#i just want to add a few smaller pieces around the one i already have

[itoshi-s]

what if i got the luck puzzle piece tatted on my ass instead. what then

[theother-victoria]

Mr reca word vomit bc the brain worms won’t leave my brain!!! I promise I’m Very Sane abt this man

TAGS: not proofread, written before his release so potentially ooc and I’m too lazy to rewrite it post-release, secret relationship trope, reader wears lipstick, making out eheheheheh, reader is smaller/shorter than him, this is my propaganda and sign for u to become a reca kisser too

TAGLIST: @akutasoda, @https-sourlimes, @tragedy-of-commons, @mitsvriii (putting you on the reca kisser agenda >:3), @harque, @hazyue, @gabile18, @khoncore, @moineauz

Ok so imagine being in a secret relationship with the man himself…

Like the two of you HATE each other’s guts in public. As a rival film producer, the public loves to pit your films against each other, and the two of you as well apparently. There have been so many instances of you making small digs and sly remarks toward each other during interviews that it’s become somewhat expected by now. You have a gripe with the pacing of his films and his fame. He has a bone to pick with your cinematography.

“That manic director’s most recent film? I would give my thoughts, but unfortunately I fell asleep not even halfway through.”

“That uninspired, dreadfully dull and artistically lacking director? All their films look the same. I couldn’t differentiate them even if I wanted to.”

No matter how critically acclaimed your work is, he always has something to say about it.

Even if it was in the back of an alley with his hands gripping your hips tightly and teeth nipping at your neck.

"It took until a quarter of the way through the movie before- hah- your cinematography finally showed some signs of thought put into the shots. I know you can do better than this. So why- mmph- did it take you so long?"

You angrily nip on his bottom lip. A flash of satisfaction runs through you when you hear him hiss and taste blood on the tip of your tongue.

“Like you’re one to talk with the horrendous pacing of your newest film! Tell me, what was the plot of it again? Because I- mmm!?- already forgot the direction it was supposed to be taking twenty minutes in!”

"Well, you just simply lack reading comprehension. Not my fault, of course.”

“Oh, you little piece of-!”

He shuts you up with a rough and messy kiss. Your legs immediately go jelly and were it not for his leg slotted between yours and pushing you up against the wall, you think you would’ve collapsed right there and then.

When he pulls away, your lips are glossy and swollen. There’s a dazed look in your eyes that makes him smirk in satisfaction and without any hesitation, he pulls out his camera to take a few shots.

“Yes, yes, wonderful! That expression really suits you!”

Anger looks good on you, but he much rather prefers this expression.

He leans in for another kiss and because you can’t say no to him, you indulge him- until you hear footsteps nearby. You hurriedly clamp your hand over his mouth and wait until they’re gone before glaring at him.

“Stop running your mouth so much in public! You’ll give us away at this point!”

“Then stop being so loud,” he hisses back, though he’s in no better state than you, his-already-disheveled hair an absolute mess now from you gripping it. His flushed face is littered with lipstick marks and you can’t resist the temptation to add a few more.

“Cheeky, aren’t you?” he huffs out as you place a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. A soft kiss to his eyelid makes his eyes flutter shut and an affectionate sigh escape him. He smells of the chemicals used to develop film and strong coffee…

Then there’s a gasp and the undeniable sound of a camera shutter going off. Caught red handed.

You pull apart from him with a surprised gasp and expression. Strangely, he doesn’t look fazed at all. Still as smug as ever.

You whirl around to see an equally-shocked photographer standing there. Paparazzi, from the looks of it. He was probably going around and looking for some potential shots before accidentally stumbling upon something that would make front-page headlines. When you look back at him, then at the photographer, there’s even more people now snapping away at the two of you in a compromising position.

With the damage already done, you try to leave before he stops you. His jacket resting on your shoulders dwarfs your smaller frame and he yanks on the film strip belt to reel you back in. The crowd of photographers has doubled now, murmuring excitedly to themselves.

“Wh- let go! The paparazzi are having a field day-!”

He silences you with a swift kiss and a pinch to the inner thigh. The cameras flash even more rapidly now.

“Let them see for all I care.”

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[pterribledinosaurdrawings]

could you tell me more about spoonflower? i'm interested in uploading my own designs, but i'm not entirely sure how it works or how much it pays. thank you!

Sure! When you first upload your design, it'll look like this.

The standard DPI for printing on all the fabric sites I've seen is 150, and since I made this pattern at 200 DPI that means Spoonflower will print it bigger than I want it unless I change it here. So I click on the "change DPI" thing, type in "200" and click "change". Sometimes I find it doesn't save, so I always go back later to check and make sure it did save the right DPI.

(You can avoid this by just changing your image to the right DPI before uploading, but sometimes I want the option to make it a bit bigger, just in case.)

If you want to make multiple sizes of the same pattern available you'll have to upload a different version for each one and change the size individually. For example, I drew my Bathroom Dinosaurs pattern pretty large and at 150 DPI, and left that as is for the big version.

But I wanted a small version too, so for that one I changed it to 670 pixels per inch so it'd print much smaller.

You write in the title, tags, and description, and you can put any links to other pages or references in the "Additional Details" section.

(Leaving links isn't usually necessary, but sometimes it is, like how I wanted to leave a link to the original 1760's teapot for my crinoid fossil pattern.)

At this point, you can order things printed with your design, but nobody else can yet. You have the option to show the design publicly, but I like to keep it private until I've ordered my proofs and can sell it.

Now, to order proofs! DO NOT GET THE CUT SWATCHES!!! They are SO much more expensive than getting a fill-a-yard, because cutting and packaging all the little pieces is a lot of extra labour. Wether you have a few designs, or a lot, just get a fill-a-yard.

To make a fill-a-yard you first need to make a collection. Collections can be either public or private, so I keep a private collection called "new designs to proof", and I put all my new designs in there until I've ordered them. You can also add other people's patterns to a collection, so if you have extra space to fill up or you want little bits of a bunch of other people's patterns for a quilt or something, add whatever you want to your collection.

On the collections page when you hover your mouse over one you'll see a little patchwork symbol show up in the middle along the bottom edge, and you click on that.

That'll take you here, and you choose a layout and a fabric.

For some reason the fabric options here are a bit limited and vary depending on the layout. I like to get either the 1 yard/42 designs in cotton poplin, or the 2 yards/48 designs in cotton sateen, but there are plenty more you could try.

I'll click the latter for this example. (The squares in this one are the perfect size for pleated face masks, and I have a few made from mine and my friend's fabrics.)

Then you just click on a design and click on however many squares/rectangles you want it to fill. It usually takes a few seconds for them to show up.

You can have just one little sample of each, or you could make half the fabric be one design and fill up the rest with little samples. (That's what I did for my brown monster waistcoat - I printed juuuust enough of a fill-a-yard to cut out a waistcoat from, and the rest was other samples.)

You can change it around if you want. Once you're happy with it, put it in the cart and buy it!

