#Fill-a-Pix

[basilpaste]

ah, gosh. some folks asked for it yesterday and i forgot to deliver, so heres the silly thing i was talkin about. (the mira i reference here is specifically from @the-bitter-ocean 's take on a looping mira au! wa!)

The first time you see this Mira, you swear you feel your heart stop. You got here (wherever this place is) second. After this m'dame. M'dame Odile looks similar enough to yours that seeing her wasn't all that strange. She looked different, but not wildly so. You think you shocked her more than she did you.

Seeing Mira, though… she walks into the room and the moment you see each other, there's a mutual realization. Neither of you actually know each other, but there's a kind of understanding when you see someone who has the same face as a friend except for a scar in front of you.

The door closes behind her, you hear it latch shut. It locks. You're, uh… not super sure if you're breathing? You try to remember how it's done, how to calm yourself down, but it catches in your throat. All you can do is stare at Mira's wide eye with both of your own. She stares right back.

It's strange because you know for certain that she's not yours, exactly. Not the Mira you know and love, the one that helped to save you from yourself. You wonder if this is how Loop felt seeing you for the first time.

Still… that doesn't stop you from getting to your feet. It doesn't stop you from walking forward or her from meeting you half way. You scoop this Mira, the girl with a face you don't quite know, up into a sweeping hug. She squeezes you tight as the two of you spin and before you know it: you're laughing!

When you let go, she stares up at you with just one eye, full of curiosity and you think maybe some fear. "Hi!"

"Hi!" You echo, grinning. "I'm Isabeau!"

She giggles. "I know! I'm Mirabelle!"

"I know!!"

[unlimitedhorsepower]

Got my hair cut after my car didn't pass the inspection. Win some lose some

[pixlokita]

This isn't a question but I just wanted to say ur super talented and I rlly love ur art style!! Keep going!!

Hvsjdgtnt thank you ;; 💖💖💖 。（＞ω＜。） that’s so sweet bless you 💖

[britishchick09]

rewrite erik and usagi- digitally drawn in firealpaca and digitally touched up in photoshop! ;)

[xan-izme]

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐬

Part 2: The Dead Ones

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You and Bruce were in his office, you let out a puff of smoke as you stood by the window. Taking in the view.

"You know, in Arkham, there wasn't any bars on the windows. More like, plastic glass, so blurry I couldn't even see the moon clearly." The cigarette shortened even more as you took a long drag from the cigarette.

Bruce watched you from his desk, an unreadable expression on his face. You look so. . . it's hard for him to see you as who you are right now. Deep down Bruce knew you'd change some way after Arkham. Which was his sorry excuse for not visiting you. Only reading three of your letters, and stopped, he felt shame when it came to you. For which one of you, he doesn't know.

There are times, he did feel shame of being your father. Horrible, he knows. He's the worst father alive. And that's when he feels shameful of himself.

You let out a small sigh before turning to Bruce, you see the complex expression he had.

". . . You know Daddy, I don't think I ever seen you smile."

You walked closer to his desk and took a seat on one of the chairs. Bruce just silently stared at you. You still call him Daddy. He wanted to feel happy at the fact one thing stayed the same with you. But the way you said it. You said it in such a mocking way. Like it was a joke. Him being your father was a joke to you. It hurt. He rather you call him Bruce in the most hateful way you could.

"Y/n, I'm sorry-" Bruce tries to apologize, but you cut him off with the wave of your hand.

"I'm not here to fish out any apology from you."

Silence fills the room. You sighed again, putting out the cigarette by dropping it into a glass of water. You stood up and approached the vinyl player, you start it up as Bruce raised his brow in confusion. You turn around to face him

"Come on daddy, let's dance." You approached the older man, grabbing his arm and tugged him to stand. Even with how random your request was, Bruce complied, and you two began to slow dance together, the feeling was foreign to both.

The slow music continued as you two danced. You let your head rest on your father's shoulder, staring blankly at nothing. Bruce squeezed your hand. You began to realize. You have never been this close to Bruce. Always 4 feet away.

"When I was a little girl, there was this daddy daughter dance at school. . . I always wanted to dance with you like this. But you were busy. I understood, but it still hurt" Your statement caused Bruce to hold you a little tighter. Before he could attempt to apologize. You spoke up to shut him down.

"Don't you dare apologize."

The two of you continue to slow dance. You closed your eyes as Bruce rests his chin on your head. Closing his eyes. The two of you swaying to the music.

This moment should be a peaceful, loving moment between a father and daughter. But it felt more like an ending to a story that was going nowhere.

"Daddy, I have a question for you."

Bruce hummed in acknowledgement, still holding you tight.

Your eyes slowly open. "Have you seen Mommy recently?" Your question caught your father off guard. Visibly frozen. You lift your head up and see his expression turn a little sour.

"Why?" He spoke, slightly offended. Your spending time with him, why not focus on him?

"She's been missing. For a month. Not even her own family knows where she is. . ."

"Well, I don't where she is. I haven't had contact with her for years."

You sighed and pulled away, turning your back to him. A sign to show you were upset with his answer. Bruce frowns a little at you pulling away, his arms stayed up, almost to reach back for you.

"She visited me, every week, for several years. So please, understand I need to find her." You really were hoping to see if Bruce knew anything. But of course, he disappoints you with nothing. Again.

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You got a text from Rex; your grandfather needed you back at the manor. You didn't have enough time to get your things from your old room, so you left Bruce in his office, walking to the front doors, where Alfred waited for you with your coat, along with Dick, Tim and.. . someone else you didn't recognize. But you focused on Alfred, and gently smile to the older man.

