#i really should make an artblog one of these days

[le-fine-art-of-bullshit]

silly oc doodles hehe

[the-desert-beast]

Home of The Twilight Tree,

and The Desert Beast himself.

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[Main Five Lore OCs] The Commander: Belial Soulshatter Aurene's Champion: Louis Ebonpromise + Trahearne Lives and stays Marshal of The Pact.

You can find miscellaneous text posts, memes, and various things tagged as nothing more than the characters first name. ex. "maelgwyn" for random posts, vs. "oc: maelgwyn (he/any)" for lore, 110% accurate posts, and more. #[shitpost voice]

Of personal lore note: Sylvari pick their relationships with eachother and are not, "by default," related. Maelgwyn, Rhosyn, Llacheu, Kynwyl and Lynette are a sibling group. Additionally, Faeryl and Cerwyn regard eachother as siblings, as do Morven and Evnyssyen. None of these groups regards any other group as their siblings- They're nothing more than "fellow firstborn." I thought to clarify since this lore is vague ingame and ive seen plenty of reads across the fandom so far. so! thats how it works here :) to avoid confusion.

|> OC: Maelgwyn (He/Any) 01 / 02 | Born precisely one year before the Pale Tree's very first sylvari would wake, Maelgwyn spent more than two decades utterly alone. The Desert Beast never let that stop him, his life has been dramatic and painful make no mistake- But no hunter stops hunting before their prey is limp before them. |> OC: Rhosyn (They/She) 01 / 02 | A cheerful brawler! Friend of the sunspears and guardian of all elonian citizens. Following in her brother's "hometown hero" footsteps she's continued to protect the innocent and aid the lost and abandoned. She still makes time to knock back some beers at her favorite fighting ring. |> OC: Llacheu (They/He) 01 / 02 | A bitter, cynical jackass. Llacheu is very hard to get along with should anyone ever take up the challenge. Personality made of thorns to keep anyone at bay, to test those who try to get close. A self-fulfilling prophecy really. But not even this secluded little brother can escape the legacy he comes from; Spending time in New Kaineng aiding the poor, the desperate, the downtrodden. |> OC: Faeryl (She/Her) 01 / 02 | Sister to the much younger Cerwyn. Faeryl spends her days collecting books and training the saplings of her tree in their ways of life. She mentors young mesmers & twilight dreamers in all sorts of skills. A sweet and loving personality, a great best friend for support, but she's no pushover. In love with her fellow firstborn, Rhosyn. |> OC: Kynwyl (He/Him) 01 / 02 | The heartthrob of his tree's firstborn, Kynwyl has a charming charismatic air about him. Saplings commonly develop crushes on him and/or Faeryl. He mentors saplings in swordsmanship and shapeshifting, as well as diplomacy and morals. His days are well-scheduled but packed with responsibilities; he's more than happy to bare. He spends half his year in Cantha, training, writing, and relaxing. The other half in elona at home. |> OC: Evnyssyen (She/Him) 01 / 02 | A wanderlusted soul who ran off to explore a mere two weeks after waking! She's seen near all of Elona already and has begun hungering to see The Shiverpeaks, The Maguuma Jungle- Oh so much! Perhaps He'll head off to Cantha next and see what that pink firstborn's fussing about! Whilst exploring Elona, she found a very curious soul- another elonian firstborn! (@ commanderthalys' Marek.) |> OC: Morven (It/It's) 01 / 02 | The most stuck up, judgemental, haughty firstborn the tree has to offer. Morven's made a name for it's self with it's innate skill for elementalist magic. It's experiments lead it to a much more Ritualistic style of grandiose magic in combat. It isn't one to be toyed with whether casually or on the battlefield. Indeed, it's the most strict- yet helpful- teacher the tree can offer in the schools of primal magic. |> OC: Cerwyn (He/Him) 01 / 02 | The most reclusive of the entire tree, Cerwyn spends all of his days shapeshifted into his beastial form. Lazing around as a cat in hide-aways only Faeryl knows of. She's the only one he'll always have time and patience for. Cerwyn's only responsibility is to teach growing aged- about 2-3 years old- saplings about their shapeshifting abilties. |> OC: Lynette (She/Her) 01 / 02 | Stuck up though far less than Morven, Lynette has an eye for all the expensive and rare things in the world. To describe her with a single word would be "Brat." She serves as the ranger mentor and trainer of the tree's young ones. Her and her iboga are well known to be fiercely protective of the tree and her saplings, as well as Lynette's own siblings. She uses her unusually short stature against her opponents, using a hit-and-dodge tactic seen in agile poisonous things.

| For brevity, only my nine firstborn ocs are listed here. If you want to browse more, here's my toyhouse !

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Personal Lore: Maelgwyn x Trahearne Llacheu x Morven Louis x Pyrs Sugyn x Laranthir

Shared Lore with friends: Ludwig (straywyvern): Conyvld x Maelgwyn, Lusarim x Kynwyl Lynxlee (commanderthalys): Marek x Evnyssyen, Teela x Tixxi Silv (silvesi): Fedsy x Kynwyl Mabi (Mabaki): Lysyldur x Maelgwyn Sable (Sunsrefuge): Quinn x Maelgwyn, Zayvis x Kynwyl, Hemlock x Iniss, Kirari x Eliana (iirc) Dot (The-Dot): Nephele x Kynwyl Stu (Shroomlet): NMC!Stiu x NMC!Kynwyl, Soulmates!StiuxKynwyl, RI-LU! :danceydance:

#sakurapolycule -- Nephele / Kynwyl / Fedsy / Lusarim / Zayvis !

mastery point divider credit goes to @ soulbeastdragon.

[occasional-pyrrhon]

I need to know your most unhinged headcanons about Pyrrhon. Idk if you already have a post like this, but I need to know.

YAY YAY YAY OK. OK EVERY THING I'VE EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HTIS GUY LET'S GO. MILLION PAGE LONG POST UNDER THE CUT

OK so what is this thang in the first place right. I think he's an alien. HEAR ME OUT GUYS HEAR ME OUT. So space seems really weird and vaguely eldritch in the worldbuilding right, the Kraken and the Pirates' appearances being robotic along with the Aurum, who apparently just Happened one day. I think he also Happened one day and just crashed landed onto earth meteor style, either coming from the sun itself or being the Aurum's flawed attempt at mimicking a god that got too out of control and developed free will. I mean he has bright green eyes and looks nothing like the other gods. Even HADES wears CLOTHES man. Fitting with space being mostly outside the domain of the gods, this weird little mini sun man was able to claim the Sun God title because no one else was using it, which is why the gods themselves are torn on if he's one of them. He isn't immortal but he does age slower than normal, he's a fairly recent annoyance among all the divine discourse

Him and Arlon are brothers! Sorta. They met as kids without any apparent families and Pyrrhon theorizes that they're connected, which Arlon goes along with. So they kinda *become* brothers in a way with my headcanons? Ja. They start out being kinda frenemies who don't really get along and are just sticking with this theory to figure out their pasts but they end up truly having the brothers relationships and being at eachothers' backs. Everyone else is shocked to learn about this every single time since they're such opposites. Arlon lends stability and Pyrrhon lends freedom and encourages leniency towards the whole "loyalty" thing, which evidently means less to him. 😌

The other popular headcanon I like is that his flame aura is controlled by his emotions. He can make it flare up for dramatic effect or cool it down if he needs to, but it's typically involuntary. It's usually not harmful to people, though he can easily burn things if he isn't paying attention and he's always warm to the touch. If he's calm it simmers down. If he's really, truly upset or hopeless it goes out. If he's excited or angry it burns brighter. If it turns white hot and hurts to the touch, you should probably run. :)

He's trans. "How is he 7ft tall?" Divine HRT will do that to you. "Out of everyone in the cast who would be way more fitting-" I like him. "Wasn't there something in smash about the gods' physical forms-" I do what I want always all the time forever.

OKAY so it's tough sometimes with characters who are intended to be insane with no further context because on the one hand that can be kinda fucked but on the other hand OUHHHHH. crazy guy who loses control to the orb was such a weird adhd awakening for me but baby if it wasn't an awakening. SO putting aside that it's obviously exaggerated and he was probably just intended to be insane with no nuance, I headcanon him as autistic and adhd with probably an array of Other Shit going on that I'm not qualified to pin down without feeling like it may be insulting. my mental illness pilled folks give your takes below or don't if you're uncomfortable with attatching stuff to characters like this because that's very justified I just hyperfixate on and relate to the worst specimens possible o7 you would not believe how many ocs I have that are just "let's do this bitch again and deconstruct all the dehumanization these guys always get while we're at it" follow my main artblog with my ocs plug plug plug plug

I think he would hate Hades as the apex of the irresponsibility and evil of the gods. HOWEVER Pyrrhon x Hades is just inherently super funny to me so its tough I kinda need to reconsile them. MY HEADCANON is that they dated for a bit when Pyrrhon didn't have a vendetta against the gods yet and was going after cred then when Palutena and Medusa yuri-divorced Hades felt the urge to one-up Medusa in some way so he ended things with Pyrrhon by saying he's homophobic. This in turn put Pyrrhon on a brief stint of homophobia that he thankfully recovered from when he started to listen to Limp Bizkit (unironically in every way of course) and decided that Fred Durst is the most beautiful man on the planet. Or will be. Kid Icarus ancient Greece with Nintendo you know how it is.

I'm growling and pacing ominously with a shadow over my eyes all the time over his underdeveloped motivations BUT from what we're given of his respect for Pit and his vendetta against the gods along with the heroic act I feel like he's kinda with Dark Pit on the idea of the gods constantly throwing everything off balance BUT the critical difference that turns him into a villain is that he thinks that if a true hero like HIM were the most powerful god he could fix all of this! See see HIS indulgence in the violence and warring is justified he doesn't WANNA incinerate the angel but it's just for the greater good. Fool tried to end the cycle of violence by becoming part of it!!!!!!! Everyone point and laugh!!!!!!!!

He's smart but he's also a dumbass but he can actually be a genius under the right circumstances but he's so so stupid. Right. He would put together a computer on his own from nothing but Vibes then think YouTube is a platform exclusively for fnaf letsplays because its the first thing he clicked on and he doesn't know how to search. He can determine his location by looking at the stars he also got lost in the department store yesterday. He can tell you about the Aurum for two hours he doesn't remember what he ate for lunch yesterday so he answers with som shit like the essence of heroism in the sandwich of destiny. He's so me he's all of us in a way .