I'm not going to order this one since it's an example with designs I've already proofed, but here's what my monster patterns looked like when they arrived.

Also, I want to point out that you could VERY easily make some really fun pride flags using the fill-a-yard! You might have to have it be only part of the fabric, depending on the number of stripes, but you could make it be any texture or pattern you want. Here's a quick example I did with other people's patterns by searching "(colour) marble texture".

With only 4 stripes I'd have to fill the rest of the space in with something else and cut it off, but it would still be pretty big! (The edge of that purple stripe looks jagged in the preview, but they print perfectly straight.)

I have not done this, but someone should! Just wash it, trim the blank edges off, hem it, and you've got a flag!

(Don't do this with the 2 yards/4 designs option though, it looks like nice stripes in the thumbnail but it's made for infinity scarves and there's a gap and dotted line down the middle for cutting. Bleh.)

Anyways, once your samples arrive you can make the designs available for sale! If you have any changes you'd like to make, to the size it prints at or the pattern itself, you can make them now.

I found the small version of the Bathroom Dinosaurs print was too small when I first got my proofs, so I just reduced the DPI a bit.

And you can replace the image with a new, edited version by clicking "upload revision".

So when my brown coffin pattern printed really washed out and grey, I replaced it with a more saturated version and was good to go, no need to order another proof.

Down at the bottom of the design editing page you can now click on the options to list it publicly, and to sell it on fabric and/or wallpaper. I make all of them available on fabric, and some on wallpaper if I deem them to be appropriately large.

They'll pay you 10% of the sales price of the fabric, or slightly more if you sell over a certain amount in a month. There's a whole page of questions and answers about it.

You also get a 10% discount if you order fabrics with your own designs. (Although, personally, if I'm ordering my own designs on fabrics for me then I'd prefer to get them from somewhere like ArtFabrics, since they use reactive dyes instead of inks, so their blacks actually print black and don't make the fabric stiffer like Spoonflower's do. And also because they're here in Canada so there's less shipping cost. Sadly they don't have an option to sell your designs though.)

Spoonflower also has weekly design contests which are announced a few weeks in advance and have pretty big store credit prizes (the first place one is 200 USD), and I've entered a few times, but I don't vote often because Spoonflower is such a huge site that there are frequently over a thousand entries and it's really time consuming to scroll through them all.

Ok, that's everything I can think of! I also put all my patterns on sone things on Redbubble, since they have options for repeating patterns on some things.

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

The Hunt

Shouma Toriashi X Reader ( Chapter 4 )

word count :2258

TW: strong language, sexual tension ( nothing really +18)

Summary: life as we know it can change in an instant, and so do feelings and the people you meet.

A/N: I did not proof read.. LOL I just kinda went over it. But hehe I was giggling as I made this chapter! I LOVE HIM SO MUCHBDHVFCDEQWVDIUY

MASTERLIST

chapter 3

The weekend is finally here and we can now relax or so I thought..

“ Y/N I want to go to a karaoke club, they just opened one and i think it would be fun!” Yoshino speaks from the other side of the phone. 

“ Yoshino you’re not even of age yet.. How do you plan on getting in?” I ask as I grab and cut ends of the broccoli and cut them into smaller pieces to add to the broth that's boiling. 

“ Everyone knows I look older than I am, so if you and Shouma go first, by the time they get to me they won’t even ask! Worst case we can ask Shouma to get us some connections.” Yoshino reasons with hopes I’ll change my mind.  

"So you’re telling me Shouma already agreed to this?”

“ No… But he will, he always does! If he agrees, does that mean you’ll go?” 

With a small sigh I smile to myself and confirm that I would go if Shouma agrees, with that Yoshino hangs up to call Shouma. I continue with cooking my beef house soup and prepare the slices of beef and noodles ready to throw them in once the broccoli is cooked enough. I decide to clean the rest of the kitchen in the meantime, and do whatever is left around the house. At the moment I don't look my best, my hair is up in a ponytail and I’m wearing an oversized shirt that is ridden with holes everywhere, but who cares. I eventually walk back to my kitchen to add the noodles and whatever spices are left and give the soup a taste. 

WHO AM I? A CHEF OBVIOUSLY THIS IS AMAZING! 

I feel goose bumps arise as I taste my to die for soup, just as I’m about to go for a second taste test, I hear a knock at my door.. Who could it be, I didn’t even open the main gate.. Maybe it’s one of dad’s members or something.. 

I walk towards the door and see through the peephole and see Shouma on the phone.. What is he doing here, i open the door slowly and he just walks in like he owns the place. He’s wearing one of his usual black long sleeved shirts and a pair of dark jeans to match. I stare at him as he removes his shoes before stepping completely into the house and raises his finger to his lips as an indication to not make any noise. 

I walk away and back into the kitchen to stir the soup one last time before turning the stove off to let the soup try to cool down and I go for another taste.  But my personal space is invaded by Shouma standing next to me and staring down the spoon I have at hand. 

“ And if I say no?” Shouma asks the person on the phone before opening his mouth to indicate for me to feed him the soup that’s on the spoon. With a side eye i comply, and blow on the hot soup before feeding. He reaches besides me and grabs the chili flakes bottle and adds a few more flakes into the soup.

“ Hey i do–” I was cut off by him as he pushed his hand flat against my lips to prevent me from speaking.  Is he serious, he came to my place and he has the audacity to tell me what to do.

As a result I decided to lick his hand so that he will remove his hand from my mouth, and as planned he does remove his hand. He looks at his hand that i just licked, which is now slobbered by my saliva and wipes it against his shirt.

“ Okay Yoshino I will go, but I gotta go. I have business to take care of, bye.” He speaks in to the phone before saying goodbye to yoshino. 

“ Are you serious you made me be quiet while you’re on the phone with yoshino, i thou-” Shouma reaches towards me again but this time i dodge him quick. 

“ Shouma do not test me..”

“ You think you’re just going to lick my hand and get away with it?”

“ And you think you’re going to shut me up by covering my mouth.” i speak back. 

“ I told you to be quiet, did I not Y/N?” He leans against the counter top in the kitchen while stretching out his arms besides him to hold onto the edge of the counter. 

I turn to grab a slicing knife from the knives set and walk towards him, his gaze follows my movement and focusing on the knife in my hand. I stand in front of his tall, slender and strong figure and press my body slighting against him to close the big gap between us but leaving enough room where I’m not completely against him. 

“ And whose house are you in right now?” I ask before stabbing the cutting board that was right behind his hand on the counter. “ Mine, and remember that.” I Speak in a firm tone and let go of the knife handle and pull away from his presence. 

I go to grab some bowls from the cabinet and hand them over to shouma so that he can pour the soup into the bowls. Eventually we end up sitting down on the table on the floor and sit across from one another. 

“ So was Yoshino trying to convince you to go out?” I ask after taking my first sip of the soup… which is now too spicy for my liking thanks to him. 

“I only agreed because  I heard you would go if I went.”