"Thank you for the food, Alfred, probably the one thing I missed the most while locked up." You spoke in a joking manner as you turned to let Alfred put your coat on for you. Alfred smiled a little.

"Thank you, miss."

You look up and give the three men a small nod "Dick, Tim . . . And?" You gave the third man a small look of confusion.

"I'm sorry I don't believe I got your name." You adjusted your coat as you stared up at the man and gave him your hand to shake. But the man just stared at you, Dick had to nudge him to snap him out of it.

The man snapped out of it and quickly took your hand and held it as gently as possible. You took notice of the scars on his calloused hand. He spoke in a nervous tone

"Jason, Jason Todd"

You instantly come to a pause.

"I- Uh, Jason Todd?" You know the name. Very well. But the name doesn't fit the face you remember.

But the look on everyone's face says it all, you know this family would not lie about this. You stepped closer to Jason, your hands hovering over his face, Jason could see your eyes glossed over with incoming tears that never fell.

" How. . .I thought you were dead. . ." You spoke in almost a whisper.

Jason lets out a weak chuckle.

"I thought you were dead too."

No words could express how much he missed you. When he came back from the dead, back into the family. No one dared to mention you. Even when he asked about you. They acted as if you were dead. But you were only a few miles away. Locked up. The thought alone angers him, he could have saved you sooner.

"Heh, I seem to get that a lot." You coil back and felt your phone buzz. Your ride was here.

"Do you have to leave Miss? It's late, why not stay for the night." Alfred tries to have you stay for at least a night.

"You just got here" - Dick

"The crime has gotten worse lately"- Tim

"Please. . .?"- Jason

You sighed as you opened the door,

"Sorry boys, no can do. Maybe another time." You gave them a small smile and turned to the car that was here to pick you up, but when you took a few steps down the staircase, you turn around where the entrance door was still open with Alfred and the boys stood.

"Oh, and Jason" Hearing you speak his name, Jason immediately perked up

"It was good seeing you. . . alive and all." You gave him a small toothy grin, before finally getting into the car.

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Do you understand, how angry Jason was right now? After all this time thinking you were dead, his sweet little sister gone, you were alive, in a cage full of crazy's. He doesn't care if you took a few lives. You didn't mean too, it was an accident.

He was furious with Bruce for letting you get locked up for so long. Because you're staying with the Falcone's, a bunch of criminals that resort to anything if kept on the top.

"She was alive this whole time, and you knew."

Not only was it Bruce, but Dick knew to. Of all people to keep this away from him, Jason wouldn't think Dick of all people would lie.

"No one said she was dead Jay." Dick tried to calm Jason in some way.

"No one said she was alive!" Jason was quick to snap at Dick who just frowned at Jason's tone.

Your reappearance was indeed a shock to everyone and a lot of them are still trying to process it. As for the ones who never knew of your existence, they were trying to find out more about you. Your name has never been uttered, no pictures of you. Nothing. It was like you never really existed.

Thank Tim for that. Who had to remove you completely, so the Wayne name had less pressure on them. But now Tim is trying to gather what kind of rehabilitation you were in. He felt suspicious of your return. The way your eyes would bare into everyone in a sort of creepy way. As if analyzing them, Tim knew if he brought it up to either Bruce or Dick they would not listen to him. Especially by the way they reacted to your return.

So he was lucky Cassandra and Duke came to him first.

"The way she stared at me, I don't know man it gave me the creeps." Duke wasn't saying this out of meanness. You were genuinely making him uneasy every time you glanced at him, even more nervous when you gave him a smile.

Cassandra felt threatened by you. No one but her noticed how you stared at her the most.

"Something isn't right with her." Was all Cassandra said. Something was indeed wrong with you.

". . . Well, she just got out of Arkham, maybe she's a little. . . ?" Duke trailed off. Not wanting to say the word crazy just yet.

Tim silently listened to Duke and Cassandra's concern about you.

"Haven't you known her longer Tim?" Duke questioned.

Tim sat back in his chair as he let out a small sigh. You might have not noticed much, but he was always watching you. From the moment Bruce took him under his wing. You were small. Quiet, and simple. Not like that was a bad thing. At that time Tim wanted excitement, thrill. And you were none of those things, due to the fact you were practically a toddler.

But now, your different. Of course. It's a no-brainer Arkham would change you, he saw it coming. But your change was, unsettling. He hoped you would stay for him to find out more. But it seems your occupied with the Falcone's at the moment. Whatever it is, he's going to find out.

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"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎?"

[scarapanna]

Oooh lookie!!! The pewpaww!!!!/pos

For a first drawing it looks pretty neat!!

Also regarding the pixel issue, it usually has to do with canvas size like @locosquif said (as smaller ones make brushes look more pixely)

I think another thing is the type of format the picture is saved as, I use ibis paint to draw and files can be downloaded as a png or jpeg over there. The png format does take up more storage but is usually better for artwork (No particle effect) and allows for transparency

Here's a comparison of the two on a smaller canvas than what I usually go for, I hope it helps out!!

This one is not bad, but I usually go for HUGE canvases around 2000 as a minimal size out of habit lmao

My very first drawing :D

Pure Vanilla captured in mind space, i wonder what is going to happen to him there...?

