#ez layouts

[beilus]

everyone stares at me with honey in their gaze.

[soneprincess]

[lightbulb-warning]

this is getting ridiculous there's so much stuff i wanna draw i need to clone myself immediately

[nocasdatsgay]

Blessing of Spring

(A Spring Time Affairs mini fic)

@tamlinweek Day 1 Heir of Spring

Implied Pairing: Tamlin/OC |Rating: G | Word Count: 1090

Spring Time Affairs Masterlist| Read on AO3

Warnings: a child?

Summary: Tamlin rushes out when he hears his son screaming from his office. He finds the young heir in a predicament.

A/N: This can be read as a standalone. A case study on Daddy!Tamlin if you will.

There were very few things that terrified Tamlin anymore. Not after the ordeal under the mountain and the years after. The day Lucien and subsequently Elain, was abducted by Koschei was one. He would never forget the panic of Rhysand’s in his head explaining what happened. And the help he needed. That day was so long ago, Tamlin no longer had nightmares about it, thank the mother.

When he married Flora was another. He still didn’t understand for months how she could agree to be his wife. He buried his fears but he also waited on bated breath for her to change her mind. It took a lot of healing to move past it. Watching his son being born was also terrifying but in the best way possible.

But he had to admit, out of all of it, hearing his three year old son screaming like he was being murdered was the worst of them all.

Tamlin could hear him outside from his office. He nearly threw the door off the hinges, frantically trying to get to him. He paused for a second, listening for which end to go, forgetting the layout of his own home. He went right, sprinting down the hall and following it around the corner. He kept running, the halls shockingly empty. Did everyone go to his son? He finally found the door that led out to the gardens. As he flung open the door he almost ran into Elain.

“Thank goodness, I was coming to get you-“

“Where is he?” The words came out harsher than intended.

“With Flora.” She pointed to the right. “He shifted and-“

He didn’t give her time to finish. He ran around the house and found them near the fountain. His son's incoherent screams turned into a chant.

“Papa!” His son wailed through loud tears. “Papa please!”

Tamlin froze at the sight before him. His poor wife, kneeling and holding their son against her while he cried. Flora was obviously doing her best to soothe him. But that wasn’t what had Tamlin frozen in place. His son looked up at him with his red rimmed green eyes.

“Papa- won’t- go!” was all he could understand.

His poor boy had grown antlers out of his head. Tamlin also could see the end of a tail coming out his pants, the tip poofy with fur. In a blink, Tamlin closed the distance, kneeling beside Flora. He pulled the back of his son's trousers down, just enough to free the tail.

“Oh Ez,” Tamlin muttered, still a little shocked.

His boy’s sobs turned to sniffles as, squirmed out of his mother’s grasp and went to Tamlin. He lifted him up against his chest holding him tight.

“I don’t like it,” Ez buried his face against his fathers chest. “I don’t like it papa!”

Tamlin made eye contact with Flora. She looked worse for wear, hair frizzled and the top of her dress soaked in their baby boy’s tears.

“He was playing with the other children and- I don’t know what happened.” Flora explained. “He can’t make them disappear. I told him you could fix it but he wouldn’t budge.”

Tamlin rubbed his hand along Ez’s back trying to comfort him. Flora gestured to the stones- the they had crushed, little claw marks embedded in them. He nodded in understanding.

“Ez,” he whispered gently. “I’m going to put you down alright?”

“No!” He screamed and clung tighter. Claws Tamlin didn’t know were present on his hands dug into his shoulders.

“Sunshine,” Tamlin whispered. “You’re going to have to stand so I can help you. I need to see to make them go away.”

His son whimpered into his chest. It took a few more minutes of coaxing but he finally let go. Now standing, Tamlin assessed the damage. Claws on his hands, his shoes were destroyed with paws and more claws coming out of them. Thankfully other than the antlers and tail, he looked normal.

“You’re so brave Ez. I’m going to make them go away but you have to be still. Do you need mama to help?”

“No papa.”