“ mmm so you wouldn’t go for your Yoshino”I asked.

“ I mean I’d go if she asked, but I’d go so I can take you.” He spoke in a low voice before he began lifting his bowl to start drinking from it. 

“ How charming of you.” I sarcastically say back, we sit in silence finishing our food until i get a text. Hmm looks like Yohsino won’t waste a second. 

“ Get up and clean these dishes, I will go get ready, Yoshino wants to go shopping.”

“ But she didn’t ask me to go.” Shouma tells me like i care.

“ Did i ask if she told you, i said we are going, I fed you, the least you can do is take me to the mall.” I get up from my spot and walk towards my room to get ready. I grab a maroon off the shoulder long sleeved top and pair it with black see through pantihose and a black pleated skort and a pair of preppy short heel shoes. I fix my hair and style it where I let my curtain bangs to frame my face and creat a half up, half down style and tie the look together with a maroon bow.

I use a bit of foundation and some blush to give my skin some color and lastly do my lips. I have never been a fan of lipstick so I stick to my lip gloss, granted my lip gloss has to be glittery.  With that i walk down and see that Shouma is laying down on the floor with a cigarette in between his lips.  

“ I’m ready, let's go.” I speak up as I lean against the door frame waiting for him. 

Shouma slowly turns his head towards where I stand, and I watch as his eyes stare me down, as if he's sizing me up. He gets up from his laying position and stands up and walks towards me, but i just gather myself and walk away from him and walk towards the main entrance. Just as I’m about to open the door, the door is slammed shut. 

“ Shouma what the hell.”

“ Do you plan to go out dressed like that?”

“ No shouma i just decided to wear this just so you can see it and then I’ll go change! Are you dense, yes this is what I’m wearing, now let me open the door.” I roll my eyes at his stupid question.

“ Are you trying to seduce me?” Shouma brushes the hair that’s covering my ear and tucks it behind, as he lowers his head and speaks by my ear. His lips grazing my ear lighty and his warm breath sending shivers down my body. 

“ I don’t know what’s gotten into you, I always dress like this.” 

“ So you’re not denying that you’re trying to seduce me Y/N/.” Shouma leans closer and nuzzles his head into my neck.

What is this Man trying to do.. Is he trying to intimidate me, see if I’m going to cave in? What is he trying to get at.. Is he testing the waters and seeing how far I will let him go, if that’s the case. Let me give him a run for his money.  

I slowly lift my hand away from the door knob and move it towards where Shouma’s head is and run my fingers through his soft and silky hair. I move and lift my head slightly to the side to give him more access of my neck area. 

“ And what if I am, what if I said I wanted you to leave marks down my exposed skin?” I pushed his head closer against my neck to give him the impression to start kissing me down my neck. I slowly begin to feel his lips open, his teeth bite into the neck and small kisses are being placed.

I focus on my breathing to increase the depths of my breaths and fast exhales to depict excitement.

 And with that I quickly push my hand between my neck and the side of his head. Which breaks the contact of lips against my neck, and use the hand that was already messing with his hair to push his head forward. With that I slammed his head hard against the door I was facing. 

“ You should have learned that I'm not the one to mess with Shouma.” I stared at the man who was grabbing his head where it was just slammed.  I push him aside and drop my house keys by his feet and walk out the door and wait by his bike.

Soon enough he comes by and passes me my house key.

“Looks like someone got what they wished for. Now you can walk around the mall with a mark on your neck.” Shouma speaks up, getting onto his bike and placing the helmet over his head. 

… What. Did. He. Just. Say…

I quickly grab my phone to look and pull up the camera to see what he’s talking about, and behold.. There was a red mark on my neck.. That fucker, he’s not getting away with this. 

I hop onto his bike and tie my hair into a bun to prevent it from messing up too much, and hold on tight to his waist as we take off in speed. As we’re speeding down the roads of Osaka and the cool air bites at my skin, I decide that now would be a great time to mess with shouma. His helmet covers just his face leaving a gap between his neck and shoulders, which I take as my advantage. 

 I lean my head forward and press my lips against his neck and give him small pecks around the side of his neck.

“ HEY Y/N STOP I’M DRIVING” I hear shouma yell from under his helmet but i ignore his calls. 

I begin to bite slowly at his neck and lick the spot that’s just been bitten, all while letting the cool air hit that exposed area. I continue to do the same action in different areas around the side of his neck. Slowly but surely breaking the skin and bruising his neck with, One bite. One kiss and One lick at a time. I watch how his grip tightens over the bike's handles everytime i move to another area to mark. By the time we reach the parking lot of the mall his neck is covered with love bites all over.

“ Thanks for the ride Shouma.” I jump off his bike and chirp Shouma a thank you and let my hair down to cover the mark on my neck and begin to walk away. 

*tsk* “ I don’t think so, what the hell was that?” Shouma pulls me back by my wrist pushing me now against his motorcycle and trapping me between both of his arms. 

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about, now move.” I try to push past him but he doesn't budge. Instead he moves his right hand and lifts it up to my face, where his thumb and the rest of his other fingers squeeze my cheeks, causing my lips to slightly pucker. 

“You know I could have crashed because of the stunt you pulled back there.” He asks 

I try to pull my face away from his grasp but his firm hold on my face doesn’t free me.

“ you ca-arn blem you’rrselv” I try to speak but the words all come out botched instead because i can’t move my lips freely since they’re being squished. 

“Y/N you started something you will not win.” Shouma tells me sternly and lets go of my face.

“ I’m sorry to tell you this Shouma but I already won, you just don’t even know it yet.” I smile at him before skipping away from him and into the mall. I turn back to see if he's following me, but all I see is him Turing his head around to watch me walk away.

Tag list: @missroro @yuzxi18

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Life Update

I'm not dead, ya'll—

As you've noticed, I've been real quiet here and my last post was back in July. Uh, yikes. 😬

So, where have I been these past few months?

WELL, for starters, I've been busy with college since I managed to get back in (love you, grandma), and I've been busy making up for my bad grades because I had to repeat a year and retake some subjects I failed. So... there's that.

Second reason is that I experienced the worst dose of Depression in my life. It was last summer, and I wasn't happy and disappointed with myself and where my life was going at the time. It came to a point that I couldn't take care of myself proplerly (really bad sleep schedule, insomnia, refusing to eat to the point that I look so wasted, not wanting to take care of myself in general) and it went to a moment where I wanted to commit suicide, because I felt so ashamed of, well, me and my own failures. I had a note ready and everything, already committed to do the deed. Though, in the end, I'm lucky and grateful for the people that never gave up on me and helped me get out of that void. My Depression is still there, but I'm doing better now and hopefully continue to improve on that.

Speaking of, writing has been on hold because of that, writer's block, and dissatisfaction on my work. I like where Chapter 1 is going now, but at the same time I can't help but think that there should be something more and that the plot that follows after doesn't feel right to me. Though thankfully I've come up with a solution during my hiatus.