He has mild psychic powers and he is NOT good at them 💔 he taught himself short range telepathy hence why he only really talks to the others in person until he gets his power up. He also tried to learn how to give visions and prophecies recieved upon touching his gem but it kinda just traps you in his adhd mindzone where he tries to keep up the illusion with cardboard cutouts on sticks.

Okay post canon time! Horray!!!!! The shorter more hyperspecific headcanons are after this. Tw for trauma and parallels to abuse until this section is done we're in projecting lane now.

A lot of details of what happens to him post-Aurum vary depending on what I'm drawing/writing at the moment like if he gets out on his own or has to be rescued after the war with Hades resolves, but generally he's trapped with them for a while with wavering control over himself. He develops an intense phobia of space and the Aurum afterwards despite them once being his biggest interests (<- PROJECTING.) His sense of personhood is very disrupted - he wasn't just controlled, he was assimilated and became one in the same with them with only shards of him holding on and resisting. He goes between never wanting to encounter them again to being nothing but a vessel who *must* return to them again no matter what it does to him, and he doesn't remember how to be a person without them controlling him. He completely stops believing he's a god in any way. He often zones out with the instinct that something else will be at the wheel until someone snaps at him and he's like huh wuzzat. Then probably plays it off as being inconsiderate since what people expect of him is easier than the truth.

He has the belief that the Aurum are attempting to take him again, even if they end up destroyed they're too powerful to him now to end that easily. They're *all* and they're *everywhere*. Since a lot of ptsd symptoms can feel like losing control it compounds quickly.

He has a habit of covering his mouth when he's upset. The feeling of those words and that smile stick with him.

I also think he'd have pretty messed up misconceptions towards "redeeming himself". With his broken identity he clings onto the idea of being fearless and acting the same way he used to, otherwise they "won". He would do stuff like accompanying Pit on a space mission and acting like it's no sweat while intermittently sneaking off to hide the breakdown. Why should he be afraid? It was *his* fault after all, and if he can't stop himself from being hurt it's just going to be *his* problem.

He starts wearing clothes to hide the scars he recieved on his chest, back, and limbs. He wants to look like NOTHING has changed, as much as possible. He starts returning to his old Nothingcore fit the more he heals from the events, because he doesn't like the feeling of clothes in the first place. he wears fingerless gloves and leg warmers because he can't stand the alternatives to either.

He also has a cane that's supposed to look enough like a staff to pass as one. His legs have been Pixels for the past couple years ok. Either way he's insecure about it and mostly uses it private, once again passing off his troubles in the department as his typical cringefail self don't worry about it 😁 👍

There's some mechanical alterations inside of him and like. I don't know how to explain my vision here except imagine the junji ito stuff turning into spirals story but with math and geometry and such. You can plug a bluetooth chip into his back scar and he's a literal wifi hotspot now. The quadratic formula is hidden somewhere in his femur as a fun easter egg. A lot of the changes are good for an impromptu living weapon but not for that weapon having an easy time afterwards, but it takes a while for him to reach out for help there, not just because of all previously mentioned but because he *hates* the idea of something going in and making "edits" to him again.

There's some more literal lingering effects from the Aurum - he can understand Morse code and binary and is compelled to read it out and translate it whenever he sees it, and sometimes those are the forms of communication that remain when the others go down, along with general detached computer speak. He *really* doesn't like others seeing this -- I like the idea of Arlon or Palutena teaching him signing to use in moments like this.

He is so touch starved my god. He probably wasn't getting much affection pre-canon in the first place but after being in space for 3+ years in a place where anything organic for miles is destroyed on sight, his body not being his own, and then going on to hide it all? Someone lays a hand on his shoulder and he just *melts*. He already feels like the affectionate back-breaking bear hug type in my mind so it's just. Auougghhhhhhhhhh. Yeah.

Okay back to the less intense headcanons. All the main ones were at the top these are just little ideas or like stupid stuff.

NO ONE IS HANDING HIM THE AUX CORD. EVER. His top artist on Spotify is Smosh. He listens to Lil Dicky and Your Favorite Martian. When it's a date and he needs to put on the more acceptable by society stuff he puts on ABBA and the Niel Ciceriga mashup albums. The ladder is most of his exposure to the wider music world he was BAFFLED when he found out hendrix wasn't actually singing about furries. I also think it would be really fucking funny if his main playlist with 2010 YouTuber Core has like Kid A interspersed in there. Thom York and the party rock guys are on the exact same artistic pedestal to him (you can decide if he's a real one for that)

He would NOT BE A MYSOGINIST. NO ONE GETS MY GUY. He's the most cringefail feminist on earth he was at the women's march tripping over the asphalt and face planting 30 times and when it was over they had to pick him up with a dustpan. HER PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM !!!

He figured all the fnaf lore out on his own but none of the gods gave a shit so he used the peak of his power to bestow maddening visions upon Markiplier's 20th removed great Greek ancestor. Hades did the same thing to MatPat's 20th removed great Greek ancestor just to muddy the waters and spite his ex

His favorite animals are snakes, cats, and dragons. When the others find out about him Going Through It post canon, Viridi begrudgingly makes immortal replicas of a snake and cat as gifts to him for emotional support

He would use his divine resilience to go out and hug poisonous creatures and beasts because he can

He would get so upset by like made up cartoon insults like in worlds where everyone's a dragon and they call eachother a pink-tailed coward and that kind of stuff right. If he got teleported into the geronimo stilton book universe and another mouse called him a chedderface he would have to be HOSPITALIZED.

He doesn't curse a lot and only does it under very specific circumstances that tick him off like if you called spongebob annoying he would curse you out

Talks to himself alone in rooms constantly. Has ytp verbal stims.

Has a thumbtack and string board not for like anything in specific its kinda just his replacement for a journal but for a guy who tries to find the connection between the weird waiter he met at girls' night to the Aliens

I have a genre of guys I call Stray Dog Youth who are just people I think would evoke a heroic pity response from him and the urge to take them under his wing and raise them into defenders of justice. Pit. Chicken Little. Fluttershy. Shadow the Hedgehog. Timmy Turner. Gohan. Malcom in the middle maybe I never watched it. But do you see my vision here. He respects this genre of person more than any god ever

STIM LORE 🔥 fist bumps, flying around in circles, saying him catchphrases and doing him poses, playing with fire in his hands and swirling it around. He's a hup and huh and woop and oops and wup kind of guy. Sometimes he yells CHOCOLATE STARFISH!!! to himself in fred durst impression.

He polishes his forehead gem a lot to be as striking and shiny as possible

His hair starts to turn ashy at the tips and hang down when it grows longer

He respects human life more than the average god. Protecting the earth is his ultimate goal but he'll justify many questionable sacrifices to achieve that

Panromantic Asexual 💪 he does not care about flirting or sex there are horrors to quell citizen. I mean even if he wanted to he couldn't so.

Oh yeah he uses citizens generally when talking about humanity and such, but citizen turns into a nickname for Pit in particular as a sign of respect.

He gives Pit exposure therapy training after returning to earth and learning about his pyrophobia. He also has talks with Palutena, one of the first gods he develops some respect towards and one of the first people to accept him back in, since they relate to eachother over the Chaos Kin incident.

He doesn't have a real temple and he's mostly a drifter, but he did set up shop at an abandoned human temple in the middle of nowhere. WORST crib imaginable. courage the cowardly dog style PC setup. Light up gaming in progress sign. Q-bert funko pop displayed like a treasured collectable.

He would be OBSESSED with old low budget sci-fi movies and similar genres of b-movies. He thinks The Amazing Bulk is the best movie ever made ever

He would be really good at games where the rules are just entirely decided by vibes and such he can understand them thoroughly. That one video of the guys using toy phones and xylophones like a card game with gamer rage mannerisms. Calvinball. Etc.

He can go a while without sleep. When he needs to he lays back in the sky and sleeps among the stars. This has led to many flock of owls attacks followed by meteor crash landing into a god's back lawn.

THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK OF FOR NOW but yeah those are the big ones 💞 thank you for opening the gates for me to be insanecrazy about my specialist guy on the planet 😁

[wjbs-aus]

Tumblr "for you" page bingo or checklist I guess?

Post about a fandom you're not in, but you reblogged a post that was tangentially related and/or tagged with it.

Post from a fandom you're not in, which you have never interacted with and most likely haven't heard of.

Introduction post from a blog you don't care about.

Poll from an artblog asking who to draw, where literally one of the options is related to a fandom you're in.

Fetish stuff that you're not into.

A blog posting stolen trans porn.

A blog posting stolen cis porn.

Posts glamourising self-harm in a way that makes you feel horrible for the rest of the day.

TERF shit that's being recommended to you for some reason (this is thankfully rare).

A post that someone you're following posted but you didn't reblog because you weren't interested.

A post that someone you're following posted, and you *did* reblog it, but didn't press the like button because the post's subject matter would have made that seem tasteless.

A post that is tagged with something you have blacklisted (again, this is rare, but it still happens occasionally).

Poorly-tagged fanart for a fandom you're not in, but which is technically a subcommunity of one you're in. Looking at you, MCYT fanartists who don't use the MCYT tag.

Sans Undertale AU stuff based on AUs that you thought would have lost relevance 7 years ago.

Someone you follow reblogging a post that you posted on one of your sideblogs I actually love when this happens :D

Posts about disorders you don't have and that are specifically intended for people who do.

Cool bug pictures!

Really cool artwork that is actually fanart for a thing you don't care about.

A really cool piece of fanart for a thing you like but you accidentally refresh the page and it's gone (this happened to me with a piece of really cool Cruelty Squad fanart)

A post from 8 months ago that was only relevant 8 months ago and 8 months later isn't relevant anymore.

Posts from a recent Tumblr holiday that you somehow missed.

A post that should be tagged with a thing you have blacklisted but isn't for some reason.

Random photos of a celebrity you've barely heard of.

Screenshots and/or gifs of a film or TV show you haven't watched.

Textposts written in a language you can't read.

A post you liked and reblogged, but this time it's a version without the addition the version you reblogged had.

And finally, a post about a fandom you are currently in.

Edit: OH ALSO random unattributed quote that just comes off as kinda pretentious.

[moinsbienquekaworu]

As promised, here's me being so very creative about my OCs but just in the direction I like and not the rest.