Tamlin reached out and hovered his hands over the horns. Using his shapeshifting magic, he shrunk them. Ez ended up squirming, Flora moved behind him just in case she needed to hold him. Tamlin moved to the tail next since he knew how uncomfortable that was from experience. He straightened the pants on him once it was gone. Finally, he retracted the claws and fixed his feet.

“Let’s get these off, hm?” He said and gently pulled off the ruined shoes.

“Can you fix it?” Ez said through little gasps.

“I’m not sure.” That made Ez let out a screaming wail. “We can try. Ez, look at me.” He said gently. He still cried but looked at his father. “I will do my best. If I can’t fix it, I will get you a new pair.”

Ez nodded solemnly. Flora moved back around beside Tamlin and pulled out a handkerchief.

“Can mama wipe your face?” She asked. Ez nodded and she gently wiped up the tears and snot. “All better. You did so good for papa. Do you want to go back and play?”

“My shoes,” he whimpered, pointing at them.

“I think you can play in the dirt with your bare feet just this once,” Tamlin smiled at him. “But you can’t fight your mama or Lainy during bath time.”

“Okay papa.”

It was as if nothing had happened, the giddiness returned and he ran off to join the other children again a few yards away. Flora let out a heavy sigh and leaned against her husband.

“How often did this happen when you were a youngling?” She asked, taking his hand in her own.

Tamlin slumped back onto his feet, unable to reply. Too often. He wanted to say. The Blessing of Spring was a curse for him as an Heir. Too often and each time was met with punishment or disdain. His brothers alone tormented him into shifting on purpose. Then when he was older, his own father would force him to shift just to prove himself. Flora seemed to realize he was in his head; she squeezed his hand.

“You were so good with him,” she added. “He knew you’d take care of him, Tam. You're a good father.”

He watched his son chase another youngling in the distance, carefree and giggling. A stark contrast to his own childhood. He squeezed her back, a silent agreement that she was right.

[meg-megbanom-ezt]

támler plíz

Épp akartam kérdezni, hogy másnál is elszaródott-e a dash, hogy nem időrendben adja a posztokat, hanem látszólag összevissza, és úgy kell lesegetni, melyik az új poszt. Tök mérges lettem, mert pont ez az időrendiség lenne az előnye a tumblrnek a többi közösségi médiához képest. Na oszt' csak megnéztem a beállításokat és kiderült, hogy valahogyan bekapcsolódott a 'Best stuff first' gomb! Kikattintottam és most újra jó. Utálom ezt, amikor önállósítja magát, máskor meg a blog layout baszódott át wide-ra és mire rájöttem, hol állíthatom vissza. Olyan gecinagy kérés ez, hogy a beállítások ne változzanak csak úgy, a háttérben?! Persze tudom, ez biztos egy jel, hogy ne itt basszam a rezet annyit. :P

[melsie-sims]

The biggest renovation was definitely the kitchen.

While most of the furniture and decor remained the same as the cabin, the location and layout was completely changed. Alyse also crafted a new table and some matching stools, thus officially retiring the outdoor eating area.

“So what are you two gonna do today?” the handywoman asked the newlyweds. They were the only three up.

“I need to go harvest the garden and take care of the animals,” Kallie said. “Then I might make some more flour and butter.”

“I might go fishing,” Eze replied. “Being by the sea makes me feel better sometimes when I’m… riled up,” he added.

Kallie looked at her husband carefully.

“Are you feeling a transformation coming on?” she asked him. “It’s not the full moon, is it? I’m usually better at remembering the phases…”

“No, it’s not… it’s still days away… It’s just me, and all of these stupid feelings. Even being happy triggers me,” he chuckled. “And I’ve never been happier.”

“Aw,” Kallie smiled.

“Blergh,” Alyse made a face of pure disgust. “Some of us are trying to eat here.”

[boomtastics]

I'm quitting.

No this isn't a joke I actually am. The reason why is simply I don't like twst anymore and I'm not the confident in my writing.

I want to post writings that I'm proud of not ones that are half-assed or not giving the love and care it deserves.

I'm really sorry to all of you that liked my writing or that just liked talking to me and I'm kinda mad I didn't get to write for everyone of my silly little boys yk?

