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[kaasiand]

Is there a place to download the extra comic sans unicode by any chance? My Japanese class is starting up next week and I'd love to cause mass agony.

Alright I just finished up all the kana (on my last post I still had like 5 kana left unfinished)

I made a small webpage to display it & with downloads (also has Comic Sans Mono, without japanese)

enjoy ↓

btw I want to point out something I kept in mind while designing the glyphs: characters that usually look very similar in other fonts, tend to stand out from one another a lot more in Comic Sans (in both subtle and less subtle ways). Usually when making fonts it's tempting to pick the path of least resistance and just copypaste parts of glyphs constantly; I still did do that quite a bit but I always made sure to keep this design feature in mind. For example I've always found さ and ち much easier to confuse when the さ is connected, so making the さ more distinct helped a lot imo.

(I'm not a native Japanese reader but I did get a friend to ask their Japanese friends if they had any advice and the 字形 never really came up—basically the only thing they had to say was about the letter spacing and stroke width, both of which I had already noticed by then, and since improved. I'd love to get opinions from more people though!!)

[ahollowgrave]

-- dawntrail ready.

][ Reshade Preset Here ][

[lichqueenlibrarian]

I am going to scream.

[unordinary-diary]

Blyke and John: the Followup

In my last entry, I pointed out the similarities between chapters 249 and 121, but I had hit the image limit and wasn’t able to embed screenshots. I got around this by linking the chapters, but this is probably my favorite parallel, and to do it justice I think I need to really put them next to each other.

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

(121) (249)

It’s the same fucking scene but backwards and in a different font.

They’re the SAAAAAAAAAAME!!!!!!!!

This was definitely on purpose. Shit like this ^^ doesn’t happen by accident.

[dreadfuldevotee]

literally so depressed those evil faggots are really divorcing what the fuck am i gonna DOOOOOO

[letterbombbreakdown]

sorry for being a hater I just think that preying on peoples insecurities about their weight and appearance to win a fucking competition is unethical

[kingkatsuki]

In one of my silly little discord games you drop cards and if you grab them you get to date them, which helps to make your cards pretty and level them up— so in the game I dropped Childe from Genshin who’s my friends fave but she’s never managed to drop him herself so she can’t date him.

So I said I’d marry him for her so I could make her card pretty, and when you date characters you have to answer questions to build your relationship with them— and so I’m looking at this guy like “He looks cute, sweet, respectable. Lemme just answer all the answers opposite to what Bakugou would say—”

And I’m picking every single answer that’s like sunshine and daisies, and wondering why I’m getting a negative red reaction every time and our affection rating isn’t increasing.

Can you tell me why my friend did NOT fucking tell me that this guy is a WAR CRIMINAL?! Mate I was so shook. So I started answering questions like he was Bakugou and suddenly our affection rating is shooting up so fast😂

So yeah, I definitely do not know your blorbos but I’ll be there with you until the very end😭😂

[spider-man-2o99]

miguel & gabriels parents only occasionally show up to any Significant Degree together in the main book (and are entirely in flashbacks when they do) but. it feels pertinent 2 mention that it's not Just A Headcanon that miguel is still deeply affected by his upbringing well into his adulthood it is quite literally The Canon Text of SM2099 lol. just because it took until the ANAD run for marvel to say “PTSD” itself in the book it doesn't mean he Never Had It before then yknow

[wizardofgoodfortune]

Ooh, 42 for the Spotify Wrapped fic? :D

i have been unspeakably excited about this one, just because the song is so tooth-rottingly sweet!!! so here, have vignettes of a happy dreamling's life. i wanted to write more but i'm so sleepy and i'm afraid it's getting way too long as it is.

--

"Dream," came Hob's voice, deep and drowsy with sleep, "I can feel you, you know."

Dream didn't have much to do when Hob went to sleep. But Hob complained every time Dream tried to get out of bed to do something else, saying it was much easier to sleep with him around. So Dream stayed. And it's not as if he didn't want to stay beside him either.

Most times, Dream let his physical form stay in the Waking, while he took care of business in the Dreaming from within. Sometimes, if time allowed, he visited Hob in his dreams.

But rarely, when there was no business in the Dreaming, and when he could leave Hob alone in it, Dream allowed himself the pleasure of mapping out his lover's face.

He would trace over every curve and every line: from his aquiline nose, to his crow's feet, from his M-shaped hairline, to the silver strands at his temples, from his cupid's bow, to his cleft chin. Dream's favorite time to do this was dawn, when he could watch the sunlight cast dancing shadows on Hob's face, as if they were celebrating him, too.