It's a rewrite. The answer is a rewrite. 💀

Not a full on rewrite, but just a few changes to the plot beats I initially had in mind. I'm not going to change Chapter 1, because for the life of me I won't be able to rewrite 26k+ words and the implemented code in Twine without getting a headache or two. But I will edit it a bit to make it flow better. Hopefully I'll be able to make some huge progress and update the demo soon in the near future.

In other news, I've been working on other things like that Discord server that's way overdue. I feel a bit more confident in being able to manage and handle a server, so I might as well try, right?

Sneak peek for the curious minded:

I'm still planning to add more things, besides needing to digitize the custom emojies of the RO's and Emery. Maybe a few more roles and channels will be added, but Imma see where that takes me.

I've been dabbling back in digital art too, albeit few because of my busy schedule and I am working on Halloween art of the RO's that will be posted soon. Nothing too big, but here ya go.

Aislinn and Lothric, oh how I've missed you both. 🥹

On the final piece of news, I'm working on commissions! Well, commission since it's only one for now, but I am thankful regardless. I am planning to open up headshot commissions and smaller, cheaper 500~1k word drabble commissions somewhere in the future. Though for now, if you wanna pay me $10 to write a 2k~3k drabble of your OC and another character from Cheers, then feel free to head over to my Kofi in the pinned post to commission me!

So, um, that's that. For now anyway, and I'm very excited to be able to work on this again after so long.

For those who has stuck around and has been patiently waiting, thank you so much for being here and for being so kind. I really am grateful and thankful.

– L 🫴🖤

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

Oh i didn't see you also write carlando the first time you posted the spotify prompts 😍 so may i please have 55 for carlando? ❤️🧡

That would be because I didn't properly list out all the ships I'd write the first time. 😅 It only occurred to me when I went to do a repost.

55 is . . . uh . . . a bit of a heavy song. Skip this one if you don't want to read something like that! I'll add a cut so you can skip it easily

55. Achilles Come Down cover by Annapantsu

When he came home, Carlos didn't find Lando where he normally would.

He wasn't sitting in the living room watching TV or scrolling on his phone. He wasn't in the kitchen trying to prepare one of the few recipes he could be trusted to make unsupervised. He wasn't in his streaming room.

He tried not to be worried, but Carlos had seen how Lando had been struggling more and more all week. His normal brightness had been growing dimmer every day, and he was afraid he might see it fade out completely. He had seen it happen once before, and he never wanted to see it happen again.

When Lando fell too far, the darkness could claim him quickly.

"Lando?" he called out, putting his things away and walking cautiously through the house. "Are you here?"

He didn't hear any response, and he held his breath for several moments to listen for any sign of life. Finally, he hear a tiny sniffle from the bedroom, a soft shuffle of limbs against the carpet.

It took nearly all of his self-control not to sprint down the hallway. But he knew Lando was already fragile, and he had to approach this carefully. As calmly as he could, he walked to the bedroom and nudged the door open.

There was a glass vase smashed, the pieces scattered in a corner. In the opposite corner, like he was trying to get as far away from the glass as possible, was Lando. He had his knees pulled up to his chest, head buried in his arms. Tiny, hiccupping sobs filled the room.

Carlos couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed to his side. "Lando, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Lando sniffled and slowly raised his head, and Carlos quickly realized that his question was stupid, because it was abundantly clear, Lando was not okay. His eyes were dull and filled with tears, and his lip perpetually trembled. He looked smaller than he ever had, huddled like this. And his palms were scattered with cuts, thin slices that could only have come from glass.

Carlos thanked the universe that there were no cuts any higher on his arms.

"Oh, mi vida," he said softly, his heart clenching. He reached out and brushed the tears from Lando's face, even though he knew it was pointless with more spilling from his eyes every moment. At his touch, Lando completely crumbled.

He slumped forward into Carlos' chest, curling in on himself. Carlos wrapped his arms around him, trying to croon soothing words. Lando continued to bawl.

"I-it's so hard," he finally whimpered, his words barely intelligible through his sobs. "It's j-just so hard, Carlos."

Carlos bit his own lip. Lando was really struggling. He wished there was more he could do to help him. To take some of this pain away.

But he couldn't. All he could do was try to keep helping the way he was, even though it didn't feel like enough.

"I've got you, my love," he whispered. "I've got you."

[average-mako-enjoyer]

N7 Month 2024: Day 2 - Reflection

Characters: Padok Wilks, Lieutenant Tolan, Urdnot Bakara Words: 908 Summary: The aftermath of Mordin's loyalty mission aka Salarian team that came to do the clean up finds the sealed lab with the fertile krogan on Tuchanka. Perhaps I should add a more optimistic ending to this one.

*** "Did they touch anything?" Padok asks.

"As far as I know, sir, they didn't." The shuttle shakes, and Padok's escort has to grab the railing to keep himself from falling. "But I wouldn't rule out the possibility of contamination. The agents who broke into the bunker aren't exactly in the habit of being… sensitive."

"I see."

Padoc turns to the porthole and catches his own reflection. His lips twitch in irritation. He hates unprofessionalism.

The moment Padok's feet hit the ground, he is immediately surrounded by barely organized chaos. The landing pad is swarming with agents busy loading heavy equipment into the open shuttles, someone is shouting orders in a high, already strained voice, and from somewhere in the periphery comes the unmistakable crack of assault rifles. "Doctor Wilks? Doctor Wilks?" Out of the crowd, barely avoiding a collision with the swaying loading platform that moves across his path, a nimble-looking agent runs toward them. Padok raises his arm. "That's me." "Lieutenant Guran Tolan, I'm in charge here. We've been expecting you, follow me." He immediately gets into motion again, and Padok and his escort have to follow. "What is the situation?" Padok asks. "There are nine subjects. Five are dead and in active decomposition; we believe Heplorn removed them from the clean area himself. Others – my people just found them, and we immediately resealed the area. We have no data on their condition."

"But your people entered the lab, correct?" Tolan gives him a quick look. "We wouldn't have found them otherwise." "I see." Padok clicks his tongue and closes his eyes against the howling wind, which keeps throwing dust in his face. "And what's with the shooting?" "Varren." The agent makes a disgusted noise. "The whole area is crawling with them. We cleared it out for the most part, but some of them are still coming." "Varren? Heplorn probably used them for tests," Padok has to jump over the piece of rusted armature sticking straight out of the ground. "I want them all killed and packed up, Lieutenant." "With all due respect, Doctor, I think you're mistaken. These krogan were probably just breeding them here." Tolan pauses. "Animals that breed other animals… Ironic, don't you think?" Padok's escort lets out a chuckle.

"I still want them packed up," Padok insists. "If Heplorn ever used them in an experiment, we need to know. We don't want a crude version of the genophage cure developing in the varren population, do we?" Tolan stops and turns to him. Padok must have hit a nerve, because he looks pissed. "We don't." "Good to know we're on the same page." Padok nods. "We cannot fail on this mission, Tolan. The fate of our race is at stake." "I am aware."