All of the requests I have right now will be completed but after that there's gonna no more.

"Does this mean you'll delete your account?"

No, one of my works might be a favorite of someone's and I don't want them to lose it and plus I want to see what I can improve on.

"Will you ever write again?"

Yes, probably for something else and when I like my writing more.

"Do you have any other socials?"

Main one is discord Ezran#696969 and anything else is probably under Booming_boom, booming_bomb, EzranEzran, or something similar.

"Will you still be on tumblr?"

Probably on my actual main but this one, My writing account won't be active.

"Is there any other reason you're quitting?"

First off, that's kinda rude and second, yeah

I got really stressed because I want my grades to be good and for that I need to study

but that takes along time and so does writing and not to mention I work and have a big family so I need to take care of them and writing is a little hobby is had yk?

If you have anymore questions just ask I'll answer them it's fine but please put it in the comments so it's easier for me but I dont really care

Final thought?

I love you guys!! I started writing to share my silly little ideas and didn't expect so many people to like them, especially some people that made me write in the first place and my idols (Ciel, Eros, literally all of my silly mooties). You've all made my silly little journey so much better and trust me if I didn't have any mutuals at all I would be so scared to interact with anyone </3.

Now, I'm gonna go make my layout as pretty as possible so that I don't have a random urge to change it.

interact with @silly-ez if you just wanna talk or whatever

Remember that I love you!! Every single one of you!!

go drink water, get some rest and I'm gonna go pass out..Have a good day!!!

Project RoBo is online.

[mmorpg-escapism]

Whoops I died for a bit there. It is, unfortunately, not quite over. Deets under the cut if you're inclined, and if not I'll be back properly in a couple weeks.

Short version: Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow.

Long version: I am incredibly prone to repetitive stress injuries. This means I have to be very focused on ergonomics and keeping my wrists in particular happy with me since I'm a gamer and also work in the IT industry. So I had a fun split keyboard (the Ergodox EZ, if you're curious) and it kept me from being in pain all the time significantly more effectively than anything else I'd tried since the initial injury that has been haunting me for just shy of 7 years.

And that keyboard, after nearly 5 years of use, finally bit it in a way that I couldn't just fix on my own. So I have my backup keyboard, which is a traditional layout, and the pain returned instantly. I've got a replacement ordered but because it's not an off-the-shelf thing, but rather custom built by ZSA, I have about two weeks until it gets here, if I'm lucky. Which means about two weeks of minimal gaming and typing.

Took me thirty minutes to write this :( So just silence and the occasional like from me until it gets here and set up the way I need it. Then I'll be back to my usual analysis-posting :)

[soneprincess]

baby v.o.x 야야야 (yayaya) icons

[vanhelsingapologist]

What is your craziest CoS campaign escapade to date 💖😈💖

The Werewolf Cave

Here there be spoilers.

Truly, I don’t think anything compares to the bullshit that we pulled there. The details of the plan are fuzzy, probably because there was no plan. That was the first use in our campaign of “fuck it, we ball” and probably the one that could’ve backfired the most.

Essentially, my dhampir ranger got herself captured and shoved into the cave so she could relay the layout of it to the cleric via Sending. I tried to convince the children to revolt against their captors while our Warlock invisibly moved around the cave, taking stock of how many people we’d have to fight through. We got Zuleika on our side by going “oh, hey, we met Emil in Ravenloft!” So we had her.

We ended up just abandoning that plan in favor of the Warlock picking up things and running invisibly towards the entrance to get some of the guards around the kids away. It was SUCH a stupidly close call.

We ended up getting the kids out through one of the ways out Zuleika told us about.

We have Ez and our druid hiding out near the cave. We have Leo fucking Dilisnya (who is FREAKING out at the stupidity of it all), our cleric, and our bloodhunter a little ways off.

Kiril starts to return early, and so our druid summons a bunch of giant bats(?) and we start loading the kids up onto their backs and flying with them to Krezk. Does that sound dumb? It’s because it was. Our DM had the druid and warlock rolling at disadvantage to keep all the kids on the backs of the bats because it was storming. Somehow.