I've been thinking about two very neglected OCs recently, those two guys whose chibi headshots I posted on my artblog the other day, Ambrose and Léonie. For a long time I only had a vague Team Rocket/some kind of spy vibe for them and didn't know what to do with it, but with the James Bond brainrot I've finally found where I want to take this :D

So I'm slowly making up a vague knock-off secret service for the "main" country of my world, who doesn't have a name (yet!) but is where almost all of my OCs live and also is like, the equivalent of England. It's vibes only for now until I do some uh, research (watch/read more spy stories and some wikipedia articles) but I'm having fun.

Anyway in there the people who do some kind of important stuff (ie not the clerks and Jim the doorman) have work nicknames for uh style and identity protection reasons. Those nicknames are qualities and/or names you could see on a ship from the navy, because I'm me, and they kind of like, pick one or get one assigned when they get their contract as Someone Important, which they then keep the rest of their career. The only exception is heads of departments, whose names are kind of titles, in that the head of tech is always called the same name because it comes with the territory of being head of tech. Generally they'll find themselves a nickname based on that quality name, because those names can be long and they don't really sound like names, but it's not mandatory.

Examples of people and their names include:

Superb and Temeraire, aka Sue and Tem, aka Léonie and Ambrose, who are kind of the protagonists because they were there first and they're close-ish to my main OCs (funfact: they're named after the two other Bellerophon-class dreadnoughts besides the HMS Bellerophon, the HMS Superb and HMS Temeraire, though you'll note that this Temeraire is neither the Fighting Temeraire from the painting or the french ballistic missile submarine Le Téméraire)

Constant (Con), Industrious (Dusa), Innovative (Nova) and Sharp (who goes by Sharp but will use Shaun if there's need for a real person name) for the tech guys

Steadfast (Ed), Glorious (Laurent), Ambitious (Amy), Illustrious (Luce), Mellifluous (Mel) and Spirited (Pilar) for guys I have yet to sort, though I want Luce to be some kind of secretary to some higher-up

And the heads of departments: (I still have to think about which departments there should be but this is the tentative list)

Big Boss Man, highest-up, the head of everything, Majestic. The current one uses Jasper and he got cooler with age (before that he was Triumphant, aka Phil)

The head of tech is Ingenious, current one is Jen (she used to be Daisy, short for Audacious) Her second in command/next in line is Constant, who as I said will use Con until he retires because Jen made such a big impression as Ingenious people just kept calling him Con right after she retired and the name stuck (and because I couldn't find a nickname I liked)

Head of security is Vigilant, currently it's Gillian

Head of intelligence (?) is Observant, who goes by Linda (it's short for Belinda)

and beloved head of medical, Conscientious, my girl Siobhan (let me tell you I had trouble finding a name that would work but I'm so happy about that one) She used to be Courteous but I haven't found a nickname for that yet haha

You might have noticed that the names are generally qualities they should embody in their specific line of work and area, especially the heads of departments, and it's not a hard and fast rule but generally the names fit the type of work they do. Also none of them have real person names except Ambrose and Léonie because I don't need it for now and I don't feel like finding names for everyone right this instant lol.

I've got sooo many more, ranging from normal (Agile, Daring) to obvious (Indomitable, Earnest, Resolute) to kind of strange (Queer, Swiftsure, Odd, Silly, Immortal) to a few that are more negative than positive but sound cool (Furious, Venomous) The weirder ones aren't assigned btw, or even on the lists of available names, their holders would have to think of them on their own and ask for them. The idea is that some people would actually be happy with/proud of being called odd or silly or queer or venomous, but you can't just call someone that unprompted for the rest of their career y'know.

Here's the list (for now), if you've got nickname ideas feel free to contribute :) (the names in fuschia are doubles because I used lists of ships from both the french and british navies to find names and there's multiple Intrepids)

[slothssassin]

I was tagged by @vermiliondrug to do this, thanks a lot ♥ Tagging @starsandskies @briarfox13 @alyssalenko and whoever else wants to share their review :)

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#5

WIP Day

Yet again, a WIP of Em. Will I ever get tired or drawing her? No, I certainly won’t.

Tagged by @starsandskies @briarfox13 @commandershepardshtole and @coronerandundersheriff thanks a lot! Tagging you guys back and also @scarlettkat86 @liaorban-art and @its-sixxers but no pressure as always!

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#4

OC Introduction - Nancy Rhine

I made this template a while ago but thought it’s time to bring it back as I miss reading and talking about OCs - feel free to use it! Tag me if you do, I’d love to learn about your OCs! For now, I’m tagging @djfatchip​​ @its-sixxers​​ @liaorban​@tarberrymentats​​ @briarfox13​​ @obvidalous​​ @mayihavethisdanse​​ @starsandskies​​ @bellaciaofallout​ @lookbluesoup​ @charomiami​ @alongtidesoflight​ @vixils​ @elvhenfairy​ and whoever else would like to introduce one (or more) of their OCs. No pressure as usual! And beware, it’s very long :D

Fandom: Fallout 4

Role: Sole Survivor

BASICS

Full Name: Nancy Elena Rhine

Nickname(s): Nance, General. Danse calls her “Darling” sometimes, but only when they’re alone.

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight

Occupation and Titles: General of the Minutemen

Birthday & Age: 5th of May 2045, 32 in 2287

Physical description: Tall & lean; white skin; jet black hair with soft waves, usually in a bob up to her chin, in the Wasteland it gets a bit longer and she often keeps it in a bun instead; bright and piercing blue eyes

Clothing style: Functional in the Wasteland - jeans, leather jackets, tops, armour, boots. Loves fingerless gloves. When she’s at a settlement for a longer time she also likes wearing colourful blouses and sometimes even a dress. Mostly dark colours, blue and green tones.

BACKGROUND

Nancy grew up with her parents and her two brothers in Pittsburgh. They were a happy family and got along well until Nancy’s mother from illness died when she was only 16. It was hard for the Bakers, but they tried to live on. A few years later Nancy moved to Boston to study law. She worked as a lawyer for a short time but never really felt happy about it. One day she was brave enough, quit her job and went back to university to study her true passion - biology. After graduating she worked as a researcher on insects - during this time she also met Nate Rhine. They got married 3 years later and, even though Nancy suffered from a miscarriage, they were leading a happy life in Sanctuary together with Nate’s brother Noah, his wife and their son Shaun.

After the events in Vault 111, Nancy is left alone, scared and broken. She can’t believe her eyes when she meets Codsworth again - they both know they should look for Nancy’s nephew, but they allow each other some time to calm down. Nancy suffers from a major episode of depression during that time, only starting to feel better after meeting Preston and the Minutemen. Hesitantly, they all decide to make Sanctuary their home again. Nancy loosely follows the trail for Shaun - she thinks she probably has to accept she doesn’t have a nephew anymore. Only with the help of the people she meets along the way she starts to see the future in a brighter light again.

Her relationship with Danse grows slowly - especially because she doesn’t trust the Brotherhood at all. When she took him with her, she even started to dislike him for certain things he said, and she thought that feeling was mutual. After a few days though they got to know each other a little better, Nancy learnt she could rely on him and started to suspect that he’s not sharing every view with the Brotherhood and that he had quite a few doubts in them. She learnt that he had never known a real life outside of the BoS and that she should consider how important they are to him. After that point, he grew on her quickly, especially for his elaborate speech and for the amazement with which he looked at old things from the days before the war.

It takes a long time before they get together, but they become inseparable. To fully commit to their relationship, Nancy gifts Danse Nate’s old wedding ring.

COMBAT & SKILLS

Preferred fighting style: 2 Pistols for quick combat, but usually she uses a Sniper Rifle and fights from a distance. She prefers to stay in cover and tries to kill as many enemies as possible before being seen

Favourite weapon(s): Pistols, Sniper Rifles. A knife if she has no ammo at all. 

Special skills: She’s fit, can run quickly and hides well. She had her troubles after leaving Vault 111 but became a skilled fighter after some time. She’s also good at crafting things and often works on improving settlements. Plus she’s a great cook.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Her parents (Elena and Michael Baker) both died before the bombs fell. She had two brothers, Patrick and Marcus. Patrick had a wife and a son. Both brothers moved to Canada before the bombs fell - Nancy doesn’t know what happened to them but is quite sure they both died. When Nancy was in her mid-twenties she married Nate Rhine. They settled down in Sanctuary with Nate’s brother Noah and his wife Cindy. While Nancy lost a child, Cindy and Noah had Shaun. Codsworth is part of her family too.

Love interest: Danse

Best friends: Nick, Deacon, MacCready and Preston

PERSONALITY

Positive traits: Intelligent, cooperative, charismatic, confident

Negative traits: Critical, mistrusting, overthinking, materialistic

Likes: Insects, especially bees and butterflies. Animals. Makeup and pretty clothes that remind her of the good old times. A fine drink.

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Look at this gorgeous Commission of Remy and Shane I got from @didiher ♥ Aren't they cute? And the chicks in the background I'm so in love! Thanks so much @didiher I totally love it!

50 notes • Posted 2021-10-30 13:33:30 GMT

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I commissioned @codenameyan to draw my two Fallout 76 OCs Emilia Goodridge and Marius Lind and I’m so in love with how they turned out! 😍

This is the first art I got of Marius and it’s exactly how I imagine him, that cute smile kills me! And Em looks so beautiful and thoughtful! Thank you so so much Yan, I absolutely adore how they turned out ♥

54 notes • Posted 2021-01-24 18:46:51 GMT

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Dash is dead, or full of long text posts and nothing else.

I have a need of new blogs! Could you please like or reblog this if you post:

Stardew Valley! I'm currently so into it!

Fallout, especially 4 and 76

Bioware aka Mass Effect and Dragon Age

Skyrim

Harry Potter (Hogwarts Mystery)

Horizon Zero Dawn

Ghost of Tsushima

Games, games are good

Memes

Also I loooooove seeing other people's OCs and learning about them! And art!

251 notes • Posted 2021-02-09 10:37:37 GMT

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[yandere-romanticaa]

Paint it red.

TW. Gore? I wouldn't really call it "gore" but I felt the need to say it, just in case.

The decaying stench of death was overtaking the room as Ruggie continued with his actions, mauling his latest victim in to itty bitty pieces. His face was scratched off entirely, his blood drained and several limbs were missing. A animalistic, furious growl left Ruggie's throat as he bit in to the bastards neck, tearing off the sensitive flesh with his bare teeth.

For having been so useless while he was still alive, he sure as Hell was a fine meal.

Ruggie continued to eat the corpse with lightning speed, not even caring that bits and pieces of clothing fabric were also getting in to his mouth. He was just too angry to think, so he did the only thing he could, and that was to eat. The bastard in question had been spending too much time with (y/n) recently so when Ruggie found out that he was planning to confess to her tonight, he knew he had to take action. He felt a bit bad for leaving (y/n) in the dust but as long as this moron was out of the pitcure Ruggie was okay with it.