(Could I ask if you now how to draw without pixels? Drawings from other artists look so smooth, while my drawing is uneven and everyone can see pixels :<. Maybe it's the app, or am I just doing smth wrong?) @scarapanna @locosquif @askcrkau @locosquif @obernice

(If obernice reads this, I can speak russian)

[oldwritingm]

hi i’m very sorry if this is out of pocket but i haven’t seen something like this — so i saw you’re willing to do hc’s for ninjago, so can you do like the ninja in pixel empire reacting to male/gn reader’s ingame outfit ??? for zane (+ pix if u want) it could be like a playon detective thing since they don’t go in the game

thanksies if you do do this (and if u can’t do all the ninja dw! just do the onesnu can / want!!)

Not out of pocket at all, my friend!! Still sorta testing the waters for writing Ninjago characters, so this was good practice! Also, I didn't include any physical descriptions bc I wanted y'all to be able to imagine you're wearing something you like :]

(for Zane and Pixal, we are just pretending they could go in the game shhhh)

Ninjago - Elemental Ninjas (+ Pixal) Reacting to Your Outfit in Prime Empire

Jay

With the help of one of the many "Jays," you eventually ended up in Jay's club

When he appeared on stage, he immediately noticed you

"Y/N!!!"

He leapt off the stage and ran over to you, stopping a few feet away so that he could look you over

"AAAH you look so cool!!!! And I thought my outfit was nice! Gah, I wish I had thought of something like that!"

You laughed, assuring him that his outfit was also very stylish

He ignored you, walking around you in a circle and fangirling over every little detail

You literally had to tell him to stop, he would not be quiet about how good your outfit was

Cole

You were looking yourself over, pretty satisfied with your choices of clothing

You noticed that you weren't the only one staring at your outfit

Cole was standing a little ways away

He was watching you intently, almost gaping at you

You felt your face heat up a little

Your satisfaction with your choices was suddenly waning

Feeling a little insecure, you asked:

"What?"

Cole just smiled, meeting your eyes with his own, filled with admiration

"Nothing. Just thinking of how lucky I am. And how good-lookin' you are."

You snorted, smiling back at him with your confidence restored

Kai

The first thing you heard when you stepped out into the open with your new outfit was a whistle

Worried for a second that it was some stranger being a creep, you whirled around ready to slap someone

But it was just Kai, watching you with his arms crossed as he leaned against a wall

"Nice threads."

You breathed a sigh of relief, making your way over to him to give him a light punch on the arm

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders

"No, seriously. You look super cool."

"Not so bad yourself."

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek

Zane

Zane isn't really one for appearances; he doesn't really care what people look like

But he can still recognize when someone looks nice

Like you, when you emerged in your in-game outfit

You approached him with a proud grin on your face

You looked great, and it made him happy that you were confident

He gave a smile in return

It was one of his sweet, genuine smiles that you adored so much

He took both your hands in his as he said:

"I like your outfit. It suits you."

Lloyd

Lloyd was looking around, surveying the unfamiliar landscape

He was caught off guard when he noticed you walking towards him, wearing a rather flattering outfit

He felt his cheeks heat up instantly

He floundered when you stopped in front of him; his mind was totally blank

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as he stared

Realizing he was being rude, he fumbled to say something

"You, uh... You look nice."

He smiled awkwardly, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt

You just chuckled, treasuring his reaction

Nya

Nya perked up as you approached her, already smiling at the mere sight of you

Her eyes widened when she noticed your outfit

She brought a hand to cup her cheek endearingly

She stared for a moment, cheeks turning rosy as she returned her gaze to your face

There was a twinkle in her eye as she said:

"Well, don't you look nice!"

She took your hand in hers as she showed you off to the others

"Guys, look at y/n! Don't they look cool?"

Pixal

Kind of like Zane, she doesn't care for appearances

She's more focused on functionality when it comes to clothing

So when you approach her in your new outfit, the first thing she does is overanalyze it

She walks around you in a circle, pointing and tugging at different parts

She's lowkey critiquing you 💀

"This will be good in allowing you to move freely. This part is too loose; it might get caught on something. You'll have to be careful."

She's doing it because she loves you, I promise

She just wants you to be as efficient and safe as you can be!

Thank you so much for reading, and thank you anon for the request!! I hope this was okay :)

(divider by saradika)

[marieracingteam]

Ghost Writer/ Ghost Enemy

In recent years, what is considered the most important sport in motorsport’s history has noticeably lost its popularity. Its reach to the female public is at its worst, and social networks have stopped considering relevant what filled newspapers and magazines one day.

As expected, investors are not satisfied, but not surprised either. It seems that the pinnacle of motorsport has become untouchable and they are the ones who built their empire in the clouds.

Books and movies were written about its elitism, about how unattainable it was to get one of the prestigious seats in the single-seaters. Wealth, fame, luxury... everything kept pushing them away from the public until they reached this point.

What could be made now? Could one social media post change history? Or did they need to bring back the big weapons to revert the damage already made?

A Formula 1 and Max Verstappen fanfiction.

Masterlist.

Weekend 1. Formula 1 Pre-Season Testing.

Weekend 2. Bahrain Grand Pix.

Weekend 3. Saudi Arabian Grand Pix.

Weekend 4. Australian Grand Prix.

Extra. The week between the Australian and the Japanese Grand Prix.

Weekend 5. Japanese Grand Prix.

Weekend 6. Chinese Grand Prix.

Weekend 7. Miami Grand Prix.

Weekend 8. Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix.

Weekend 9. Monaco Grand Prix.