Usually, he was careful to keep his touch light so as not to wake Hob, but he must have gotten carried away this time.

"My apologies, my love," said Dream, letting his wandering hand settle on the sheets. "I have awoken you. I can put you back to sleep, if you wish."

Hob opened his eyes. There were crusts of dream sand in them. "That's quite alright, darling," he said, yawning and stretching.

As much as Dream liked watching him sleep, he was a wonder to watch awake, as well. Hob would usually stretch until every bone in his body popped and every muscle woke up. Then he would go to the bathroom for a few minutes, then go to fix the both of them some breakfast. He would usually ask what Dream has been up to, or telling Dream about his upcoming day.

But not today, it seemed like.

"What were you doing, anyway?" Hob asked, rubbing the sand out of his eyes. "Counting my white hair or something?"

"Perhaps," Dream said. He knew exactly how many there were. And it was interesting to think how they would be frozen at that number until Hob chose otherwise.

"That was meant to be a joke," Hob said, now fully awake. He was smiling at Dream.

Dream doesn't think he could ever grow tired of seeing Hob smile.

"Alright then, prove it," Hob reached over and tapped Dream quickly on the nose, "how many white hairs do I have?"

"Two thousand, eight hundred and sixty-one," Dream said.

Hob started chuckling, which grew into a full-bodied laugh. It shook the bed beneath them. Dream was certain they could hear him downstairs in the New Inn.

"Are you quite done?" asked Dream, who, to his own surprise, felt a bit embarrassed.

Hob wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, my love, darling, sweetheart," he said, a bit breathless, holding the side of Dream's face, "I am so lucky to have you."

Then Hob kissed him, washing away any shame, and something inside Dream swelled full, threatening to burst.

No, Dream thought, as he reveled in Hob's freely-given and abundant love, I am the one fortunate to have you.

--

"Can you not have this delivered to your home?" Dream asked.

They were at the supermarket, restocking on food and various items that Hob apparently needed.

"Yes, but I like seeing the produce myself. Can never trust them for that," muttered Hob, who was in the middle of picking between two packs of tomatoes that looked entirely similar to Dream.

"I would rather we spent our time wiser," Dream said, putting his hand on Hob's back, trailing it down, "on more important, more pleasurable things."

"Dream," Hob yelped. "Careful, love, we don't know which old lady we'll scar this time."

So Dream put his hand on the small of Hob's back instead, and tried to not look too disappointed.

Hob kissed him on the forehead. "We have all the time in the world. And you could always help me pick out the vegetables. Can't you see which has tiny worms in them or something?"

Dream rolled his eyes. "This is beneath my office."

Hob chuckled. "Look at it like this: if you help me, we'll get home faster. If we can get home faster, we can get to bed faster, and I'll do that thing you like with the tongue—"

Dream pointed at the pack in Hob's right hand. "That one is the one you want."

Hob laughed, and tossed the chosen pack of tomatoes into the cart.

--

"You really couldn't have waited until we got home," Hob said. It was meant to be a question, Dream guessed.

"No," answered Dream.

They were in Hob's car, in the parking lot of the supermarket. While they were putting away the groceries in the backseat, Dream had pushed Hob down, slammed the door behind them, and straddled him. Some of the items had fallen out of their paper bags and onto the car floor.

"Can we at least turn on the car?" Hob asked, his hands settling on Dream's thighs. They felt like hot, hot fire. "It's freezing in here."

Dream smirked down at him. "Not for much longer."

A short laugh came out of Hob, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "Thank god I got those windows tinted, eh?"

Dream allowed himself a moment to look upon his lover, cheeks flushed, breaths shallow, heart galloping. The yellow fluorescent lights from outside cast soft shadows on his face, and put a warm glint in his eyes.

"Well, Dream?" Hob asked. "You got me. Now what'll you do with me?"

"I thought I was the impatient one," Dream said, smiling into Hob's lips.

--

"I did not know you played any instruments, Hob Gadling," Dream said.

Hob jumped from his couch, clutching the guitar in his arms. "Christ on a fucking stick," he exclaimed, a hand on his chest.

Dream stepped around the couch and into Hob's view. He couldn't help but surprise Hob; it was entertaining to see which expletive he would come up with each time.

After a breath or two, Hob sat back down, gesturing to the seat beside him. "Darling, I think you're enjoying this a bit too much."

