#and which ones will have to be scrapped

[rosygames]

Sending much love and positive vibes to you and also, holy shit, am I so glad to find you are alright and doing better now. I have been a huge fan since conception of the game and I have been typing the blog name frequently to see if you have returned. So to see the blog be in public with a new post was such a great surprise.

If you are to create a new blog, will you keep the name and just change the current, soon to be old, blog's name and/or delete it, or will you be choosing a new name instead? Will that affect the game's own title? What type of changes do you plan to implement, like romance system, plotline, characters (personality, number of, relations), etc.?

Once again, happy to see you back!

Hello! Thank you for this kind ask.

I think I'll keep the name and change the current (maybe keep this one private in the future, but too attached to actually delete it). I was going back and forth about the game title but I think it'll stay as "The Rosy Ones". I thought it was tacky after a while (probably just because things get old when you use it a lot) but it makes sense with how story goes.

As for type of changes, I do change the romantic interests. This is something that I spent months thinking about but ultimately decided that it'd be too much for me to handle having so many characters. Instead of the six original ROs and two hidden ones, there are five ROs now (one F, one M, and the rest gender switchable). I changed all of their names because ultimately they are sort of different characters now (the readers won't notice, though, since most of the changes are stuff I haven't put on the public demo yet).

The characters will be recognizable and it'll be obvious which ones were "scrapped" but the scrapped ROs still live in those who stayed. I had to make sure that the characters are staying for the plot, and not solely for romance. I was heartbroken having to leave some characters behind so I'd understand if others are also heartbroken over it. Some characters will be recognizable because of their archetype but they have changed so much that they're basically different characters put into these archetypes now (again, I don't know if people will notice though since the changes are more obvious in the scenes I haven't published).

Plot is basically still the same but Rosetail's backstory is now much, much bigger than I originally planned (and thus, other characters' backstories are bigger and meatier too). The lore is different since I chose to create new gods for this one. Same with ROs, these gods might still be a little recognizable but they're very different now. Backstories and relationships are all different now. Magic system is a little different too.

I know it's a lot of changes but I was basically bullshitting my way through the first few drafts (high on mania and no sleep) and I've come to love the idea too much to just keep bullshitting my way through the rest of the game. For people who were here since the very, very, very first demos/posts, this game will probably be unrecognizable and I'm sorry for that. I just felt like it'd be a shame to keep going with the story even when I felt like certain changes could make it better and feel more like "mine".

Thank you for this ask, and I hope I answered your questions!

[arcanegifs]

Here are some Season 2 Arcane GIF comparisons before and after I color and sharpen them! | Season 1 Comparison GIFs

[doubletroubletag]

i got almost all the next month's updates sketched! i'm not doing the last one simply because i am feeling the burn out of composing these pages. (each have at least 6 pages, a good amount have the max 12!)

that said, these are all just sketched. i want to do it in this order: backgrounds -> lineart -> transcript. i got other projects i need to work on (winning hat and NightFell) so I can't really guarantee when Tag will start to update again.

[luxaofhesperides]

Wings AU ; requested by @justwannabecat!

“Are you sure it looks good?” Duke asks for the sixth time in an hour.

Tim sighs and says, yet again, “It looks fine. Just give it to him! If he doesn’t love it, I’ll beat him up for you.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“I could! But you’re right, I wouldn’t. I would just psychologically torment him until he broke.”

“Don’t do that, please. I’d like to actually have a chance with him, even if he hates this.”

“He won’t,” Tim says. He actually stops typing to give Duke a severe look. “Go and give it to him. If you don’t go now, he’s going to think you bailed.”

Duke glances at the time, then jumps. “Shit! Thanks for your help, man!” He’s out of the door before Tim can say another word. He doesn’t bother with the front door, or even going down the hallway. Instead, he opens the nearest window and flings himself out of it, unfurling his tawny wings to catch the wind beneath them and ride them into the city proper.