When they finally reach the building, Padok is immediately greeted with the sight of the already installed acid dispensers and the stacked body bags.

He counts. Thirty two. Not all are krogan. "Your people's work?" he asks. "No. This is from another group. They cleared the building ahead of us." "Another group? Did they enter the lab?" "As far as we know, no." Tolan makes a small irritated chirp. "They cleared the building, alerted us, and left." "Interesting…" "All the bodies have already been checked. None of the krogan are female. The cleanup team will start on them in a few hours." "What about the smaller ones? Humans? They can be test subjects." "No. Vorcha. Let's move on."

The building Heplorn has chosen to house his lab is a maze of long corridors, rooms with fallen walls leading to other rooms and more corridors, and at first Padok wonders how Tolan can find his way around, but after the third round Padok realizes that he is just following the blood splatter. Whoever cleared this place before the STG was very thorough, and Padok can respect that. But then the blood splatter stops and Tolan makes an unexpected turn that leads them to a long staircase.

"Watch your step, Doctor," he warns, and they begin to descend.

After the first flight, Padok notices voices coming from below. People talking, laughing, and apparently polluting the area. Another flight and he sees them lined up in front of the large glass wall that separates the clean area from the rest of the building.

"Attention, men!" Tolan shouts, causing some of them to jump. Then he turns to Padok. "Please, Doctor. The area is yours."

Padok walks past him, straight to the glass.

Behind it is a brightly lit room with two rows of hospital beds. The subject lying on the nearest one is obviously female: too large to be a male. She doesn't move.

'Dead?' Padok thinks.

His gaze moves further, and then he realizes what Tolan's men were staring at, what made them laugh and point fingers. In the far corner of the room, three female subjects are huddling together. Two of them are clinging to each other while the one, the tallest, tries her best to stand in front of them and cover them with her body. She's the only one looking at the glass.

Padok leans forward and their eyes meet. The female narrows her eyes and her throat quivers with an inaudible growl. Amazing.

"We need a decontamination area, clean suits and sedatives, Tolan," he says. "The sooner the better."

He steps back from the glass and catches his own reflection in it. His inner eyelids flutter. He feels... excited.

[cchanticleer]

I'm still rankled by the lack of good refs for robin's clothes so i got more

As far as i know there's not a single bit of official art that shows them in their default tactician digs without their coat on so it's come to drastic measures, digging in to the actual models.

Fates, as seen above, offers the most complete look. In this version the coat is an entirely separate thing, and underneath it the clothes are fully modeled and textured. I used paragon to remove the coat; i'm not sure if you'd ever be able to see this all in-game normally. Maybe the coat goes away with clothing damage? I'll have to check later.

getting at things in other games is more of a pain, but worth looking into.

To be clear: I'm not looking at coat here, just what's underneath. TBH i was mostly personally interested in seeing what their golden collar bit is attached to. often when people draw robin's clothes they go off of this fan-made reference sheet, which adds a little mini jacket thing which i personally don't like the look of no insult to the creator it's just not my jam which is why i spent so much time trying to fine accurate refs while I always just assumed it was a part of the coat itself. Turns out we're both wrong!

I know the first model you'd want to look at is the one from Awakening itself, but unfortunately i couldn't find a rip of the model on first glance. BUT, while pulling usable models straight from the game files is out of my wheelhouse, i CAN pull the textures. So we'll look at that instead.

Here's the body textures for f!Robin from Awakening. It's a bit tricky to parse, but from what i'm seeing the parts of the clothes that are covered up are unsurprisingly not modeled/textured. The skirt-thing is almost the same, though the gold band running across the middle of the back segment is smooth instead of having two sharp bends. Other than that I don't see very much of note.

Next: Warriors. I got the models from here. I haven't touched blender in years but i remember just enough to tear things apart and see what's underneath. Looking at unpromoted m!Robin once again.

I only bothered to delete what was covering things on one side because it's all basically symmetrical, half's enough to get the idea. Again, my first priority was seeing what the collar was attached to, and it turns out the answer to that is "not much". They didn't bother modeling the whole thing, reasonably assuming that it'd never be seen. You can see that it's definitely its own garment separate from the coat and the top, but beyond that there ain't much. What we can see doesn't match the design from fates, though. I'd figure that it doesn't match because there's no point in adding details that no one'll ever see, but that's not where the changes end.

Here's the lower body, where we can see that the back of the skirt-y portion is completely different. In Awakening (as far as i can tell from the textures) and in Fates it's two segments, the smaller front segment and a second, larger segment that wraps all the way around. In this, there's four, with a matching front and back and matching sides.

Also there's a few points on the belt section where things are clipping through each other, but i'm pretty sure that was a part of the model as i got it and not a result of my cutting things up. Whether that's how it is in game or something that's happened when it was ported to blender, i couldn't say.

Last is Smash Bros.

I'm gonna be honest i had sort of run out of steam at this point and since i didn't see any models that had already been conveniently formatted for blender i kinda phoned this one in.

I looked around just long enough to see that a) there's even less of the collar piece modeled, it stops as soon as it's covered by the coat and b) the skirt-y thing is once again in two pieces. Here's the textures if anyone wants to try and parse em

I guess there's also codename: steam

I am not going to check codename: steam

In conclusion i spent entirely too much time on this but maybe someone will be able to use this mess as reference idk

[cantareincminor]

The Dross

I kept a file of discarded scenes and unused plot ideas as I was writing Orpheus. The very first scene I wrote was thrown into the pile, as I realized it didn't add anything to the story. After years of not writing, it took me such a long time just to get these few paragraphs down that I felt discouraged having to throw them away. But I am beyond glad I didn't give up then.

Just for fun, I may start posting more of these on tumblr, for the few who may be interested in the writing process for this story. Scene under the cut!

Around and around, she drew the sponge in progressively smaller circles clockwise toward the center of the dinner plate. She then repeated the motion outward counterclockwise. The plate was plenty clean. This was just what she did to clear her head when she felt frazzled. She did variations of this after her jobs. Scrubbing stains from her dress with her right hand, then her left. Swirling the fabric in the washbasin clockwise, then counterclockwise. 

The repetitive routine wasn’t enough today. Her hand slipped and the dish crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. The sting of broken skin drew a hiss between her teeth. 

She looked with dismay at the shards and white dust on the kitchen tile. Yuri’s fault, she thought. It wasn’t true, what he said about Loid cheating. And yet the words stung more than the cut on her finger.

Yuri said and did a lot of things in exaggeration, out of the unnecessary drive to protect her and keep her on a pedestal. She humored him most of the time, because there hadn’t been any harm in it. But since her sudden acquisition of a family, fake or not, she found she couldn’t give him such leeway anymore. He was going to cause harm, or maybe he already had, she couldn’t tell. Her husband was always so cheerful and accommodating, hardly betraying a hint of annoyance at Yuri’s antagonistic behavior. 