Weekend 10. Spanish Grand Prix.

[pixelated-screaming]

*breaks down door*

HEY WHAT'S UP

You can call me Pix (Or Pixel)

I go by She/Her mostly, but They/Them is fine too

I am a young artist, I love making OCs, sharing OCs with other people, and just artsy stuff in general. I also make somewhat okay music, and I'll sometimes post shitty animations (IM STILL LEARNING, SHUT- /j)

My birthday is February 6th

Im cool with fanart, asks, rps, etc. :D

not online on tuesdays and thursdays btw! (Unless it's a holiday)

I am mainly in the JSAB/TPC (Just Shapes and Beats/The Pink Corruption) fandom, but I might hover around in THS (The Heroic Six) and CRK (Cookie Run Kingdom) every now and then ^^

DNIS:

Discrimination of any kind. I don't have to explain this one, really. If you use slurs regularly, you already make me uncomfy. Just don't be a dick, please. ^^

People who post NSFW/Porn/Vore/Anything of the sort, Get the fuck away from me. I am a minor. I don't need (NOR DO I WANT ) to see that.

Anything that is overly toxic, or filled with drama that makes me pick between sides. This includes proship, litterally any bad drama, yatta yatta yatta. Im already very mentally lost, y'all don't need to make it worse. If you can't keep it to yourself, please dni. <3

If your name is Xander, and you are involved in drama with projectstarsystem, DNI please. ^^

People who are heavily involved in politics. Same explanation as anything toxic. I have to deal with enough political shit thanks to my family. No thank you.

If you are going to ask for donations, please don't. I can't donate, I'm sorry. :( I support Gaza, Palestine, and similar causes, but I can't do anything about it.

I AM A MINOR.

Don't take my art pls!!

FYI: If you piss off my mutuals, you'll get me 10x more pissed. <3

@projectstarsystem currently in ur walls 😁 /sillyj

@tetric-electric *drags you in here /j*

@altosys YAY :D

@cyanidecyanidecyanidecyanide FELLOW CYANIDE FAN LETS GOO- /silly

@mugzymiik silly littol guy :3 /silly

@astronic-fr tell me how you make your art so eatable hgeghejhgeghjeghdhjdg /sillyj

@thesealantern Lets dip our fingers into candles together :3 /sillypf

@bjorksversionsworld MOOTZ!!!! :DDD

@n-simp A FRIEND(or wife hehe /silly) OF STARS IS A FRIEND OF MINE!! :3

@sillystarzi PPL NEED TO RECOGNIZE YOUR FANDOM ISTG AGAHGHGAHG /silly/srs

@witchandstrawberry CUBECUBECUBECUBECUBECUBECUBECUBE- /silly

If you want to be on here, just gimme an ask! Sorry if I missed you-

This thingy is getting too long, cya *evaporates* /j

[sunflowergirl522]

New Watch

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Spiderperson!Reader

Summary: Hobie goes to your universe instead of his own after quitting.

Word Count: 1201

No use of Y/N and I didn’t really write his accent in all that much. There’ll probably be another part of how they met and readers whole backstory. Thinking it’ll be a miniseries because I love the spiderperson I created.

“Just for the record, I quit.” Hobie types in all too familiar numbers before backing into the portal and tossing his watch.

You’re in the middle of pouring water into the pan below the bread in the oven when the familiar sound of a portal opening in your living room greets your ears. A smile crosses your face as the heavy footsteps from your favorite Spider-Man variant make their way into the kitchen. You continue humming to yourself as you close the oven and remove your mitts and the steps stop meaning he’s probably leaning against the doorway instead of coming any farther in.

“Hey Hobie.” You turn around and focus your bright smile at him. He smiles at seeing the state you’re in, taking in your apron on top of your brown cami and floral print skirt and the flour smeared on your face. It only fades when he spots the bruise on your cheek from earlier that morning.

“What happened ‘ere, Turtle dove?” He crosses the room and cradles your face tilting it up so he can get a better look while softly brushing it with his thumb. 

“It’s nothing, really. Just had a run in with Man-wolf this morning, I got a gnarly slash in my side too which finally stopped bleeding a couple hours ago.” Hobie huffs out his displeasure, as much as your universe is the prettiest he’s seen, you sure have some of the more monstrous villains. Your hand holds onto the one caressing the bruise and you turn to place a kiss on his palm. “I’m okay though. How’s everything at the society?”

“I quit.” He shrugs like it isn’t a big deal before walking past you and starting to go through your junk drawer. “Where’d you put that da-” He gets cut off as he glitches.

“Jesus Christ Hobie, you got rid of your watch?!” You rip the apron off before rushing off to your bedroom in a panic. “You shouldn’t have come here without it, you know how dangerous this cell decay stuff is. You should’ve gone back to your own universe instead.” You pull out the day pass he stole and stashed here about a month ago from your bedside table while you go on about how dangerous it is that he came here instead of going home.

“Had to come see you, fill you in.” Hobie comes up behind you plucking it from your hands and sliding it on. “Besides, knew you had one o’ these lying around.”

“Hobie this is serious, you gotta go home.” You go to open up a portal to send him home when he snatches your own watch from your wrist.

“Nah.” His hands go into his vest pockets before he turns and heads back towards your kitchen.

“Nah?” You follow shortly after finding him sitting at your kitchen island. His chaos of changing colors clashes with the pastel surroundings of your cottage and it was almost jarring to see the first few times but has since become one of your favorite sights. “What do you mean ‘nah’?”