Somehow.

Somehow they made it to Krezk through using ALL of our inspiration.

The party ended up splitting because Kiril went after the ones that stayed behind, and it all kinda went to shit, but my god, did we save the kids. Granted, Krezk ended up sustaining a MASSIVE attack by Kiril’s pack that killed some NPCs. But uh. Yeah.

I think that’s our wildest? It ties with actually bringing back Leo Dilisnya in my mind.

[luperpla]

so, i really like fighting games. always have. i'm not exactly the best at them but i do have a lot of fun playing them with buddies!~

this stick was originally a SSF4 XB360 Chun-Li TES but I've replaced the home panel PCB with JasenCustom's MadCatz TE EZ Mod to keep the home panel functional (except the TURBO button is changed to TouchPad click functionality), swapped to a Brook P5+ board, got printed plexi with commissioned digital art of my Tekken 8 main in my preferred 2P colors for her (art was done by Carlos Martinez, who was a total joy to work with btw). I also changed the panel from a Viewlix layout to a Namco Noir layout, and finally got a new Qanba JOV8S lever and Gravity KS buttons for it. The modwork itself was time consuming but not overly difficult.

I still need to finalize some stuff (test the SJ2 cut, test inputs) AND I have more plans for her in the future (K-levers and potentially leverless panels, and if i wanna be REALLY silly I've been eyeballing installing the Brook retro fight board in it), but for now, I'm really happy with it! Can't wait to host another fightnight once I'm done with it.

I have a second TE that I was going to mod as well but honestly after finishing this one I'd rather just build a Panzer FS4 instead of rehabbing another TE. The Azucena TE is a special one to me with it's clear blue body and numbered release, but the other TE is just a standard RD2 one.

[somethingpersonarelated]

Project Sekai Teams But They're Made of Phantom Thieves (Pt.1)

At this point anything is possible. I've finished VBS and WxS, gotten halfway through nightcord. next part will be Leo/Need and MMJ when I get around to reading more of their stories. I put stamps to rep the characters.

VBS was the easiest to do tbh, the alt makes sense too. I like either layout. Nightcord on the otherhand was actually very difficult to place. Like all the characters in Nightcord make sense to me, they would share an empty sekai, but like the personalities are different (cept for mafuyu that was ez). WxS is wacky and moreso based off personalities because if it was based off of role then Futaba would be Rui and Ren/Akira would be Nene easily. Ren gets in all of these because he's a man of many faces LMAO. Not the last two though, I have a pretty good idea of MMJ and Leo/Need but I want to read more before I post them tbh.

[nocasdatsgay]

The Blessing of Spring

Day 1 @tamlinweek Heir of Spring

Implied Pairing: Tamlin/OC | Rating: G | Word Count: 1090

Spring Time Affairs Masterlist | Read Here on AO3

Warnings: a child.

Summary: Tamlin rushes out when he hears his son screaming from his office. He finds the young heir in a predicament.

A/N: this is technically a Spring Time Affairs. It can be read as a standalone without any backstory.

There were very few things that terrified Tamlin anymore. Not after the ordeal under the mountain and the years after. The day Lucien and subsequently Elain, was abducted by Koschei was one. He would never forget the panic of Rhysand’s in his head explaining what happened. And the help he needed. That day was so long ago, Tamlin no longer had nightmares about it, thank the mother.

When he married Flora was another. He still didn’t understand for months how she could agree to be his wife. He buried his fears but he also waited on bated breath for her to change her mind. It took a lot of healing to move past it. Watching his son being born was also terrifying but in the best way possible.

But he had to admit, out of all of it, hearing his three year old son screaming like he was being murdered was the worst of them all.

Tamlin could hear him outside from his office. He nearly threw the door off the hinges, frantically trying to get to him. He paused for a second, listening for which end to go, forgetting the layout of his own home. He went right, sprinting down the hall and following it around the corner. He kept running, the halls shockingly empty. Did everyone go to his son? He finally found the door that led out to the gardens. As he flung open the door he almost ran into Elain.