Dream sat beside Hob, putting a hand on his back. "My apologies," he said.

"Yeah, you say that, but you're still smiling," Hob said, giving him a suspicious look.

Dream couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned forward and kissed his lover on the cheek. "I could not resist. Forgive me. Now please," he gestured to the guitar. "I would enjoy listening to you play."

"Changing the subject. You're fond of that, aren't you?" There was no ounce of venom in his voice. Instead, Hob wore a smile, like he was enjoying this, too. "King of Dreams, Ruler of Nightmares, Lord of the Dreaming, would enjoy listening to me play? Are you sure you wouldn't rather scare me to death again?"

"Do not be foolish. You cannot die," Dream said.

"Just like you can't be mature," Hob said. "Remind me, love, how old are you again?"

Dream glared at him. But he suspected its intentions might be curtailed by the smile he couldn't keep off his face.

--

"Hang on, let me get something," Hob said, rushing off the bed.

Dream propped himself up by his elbows, curious as to what was more important than kissing a very needy, very horny Dream. They haven't seen each other for what must have been more than a month now, what with all the pressing concerns in the Dreaming and Hob's increasing workload in the university.

"Hob," Dream called, not without a tone of threat.

"Be a second, darling," Hob called back. Surely enough, he was back within a few seconds, now with a guitar in his hands.

Hob sat on the edge of the bed, propping up the guitar on his lap. Dream crawled beside him, his interest in Hob's new hobby overpowering his sexual need.

"Been practicing for this," Hob said under his breath. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his fingers formed the proper chords.

"For what?" Dream asked.

Hob smiled at him. "Our anniversary, dearest."

Oh. The constant reminders, the movie Hob let him pick out, the candlelit dinner, the flowers...

And now this.

Hob cleared his throat. He was going to sing. While he played the guitar. For him.

Dream would remember this until the end of time, would remember how the strings bent to Hob's will as he moved from chord to chord, would remember Hob's voice rough and hoarse from countless lectures. Something inside him ached at the memory of his son with his lyre and his voice, and something inside him burst at the sight of Hob with his guitar and his voice.

"Oh, don't cry darling," Hob said, stopping mid-song, thumb wiping away a tear on Dream's cheek.

"I am not," Dream said, as he felt a familiar stinging in his eyes. There was a lump in his throat.

"Oh, sweeting." Hob set aside his guitar, and pulled Dream into his arms. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I thought you would like it."

"I did. I do," said Dream. Against his will, he felt a few more of his tears escape onto Hob's bare shoulder. He tried to concentrate on Hob's heartbeat, on the warmth of Hob's hand on his back, going round and round. "I apologize. I did not mean to ruin your performance, our anniversary."

"No, love. I can do that another time. And as for the anniversary, it isn't ruined at all. Don't be sorry," Hob said. "What matters most is you."

Dream buried his face in Hob's chest. This was foolish. He felt like a child again, crying for an absent father, an unloving mother. Except he wasn't a child, and he was crying for his dead son.

"You know," Hob started, providing Dream a welcome distraction from his thoughts, "Robyn was afraid of thunder and lightning. He would come running from his room into mine and Eleanor's and climb onto our bed. And I would hold him just like this, until he fell asleep. I... I miss him a lot. I still think of him. I carry him with me everyday."

After a quiet while, Dream said, "Thank you." He wasn't sure what it was for. Maybe it was for everything, from their first meeting as strangers centuries ago until now, as lovers. It might as well be.

"You're most welcome, my heart. Anytime."

--

Is it time? Dream had felt something inside him exploding like a dying star for the longest time. He had been pondering this for what seemed like an eternity, but it seemed like now was a good time as any other.

Dream held a velvet box in his hand that he had procured from a jeweler's dream, a few minutes before Hob woke. He had been keeping an eye on this one for a couple of years now.

"Hob Gadling," he started. "I have been careful in letting you set the pace. In the past, I have been... too eager with my lovers. Too insistent. You know not the strength I have had to muster to keep myself from asking this question."

"Dream," Hob breathed. For a moment, Dream was afraid Hob would ask him to stop, but it seemed like there was nothing but adoration in his lover's eyes.

"You said once that you were lucky to have me," Dream recalled. "However, I think it is I who is fortunate to have you, to be loved by you, to be cherished by you. With all my shortcomings, my temper, my childishness, I do not think it was easy. And so, if you would bestow upon me the honor, would you be my husband, for all eternity, with all that would entail?"