“Pix, as cute as you are when you’re mother henning me, you should stop and come sit with me while I explain.” He dangles your chunky green sweater in one hand while his other pulls out bits and bobs from his pockets.

“Fine.” You sigh while grabbing the sweater and folding your wings against your back from where they spread out in your worry. 

“Remember that kid Miles I told you Gwendy talks about?” He starts as you sit down next to him. You hum your confirmation because while you still haven’t met Gwen he’s brought up her mentioning Miles a few times. As he continues catching you up on Spot and Miles following Gwen through a portal into Pav’s dimension he works on putting all the bits and bobs together. Once he has the screen together you realize what he’s making.

“Woah, hold on. Are you making your own watch?” You interrupt his story just as he’s getting ready to tell you about how Miguel just about lost his mind and snag the work in progress out of his hand.

“Ay, been nicking parts for it for a while now.” He leans on the counter watching as you turn what he has together around in your hands, studying it.

“Babe, this is cool and all but why wouldn’t you just hack into your old watch and take the tracker out of it?” He’s about to respond when you eye the small spikes in front of him. “Oh, I see. You just wanna make it punk rock to fit your whole vibe.” He rolls his eyes and takes it from your hands. 

“It’s the principle of the thing. Why continue to use something given to me when I can stick it to the man and make my own?” He looks back over to find you nodding because you get it. “When’s your bread supposed to be done?”

“Probably soon.” You hum and turn your head to look at the oven timer over your shoulder. “You care if I start cleaning my mess while you work?” 

“Better get on with it love.” You smile and kiss his cheek before getting up. 

The two of you work in silence for a while. With you cleaning and taking the bread out of the oven when it went off and him putting together the watch. Every so often he’d fiddle with your spider society watch to make sure he’s putting it together properly. Each time you passed by him you’d either give his shoulder or arm a squeeze or place a kiss wherever you could reach, his cheek, his shoulder, his head, sometimes he’d turn his head so you could get his lips. By the time dishes are done and your countertops are all clean the bread’s cooled down and his watch is complete.

“So if it’s done what’s with all the extra pieces?” 

“Gonna drop this one off for Gwen for if it don’t work out then come back and make my own.” He stands and puts in Earth 65 for the destination. “I’ll be in and out, back in five minutes tops.”

“Alright, you might as well take my watch apart and make me one when you get back. Miguel already doesn’t care much for me and the feelings pretty mutual. And I don’t wanna be a part of his little club if I’ll be stuck going on missions with Ben.” You cringe at the idea of having to go on another mission with him. The last couple of times you’ve been forced to have been borderline torture.

“Have I told you I love ya’ lately?” His arm drapes around your shoulder and he leans down to be nose to nose with you.“Hmm, you may be lacking there.” You can’t help but tease him to see the smile he always gets on his face when you do. “I love you too. Go drop the watch off and when you come back I’ll make dinner while you work.” “See you in a minute, love.” He gives you a kiss before opening up a portal and stepping backwards through it.

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[kociakarma]

Hiii I really love your art and was wondering if you wouldnt mind showing what kind of brushes you use for your recent drawings thank you so much and i look forward to your future arts!

Of course! I've answered this a few times before but have never really tagged it properly, and I also realised that I've never actually explained what I use each brush for so I'll do that now!:

I'm gonna go through each of these brushes in order (and if i remember correctly, I'll link the top two since they arent default CSP brushes). (NOTE: almost all of these brushes have anti-aliasing turned off so that it can look more crispy and pixely!!! there is one exception to this that I will get into)

For this brush, I exclusively use it for sketching, it's advertised for inking digital manga panels, but with how the pen pressure is I feel like it adds form to my sketches

This brush, Sleuth-y Pen, is what I use mostly for MSPFA panels, mostly for lining, but sometimes for sketching too if I'm having a hard time with my usual sketching pen. It's really good if you want to replicate the homestuck style, and good for broad strokes on smaller canvases. The only issue is that the brush isn't great for that style if you use it on a larger canvas (ideally you would want 650 x 450) and can be especially messy if you're trying to get smaller details, such as open mouths, and certain facial details. I use another brush for that, which I will get into soon.

My second use for the sleuthy pen is for lineart on larger canvases in my usual artstyle! It has a texture to it that I like, as I like having my art appear a little rough around the edges, and the issue regarding small details isn't nearly as prominent of a problem

Almost done! Now we have the G-pen, a default CSP brush! This used to be one of my top 2 pens, along with its counterpart "Real G-pen" but nowadays I use it for two things: clean-up during rendering (usually getting those smaller details done that the sleuthy pen has difficulty with) and for doing SOME MSPFA panels (Vast Error, for example)

As you can see here, Liaaam's face is a little smoother than the rest of him, that's because I use the G-pen for those details, to keep things a lot cleaner! As for my other use, Vast Error's style from my understanding is a lot more "smooth" and "clean" which is why I exclusively use the G-pen for it, you can also make a lot of thick, juicy brush strokes with it which I feel works really well for the hair and folds in the clothes!

Finally, the Real G-pen, another default. This one is very similar to the last, its only differences are that it's slightly sharper and ever so slightly more messy. It's almost like a medium between the sleuth-y pen, and the g-pen.