He showed no signs of stoping as the once quiet room was now filled with loud squelching noises and Ruggie's intense growls. He had gone pretty deep in to his meal, so much so that he was slightly munching on the bone on his victims right arm. He tore in to his stomach with no mercy, devouring everything that was in front of him while using his claws to tear away the pesky clothing. After a few minutes, Ruggie raised his head in to the air and gasped, taking in the air around him as the metallic stench clung to him and his clothing. He sighed, feeling a bit annoyed by himself for making such a mess, knowing damn well that he would have to clean all of this up. He couldn't help but to smile a little though, knowing that he was successful with his task.

Standing up on his feet, Ruggie dusted himself off as the licked off the thick blood off his fingers, droplets of it falling on this his already blood soaked attire. He finally looked around and saw that not only were the walls filthy, but the entire dang floor nedded a hard scrubbing in order to make the stains disappear.

"Damn it, cleaning blood off is such a pain..."

A quiet knock soon filled his ears as a younger Savanaclaw student entered the room, slightly shaking in the process.

"Uhm, Ruggie-senpai you... You told me to be back in thirty minutes, so I..."

The student was cleary disturbed but he knew better then to defy his seniors. Ruggie laughed a bit by the boy's sorry state and turned to him, giving him a toothy grin while small pieces of skin still visible on his teeth.

"It's a dog eat dog world out there, and if you don't defeat your enemies and eat while you can, you can never win."

Kicking the body off to the side, Ruggie put his hands in his pockets while tossing the key to the younger student. Motioning with his hands, he pointed at a nearby cupboard. Before exiting the building, he said:

"Toss the body in there, I'll finish him off tomorrow. You just clean off the blood, there should be some supplies in here."

The student nodded, immediately getting to work. Shutting the door with his foot, Ruggie quietly walked back towards the dorm while making sure that no one else was around to see him in such a state. If a student saw him drenched in blood, there would be Hell to pay for. Right now though, Ruggie had to report back to Leona and change his clothing. He walked along the stone stone pavement, avoiding the gentle orange glow of the setting sun. He was pleased with himself. Not only did he get rid of his competition, but he got a meal out of it as well and there was more waiting for him. What a great way to end the day~!

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Based off the conversation between @julie-fandom-artblog and @yandere-wishes for the "Occidendum domum" idea! It was just too good, and I had to write for it!

[iwaasfairy]

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What is your artblog again btw. I was supposed to follow you last time but I lost the connection and I forgot to do it later on. 😭

@/fairydoesarts !!

oh no if u leave, it will be saddening but i know it’s for the better! take a time for yourself! ill miss ur cheeky answers and you will always be a memorable writer for me thank u!

thank you so much love! i'll definitely miss interacting with you guys bc you always made my day! thank YOU 💝

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And you made me so happy every time you were in my notes! You're a blessing sweet baby, take care of yourself!!

hey homie,, if you leave that’s completely okay just here to thank you for being such a big comfort creator to me and a big inspiration in my own writing. i really appriciate you so i hope you feel better soon much live (platonically ofc<3)

ty ty ty lovie!! you're so sweet! i hope i can come back better than ever and i hope so too! mwuah all the love!

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We all love you a lot!! Don’t feel guilty because you think you’re “not posting enough” and don’t deserve new followers because of it. This is your blog and posting on it should be fun and for you before anyone else. This is a hobby!! You’re allowed to have periods of inactivity that’s a part of life!! The fact that you’ve shared your writing with us is more than enough!! Just remember you do this for yourself and you should never have to feel like you need to post more to make your followers happy!! We follow because we love the work you’ve already done and we want to show our support and and join you on your journey!! If you don’t feel like this blog is serving you anymore that’s ok!!! We’re all just so great full that you shared your work with us and let us love and appreciate you. It’s also more than ok for you to leave for a period and come back!! You don’t owe us anything!!!!!

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Why The Doctors Heebie and Jebbie Is My Favorite Disguises in The “Darkwing Duck” Episode “Stressed To Kill” (Warning: Very Long)

You may or may not have noticed some of the Darkwing Duck posts I have on my blog, most of which consist of scenes from “Stressed To Kill” where Quackerjack and Megavolt were disguised as Doctors Heebie and Jeebie.

Well, 2 things I have to tell you: 

1. I saw that episode for the first time on Disney+ a few days ago.

2.Doctors Heebie and Jeebie is my favorite disguies that Quackerjack and Megavolt wore in that episode.

Let me say this again: I love the Doctors Heebie and Jeebie disguises. If I squee in excitement or get super duper excited over that scene in “Stressed To Kill”, then that should tell you I love those disguises (I do squee when The Once-ler puts on the green suit in “The Lorax”, but I’m not talking about that movie.).

I talked about why I love those disguise over on my artblog, but I want to give a deeper look as to why I love the Doctors Heebie and Doctors Jeebie disguises here because I just rewatched “Stressed To Kill” and because I’m weird.

1. Atmosphere

The reason why I love The Doctors Heebie and Jeebie disguise is because of the whole atmosphere behind it. Like, when Quackerjack and Megavolt introduce their disguise to Darkwing Duck, it pulls you in. Like, YOU (yes, you, the viewer) are in Darkwing’s POV and there’s Quackerjack and Megavolt, dressed as doctors, looking down on you. Like, how creepy (yet cool) is that?!

2. Idea

Another reason why I love the disguise is because I like the idea of Megavolt and Quackerjack as doctors. I just find the idea to be fascinating. I mean, I did thought that scene would be dark based on that scene where I just mentioned and because when villains disguise themselves as doctors, it’s something really disturbing. But when I saw the whole scene, I was disappointed. It wasn’t as dark as I thought. Still, Megavolt and Quackerjack as doctors? GENIUS!

3. Effort

One last thing I love about the disguises is that it was only disguise that Megavolt and Quackerjack put effort into it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do like the play costumes, but I wish that Megavolt wore a wig with that princess/maid gown he wore in that scene. But with the Doctors Heebie and Jeebie disguises, the two went all out with that disguise. Megavolt and Quackerjack didn’t have to wear those surgical masks, but they did, and it totally worked in their favor.

Now, for the longest time, I thought Megavolt and Quackerjack looked like surgeons with those disguise, because of those surgical lighting  and the part where Megavolt and Quackerjack walked towards Darkwing in the beginning gave me operation room vibes, but thinking about it now, I think the 2 looked like dentists. 

Because, 1, surgeons wear scrub caps when they’re going to do an operation and Megavolt and Quackerjack were not wearing scrub caps.

 2. The chair that Darkwing sat in looks like a dentist chair.

 3. That relaxatron looked like a drill, and I thought Megavolt was holding a drill when he pulls out the relaxtron (Oh, goodness, can you imagine how that would’ve gone?). But still, those ideas are so cool I don’t even know which idea I like better: Megavolt and Quackerjack as dentists or Megavolt and Quackerjack as surgeons?

And I forgot to tell to those who liked my fanart of Quackerjack and Megavolt as Doctors Heebie and Jeebie, that fanart started out as comic to reflect on how I felt whenever I go to dentist (dentist gives me anxiety), but I took out the panel of me scared and just drew Quackerjack and Megavolt to make it look like they’re talking to you. I also initially intended to have Megavolt hold a dentist drill, but I replaced the drill with a syringe needle. Also, I listened to lo-fi music while drawing the fanart, and I don’t know where I got the line “It’ll only hurt a lot” from.

That was mouthful of rambling, but anyway, that sums up as to why Doctors Heebie and Jeebie is my favorite Quackerjack and Megavolt disguises. Thank you to all who liked that fanart of the two as doctors, and thanks a bunch @jcmorrigan again for reblogging that fanart.

This is CartoonPrincess, and I’ll see you all next time. Bye.

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Clandestine Creation Myths

This fic feels like it’s been a long time coming in some form or another, and I guess the movie gave me that final push I needed - because I have been obsessed with the concepts of Pearl as a storyteller and ”I’ve been imagining things”, we became our faaaantasyyyy rushed right in to hit me where it hurts.

This fic features two absolutely beautiful illustrations by @loomborn​ (artblog: @nereamerayo​) and in fact took shape in a very interesting and immensely inspiring back-and-forth fic-feeds-art-feeds-fic collab with her and @jeejyboard​ to whom I seem to owe a life debt yet again.

So here’s a lot of introspection, the dawn of the Rebellion proper, and, of course, Imagining Things. Pearl tells a story as the rain falls. Pearl, Rose, guest appearance by Garnet and, well, the Earth. ~5600 words.

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Clandestine Creation Myths

To Pearl’s dismay, the gloomy, overcast sky decided to unleash its long-held threat in a downpour right as their little trio-quartet of fugitives made it out of the woods and to a stretch of rolling grassy hills. 

In hindsight it seems inevitable, really. Their long trek between Homeworld-guarded warp pads has only been made longer by frequent pauses to appreciate the sights and sounds and altogether overwhelmingly numerous and various sensations of the planet.

...some markedly more pleasant than others.

Pearl knows Rose would love nothing more than to run breathlessly through the curtain of rain to splash around in every muddy puddle she can find - the way the fusion, newly self-declared a Garnet, rushed away from them to do not that long ago, making a very determined yet undecipherable claim about not hiding from any of it ‘this time’. Rose, too, certainly wishes to bask in the novelty of the droplets running down her face and shoulders and arms, tickling; to catch the cool water in her cloud of curls, see it stick to her form (her lovely, lovely form, the form she clings to so- so- it’s not Pearl’s place to say desperately, but-- the form that is somehow becoming more than a disguise, that Pearl would dare say she wants to - should - have always had--).

It’s writ plainly all over her face and the blatantly yearning gaze of those dark eyes, and would be obvious, certainly, even if Pearl herself had been made for something other than anticipating every whim. But instead of indulging, Rose seems to restrict herself to deeply breathing in the heady, fresh scent, and holds her summoned shield up to make a shelter for both Pearl and (most of) herself.

A small but monumental gesture of caring, a sign of Pearl's feelings on the matter of odd earthly textures and fluids -- or on any matter in general -- being taken into account and seriously considered. Even, one might say, taking precedence. Rose rushed forward, ecstatic as the first drops began to fall, and Rose turned around and saw Pearl’s disgruntled expression, and Rose stopped. It is an immensely warming, incredibly dizzying thought, another shift and tear in what should have been the fabric of their relationship, and a moment that Pearl has replayed in her mind’s eye several times by now. 