But this time, she had been the one to cause harm. She had almost winced at the look of shock and worry on Loid’s face.

I understand, Yor. You want me to show contrition through my actions. And I will! I swear to you, I won’t ever make you suffer like this again!

Guilt led her to slow down and avoid any more kitchen accidents as she cleaned up the broken plate. So far in their fake marriage she’d let Anya run away and almost get kidnapped, given both Loid and Anya food poisoning several times, kicked him in the chin and knocked him unconscious, and constantly fumbled in social situations requiring the grace of a proper housewife. And now she’d misled him into thinking he owed her an apology for a nonexistent gripe. Taking a deep breath, she resolved to prepare her own apology, hoping he would forgive the nonsensical lies she’d thrown at him.

[holycorrupt]

if you have the time/energy to elaborate, what's your process like for coloring stuff you ink traditionally? i've figured out a few different methods over the years, but i generally stick to fully digital or traditional for a piece, so i'm curious to see how you do it! :0

This is such a fun question for me because I get to both ramble about my art process and have an excuse to throw some colors on this Breloom I drew ages ago.

I use Clip Studio Paint and an Ipad for my digital stuff so I'll be referring to the processes on that but I'm sure there is a work around for other programs as well :^)

I scan my traditional art at 400dpi because it's always easier to work bigger with digital stuff and resize it smaller then the other way around :^)

So here's our raw scan, which already looks very decent but when I want to color something I like for everything to be much cleaner/sharper/more contrast-y and to get rid of the noise from the paper texture lmao. A well lit photo will also do the job because that's what I did for many years before getting my scanner but tbh if you're a traditional -> digital artist like myself a scanner is like a best friend you can buy HAHA

First things first, I apply a Gradient Map Layer > New Correction Layer > Gradient Map

Clip has a really nice black and white map preinstalled but I made myself a custom map just by pushing the black and white a little closer, it completely clears up all the noise and makes everything really crisp! Make sure you check on your lines when adjusting things because super fine feather lines can sometimes be lost if you make the contrast too high. Extra tip! If you want to make Graphite Pencil or Ball Point Pen really nice looking as well, just add a dark grey point in the gradient map closer to the black then middle...works perfectly :^)!!

This is the point I look for stray pixels, cat hairs, ect and make sure to erase any surrounding doodles or sketches I don't want included.

GOD DAMN Those lines are CRISP-Y!!!

Next up we're going to want to go Edit > Convert brightness to opacity

Tbh If I didn't have this method idk what I would do with myself.... I've tried the whole "Lineart on top layer set to multiply" Method and ...ehh....

Now that I have a nice transparent line art I'll stick a new white layer down below it because the checker pattern hurts my eyes LOL

I'm going to add a read more here since this post is getting lengthy haha

I'm going to quickly go over the style I use for MTE! It has been refined to be quicker and easier to do since you know...I have a week time limit per page ... 😭 I have a completely different way I do colors for other things I want to spend more time on but I might explain that one in the future...I'm running out of steam tonight LOL

I use this really awesome brush pack that has a pencil like texture and I love it to bits...here's a link to it if your interested!

At this point I might add some overlay layers or play around with an airbrush but I think this guys done for now :^) I tend to stay away from highlights with my shading for MTE..My biggest goal is to make sure everything is clear and readable! That being said I break my own rules all the time for special panels that need the extra 'oomf!'

Slap a lazy square background and yay!! He's done!

Hope this was interesting aaaa Thank you again for the ask!!

[archoneddzs15]

Super Famicom - Shadowrun

Title: Shadowrun / シャドウラン

Developer: Beam Software PTY. Ltd.

Publisher: Data East

Release date: 25 March 1994

Catalogue Code: SHVC-WR

Genre: RPG

No. of Players: 1

Not the same game as the one I already played on the Sega Mega CD, which is from Compile.

I don’t believe I have ever witnessed a more creative and effective way of introducing a character as a badass than having him escape from his own slab at the morgue. I mean, this tells me that even death couldn’t stop him. That’s the kind of storytelling that makes this lesser-known action RPG worth playing. From what I know, it’s based on a pen-and-paper RPG of the same name, which I know nothing about, and I personally have not played much of. The Super Famicom game developed by the same guys that did the incredible Super Famicom port of Smash T.V. follows an amnesiac shadowrunner by the name of Jake Armitage, as he tries to figure out who wants him dead, and why. The game is really great about giving you little pieces of the puzzle to lead you along. I rarely felt that the main character knew more than me, and that’s unusual for an RPG. The storyline is also very concise, so you’re never doing anything that seems unrelated.

The art style seems to take a cue from Blade Runner (Konami's Snatcher is also another one that does this). The city is gritty, dark, and atmospheric. Despite several hours passing throughout the game, you don’t see a wink of sunlight. That atmosphere is one of the strongest points of the game. There is heavy use of black, everything is very bleak, and the city feels lonely yet lived in. The wonderful and memorable music adds further to the atmosphere. The game certainly does have its own personality. Altogether, the graphics aren’t anything amazing, but the art style more than makes up for it.

Combat is very simple, but it works. I found it to be a welcome alternative to the turn-based battle system that plagues most of that era’s RPGs. Basically, you just point and shoot. You can run around corners or cast spells, but for the most part, you just place your cursor on an enemy and fire at him until he’s dead. It sounds boring, but it does its job without being tedious at all.

There's one flaw though: its lack of polish. You can recruit party members to help you through the game. Unfortunately, the system doesn’t work, it’s more like babysitting. Your ally’s AI has 2 routines; follow you and shoot anything hostile. That leaves you to monitor their HP because they won’t heal themselves or run away. You have to manually select their additional spells, which means you have to drop what you’re doing, scroll over them, select them, pick the spell you want, and who you want it cast on. You also can’t revive downed teammates, so after they get themselves killed, they’re dead forever. Luckily, you can play through the entire game without ever needing a teammate. Otherwise, this would totally ruin the experience.

Some of the smaller items and switches blend into the background. On more than one occasion I found myself wandering aimlessly because I missed something. Once, it was because I couldn’t tell that a gate, I had to go through was open. Something simple could have prevented these things from happening, like making objects you can interact with slightly brighter or having items sparkle or glow. The UI as a whole is quite unwieldy and could have been tightened simply by replacing the cursor with an action button.

I found the game to be quite unstable, as well. On over a dozen occasions, the game locked up on me. A few times, I could no longer interact with anything in the room and couldn’t move. I ended up having to find exactly what would cause the game to stop working, so I could figure out a way around it. I’m willing to concede that maybe it was a flaw in my particular cartridge, but I can’t imagine what. Someday I'll figure out if my cartridge has been assembled wonkily or something.