He briefly considers stopping for a moment to change into his Signal outfit so he can fly above civilian jurisdiction, then decides that it’s far easier to just bend the light around him so he’s invisible. He wouldn’t want to be late meeting Danny, after all. Especially not for this.

He hadn’t been expecting Danny to be into traditional courting methods. Most people tend to go the more modern way of dating, but Danny had mentioned once or twice that he thought it was romantic. He had blushed, mumbling the words, but Duke heard them and went into researching courting methods to see which ones Danny might like best.

Sure, he could just ask Danny out on a date like he normally would if he liked someone, but if Danny wants to be courted, then Duke is going to court him!

It’s why he’s been planning this out carefully, gathering his primaries after his wings molted a few months ago so he could string them together into a thin wing covering. 

Admittedly, this courting method isn’t super common, but the thought of giving Danny his feathers, making it look like their wings are one and the same, has kept Duke up some nights, wanting it so badly. 

Besides, he thinks Danny will like it. Considering the state of his wings after the Accident…

Duke holds his handmade wing covers closer to his chest, flier lower as he leaves Bristol and enters Diamond District. The streets are busy, full of people. Most tend to stay on the ground, wings tucked close to their bodies, but there are plenty still flying above cars and buses that Duke has to carefully fly around. 

It takes another twenty minutes to get to Robinson Park, where Duke drops down to the ground and takes a moment to make sure all his feathers are straight and neatly displayed. Then he walks into the park, heading towards their usual meeting place.

For once, it’s a nice, sunny day in Gotham. Everyone’s taking advantage of it. The park is full of couples and families, walking around slowly, and kids dart through the air, still unable to go very high with their wings not yet fully grown in. It’s nice to hear the laughter and general chatter of people wandering the park. 

Duke doesn’t spend too long walking the paved paths through the park. He steps off of it near the second water fountain on the path, then heads into the trees, passing two moms on a picnic with their three kids rolling around the grass nearby. 

Tucked away in this corner of the park is a small clearing surrounded by thin trees. The tile is dirty and cracked, no one maintaining it at all with it hidden away. 

He sees Danny’s wings first, with long feathers that trail onto the ground, a black that shines dark blue in the light. He follows the lines of his wings back to his body, where Danny sits on a bench, leaning his weight back against his hands as he lifts his head up into the sunlight, basking in the warmth.

He really is so pretty. He insists that he isn’t, but Duke regularly spends time with the Wayne family, all who have modeled before, so he’s got a better idea than most about what pretty  looks like, and Danny fits the bill. 

“Hey,” Duke calls out softly, watching as Danny slowly blinks his eyes open and turns to give him a warm smile.

“Hey! I’m free for the rest of the day, which means we have so much time to complain about things today.”

“I didn’t keep you waiting, did I?”

“Nope,” Danny says. “I wouldn’t mind waiting, though. I like hanging out with you.”

Heart pounding in his chest, Duke walks forward. He doesn’t know if there’s something specific he has to say when presenting his gift, if there’s a courting tradition involved that he didn’t learn about. He’s terrified Danny’s going to reject it. He’s praying that Danny accepts it.

“Are you okay?” Danny asks, standing to get a better look at him. “You seem tense…” He trails off as he catches sight of what Duke holds in his hands, breath stuttering.

“I’m fine. I, um.” Duke steps into the clearing, entering the sunlight, and holds out his wing covers. “I made them for you. You mentioned before that you thought courting traditions were romantic… I don’t know if you like wing covers, but I thought you’d look good in my feathers… Only if you want it though!”

He’s trying so hard not to cringe away in embarrassment. He’s flirted with Danny before, half jokes and half serious, always playful. Duke was smooth then, delighting in how flustered it made Danny before he hit back with his own flirting. Now he’s a hesitant, stuttering fool, tripping over his words and struggling to find the perfect things to say. Maybe he should have thought up a speech, or something. Memorized a few lines to speak his intentions with this courting gift. Done literally any prep for giving the gift instead of focusing only on making it.