Pearl curls herself around it and into Rose - who not only allows, but encourages the small movement - and watches the rain fall. With this aglow at her core, for at least a little while it doesn’t matter at all that frightfully soon they have to make it to a warp and back to the base, and meet with Blue Diamond herself, and make up excuses for her and Garnet both, and--

Pearl keeps a tally, of course. They’ve been sneaking off down to the planet’s surface more and more often. Even before the latest escalation in Rose’s plan to prove the Earth uncolonisable, they’d been spending more time on-planet than at the base. An unpleasant call from Blue Diamond would so easily lead to some astoundingly frivolous, exploratory, and wonderful frolicking through the incredibly diverse ecosystems the planet has to offer. One particularly frustrating fight over the comms line ending with Yellow Diamond ordering her pearl to cut the feed resulted in a rousing sparring session in a flowering field (Pearl still has the bright pink blossom Rose put in her hair afterwards stored away in her gem, safely bubbled, to be taken out and looked at during… challenging, unsure moments).

Yes, the consequences if they are caught would surely be disastrous. Yes, there are patrols sent after the stubborn, defiant, ever-persistent and increasingly notorious rebels more and more often, what with Blue Diamond once again deciding to “indulge” her favourite little troublemaker and coming over to “help” her with her first colony.

So they’ve frequently needed to hide, most often in caves, cut deep into stone or formed under the roots of monumental trees. And Pearl thinks she should feel some kind of apprehension, or responsibility, or any motivation at all to at least try to discourage these Earth jaunts beyond what is absolutely necessary for their plans - or, oh, even to refrain from encouraging them, as she has certainly done on several occasions. But instead she is left with fond memories of many a breathless rush to a hiding place, ending in giggles of relief and sheer forbidden excitement, and a stretch of quiet, huddled waiting that is somehow never unpleasant. 

It didn’t take her too long to realise she’d become as carried away with it all as Rose, and that, when she allows herself to admit it in the rare quiet of her own thoughts, she never, ever wants to stop. She tries to imagine going back to how it used to be, how it’s supposed to be, what they are supposed to be, forever, with the Earth stripped bare and hollowed out as just another colony consumed for the growth of the empire. Imagines herself quietly standing at proper attention and wearing that ridiculous dress, with opening a door or activating a data-filled holo-screen being the pinnacle of her day, and something very deep in her shudders in revulsion and desperate denial. 

Then she tries to imagine some kind of expected and logical endpoint to… all this. Because of course that is their endgame, isn’t it? They would convince the other Diamonds the Earth was too troublesome to ever be a viable colony, that it should be left alone. And they would go… back. To their old lives, and their old selves - at least on the surface, as best as they could manage. Perhaps, on occasion, they could even get to visit the Earth again under some pretext or other, but certainly never for very long, not without endangering all they’d accomplished, and never like… this.

The Earth would be saved, with all its creatures, with humans, the endless forms of life growing wild on it…

...but, despite it being exactly what they originally set out to do, it somehow doesn’t feel like a victory to Pearl at all.

She imagines, last of all, what it would mean - never seeing Rose Quartz again. Her lively mind, usually all too eager to oblige no matter how unlikely or outrageous the daydream, refuses her.

Rose is very soft and thankfully very real against her shoulder and her back, and, every so often when she moves to adjust her hold on the shield, against her cheek. But there is an immense underlying strength there that Pearl has become so very certain would never be turned against her. Rose has grown so much more careful than in those early days, with all the excited grabs at Pearl, yanking her up or down or along to whatever curiosity awaited. It makes Pearl want to preen, aglow with importance - any real pull exerted now is far from physical.

And here Rose is, the centre of gravity - always making slight adjustments to her form, fascinated with replicating textures found and felt around the wonder that is the Earth. The cloud of hair, as wild and unruly as the life they are trying to protect here, forming curls as perfect as any shockingly geometric pattern found in the odd structures of the planet’s sea creatures. The waves and layered petals of her dress, the way they flutter and float around her, weighty and weightless in turns. The ease of getting caught in her eyes, dark and warm and welcoming and intense all at once, and deep, like layers of soft, loamy soil. Rose is of the Earth, in a way Pearl never will be and doesn’t wish to be, but can certainly appreciate. It is all of it so much more beautiful and pronounced, when it is with her, when it is her.

So Pearl has to admit the rain is not an altogether unappealing phenomenon either - when observed from a safe and dry distance. There is something beautiful about the grayness, and something oddly profound about the moment entire. The raindrops ring against the shield, each a softly resonant little chime. It isn’t hard at all to believe the Earth is providing the two of them with a private concert the likes of which no diamond ballroom has ever seen.  

It reminds me of the day we met.

“Oh?” Rose says, that ever-present curiosity clear in her voice, and Pearl realises far too late she has blurted this out loud. Loud enough to be heard over leaves and grass rustling in the cool, damp wind and the patter of raindrops above them. That’s what too many wild unfettered fantasies in too brief a time will do to you, oh, now you’ve done it--

But no scoff or scolding comes, beyond Pearl’s internal self-condemnations. Instead, the arm that was behind her - the one not holding up the summoned weapon-turned-shelter - now drapes around her shoulders, gently holding her close. Nothing restrictive, nothing Pearl couldn’t easily disengage from if she felt like it. Which she decidedly does not. The shield is rather small for them both, of course, so it only makes sense. Best to stay close and spare Rose the trouble of needing to adjust its size or angle.

“Could you maybe… refresh my memory?” Rose says, bending down almost conspiratively and smiling at her a bit wryly. Then, even softer and with a tugging, pleading look, “Please?”

In response, Pearl scoots even closer to the very Earthy soft warmth of Rose, Rose, Rose, as far removed from the cold, polished stone of a diamond palace and the uniquely demeaning chime of <please state preferred customisation options> as it is possible to be. And of course Rose insists on breathing, that entirely human but pleasantly rhythmic affectation. The rise and fall of her chest brushes up against Pearl, and Pearl decides to match the oddly soothing rhythm herself, for at least a little while.

Then she lets her face scrunch up in concentration as she focuses on remembering.

(Important, very important, for a wide array of reasons, to keep everything consistent.)

“Well. I had just made it out of the cargo hold of the ship I’d stowed away on, the stolen sword - oh, you know, that sabre I favour so much - firmly in hand.” 

“You do love that thing,” Rose chuckles, and she’s absolutely right - and the fact it truly was stolen from a training arena weapons rack by Pearl and Pearl alone is perhaps what makes her love it so. “Sometimes I’m afraid you’ll lovingly polish it away into nothing.”

“Unlikely,” Pearl scoffs. And really, she’ll have to teach Rose a thing or two about proper weapon maintenance. But for right now... “There I was, about to sneak right past the first two rings of guards around the landing pads, preferably unscathed, when I first encountered this strange precipitation.” 

But that isn’t how it was at all, an annoying, proper little voice pipes up in Pearl’s mind, and she stops, frozen. And of course it wasn’t, she remembers perfectly - it had actually been during their first visit, while the Moon base was still having finishing touches put on it, and potential primary kindergarten sites were nothing more than a list she kept projecting in a convenient hologram for her Diamond to peruse. The first and last time Pink Diamond was expected - or rather allowed - on Earth, escorted by a generously loaned squadron of Yellow Diamond’s elite citrine guards. A very brief inaugural visit - the rain started almost as soon as they stepped out of the ship, and both the endlessly disappointed diamond and the pearl trotting dutifully just behind her were hastily bundled back in. For safety. Supposedly.

Remember, Pearl.

So she does, and casts her mind back. To the bright orange quartzes surrounding the landing site in flawless formation, the sudden pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the hulls of the ships. 

A kernel of truth, a fact to serve as core, then layer around it like fine nacre--

“It was an odd sound at first, but it helped, then, to mask my steps - there was an entire squadron of citrines already stationed there, you see. So I was thankful for the cover it would provide my escape and didn’t much feel like examining it all further. New to the planet as I was, with no knowledge of its odd… liquid condensation cycles - or anything, really.”

“Hm,” comes Rose’s voice in a hum, soft but resonating through her form enough for Pearl to feel it brush against her and through her, pervasive and warm, “and now you’re shaping up to be quite the expert in a number of areas. And we get to properly experience rainfall together! Another Earth wonder. Sometimes it feels like the planet is showing off, just for us.”

Pearl feels her face heat up, too, bright blue from compliments and proximity, tinged pink by the muted glow of the shield. “Yes. Well.” She clears her throat. “In- in any case. It was still very dangerous, as those citrines were some of the Yellow Court’s best.”

“Oh, well,” Rose indulges in a grin that Pearl can only describe as dastardly, “I think I know someone better-!”

“Rose!” The heat in her face is becoming distracting at best and uncomfortable at worst, and Pearl feels a tiny pinprick of frustration at her focus being tried and challenged this hard. Preserving the... the flow of the narrative--

“I… I was moving slowly, and keeping as low as possible behind whatever I could see. Cargo containers, equipment racks, the odd bush - but there wasn’t a lot of cover to be found, especially further away from the ships, and the rain made the ground uncertain and slippery. And so, just before I could slip away, I, well, slipped, and was spotted by two of the guards.”

“What did they do?” A gasp and a tense whisper from an increasingly engrossed Rose somehow drawing ever closer, and Pearl feels astoundingly accomplished.

“The citrines? Well, one of them stepped forward and said--”

“Hey, pearl,” came the rough voice of a citrine guard looming over her suddenly, pointing somewhere behind her, “bring me that.”

Perfectly unthinking, Pearl immediately made to step over and grab the carelessly discarded sabre. Her Diamond had dismissed her services for the immediate moment anyway, and was talking to important Gems about the ceremony of setting down her very first colony’s very first warp for its very first kindergarten site.

The citrine’s companion reached over to slap the back of her head - those quartzes, always roughhousing! Even highly elite guards. “That’s Pink Diamond’s pearl, you chalkhead, not yours. Pick up your own garbage.”

“What, come on, she wasn’t doing anything anyway, she was just standing there!”

“Yeah, that’s what they’re for. Look all you want, but no messing with her, or you’ll get us both in trouble. Acting like you were made yesterday, I swear...”

Pearl swallows, with some difficulty. And focuses on the recollection of the perfectly ordinary but entirely unforgettable sword, the heft of it, the gleam of it, the feel of it in her hand, not balanced for her at all, but oh, so right to have her fingers close around its handle, even so very, very briefly...