“Thank goodness, I was coming to get you-“

“Where is he?” The words came out harsher than intended.

“With Flora.” She pointed to the right. “He shifted and-“

He didn’t give her time to finish. He ran around the house and found them near the fountain. His son's incoherent screams turned into a chant.

“Papa!” His son wailed through loud tears. “Papa please!”

Tamlin froze at the sight before him. His poor wife, kneeling and holding their son against her while he cried. Flora was obviously doing her best to soothe him. But that wasn’t what had Tamlin frozen in place. His son looked up at him with his red rimmed green eyes.

“Papa- won’t- go!” was all he could understand.

His poor boy had grown antlers out of his head. Tamlin also could see the end of a tail coming out his pants, the tip poofy with fur. In a blink, Tamlin closed the distance, kneeling beside Flora. He pulled the back of his son's trousers down, just enough to free the tail.

“Oh Ez,” Tamlin muttered, still a little shocked.

His boy’s sobs turned to sniffles as, squirmed out of his mother’s grasp and went to Tamlin. He lifted him up against his chest holding him tight.

“I don’t like it,” Ez buried his face against his fathers chest. “I don’t like it papa!”

Tamlin made eye contact with Flora. She looked worse for wear, hair frizzled and the top of her dress soaked in their baby boy’s tears.

“He was playing with the other children and- I don’t know what happened.” Flora explained. “He can’t make them disappear. I told him you could fix it but he wouldn’t budge.”

Tamlin rubbed his hand along Ez’s back trying to comfort him. Flora gestured to the stones- the they had crushed, little claw marks embedded in them. He nodded in understanding.

“Ez,” he whispered gently. “I’m going to put you down alright?”

“No!” He screamed and clung tighter. Claws Tamlin didn’t know were present on his hands dug into his shoulders.

“Sunshine,” Tamlin whispered. “You’re going to have to stand so I can help you. I need to see to make them go away.”

His son whimpered into his chest. It took a few more minutes of coaxing but he finally let go. Now standing, Tamlin assessed the damage. Claws on his hands, his shoes were destroyed with paws and more claws coming out of them. Thankfully other than the antlers and tail, he looked normal.

“You’re so brave Ez. I’m going to make them go away but you have to be still. Do you need mama to help?”

“No papa.”

Tamlin reached out and hovered his hands over the horns. Using his shapeshifting magic, he shrunk them. Ez ended up squirming, Flora moved behind him just in case she needed to hold him. Tamlin moved to the tail next since he knew how uncomfortable that was from experience. He straightened the pants on him once it was gone. Finally, he retracted the claws and fixed his feet.

“Let’s get these off, hm?” He said and gently pulled off the ruined shoes.

“Can you fix it?” Ez said through little gasps.

“I’m not sure.” That made Ez let out a screaming wail. “We can try. Ez, look at me.” He said gently. He still cried but looked at his father. “I will do my best. If I can’t fix it, I will get you a new pair.”

Ez nodded solemnly. Flora moved back around beside Tamlin and pulled out a handkerchief.

“Can mama wipe your face?” She asked. Ez nodded and she gently wiped up the tears and snot. “All better. You did so good for papa. Do you want to go back and play?”

“My shoes,” he whimpered, pointing at them.

“I think you can play in the dirt with your bare feet just this once,” Tamlin smiled at him. “But you can’t fight your mama or Lainy during bath time.”

“Okay papa.”

It was as if nothing had happened, the giddiness returned and he ran off to join the other children again a few yards away. Flora let out a heavy sigh and leaned against her husband.

“How often did this happen when you were a youngling?” She asked, taking his hand in her own.

Tamlin slumped back onto his feet, unable to reply. Too often. He wanted to say. The Blessing of Spring was a curse for him as an Heir. Too often and each time was met with punishment or disdain. His brothers alone tormented him into shifting on purpose. Then when he was older, his own father would force him to shift just to prove himself. Flora seemed to realize he was in his head; she squeezed his hand.

“You were so good with him,” she added. “He knew you’d take care of him, Tam. You're a good father.”