I'll be honest, I don't use this pen much anymore, BUT, I still consistently use it for one thing and one thing only: Friendsim sprites. If you want to make friendsim sprites I highly suggest this pen, and making sure it's set to "weak" antialiasing. If you want to go the extra mile, I like to use a lasso-fill tool to block out shadows in all of my art, although if I'm using a rougher brush I'll usually do that manually. There's also other brushes I've been using more for rendering full pieces, such as a "rake brush" and a "design pencil" with low pressure to get details like blush down without making it too intense. That's basically it! I'll link the brushes below if I can find them: sleuth-y pen textured pen rake brush

[valoisfulcanellideux]

The most unbelievable thing just happened on Pix's stream

[Twitch clip. Not viewable on mobile, so head to desktop or laptop.]

He literally talked that up.

[For those unable to view it, it's night and a thunderstorm is ongoing. Sausage had asked Pix not to sleep. The clip starts with Pix saying the only thing he's worried about is placing down a shulker box to fill it, breaking it, and then having lightning strike it and destroy it before he could pick it up, because at that moment the shulker is an entity and would be destroyed. A second later, that's what actually happened.]

ETA:

[furby-junkie]

A listing from thetoyshop.com with more images of the Furblets has surfaced, as well as an official description. The price mentioned is £10.00. They're not in stock at the moment.

Description

Another mysterious and musical FURB-nomenon has come to our world: the Furblets!

Share a smile and a jam session anywhere you go with these Furby Furblets Mini Electronic Pet (Styles Vary). With over 45 fun tunes, sounds, and Furbish phrases to discover, these little friends are filled with big personalities. Pix-Elle has pixelated multicolor fur and plays video game style songs, whilst mello-nee has watermelon red and green fur and plays summer chill theme songs that any furby fan will love! Clip them to a backpack or other travel bag with the keychain clip to bring the Furblets party anywhere you go.

Product Features:

Includes: 1 x Furby Furblets Mini Electronic Pet (Styles Vary) with 1 x clip

These Furby Furblets are adorable electronic pets with their own unique musical personalities!

Press the beak for fun feeding noises and tap the heart for gem music, or tap the top of the head to activate fun Furbish phrases

Fold one or both ears down and press the head to make them pop back up

Collect them all and they’ll sing together! (Sold Separately)

Battery Requirements: 3 x LR44 (included)

Approximate Dimensions: 5cm

Suitable for ages 6 years +

[i-am-creacheur]

Mesa Beat- Empires S2 au

None of the Mesa People will admit it, but what binds them together is more than where they live. Their bond goes deeper than their bones. Jimmy, the Sheriff of Tumble Town, felt it the second he stepped into the Mesa. It manifests as a beat, a melody, a song, located just behind your heart.

When the people settled into the town, they shared in the wonder of this song within them, talking about it, singing and humming the melodies, and often touching one another on the shoulders and hands just for the feeling of their songs perfectly in sync. Children would make up lyrics to it, but soon feel queasy and give it up. To pair words with the tune would feel almost like sacrilege, a betrayal to one's soul.

The song is constant. Each cycle lasts exactly five minutes, but the song itself is four minutes and 56 seconds long, on the dot, with four seconds of silence before it begins again. Stories tell that this song below the skin of those in the Mesa, those the Mesa loves, has been here for a long time.

In ancient Mezalean culture, there was a well documented dance called the Mesa Beat. Traditionally, all headwear is removed and held during the left hand, and the most iconic move- among historians, that is- is similar to an arabesque, performed with the torso facing to a dancer's left, head turned to the right. The right arm sweeps across the body, parallel to the ground, and the left arm arcs over a dancers head, pointing the same direction as their lifted left foot. The leg lift is less severe as most similar moves, the knee and ankle slightly bent. This move is typically performed right before a spin into a jump.

Many historians have tried to emulate the dance as a whole, but they can't find the right music, all possible tracks feeling wrong to perform the dance too, almost like sacrilege, a betrayal to the soul. Because of this, the dance has fallen from the limelight in historical studies and dancing circles, just another series of papers in an archive.

During the first Tumble Town Hoe-down, the people danced for hours... and then arranged themselves into a grid pattern, the Sheriff at the center, an empty spot on his right, the old Sheriff on his left, two feet between each dancer. A minute before the song in their blood restarted, they all fell silent as the band played a long A#, the first note of the song.

The band went silent as well, and they all waited for the tune in their body to start anew once more. As it did, the band played along on their guitars, on their banjos, on their fiddles, on their trombones and trumpets. A deep bass drum counted the beat, and perfectly in time, the people danced. It was a routine none of them had seen before, but they all knew instinctively. Their movements were all synced together, never slow, never early, never fast.

When the song ended, exactly four minutes and 56 seconds later, the people all looked around at those around them, knowing that this was special, something sacred, something outsiders should never know about. All talk of the beat behind their heart ceased, and they performed the dance once a month in secret. The only person who saw them dance was a God, hidden in the underbrush up the Mesa cliff, who always snuck away to take off undetected once they finished.

It might just be pure coincidence, but the dancing grounds of the ancient Mezalean society and the people of Tumble Town line up almost perfectly, offset by only two feet to the left. Both cultures traditions have the leader dance in the very center, and the members of the populous who can do the dance are arranged in a grid pattern, two feet between each dancer, every person facing the musicians in the front. Intrestingly, there is a unfilled postion in the grid on the right side of the Sheriff during these dances, four feet across, the perfeft spot for one more dancer. No one dares fill it, and no one knows why it remains empty.