“One of the citrines stepped forward. She said,” Pearl pauses to clear her throat, then gives her best gruff-voiced imitation. “‘You there, pearl, bring me that sword. Slowly now, we wouldn’t want you to cut yourself.’”

“And?” Rose again, leaning forward with excitement, distracted enough to allow her shield to tilt and splash rain down her back.

Pearl stifles a small giggle, shoulders hunching, a grin pulling at her lips as irresistibly as that sword had called to her hand. “I stood up tall - of course I was positively tiny compared to her, but it didn’t matter - and said... I said--”

‘Maybe it’s not the sharpness of the sword you should be concerned with, but how to fix your own dullness!’

Too wordy.

‘Why don’t you come over here and try to take it from me?’

Not wordy enough! But then, oh, an idea--

‘No.’

Straightforward and meaningful indeed, but- maybe mostly to her? And she has an audience. It wouldn’t do, perhaps, to be so entirely… personal. So purely self-indulgent.

Of course she never actually said anything to the citrines - they’d long lost interest in her anyway, preoccupied with their own petty arguments, and, eventually, she simply put the sword back down and stepped back to her original spot to await further instruction. But the pure glee of even imagining firing back at them, of pretending she did, in fact, do all that and more, is intoxicating, and somehow, somehow, the in fact seems to matter less and less and less. Washed away, perhaps with the rain.

“I said, ‘I’m not the one who should be worried about getting cut!’ and I rushed forward, sword firmly in hand. They didn’t even have a chance to draw their weapons, I timed my lunge just right, and, well, that was it for them! Poof, just like that!”

Pearl grins, looking up with a little huff of excited exhalation. Rose's cheeks are glowing, rosy, and not just thanks to the shield above, held steady with both hands now as she does her best not to completely succumb to her laughter and delight. 

“Pearl. You are amazing.”

The joy on her face is the most genuine thing Pearl has ever seen, and it floods her. I did that, I caused it, I, I, I…

She allows herself a moment, and leans in, all but reclining against Rose, tucked under her chin, increasingly blanketed by her wild curls. She raises a hand and almost idly lets one pink strand curl around her finger, then uncurl, curl and uncurl, curl and uncurl--

But then, the story isn’t over, is it? One of its main attractions has yet to appear at all. And oh, what an appearance to be made...

“It was easy to make it deeper into the woods after that,” Pearl continues, far more quietly, from her unthinkably, altogether criminally indulgently comfortable resting place. “I thought I’d found good cover, finally, and could pause a bit, re-examine my plans in relative safety. But just as I was about to settle under a rocky overhang, a rustling came from somewhere behind me.”

When Pearl pauses in her telling, there is nothing to be heard save for the soft sound of Rose’s breathing right next to her, and the rain with all its tones, as persistent as ever. But the feeling of it all has shifted, somehow, beyond Pearl's ability to explain.

“I turned, suddenly sca--” No, not that, never scared. “Worried that more of the citrines had followed me. And then… and then there she- you- were, right in front of me.” 

How incredibly strange, to be sharing this. Pearl has never had need nor chance to consider her delivery, the, oh, format, as it were-- it’s not polished, and it’s not practiced or prepared, and usually she’d absolutely despise this, but here she is and the spontaneity of it all somehow, quite bafflingly, adds to the experience.

“But of course I didn’t know-- well, you could have been anyone! A quartz, in a standard Pink Diamond uniform... I had been training with the sabre for a while at that point, yes, but mostly on my own and in secret, and if more soldiers found me, surrounded me, the odds would be very much against me. I reacted faster than I could even think, nothing but pure reflex, and raised my sword--”

Mine. Another little nugget of astoundingly pleasant warmth Pearl can’t resist pausing to relish in. All hers.

“I prepared my attack, but I wasn’t aiming to disrupt your form - I needed to extract information, of course. It was vital that I learn exactly what dangers lurked out there, awaiting me.”

One pearl, alone in an entire world of unprecedented opportunity and unparalleled danger, and nothing, nothing at all to steer her or guide her but she herself. What a thought! What a terrible, wonderful thought, and here Pearl sits, speaking it out loud. She shivers.

“Even if some part of me noticed your posture wasn’t threatening at all, well, I was used to that. You’d be hard-pressed to find a Gem that would take a pearl seriously, and so it was how all of my more... martial encounters started. I dashed forward for a quick feint, first to the right, then to the left, a swipe as if to aim at your legs - and down you went.”

She is caught up in the telling, sweeping out a currently swordless arm, but still with perfect hard-won technique. The rain has started to come down even harder, and the sudden feel of it on her bare forearm startles Pearl back into the present. She grimaces and tries to shake the water off as best she can and, for the first time in what feels like a while, since that strange shift in mood, risks a glance back at Rose - Rose, who has gone so quiet. An icy spike of fear rushes through Pearl briefly - has she gone too far? Holding people, holding her, at swordpoint? Really?

Looking up at Rose, she isn’t sure what she expects to see there, but she finds herself caught in an enraptured, glossy-eyed gaze, a brightly rosy-cheeked Rose so much like that moment of, oh, please don’t ever stop that still somehow makes Pearl feel like the very core of her gem is aglow. She looks utterly, yes, Pearl would dare say smitten, and the realisation comes with a burst of what can only be pride. The rain and everything it touches is suddenly somehow irrelevant, and the world might just be the two of them underneath the shield.

“I stood there,” Pearl almost whispers, “a pearl, with an impressive, perfect-cut rose quartz entirely at my mercy with my sword at her neck, bound to know every patrol route and schedule on Earth. Anything I could possibly want to ask of her.”

The image is almost startling in its crystalline clarity in her mind, but Pearl isn’t sure she can properly convey it with mere words. A hologram, perhaps? 

It only takes a brief burst of closed-eyed concentration, and the scene comes to light blue life before them. Rose, near-supine, looking up in wonder with plush lips open in the slightest of ohs, rain dripping down from the lovingly rendered curls of her hair and following the soft, indulgent curve of her cheek. Pearl herself standing over her, just barely tall enough to look down at her even in this configuration, but the very picture of determination even so. The finishing touch of her own reflection in the polished blade, sword held perfectly steady without a hint of the tremble she currently feels in her nervous fingers. A clear, steely threat pressed right above where Pearl is nestled now.

And the rain, just visible through the cyan glow, adding a startling shot of reality to the projection, peeling away another layer of separation.

“You… you just looked up at me,” Pearl tries to continue, though her voice is turning highly uncooperative. “Our eyes met and I… somehow, I knew you didn’t mean me any harm. I knew you wouldn’t try to attack me, or overpower me, or turn me in, or… or steal me for yourself. I knew you were… like me. You were running, too.”

Her words go from hesitant to a full stop, but more kernels keep offering themselves up. Perhaps it is simply in Pearl’s nature somehow, to want to take them and make them into something more appealing, handle them by encasing them in something beautiful, leaving them only barely recognisable to the most discerning eye.

There... there was a tower on Homeworld that they made you... stand guard in, sometimes. A prison tower. Your… agate, a real piece of work. You hated it, oh, your whole cut did, and all of you dreaded those shifts, doled out as punishment. The first time we talked you swore to me you would never see the inside of it again--

But Pearl quickly tucks that nascent part of the story away. It feels… wrong, for the occasion. This story is about running away, about escape. It wouldn’t do at all to drag all of that into it, to drag them both back and down. Distraction, instead. A beautiful fantasy. Escapism in its purest form. In fact, another piece slots into place instead:

Rose Quartz was made on Earth, in its first successful kindergarten, herself a product of the planet she then chose to protect and tied to the life flourishing wild on it. She has never laid eyes on Homeworld and Homeworld has never laid a hand on her. 

It feels like a very final decision, but Pearl keeps it to herself, for now. Instead, she waits, quiet, and focuses on the shared rhythm of their breathing, and the coolness of the rain on her arm contrasting with the warmth of Rose at her back.

“I remember that part very well,” Rose says, finally, breaking her silence.

“You- you do?” Pearl blinks, shifting slightly to sit up, inexplicably hopeful. For a moment it seems the hardest thing would be not to pretend, and not to believe the pretense wholeheartedly.

“Oh, yes. You were very terrifying.”

Rose’s smile as she says that holds no hint of mockery, but as she looks away from her own image in the hologram and catches Pearl’s eye there is something new and hardened in her gaze.

“It really got me to think, you know, seeing you there in the wilderness, watching you wield a sword so skillfully. Towering over me. I’d never seen a pearl do something like that before. So imagine-”

Imagine-- Pearl’s pretend breath catches and hitches in her pretend chest, and her projection flickers out of existence.

“Imagine what could happen, what else she could do, if only given the chance. What… what other pearls could do.” A shadow passes over her face suddenly, and Rose shakes her head, curls bouncing and droplets flying, doing her best to shake something else off, too. 

“Imagine what Gems could do. And be.”

She’s thinking now, Pearl knows, of the incredible, unprecedented sight that unfolded before their very eyes and the eyes of the entire Blue Court mere Earth-days earlier: a Ruby and a Sapphire coming together to form something beyond just themselves, beyond what anyone expected either of them to ever be.

But Pearl thinks, too, of their own bizarre and wondrous almost-fusion, of the way they fell apart in the end, but not quite, of the feeling of tiny strings still pulling them together, the feeling of teetering on the edge of some great and terrifying understanding. They are close, so very close, sitting huddled under the shield, which she knows Rose could make bigger if she wanted, and she thinks, oh, how much closer could we still be--

She thinks of how the Earth has become a sanctuary. For Garnet, certainly, but also for the two of them. How, flying in the face of all reason, their time on Earth still feels safer than any spent on Homeworld.

Just the other night, they met the nearby humans as honoured guests in their little aggregation of domiciles and took part in dancing with shocking abandon around a carefully constructed open fire. Rose first, of course, ever eager to join in, but successfully urging Pearl to put her innate grace to good use, too. Garnet following them both and still curiously feeling out her own way about everything, including joy. She ended the evening holding herself with a genuine tenderness that was beautiful to witness. Rose smiled wider and brighter than Pearl had ever seen her before that night, all the way until the unfamiliar stars vanished from view and the first rays of the Earth’s sun crept up over the horizon - and how could either of them worry about anything in those precious, transcendent moments?

And where else could they possibly… be… like this? Where else could have produced Garnet?

Where else could have produced Rose Quartz?