Shadowrun is a very different game. It's even different from the Sega Genesis and Sega Mega-CD games of the same IP, though you can say both are RPGs in their own right. I can’t really think of another game that’s quite like it. It shares some similarities with RPGs like Fallout, or adventure games like Déjà Vu, and apparently, there’s another, completely unrelated, Shadowrun game on the Genesis (I'll cover that one soon), but this Shadowrun is really something of its own. Its style and personality do a lot to hide its flaws. For those reasons, I’d say it’s entirely worth your while to try this game. Overall, Shadowrun is a GOOD game, and well worth exploring on your Super Famicom.

[falderaletcetera]

brownie update: swirling crunchy peanut butter through the batter is great. swirling it through only when it's already in the pan, so you get attractive golden marbling and a distinct top layer of crisp crunchy peanut butter brownie goodness, is even better.

(original recipe)

general notes:

— if adding peanut butter, you might need to heat it up a little in the microwave to thin it out enough first. the weight recommended for nuts in the recipe works fine.

— you can in fact substitute both eggs for one banana - I blended it rather than mashing it because I don't like lumps - and yes the result does taste like banana.

— you can also substitute butter for oil: use around 7.5 tablespoons. you might need to add a few tablespoons of water to make the mixture behave; butter does have water in it too. (I started doing this because I like shelf-stable ingredients and kept doing it because lactose intolerance. ideal.)

— personally I deliberately overbake these a touch because I've had too many "oh that's a volcano in the middle" Underbaking Events, and even aside from them, the middle pieces can be very soft.

— you can use a 9" round cake tin if you don't have an 8x8 square tin - it's almost exactly the same area and I've tested it - it's just a bit of a faff to cut up neatly. any tin smaller than the one recommended will lead to Underbaking Events no matter how much extra time you add.

— in british terms the oven temp is pretty much 160 C. don't use fan.

— I have never bothered with vanilla (I don't bake often enough and time is fake so it's a "blink and it's expired" situation) and it's fine

— the "pop it in the freezer for a bit so it cuts neatly" advice in the recipe is magic, actually

— these freeze fine! just keep the pieces separated if you want to defrost them individually.

[but-what-if-we]

Bliss

Sitting in the breakfast nook near the kitchen, the larger form sips from a steaming cup of coffee gazing out of the window admiring the rays of sunlight breaking through the cloudy morning. The coffee was freshly made along with the almond cherry muffins cooling on the nook's polished wood countertop. The earthy smells that filled the room were among the larger forms favorites, the types of favorites that you could smell everyday without any form of fatigue. Taking a brief moment, the form becomes lost in thought. Thoughts of how happy they are with their life, how they finally feel like they have purpose and how good it feels to be with the smaller form, encouraging them and supporting them throughout this crazy thing called life.

The larger form snaps back into the moment after hearing the sounds of a door opening accompanied by soft footsteps.

Good morning beautiful, I made muffins and if you want I can make you some coffee that won’t at all taste like coffee. 

The larger form motions to the muffins as the messy haired smaller form groggily moves into the kitchen. The smaller form takes a warm muffin from the basket on the countertop joining the larger form in the nook, kissing the larger form’s cheek as they sit.

Good morning, do you remember that “coffee” you made for me last sunday? The one with chocolate and vanilla, that one wasn't too bitter. I’d like to try it again. Did you use regular coffee or espresso last time?

The larger form rises from their place at the nook, planting a kiss on the top of the messy haired smaller form, moving into the kitchen to gather the ingredients to make the smaller form their drink. They add water to the small espresso maker to use the steaming wand built into it, prep the cup with chocolate syrup and a small amount of vanilla syrup before grabbing milk from the fridge and placing it into the milk foamer. 

Last time I did use regular coffee but it was a medium roast. We have a few options for medium roasts and I picked up vanilla and toffee flavored light roasts for you to try. Do you have a preference on which I use?

The larger form holds up several small bags of coffee, doing their best to display all of them at the same time. The smaller form looks for a moment and points to the toffee flavored light roast as they munch on a piece of muffin. 

Let me try the toffee flavored one. Honey this muffin is really good, how early did you wake up to make these? Please tell me you didn't stay awake just to make these muffins.

A slight look of concern passes over the smaller form’s face as they move to stand from their spot in the nook. The smaller form moves into the kitchen as the larger form prepares their coffee, wrapping their arms around the middle of the larger form hugging them from behind.

The larger form, pausing the drink preparation, turns in the embrace so that they are facing the smaller form, meeting their slightly concerned gaze with their own loving one. That the smaller form is vocal about their worries for the larger form's health and wellbeing is a gift the larger form will never take for granted.

I did sleep for a few hours, I just fell asleep in my computer chair and when I woke up to get some water you were already sound asleep so I got another hour on the couch. By the time I woke up that time it was early enough that I thought muffins would be a good idea and these turned out really well.

The larger form leans into the stretching smaller form, lips matching together like puzzle pieces and arms squeezing gently but with the firm message to never let go. The smaller form places their hand on the cheek of the larger form, a loving smirk now adorning their face they turn and return to the nook pulling out their phone beginning to scroll through social media occasionally announcing something interesting they had found. The larger form completes the smaller form’s drink after a few minutes, placing it on the polished counter for the smaller form before returning to the kitchen to make themself another drink. The two forms sit, chatting together in their own quiet little section of life, enjoying each other's company, affection, and presence.

[troutfur]

Sknce you're in need of more female character promots: I'm on a weird Frostfur kick and would kill for a piece from your frost/lion/tiger/golden polycule au with her feelings, particularly after book 5 when Tiger has maimed 2 of her daughters and killed her sister.

I also have a prompt involving Goldenflower in the askbox that would go really, really well as a companion piece to this one. So I'll be trying to tackle these two to finish up days 19 and 20. I do best with talky fics so I'm gonna need her to be there to provide a back and forth. And it's a good way to add some tension and exposit a bit about the things going on with the pfurr dynamic concept that make this one so fascinating.

(Want a chance at having your prompt picked for one of the last 10 days we have of November? Check out my guidelines and submit it. The more I have to pick from the better.)

Even outside the medicine den Frostfur could still smell the distinctive tang of blood. It clung to the insides of her nostrils like a tick to an elder’s fur. And in every moment that she couldn’t see to her daughter it bit, it bit without any chance for her to lodge it out.

She’d seen how her children had reacted, Brackenfur, Thornpaw, and even Cinderpelt barred by Yellowfrang from disturbing her, from spending their every waking moment observing, fretting, getting in the way of the delicate care Brightpaw required right now. She had to be firm with her now adult children, make them control the immense grief they felt for their sister (and their brother, Frostfur thought, they did afterall grew up with him as one), set the example even though she desperately wanted to give in to the same impulse as they were feeling.

Yellowfang updated them daily and Fireheart continued to brief the whole of camp on the situation out on the territory daily as well. And with both of them the situation seemed at an impasse. It wracked her with anxiety. How long would it be until Brightpaw is beyond recovery? How long would it be until someone tried the same thing as her daughter? How long could they still live like this, the thorns erected to protect them turned into a cage?