Pix interviewed all the Gods about a suspicion he had that the Tumble Town people were practicing ancient dances, trying to learn about the dance itself, and when it came Joel's turn... he strangely panicked, saying he "didn't know anything about a beat behind where his heart should be" and then flew off. What made this more intresting is that Pix never mentioned a beat, and had no idea what the god had talked about. When Jimmy was asked about the dance, he shut the subject down quickly, cutting Pix off and distracting him from his questions perfectly, so the historian only remembered his motive for traveling to Tumble Town late the next night.

The dances in Tumble Town continued, seen by no one but the animals of the Mesa town, and a God, once a king, watching from the cliffs above. He'd never admit it, but sometimes he would dance with them, just to prove to himself that he still knew the dance and still had the Mesa Beat within him, located right behind his broken, no longer truly living heart.

[goldenwitherphoenix13]

A long post is under the cut, but I think we, as a fandom, moved on far too quickly from the endings of empires smp season 2.

Almost everyone got a happy ending.

Fwhip resigned from the role of the Goblin king.

Joel accended to true God hood.

Sausage grew old in sanctuary and raised Hermes to be an interdimentional warrior.

Gem finished Dawn and chose to stay in Hermitcraft because it was the best choice.

Katherine cured the curse plaguing her land.

Joey got to go on all sorts of adventures after defeating his arch-nemesis Skeletron.

Pix, while not finishing his work, got to tell the story of the ancient ruins.

Lizzie created a fully functioning city of animals to live as they want.

Shelby became one of the most powerful witches and got that date with Katherine.

Scott went off into the sunset with Owen to discover new lands and treasures to steal.

Heck, even Oli got out of debt, even if he ended up accidentally time travelling.

And while False never uploaded her finale, we can easily infer that she continued to expand her empire and make her name for herself.

Who did I miss?

Sheriff Jimmy.

The sheriff, who all the other emperors abandoned. The sheriff, nearly loosing his own identity to a joke. The sheriff, who lost his town to the fae.

Let's not forget Jimmy never left tumble town willingly. He was booted out when the fae corrupted his lands, spreading it throughout his home. He and the old sheriff, Roswell, made the best of a bad situation. I mean, what else can they do? Fight the fae? Fae are powerful creature. Not to be messed with. Fighting them is a one-way ticket to death if they don't decide to hold you a prisoner in their realm.

Jimmy also never got the chance to say goodbye to anyone. Everyone had already left him behind. Joel had accended without saying goodbye to his supposed best bud. Sausage never thought to check in on tumble town. There was no final passing of words—just a note from Fwhip.

And, let's not forget this big bit of information, the thing that still grinds my gears about empires season 2. He is the only villain of season 2 who got no closure, redemption or apology. Shelby was uncorrupted and saved. Sausage supreme was fused into Sausages soul. Skeletron was killed by Katherine, Joey and Shelby. They all got an end to their villainy, wether through being saved or killed.

Jimmy got nothing.

His ending was, in multiple ways, left unfinished. He was still bitter towards the emperors. He was still lacking any human respect. He wasn't given any apology or forgiveness. He was forced out of his home by powerful creatures, trying his best to make good of the darkness left to him.

But it's not all darkness. This isn't a bad ending. I think this end has an underlying subtext not even Jimmy planned for. Something I've seen almost no one talking about.

The sheriff walked away from a toxic environment.

Now is an excellent time to remind you that this is all about the characters. Not the actual content creators. Got it? Good.

Let's be honest. None of the characters in Empires Season 2 were 100% innocent besides maybe Katherine. Some were thieves. Some were filled with pride, some made dubious choices, and some were even a little corrupt. And Jimmy isn't an exception. He was a lil bit dishonest with power sometimes and a lil bit prideful in his name. But the sheriff wasn't evil at first. He still did things to help people. He helped Katherine arrest Joey for theft. He did his best to follow the rules, and he actively sought to stop those committing crimes and try to understand the issue at hand, like with Shelby. And his reward. Constant teasing and mockery.

Everyone, including his allies, still made fun of him. Even his best bud said things behind his back. And this is what made him snap. Not the jokes, but that no one, not even his allies, seemed to show any human decency to him.

And he never got an apology or a moment to put them in their place to tell them that they have done goofed. The sheriff was barely given a chance to build, hardly a chance to breathe. He knows he probably couldn't take them in a fight, but they didn't even give him a chance to talk. They made him sit there and take it like he had no choice.

The sheriff instead chose to walk away. Everyone had left him behind. And with the threat of the fae above him, he decided that the best course of action was to leave the toxic lands behind. Lands full of pranks and mistakes that would only ever remind him of his negative attributes.

The sheriff stayed with the one person who ever showed him any sliver of true friendship—the old sheriff. The old sheriff helped reverse the effects of the lore potion with an unnamed potion he found at Shelbys. He helped Jimmy defend the town from a raid. He stayed with him through thick and thin. Sure, he isn't the best influence, but he's better than the world around them.

Ultimately, Jimmy's finale wasn't the good ending like everyone else's. Villains rarely ever get those. Instead, it's a bittersweet goodbye from the two sheriffs off to find a new home far away to the lands of one that brought sorrow, even if at least one of them has some anger issues to work through.

[munstysmind]

PEEL OFF - HENRY CAVILL

WARNING/S: nothing but fluff, a sprinkle of implied smut and a speck of pain, for like two seconds

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY CAPACITY

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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"Hen please" you beg, clutching the small squeeze tube in your hands "please, please, please, please, please... just this once, I promise"

He lets out an exaggerated sigh and looks at you as you pout and give him your best puppy dog eyes, puppy dog eyes you know he can never say no to.