“I want…” Rose starts, then stops, with a soft exhale and a frown, and Pearl feels an incredible desire to raise her hand and gently cup her face. So she does - they’re on Earth, after all, and isn’t that just the point? - and Rose leans into the touch immediately.

“I want to change it,” she states very simply after a little while, just as another thought forms, slowly making its way to the surface of Pearl’s mind - who else could the Earth become a sanctuary to? It feels something like that moment of almost-fusion, this immense shared notion suddenly taking hold of both of them.

“Why should Garnet ever be threatened and afraid, punished or made to feel wrong? Why should anyone? Why shouldn’t we--” Rose cuts herself off again, passion clearly mounting. Her eyes are still her own, dark and warm, always wide in curiosity and eager to take in every sight the Earth can possibly offer. But there is steel in them now, and Pearl shudders - though not unpleasantly. She traces a cheek with her thumb, meets Rose’s gaze without hesitation, and feels a matching determination mounting in herself. 

“Your imagination is wonderful, Pearl. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Where would I be without it?” Rose laughs very softly at her own bittersweet little joke, but grows serious again, even solemn, before Pearl can even think to react. “But what I want is to try to make this real.” 

She hesitates, and it is such a strange look on her. On the Rose Quartz who is always bounding forward without a second thought, flying headfirst into both revelry and danger. Then, she shifts her shield to free a hand and place it over Pearl’s. “And I think, maybe… maybe you do, too?”

What do you want? in so many tentative and hopeful little words.

“I do,” Pearl answers with a certainty she can’t quite explain. Surely it should all need so much more thought, and surely the mere act of asking a pearl what she wants is unprecedented enough to merit at least a moment of serious, careful consideration. The sheer implied scope of it is nigh unthinkable-- 

But no other answer feels possible.

And now they are on the cusp of… something. Pearl wishes she could clarify and define what it is, put words to the immense, looming shape of it, but it is beyond her, beyond both of them, beyond Garnet… and yet it revolves around them entirely. It feels like they are about to plummet, or soar, but really, with Rose, isn’t it the same in the end?

“I want to change so much,” Rose repeats, with a finality Pearl feels resonate deep within herself.

They will change it. They will change it all. Pearl feels ready to fight for this cause, if need be until the last grains of the nacreous dust of her gem settle, trampled into the ground, if she can only make all of it real. For Rose, and for Garnet, and for whoever comes after.

And maybe even, a tiny inkling of a new voice, barely there, dares to suggest, for herself.

Something to unpack another time, perhaps, Pearl thinks as she brushes it away. As blurred rays of sunlight reach them through the shield to interrupt their long stillness, she notices that the rain has for the most part stopped. The sky has cleared, the last vestiges of clouds slowly drifting off... but there is something else in it now. Streaks of colour arc across the pale blue, shockingly lively hues in perfect wavelength order.

“Pearl, look!”

The shield is gone, and Pearl suddenly feels arms around her and a cheek right next to hers, and Rose’s voice all abuzz with that familiar excitement and fascination again. 

This, this is easy. A phenomenon Pearl is entirely equipped to explain, even if she finds herself a bit… distracted by their current configuration. 

“Oh, that’s… well, there’s refraction and reflection, what with the water still in the air, and the, uh, the sun, coming from behind us.” She looks down briefly and traces, with remarkably steady fingers, a simple but pleasingly symmetrical pattern in the soft give of the arm that’s wound around her chest. “We’ve seen something similar in waterfalls, you’ll recall, only here it’s obviously on a much larger scale. But still just the sun’s rays hitting droplets of water, creating a… rather lovely illusion.”

For some reason Rose seems to find this amusing. “It’s light,” she laughs, but oh, there’s that note of wistfulness once more, “just like us.”

Just like a growing string of iridescent moments, secret and shared. Just like a sudden glow of new understanding in a hidden, flowery grove. Just like…

“It looks real to me,” Rose whispers softly, nuzzled against her cheek, and it sounds like a plea again. “Don’t you think it is?”

Pearl steps out of the embrace and turns to face her, very deliberately. She takes both of Rose’s hands in hers, and allows herself a moment to take in the contrast in size and build, and bask in the feel of them, the weight and warmth, before looking up. 

“Yes, it is.”

[moonlit-imirage]

BLOGPOST, Writing for new Media :  :My Standard Art Procedures Tutorial

     New media context

The Forefront of media made developments to many things. Before the advent we had basic handwriting and engravings, but now, we have these computers and phones to which we can port our writing and content and still remains and to this day still sprout new things that we can use from personal to organizational.

Medium - I will now use my artblog in tumblr to be my medium. This will be engraved within the interwebs and will stay here for everyone to see. Like an echo in a cave this post will be perceived, but slowly. Since I am using new media for this the affordance is automated and this will amplify the medium.

The Constraint is the limitation of neglecting this account and a significant lowered follower count, I am most active in deviantart, and well... I should be active here too.

Doing: Neglecting this account results in lower follower and exposure ratio. I can fix that by being more active and posting here.

Meaning: I linked my deviantart, but I think the deviantart account catches all the attention.

Relating: My animesqe artstyle is seems to be very relatable to other artist; that was my hypothesis on deviantart, my art tends to expose alot of skin and most of my characters are female at the expense that I expose my art to many eyes from the world, they might not like it or they may like, I think it goes on their preference.

Thinking: The Anime artstyle has been used by many and My art is very anime style like to the point of permanence.

Being: Whatever they perceive of me, is just a snippet of the real me.

With that out of the way, please enjoy my content:

We start at the forming of a blank and transparent canvas. Humble Beginnings

Stage 1 is a start and opening to the character design. The Design might be finalized, but there is more to explore. I made the lines as clean as possible and atop a transparent canvas.

Stage 2, go for the flat colors and test them out if they fit. I made this one contrast her pale skin with her shadowy dress. Flat color is a door opened and another door awaiting.

Stage 3, Shadowing the subject is a subtle but complex addition to the piece, it adds depth, volume, shape and color to the piece.

Stage 4, another subtle touch, I added color to the lines to make the character look softer and add more color to the piece.

Stage 5, My artstyle is centered around being really colorful and shiny, I added more colors and shine to make it happen. Applying Illumination to the hair to make it sparkle and shine to the metallic parts to make them gleam.

Stage 6, I always put contrast to my art pieces and I happened to add some in this piece. Some touches to the skin, the miasmic look of the clothes and make-up for the character, I always put make-up in my characters.

Stage 8, as I did on the other one I put flat colors on the veil, but this time I lowered its opacity to make it more veil like.

Stage 9, Pretty simple, apply the same concept and methods as the last one and voila, A very ghostlike veil!!

Stage 10, The character is finished, and this is where the special effects come in. I added glows on the glowing parts and made her a ghostly green aura. With this the Character design is concluded.

Stage 11, As the art begins with the sketch, one might find the background simple and clean. I used colored lines to add spice to the background.

Stage 12, As the last one, I experimented and matched the flat colors. It is still quite simple, but we work with what we have.

Stage 13, for a wedding this might be too dark, with the shadows, but She IS the Shadow bride. I used brush textures and shading to apply this effect and it is looking quite good.

Stage 14, As a wedding altar, the floor should be shiny. I made use of light colors to sweep the area and make the dark cathedral brimming with light but not too much.

Stage 15, I added a light source above the cathedral to make it look more wedding like and ghost petals falling off the roof. And thus I reach a wedding like scene. I made use of bright colors and particles for this effect.

Stage 16, With the character and background concluded all we have to do is match them together and combine them. A fitting match for the bride and the altar.

Full Artwork in better resolution and her story: https://moonlit-imirage.tumblr.com/post/620968317705928704/valerie-veil-of-phantasma-the-bells-of-the-drop

That is my procedure when making a character illustration I post my art in: Deviantart : https://www.deviantart.com/moonlitimyr In which I am the most active at Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/moonlit-imirage In which I have neglected and must post more.

[lokisasylum]

Get to know me tag

I was tagged by: @utopiajeon

LETS GO, LETS GO!

Name: LoKi

Zodiac: Chaotic Neutral Aries

Height: 5’2 (we short AF)

Time: 4:01 AM

Last movie I saw: I… don’t remember? I don’t watch TV or go to the movies so--

Last thing I googled: Something on twitter

Favorite musician:

Breaking Benjamin (BB 4evah!!)

BTS

Chase Atlantic

Digital Daggers 

Halsey

Songs stuck in your head:

 “Interstate Love Song” by Stone Temple Pilots (cause I heard it at a Baskin Robbins last night and it’s a personal fav from when I was in middle school)

 “Tony Montana” by Agust D feat. Jimin

Other blogs:

ArsenicButterfly – my aesthetics blog

LoKiRaseNgAn-FC – my artblog

Do I get asks?: No, not really and thanks to some immature and racist shits I usually close them.

Why did i choose my username:

I believe that when I first created my tumblr it was during the dreaded “Deviantart Purge”, which was very similar to what happened on tumblr with the whole “mature content no longer allowed” BS and a lot of people migrated to other platforms like Livejournal, MangaBox (no longer exists), ect and at the time Disturbed had launched their album “Asylum”. So instead of just re-using my deviantart name, I combined “Loki” with “Asylum” and voila.

Following: I dunno, maybe 19 peeps?

Dream trip: In THIS economy???

Amount of sleep: Well technically its 8 hours…I mean I usually go to bed at 5-6 AM, wake up at 11-12, so--

Lucky number: 7 & 13

What am i wearing: pink pj bottoms and a grey shirt

Favorite food: pasta, especially if I make it.

Dream job:

*SIGH* my “dream job” used to be working at this supposed prestigious museum that I admired as a kid. But then when I finally started working in it, saw how poorly we were treated, how little they were paying us and how there was absolutely zero chance to grow within the institution unless you suck someone’s d*ck to get a “semi-decent” position “upstairs”… yeah… I guess you can say that my dream is pretty much dead at this point in my life. So I’m just trying to find whatever’s available to help me get by. 

Play any instruments: I don’t even have talent for that.

Languages: Spanish & English. A bit of Japanese, trying to learn Korean and I can read Latin.

Relationship status: ♫ I’m the one I should looooooooooovvvveeeee, uh oh, In thiiiisss world ♫

Favorite color: RED

Three books:

Demian

The sun and her flowers (rupi kaur)

The Way Of Shadows (Brent Weeks)

Three tv shows: I don’t watch TV

Book i’m reading right now: “the sun and her flowers” by rupi kaur

How many blankets do you sleep with: one

Anything i want:

Get a job that pays

Move out of my house

Go to a BTS concert before they disband (LOL I’m being realistic OKAY?!)