He watched his son chase another youngling in the distance, carefree and giggling. A stark contrast to his own childhood. He squeezed her back, a silent agreement that she was right.

[bolters-and-rivets]

Nova's micro garden railway: interim planning post #1

brief update on the garden railway project, it's still in the planning stage but I've made a few ammendements to the track plan

for the sake of clarity this was the innitial track plan

And this is the new, ammended, plan, it already feels like I have so much more space to work with

Changes include altering the length/geometry of the main circuit in a few places, and completely redoing the branchline to feature a run-round loop. I've also hilighted the areas that will become a trestle bridge (the section in grey) and a stone cutting (I had to use a tunnel in the layout design program but needs must).

I've also found a free-to-use printable model railway trestle, which is perfect for my needs, I can tweak it as needed in tinkercad to conform to the curves

one challenge I need to tackle will be building the trackbed foundation, as it needs to be raised from the bottom of the planter and conform to a gradient on the branchline. I do have a potential solution half ready in the form of some printable roadbeds that I conceived as a way to turn Peco 009 track into a floor-ready system not unlike Bachmann EZ-Track, though it remains untested at this time.

I think what I'll end up doing is add a hidden trestle to the enderside of the roadbed sections so they can be screwed to the bottom of the planter. The longevity of PLA (Poly-Lactic Acid) filament in an outdoors enviroment is a concern, but I'll probably just drown the sections in enamel paint to waterproof them.

[meg-megbanom-ezt]

az apró idegesítő dolgok

eleve túl korán keltem és nem bírtam visszaaludni

az utolsó tojás, amit a zöldborsófőzelékhez akartam megsütni, megromlott. kár, hogy optimistán kiolajoztam előre a tepsit :/ (de végül is legalább nem záp volt, ismerjük el)

akkor már észrevettem azt is, hogy a rizsesüveg belső oldalán artistáskodik egy kukac (pontosabban hernyó, mert molyok lárvája). kisebb zörgetéssel még jó pár tesót találtam, úgyhogy rizs is sutty ki (legalább nem sok maradt)

a hiperszuper saját fejlesztésű mágnesszalagos szúnyoghálóm ragasztása is elengedte magát, még javítani kell rajta... így visszaminősültem macgyverből mekk elekké :/

ki a faszom csönget pont, mikor ZUHANYOZNÉK?! ja, bocs, ez csak Anya, aki szerencsésen előbb jöhetett haza munkából. "csak kipróbáltam, működik-e :)" -.-

"ez az egy jégkrém volt sajnos" :'( jó, nem fogom rossz elkényeztetett gyerekként elkunyizni tőle, főleg, hogy elvileg előbb el akartam indulni pestre,

csak ez a rohadt bágyadtság és lustaság egész nap, pedig nem is volt olyan meleg

és amikor sietni kéne vonatra, akkor hív a témavezetőm, hogy a qfield exportálás nem működik, nézzem meg, valami konfigurálási probléma. és hogy miért nem sikerült, mikor tavaly pont ugyanígy csináltam és semmi baj nem volt vele?! talán mert egy utálék retek határ FOS?!

a vonat forgalmi okok miatt állt meg -.- én meg forgalmi okokból haladnék, baszod

és akkor még ez az új tumblr layout is MI A SZAR. na jó, ez már tényleg first world problem, különben se rinyáljak, alapból se, de holnap még teljesíteni is kell. jó napnak kell lennie. úgyhogy megyek és megérintem a füvet. végül is kábé szó szerint ez a munkám.

hajrá

[onlyseokmins]

hiiii ez, how are you, how's the year treating you so far? I feel like we haven't talked in forever ,(it's my fault bc im so inactive on here😭) how's life? i hope everything is going well with you ❣ (btw, i loveee your new layout :]])

with love,

angel♡

Hey angel bby!!! ❤️ Quite contrary to popular belief I'm not online as much as I used to be but life has been okay! Busy! But I hope you're doing well 🫶🏼 sending you all my love and support for you to be able to relax and do smth you enjoy this weekend 💕