As Frostfur pondered these questions, seated upon her nest despite the sun at its height, she saw from the entrance to the warriors’ den a distinctive golden tabby pelt. “May I share your nest for a few moments?” she asked, bowing her head.

It had been quite a few moons since they stopped sharing one. It was now much smaller than when it was four of them. Still she shuffled aside and did her best to make room for the larger queen.

A part of her wanted to be furious with her, tell her that she had rejected her children from the moment she had denied to denounce that bloodthirsty traitor, that she had been the one to put them on his crosshairs. But that really wasn’t fair. Tigerclaw had joined the golden littermates in their nest first. And it had been her decision to seek entry into Lionheart’s nest rather than the other way around, even if Brindleface would’ve been amenable to the idea.

nd Goldenflower hadn’t really had a choice. The only other sire in her nest she could name would’ve been her brother, so between staining his reputation, raise suspicion around her loyalty, and just letting the Clan carry on assuming what they already were she simply let it all take its course. At least that way she knew she hadn’t made her predicament worse.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t notice earlier,” Goldenflower began. “It was... I really don’t even know how I failed to realize it, how I couldn’t see the warning signs, the hostility between my brother and him, the--”

“I don’t blame you,” Frostfur said with a sigh. “It’s not going to help Brightpaw get better... and it’s not like I was any better in that regard. I could’ve noticed as well. It’s also my fault.”

Goldenflower solemnly nodded, wrapping a paw around her former nestmate to bring her into a hug. “Faith in StarClan is all we have right now. And we mustn’t give it up lest we end up like Bluestar.”

“Faith in StarClan is all we have,” Frostfur echoed. “I have my own apology to offer.”

“If anything that should be me,” Goldenflower replied. “I left you when you needed me most. And even if in the eyes of the Clan I would no longer be a pipfurr to your children, between us I could always be.”

“Still it was an inconsiderate thing for me to do,” Frostfur replied.

“We can talk more about that and how it made me feel after Brightpaw is doing better,” Goldenflower said, pushing her into her chest deliberately. “For now please do not carry that burden. Now is not the time.”

[alterchaos]

Hi everyone! I’m back with another update!

After watching the poll this past week, I am happy to officially announce that Alter Chaos will be continuing in writing as a full and complete story!

I’m honestly so excited to put my attention and effort into making sure this story is written with proper love and care. I feel like a novelist! ♡ Since I no longer have to put equal focus on the art and visuals, I plan to really take my time plotting everything out, closely revising my pieces, and sharing a wider range of stories to help build the world and central lore better. With that in mind, there are a few specific things I want to point out:

1. I would like to go back to the drawing board on most elements concerning Seven Rings and the Moonbeast Saga. I won’t be altering the central plots but I was never fully satisfied rushing through these stories given the limitations the technical/art focus placed on my imagination. Seven Rings especially needs more attention, as I originally planned to go through every boss and adventure with Sinbad and Ali Baba, but rushed it for the sake of continuing the following saga. I even want to rewrite the saga’s ending to be more in line with this structure and to be a proper build up for what follows, so only expect the original pieces to be posted after I get to that more as a bit of behind the scenes than anything.

Moonbeast, thankfully, just needs some tweaks and rewrites to the script apart from the arc that was already posted (Roses - Tears). The central plot for this saga in particular has gone through MANY changes and variations since the beginning of this series. For instance, I ditched the Chip/memory plot in favor of a more unique storyline concerning the mysteries of the world known as Gaia (I’m especially excited to reveal more details on that). I need to go back with these ideas and properly lay them out, every detail, to ensure this saga maintains structure and a more natural sense of progression.

2. Since I will be reworking these sagas, I would like to pick up all the way back at the start, following Tale of Two Brothers and work from there. I had already written the immediate next episode/chapter and plan to post that alongside a drawn one following Party Hardly. From there, I may not write a full chapter for EVERY episode of Sonic X, but most, including some brand-new tales to add to the mix.

As we work through these stories, I also plan to write smaller side chapters called Mobius Adventures. These will revolve around side games such as Sonic Rush and Sonic Riders, or even little unique stories such as Silver eating a chilidog for the first time or Chaotix detective/band shenanigans or Eve helping out in the town etc. I want these stories to flesh out Mobius as a world not too far removed from our own despite the crazy adventures. It will also help more pivotal and central plot elements hit that much harder (muehehehee♡).

3. I can’t promise a weekly schedule, so I will be posting when I feel like it from now on. One week I may be free and want to write 3 chapters and another week I may be offline. Who knows. What matters is enjoying the adventure and having fun! ♡

4. Just because this path won the poll doesn’t mean I will never draw or post things such as random pages or character art. They will just be rare. I at least plan to share what I already sketched out when I post their respective chapters and will also be finishing a certain chapter (coming soon) in comic format since I was almost done, it’s my favorite episode in the show, and the physical comedy would be lost in writing.

5. I will release a couple posts/documents in the future laying out a proper timeline for the series as well as important lore elements to help readers keep track of the world and plot at large. I’m also learning more about how Tumblr functions as a site and may be experimenting with extra blogs/sites to create pages or “tabs” to help organize everything. If any major changes are made to my blog, I will be sure to send updates to help you all locate where things have moved. My goal is to make chapters as easily accessible as possible rather than being forced to scroll through months of posts.

That’s all I have for now. Thank you all for reading and supporting this series and I will see you all in the next post! ♡

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Truth & Dare:

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Thank you!!

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

It was pretty much a compulsion to show something to the world and show people what I could do, honestly. I grew up reading fic and was so impressed by a lot of it, eventually leading me to claw my way up to improving my own writing and publishing. It's to get ideas out of my head and on to paper so I can do something with them.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Already answered!

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Pass. I have literally no idea. I've researched so much over the years.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

If something is too hard or you're hitting too many obstacles, you're doing the wrong thing. You need to turn around and try again. It might be that you're going about something the wrong way, or that specific something could be the thing that's wrong and isn't meant to be.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love when people have an insight or share their views on something a character has done. It leads to so many interesting avenues being opened up that I'd never considered before!

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

I forgot every character I ever hated, and also don't want to go into witness protection right now.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

First person perspective UNLESS the prose is done well. Honestly prose construction is everything to me and I'm incredibly picky. If something doesn't read right to me then I can't get through it or I enjoy it a lot less. There's no hard or fast guidelines to this. Sometimes things just don't stick with me.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

This sounds weird out of context but an enlightened few will get what I'm finally using here (also it's 102 words)

“This piece is from the ‘Rain-and-Sauce’ era of humanity’s development,” Ursaviks stops in front of a painting of two humans leaning over the bank of a deep blue river, with a three headed dog lying beneath the scene. The person closest to the riverside holds another, smaller human by its ankle, dangling them in the water. “One of Solkis’s humans was a historian. They spoke of this painting showing the mother of Akileuks, and how she blessed him with strength.” Wesraaks cannot even pretend to understand the picture and its significance to humanity, nor how Akileuks and the small human could be connected.