Danny doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move either. He just stares, wide-eyed at the wing covers in Duke’s hands.

That’s a bad sign, isn’t it.

His hands lower just a touch, and he quietly prompts, “Danny?”

Just as he’s about to pull back, step away and try to fix things, messily attempt to salvage their friendship because clearly Danny doesn’t want to be courted by Duke, Danny’s hands snap out whip-fast and latch onto his wrists.

“This is… for me?” he whispers, awed.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s for you.”

“And you’re courting me? Like, for real?”

“Yeah, definitely courting you for real. Do you accept?”

Danny throws himself into Duke’s arms, careful not to crush the wing covers between them. “In what world would I say no?” he laughs, bright with joy. He pulls back a second later, not giving Duke time to hug him back, and turns around, carefully stretching his wings out. “Put them on for me?”

“Of course.”

He starts by smoothing out some of Danny’s feathers. He doesn’t get to do this often; Danny hates having his wings on display for anyone, with how they spasm occasionally, and have empty patches where feathers will never grow in again. The Accident, all that electricity coursing through him, it permanently damaged his wings. There is no healing to be done. 

His wings are lacking too many flight feathers and primaries for him to fly. He’s stuck on the ground now, unable to use his wings for more than a minute. Old burns are still visible closer to his spine. 

Danny prefers hiding his wings away. He hates thinking about the Accident, hates how it’s taken his wings from him, how it’s changed him completely. 

But Duke loves his wings. He loves the softness of Danny’s lower feathers, how they shine in the light, how they always puff up when it gets windy. He’s only gotten to preen them twice before, and he treasures those memories more dearly than anything else.

This easily outshines both those moments.

He gently combs his fingers through Danny’s feathers, straightening them out, then lays the first wing cover over his right wing. His own brown feathers drape over the top of Danny’s wings, hiding the featherless patches from view. He does the same to the other wing, then adjust both until they lay perfectly on Danny’s wings.

As soon as he lifts his hands away from Danny’s wings, Danny is spinning around with a grin, flaring his wings out.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect,” Duke answers. He was right; Danny looks good in his feathers.

He watches, fond and amused, as Danny spins, keeping his wings flared, admiring his new look. “I’m never taking these off,” he says. “I love them so much. I can’t really make one for you, though…”

“You don’t need to.”

“I can’t just accept this and not give you something in return!”

“Well… There is one thing you could give me. Something I’ve been wanting for a long time.”

“What is it?” Danny asks, leaning towards Duke. He’s eager, ready to please, so delighted to be courted. 

Duke smiles. “A kiss.”

“Done.” 

He doesn’t have time to react before Danny is pouncing on him, hands fisting the collar of his shirt as he tilts his head up and kisses Duke. He pulls back before Duke can kiss back, blushing and unbearably cute.

And all Duke manages to say is, “Cool.”

He’s so good at this.

Danny rightfully laughs at him, then grabs his hand and pulls him down to the bench. “Come on, I promised to complain about my teachers today and I intend to deliver. And maybe later, I could take you out on a date? If you want.”

“Danny, of course I want to go on a date with you. I’m courting you! I thought I made my feelings clear!”

“I’m just making sure!” Danny shouts over him, and Duke can’t resist the urge to pull him closer and pepper kisses along his cheek. “Okay, okay, I got it. You’ve made your feelings clear. I’m going to date you so hard.”

“You better. It’s about time you put some work into our relationship.”

“Excuse you?!” Danny gasps in mock outrage, and they start bickering lightheartedly as they always do.

Even with their feelings come to light, even with a courtship started and a date promised, it doesn’t feel like anything between them has changed. 

It’s just them. Just as it always has been.

Duke couldn’t be happier.