"OK... ok, just this once" he says, biting back a laugh as you let out an excited squeak and bounce on the spot.

"Have I ever told you you're the best boyfriend ever?" you ask as you take his hand and and all but drag him upstairs into the master ensuite.

"Not today" he tells you while you struggle to climb onto the vanity.

He can't help but chuckle as you let out a small huff and look up at him with a pout before he grips your hips and lifts you, gently setting you on the cold marble surface.

"You are the best boyfriend ever" you say, a smile spreading across your face as you wrap your arms around his neck.

You've never been more confident about a statement in your entire life, he's the best man you've ever known. You'll never understand what he sees in you.

"I love you" he whispers, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

"I love you too" you whisper back before pressing your lips to his.

He lets out a soft hum and pulls you closer, your legs resting either side of his as the kiss deepens.

"Stop distracting me" you mumble against his lips as he runs his hands up the back of his your shirt, his fingers giving you goosebumps as they brush against your spine.

"You kissed me" he reminds you, nipping at your lower lip before pulling away.

"And you're trying to get in my pants. I'm a lady Mr Cavill" you say, trying and failing to look offended at his actions.

"You weren't a lady last night" he says with a smirk. You bite back a whimper, your face heating up as the memory of what he did to you the night before flashes in your mind.

"Let's get this over with then" he sighs, already regretting agreeing to let you torture him with your newest beauty product.

"You act like I'm about to do surgery on you" you chuckle, pecking the tip of his nose.

"You could be. I've seen you do all this beauty stuff, some of it’s scary" he says, eyeing the mysterious product in her hand.

"You're a big boy, you'll be ok" you tell him with a grin before opening the tube and peeling off the safety seal.

"Is that glitter?" he asks, watching you squeeze out some of the contents onto your fingers.

"Yep" you say, popping the p as you start applying the sticky, glitter filled gel across his face, the tip of your tongue poking out of the side of your mouth as you concentrate.

You've been wanting to do this for months, it has to be perfect.

Once you're satisfied with your work, you spin around and tie the lions mane you call your hair up on the top of your head before applying the gel to your own face, making sure to avoid the fresh piercing on your nose.

You finally got it done after wanting it for well over a year and you’re in love with it, unlike your mother who had a meltdown and proceeded to lecture you about how you’d made the biggest mistake of your life the second she saw the tiny diamond stud.

Thank God she doesn’t know about your tattoo.

After one final check to make sure everything is evenly applied, you close the cap tightly on the tube and put it away in your skin care cabinet behind the mirror before leaning back against Henry’s chest.

“How long until I can take this pixie vomit off my face?” he asks in a deadly serious tone that makes you look at him in the mirror with a frown, questioning what you just heard.

“Pixie vomit?” you ask confused. What the hell is he on about?

“Yeah, looks like a pixie threw up on my face. That or a unicorn shat on me” he tells you with a nod, followed by a grin as you let out a snort.

“Oh my god, Hen” you gasp between your laughter. You’ll never get tired of how he makes you laugh. It’s one of your favourite things about him.

“You didn’t answer my question” he says, pouting dramatically.

“About twenty minutes, give or take” you tell him, pressing a quick kiss to his pout.

“Peaky Blinders?” he asks as he lifts you off the counter and sets you down.

You don’t know why it’s taken you so long to watch it, but you’re hooked. Both of you are.

“Always” you reply, looking up at him with a cheeky grin as you slip off his your tee to reveal your new lingerie piece before walking into your shared master bedroom.

He quickly follows you, hugging you from behind and pulling you flush against his chest.

“You little minx” he whispers in your ear before pressing a few kisses down the side of your neck, making you whimper quietly as you tilt your head to the side.

“You don’t like it? That’s a shame, it was rather pricy. I guess I can return it” you say with a pout, feigning disappointment.

“I didn’t say that!” he blurts out, almost choking on air. You have to bite your lip hard to keep yourself from laughing. He’s so adorable when he’s flustered.

“So, you do like it?” you ask, grinning at him.

“I fucking love it. But I think it’ll look better on the floor though. Much, much better” he says with a smirk before taking your hand and guiding you to do a spin, showing off the lacy emerald green teddy that hugs ever curve of your body perfectly.

You let out a squeal when his hand connects with your bare ass, stinging and turning red as the sound of skin on skin rings in your ears.

“Excuse you, hands you yourself Mr Cavill” you playfully scold, slapping his hand away from you.

He just smirks at you, at least you think it’s a smirk, he can’t really move his face with the mask starting to dry.

“Come on, we’ve got some Birmingham gangsters to watch” he says before getting on the bed and crawling over to his side.

You take the opportunity while he’s in the compromising position to get some payback and slap his ass, hard.

He lets out a yelp and quickly sits on his ass before glaring at you while you let out an evil laugh.

“What’s wrong, Bear?” you ask innocently, biting back a smirk as you climb onto the bed next to him.

“Nothing” he mumbles, making you chuckle quietly as he clears his throat and turns his attention to the TV.

You snuggle into his side as he starts up Netflix, letting out a content hum when he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer.

You’ll take this, cuddling on the bed and watching TV with your man while your face mask dries, over partying every single day.

Two episodes later and you’ve both forgotten about the glitter filled pixie unicorn concoction that’s well and truly dried on your faces as you watch Tommy offer to flip a coin with Aberama Gold.

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