"Oh, Dream," Hob said, laughing a wet laugh. Tears were welling up in his eyes. They glittered like jewels in the dawn light; they put the ring in his box to shame. Then, Hob nodded, wordless. He held out his hand to Dream.

As he slipped the ring—ruby, gold, and a perfect fit—on Hob's finger, Dream felt close to tears, as well.

"'Til Death do us part," Hob said, kissing the corner of Dream's mouth.

Dream smiled. "You will be glad to know that she wishes to be my maid of honor."

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Prison Realm sits untouched a mere meter away. The eyes on the box are closed, as they have been for a long while now. Gojo Satoru must have grown tired of fighting. “And yet you’re still so persistent,” he says to himself, genuinely curious. “Do you believe you can free him?” He knows it will never happen. Knows it will take much more than an instinctual jerk, a blind rush of longing, to break the seal on Prison Realm. That even if Geto Suguru is the first to ever resurface, he is a long way off from winning.

Author: @chuuyasoup

[bebecue]

changkyun: i can't believe i'm stuck with shownu

[joemerl]

“I'm not much of a story-teller,” said our visitor, before launching into several long and detailed paragraphs about his life.

[thisfuckingdork]

I woke up at like midnight and am trying to work on my assignment but I made the dumb choice to listen to Tikkle Me and now I can't stop thinking about Jenna Begay so feel free to ignore me. But,

Jenna is lying to everyone including herself, and has all parties fooled. It's not hard to see that a large part of Jenna's character is about how environment shapes people, and I feel you can clearly see that in how she acts. Jenna comes from a deeply impoverished and abusive household where she has shaped her identity and understanding of herself around her academic prestige because it was her escape. She manufactured this brilliant, pragmatic, and detached woman that she could hide herself in. She has separated herself from her (for lack of a better word) humanity for protection. She is obsessed with being the 'smart' and 'rational' one because she's forgotten how to be anything else and she doesn't even recognise it. If she isn't smart and rational she's nothing; there's nothing left, and she's terrified to admit that. Hell, even when she's goofing off and pranking people its not only in a way that proves her smarter than them but does so through deception; she got one over them. She's incredibly competitive because she's better than you, she knows it, and she needs you to know it too. Because if you don't think she's the best what do you think she is. When Chase and Leo got together she was alone. She had only herself for protection, and thus she lost so much of what she had left of who she was and further became what she had to be to survive. Hot take but I genuinely don't think she likes Chase romantically. I think she just saw Chase and Leo each take her best friend away from her and desperately wants them back. She want's her friends back and she wants who she was back. But she can't admit it because her wanting back what she lost is a betrayal; She has had to work so fucking hard and sacrifice so fucking much to get where she is now. And now that she's there, she doesn't remember how to stop; she takes her laptop with her on vacation to distract from the fact that she doesn't know who she is when she isn't working, to distract from the fact that she's returned to the environment that built her. She reads a textbook on the way there. The mask has become the face I could write (much) more but I need to get back to the essay I'm meant to be writing rather than starting another one lol. Is it clear that Jenna Begay is the fictional character I most relate to? anyway~ Wake Up by Tikkle Me is so Jenna Begay coded that it hurts

[b33t-r00t]

Hii! I just wanted to say ur art and oc designs r so lovely and diverse!!! Do u have any master posts or posts u would recommend to take a look at to get to know ur characters more?

Thank you so much, what a nice ask!!

I started to gather a bunch of links to posts for you, but good god there’s so many. I’ve left what I did put together below, but my best advice is to click on a character’s tag and have a scroll about~

You do bring up a good point though, I need to do some like, intro cards for all these guys (how did I end up with so many guys)

Addison Junwei and City both emerged from this sci fi comic series I never finished. They’ve changed a fair bit since then, but it’s fun to see the origins.

Junwei and Addison are best introduced here

This is City’s intro post~

And that one time I made him a succubus

Here’s Farisha and Edith’s first appearance together

And that time they were retired bounty hunters

And them being sweet

This is the best intro I can give for Cai

Beltran has a whole character sheet here

Then there was that time Cai and Beltran went to an ice planet

Side note, why did I go so hard on the world building for the ice planet??

[mercury-waters]

the inherent sexual tension btween me and the job i'm waiting to get back to me... i'm yearning (for health insurance)

[terriblygrimm]

is ethan peck still an idiot who doesn’t support spirk or has he woken up to reality and remembered the show he’s on