[mazken]

brush test slash rendering practice with ayem

[jakkenpoy]

[fatratinatophat]

Drew some Goob and Glisten together! @towost wanted us to match on Rentry but couldn't find any good Goob and Glisten art so asked me to make some, and here it is :]

This can be read as a ship or platonic, doesn't matter to me

Also if you're wondering why the image has a weird overlay I used Glaze on it, if you think it makes it look weird please tell me, I'd love to hear whether or not I should keep it

Bonus without background below:

[starleska]

i think a lot of people have latched onto Nordic Bunny because his design is so fantastic it defies belief. he's somehow wearing EVERYTHING and NOTHING!! dude's got a crown, cap, tie, shoulder-pads, underwear, and cuffs/misc accessories…plus the lined eyes, lipstick, and the guitar strings which sort of resemble a moustache 👀

[waitingforsecretsouls]

You know how male lions will often kill any pre-existing cubs not their own when they take over a pride?

Zahard kind of operates like that sometimes when reminding his old companions who's the one in charge 👍

V and Arlene betray and wage war against him? Kill their child

The FH's send their daughters and other descendants into the princess system he couldn't care less about to force his hand into marriage (and produce his prophesied son)? Make the system unwinnable by executing everyone who comes too close for treason and dub the participants as your daughters

Gustang thinks he's slick by sending in his prodigy daughter to win the whole thing? Sabotage her own willingness to participate by revealing Arlene's pocket Mindfuck her into killing sprees forever staining her reputation, and then imprison her in solitary for a few millennia

Even Data Zahard...Edahn starts challenging him with a suspect bet and his IMMEDIATE first course of action is to go kill Edahn's children to establish dominance

[fluffydeoxys]

I was chatting with someone and they pointed out how jeb's plush actually doesn't have a unique description, which I felt was kind of a shame. So I took a crack at writing one myself!

The self-proclaimed saviour of Nevada. Jebediah purges the madness-stricken masses as a one-man army, brandishing the fabled Binary Sword. Their loyalties lie solely with keeping Nevada staved from insanity, leading to Jebediah temporarily partnering with some strange and unexpected allies. Much of Jebediah's aberrant power is derived from the halo atop their head; an artifact that they have a long and complicated history with. It was once the heart of a world-changing undertaking that Jebediah was part of roughly 30 years ago: Project Nexus. The repercussions of this project changed Nevada forever, most notably Nexus City, which has remained dilapidated and derelict for over fifteen years. A necessarily evil, Jebediah would assure. 

Unknown forces have deigned to see Jebediah grace another plane of existence in the form of a collectable plush. … Is this really as cute as they get?

[tj-crochets]

Next craft trade wip: a super sturdy duck cloth and canvas tote bag in shades of blue! I think I’ll do the top stitching in the variegated blue thread I got for the ocean quilt, if it cooperates

[liauditore]

he is so so tired please get off his lawn

[bikananjarrus]

how the fuck are they going to wrap up everything in the final episode.......

[foxfeast]

scrapping shen yuan reading svssss. now i’m writing svssss from luo binghe’s pov

[teamosc4rr]

The backstory behind Shadow's eyeliner:

A short sonadow drabble ;)

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Shadow sighs. He really wasn't particularly keen on sharing stories from his past, but he supposes it's time to allow himself to share more of himself with others. This could be an alright start with that. "Fine. I guess I'll tell you." Sonic gives him a small smile at that. Shadow tries not to think about the reaction he feels in his stomach seeing it, and decides to tell the story.

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Before reading - I guess this is set in a little au that I'm still trying to figure out. (Because this was originally intended to be a scene in a longer fic I'm planning to write)

So for now, this is set in Shadow's room, after him and Sonic started to get to know eachother more after working out a tense rivalry.

(I apologise for any poor spelling here, English isn't my first language and I didn't put too much effort into this one)

(Also I think this can also be red as them being casual friends, too)

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"Wait- Shads... is that blood?! Are you bleeding?" Sonic frantically asked, as he pointed towards Shadow's eyes, there was a red smear of... something, just above them.

"What? Oh. That's just my eyeliner. It probably smeared." Shadow shrugged, with annoyance in his voice. He hated whenever that happened.

Sonic's expression changed to a surprised one. "That's eyeliner?! Huh, I had always thought it was just like, the colour of your fur. But now that I do take a good look at it... it is a bit shiny... indeed kinda different from the red in your quills." Sonic tilted his head sideways, inspecting the red lines around his eyes.

"Hah. Well, I guess it's just not that noticeable." Shadow stated, tearing his eyes away from Sonic's blown open eyes and raised eyebrows. He tried to ignore the way he still felt his gaze on him.

"Why do you wear it, though?" Sonic tilted his head to the side.

Apparently, Shadow made a face at that question because Sonic immediately starts rapidly apologising. "No- I mean like... It's not like I think it doesn't suit you- In my honest opinion it even looks good on you- uhm..." Sonic swallowed. "And I don't mean that you're like- that it's stupid, or something. It's just-"

"It's fine, Sonic." Shadow cuts off his rapid rambling. Sonic shuts his mouth and looks attentively at him, as if waiting for Shadow to continue.

The black hedgehog sighs. He really wasn't particularly keen on sharing stories from his past, but he supposes it's time to allow himself to share more of himself with others. This could be an alright start with that. "Fine. I guess I'll tell you." Sonic gives him a small smile at that. Shadow tries not to think about the reaction he feels in his stomach seeing it, and decides to tell the story.

"Whenever Maria got ready for school, or special events, or anything, really. I would always accompany her in anything she did. Through almost all the steps of her routine, I would be by her side, just... watching. We didn't necessarily have to talk or anything, I would just be there, be present. It was comforting." Shadow brings his gaze up from where they previously rested on his shoes, to meet Sonic's eyes. He sees that Sonic has a unique expression on his face, like he's actually interested in what he's telling him.

Shadow then remembers he still needed to continue. "But anyways- that's besides the point." He brings his gaze elsewhere. "She would usually do her makeup at the bathroom sink. She usually didn't do much... she often just did something basic, for things such as school. But for parties or special events, she would use some extra products. I would always just watch attentively at whatever she was applying to her face. The first time I saw her do a more... complicated look, I was a bit confused when she started tracing her eyeline with some red pencil. It seemed she noticed my puzzled face and chuckled at it. She then asked me if I wanted to try some. And because I liked being included, I agreed to it... It felt funny feeling the rather cold liquid of the eyeliner seeping through my fur. After she was done, I looked in the mirror and inspected the finished product. It wasn't bad... I quite liked the look of it, actually."

Shadow looked around the room, not daring to make eye contact with Sonic, for some reason.

"As I was inspecting the newly drawn lines around my eyes, she giggled and said that it suited me. So, whenever she would do her eyeliner, she would also put it on me. After every time, I would look in the mirror and notice she improved her skills with it again, the lines being done more neatly each time. She eventually even taught me how to do it myself. I didn't wear it often back then, when she was still..." Shadow trailed off, not wanting to say the thing he hated most, the thing that brought him the most pain.

In his peripheral vision, he saw Sonic nod and turn his head a tad to the side in understanding. Shadow swallowed and looked up at him again. "And well, after I lost her, I found some red eyeliner in a drug store and took it with me. I still remembered how to apply it. When I first saw myself with that same eyeliner again, it brought me back to all the times I sat on that cold kitchen sink with her." He let out a soft chuckle to himself. "Well... I haven't stopped wearing it since, as you can tell."

"Hm. She's right, it does look neat on you. Even if it didn't look as profesional back then." Sonic quirked a smile.

"Right, thanks." Shadow replied dryly.

...

"Could I try it?"

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Thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it ;)

You can find the beautiful art that heavily inspired me to write this here!

[larrylimericks]

3Jul24

Si’d like to strike 1D gold twice, But your soul for his goal is the price. This modern-day Midas Is v-necked detritus — “Kindly fuck off” is highly advised.