Favorite song: “Paper bag princess” by Digital Daggers

Favorite season: winter

Hair color: blood red

Favorite animals: dogs, owls

Favorite fictional character: Kenshin Himura & Dante

Do you have a crush on tumblr: my mutuals❤️

Played any sports: I hated playing sports

Describe yourself in aesthetic:

Galaxies

Polaroids

Grunge

 Coffee

 Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 4 songs:

“Glubina (depth)” – Kristian Kostov

“Show me” – Sandro Silva

“Wild” – Chymed

“Lips on you” – Maroon5

 Ever had a song or poem written about you?

No

When was the last time you played air guitar?

I think I air-guitar any day I cook with music on

Celebrity crush: Park Jimin! Park Jimin! (BTS).

What sound you hate? Love?

Does they sound of kids screaming after school count?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes

Do you believe in aliens?

Might as well right?

Do you drive? If so, have you crashed?

Yes and no.

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

One time, while working at the museum, I was taking care of a small garden we had with a few co-workers. That day I was watering the plants alone with a watering pot I had bought (those green plastic ones) and I guess I hadn’t realized that there was this plastic fragment that stuck out from the bottom, so while watering the plants my hand slips (cause the watering pot is wet and heavy). Next thing I know my hands is bleeding A LOT. Luckily it didn’t leave a scar or anything.

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Ew???

Do you have any obsession right now?

Writing, drawing, taking care of my cacti children lol & BTS

Do you hold any grudges?

Yep, its in my aries nature.

Random fact: I use my feet to pick up stuff.

 I tag: @guincoleridge @puchipanicc @jiminshisstuff

[espytalks]

Tagged by @medicinemane

Rules: answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better

Nickname: Just call me espy.

Zodiac: Libra. I think cancer’s my moon sign, in case that matters.

Height: tall enough to reach the bottom shelf, but too short to reach the top.

Time: by the time this posts it’ll be about 6:30 in the morning.

Favorite band/artist: or3o, caleb hyles, the musical ghost, and i like some of da game’s music. 

Song stuck in my head: it switches around a lot. right now it's this really inappropriate cover of asgore’s theme, and i hate it so much.

Last movie I saw: i think moana? it’s been a few weeks since i saw anything. it’s really friggin good though, i’ve watched it quite a few times.

Last thing I googled: jordan smith. i was gonna list him as one of my favorite artists just now but i decided against it. I mainly just wanted to make sure i was thinking of the right person. the tab’s still open, too lol.

Other blogs: well i have a few. my main account is @espeonna, my art blog is @espy-art, and i have a couple of failed ask blogs i don’t want to link to, since i’m kinda ashamed of them.

Do I get asks: not often. what you see me post is about all i ever get.

Why did I choose this username: i dunno who started calling me espy first, but it became my nickname, and several years ago i made my artblog to keep my main blog and art blog seperate. a few years after that i decided to make a personal blog. i decided to call it espytalks, since why not just make it obvious what this blog is for?

Following: does it matter? enough to see a lot of good quality content, and the occasional funny meme. and plenty of good art from various fandoms.

Average amount of sleep: look, i could theoretically keep an accurate up-to-date mathmatical count of the average amount of time i spend asleep, but it’ll neither fix when i actually should be sleeping nor make me feel good about myself. it’s about quality, not quantity, and i sleep fine.

Lucky number: 8. 

What am I wearing: uhm atm it doesn’t matter, since when i take a shower i’ll just put on something comfy.

Dream job: i’d love to work in the animation industry somewhere.

Dream Trip: oh there’s lots of places i wanna go. i really do wish i could go to bronycon next year, but i looked at how much it’d cost and it’s definitely not gonna happen. i’d also love to visit disneyland in california. 

also right now, it’s not so much a dream trip as much as i’d like to go back and tour st augustine again. i haven't been since i was a kid, but we did some stuff there that was super fun. i especially loved the ghost tour and ripley’s museum. dunno if either of those are still a thing.

Favourite Food: sour cream and cheddar flavored chips.

Play any instruments: is mayonnaise an instrument?

Eye colour: a greenish blue.

Hair Colour: it’s naturally a dirty blonde, but i like to dye it purple. it’s faded a lot, though, so it’s kinda a mix of light blonde and pastel purple.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: soft pastel colors, mainly of a purplish scheme, clouds, bubbles, thick blankets, sketchbooks, pencils with cute decorations, glasses of water with paintbrushes in them next to a pan of watercolors, the soft smile of someone too shy to speak, the sound of rain, and the smell of cheap ramen noodles.

Languages you speak: just english. i know scattered words in spanish and japanese, and in spanish i know enough to say i can’t speak spanish.

Most iconic song: “Waving through a window” by owl city. and “for just one day let’s only think about love” from steben uniberse.

Random fact: did i ever tell y’all i broke my arm when i was a kid? i was trying to fly a kite and ride a bike at the same time, and i fell. it’s been so long i can’t remember feeling pain, but i do remember vividly crying screaming at my brother and our neighborhood friend to get help. the cast i got was purple, and hated it so much purple was my least favorite color for years. 

not too long after that, my mom and dad told me we were going to disney world! so all the pictures of me are of me in that cast lol. As if i’ll never forget that specific shade of blue-purple.

I don’t want to tag anyone, so do this if you want.

[zichqecs-hoard]

Some thoughts...

You may have noticed I’ve been mostly inactive here over the past few weeks. My family has been moving, and I haven’t had the time or energy (or internet) for Tumblr.

And, to make a long story short, I’ve decided to keep it that way. I’ll put my reasons why under a cut, mostly so I can look back at this later if I’m ever wondering why I left in the first place.

My artblog, @zichqec, as well as any other blogs I have a hand in will continue to update as normal. I’ll also likely reblog some of my friends artwork or any helpful posts about art here, but otherwise I’m going to stop looking at my dashboard.

I’m also likely going to unfollow a lot of people, in much the same way as I’m trying to cut down on the amount of stuff I own to get a fresh start. At this point I skip about 75% of what’s on my dash anyways, so the less content that’s popping up there, the less distracting it should be. No hard feelings if we’re mutuals and I unfollow you, it’s nothing to do with you. Chances are I follow you somewhere else anyways or we talk on Discord, so I’ll see you there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’ll be on Deviantart mainly, now. It’s much easier to keep up with than Tumblr.

As for why I’m leaving... the main reason is that Tumblr is a huge timesink that is adding nothing to my life right now. I spend half an hour scrolling through my dashboard, skipping over most of the content, and then I have a tendency to check it repetitively throughout the day if I don’t really feel like working on anything else. I’m sick of doing that, I want time back in my day to do things. Especially now as I’m moving into the next phase of my life, where I need as much time as I can possibly get.

I originally joined Tumblr because I wanted to keep up with the Undertale fandom, and all the comics I wanted to read were here. But now, the majority of the people I was watching for comics have either finished said comics, or quit them. The ones that are still posting I mostly already follow on DeviantArt, and the rest... I’ll find a way to check back on them now and then.

Tumblr is... really tiring. And I feel better without being attached to it. Much, much better. I like posting to it mostly for the queue, since I don’t have to worry about it and it keeps me uploading regularly, and I do like the ask function. But I don’t need to be constantly on my dashboard to use that.

This is the reason I usually stay as far from social media as I can. I slipped up a bit this time because Undertale was a thing that was happening, and I’d never been part of such an active fandom before. But now that it’s been a few years... I think it’s time to pull away again.

Anyways, so there’s a mishmash of my thoughts on the topic. Hopefully that makes some sort of sense ^^;

[captainthane]

Merry Christmas and Happy New year !

So I am wishing you merry christmas one day before because we will all be busy to celebrate it with our family and friends :D. I wish to all of you the best and a lot of happiness. I want to thank a couple of people in this post too. Let’s do this !

@xxmileikaivanaxx My dear sis. 2017 was not easy for you at all. You have been through a lot but you never gave up. You continue to fight no matter what. You are such a wonderful and strong person. I am so happy to have you in my life. I wish you the best and I hope 2018 will be nice for you. You are one of the bests people in my life. You are so awesome. Love you a lot sis <3. You are the best :D.

@scartale-an-undertale-au If I don’t say any mistake, you don’t celebrate Christmas right ? Well it doesn’t prevent me to wish you happiness. You are an amazing person and friend. I think you are one of the best surprises in 2017 for me. אני רוצה שתהיה מאושר, שיהיו לך רגעים גדולים בחייך. כדי להרגיש חופשי ומוכן לחלוק את חייך עם אנשים כמוני. אני מעריץ אותך. נותר נחוש. 

@azy-arty Dear Azy. You are such an incredible person. I love talking with you and I also love sharing many things with you. I wish you the best and also a lot of good moments with @paintingit you two are so cute and adorable. I wish you the happiness to both of you. You two will meet in 2018. I will try to do my best to help you two as much as I can. Love you a lot because you are a bestie. Stay yourself, stay awesome.

@cocoeiyou Coco you are an extraordinary person. You are so smart and you always do your best. You are lovely and adorable. You are a great friend. I wish you happy holidays and happy new year :D. See you soon :D.

@hiimtryingtounderfell Kaito. My dear Kaito. You don’t imagine how much you mean for me. You really are awesome. You are so strong, so lovely, sweet and nice. I am so glad to call you a bestie. You are the best. Thank you for everything Kaito. I love you a lot :D.

@zeragii Thank you for every discussions we have. You are such a great friend and you are always so supportive with me. Really thank you so much. I love listening to you when we can :D. Merry Christmas and stay yourself because you are wonderful :D.

@thefriedfox you are the best little sis I could have had. You are so cute and amazing. I wish you the best and I hope you will be happy as often as it’s possible :D. Merry Christmas !

@z-artblog You are amazing and awesome. Your art is outstanding and impressive. I hope you will be able to be happy with @lueduartv-cartoons because you two are just exceptional.

@deusn My sun bro ! I am super glad our bond became stronger. I love the way you are. Don’t change, you are super amazing like this. You make a lot of people happy and I wish you the best with Evie. You are super incredible and sweet. Wish you the best sun bro *high five*

@chronictale Ali how can I forget you ? You are super kind and sweet with me everytime. You are such an adorable and great friend. You should know how impressive you are. No one is like you. You are truly awesome. Love you !

@lazycb Lazy, you came from nowhere but you came like a ray of sunshine. You are really pure, sweet and so kind. You really are a great friend. I want to hug you so bad sometimes XD. I wish you Merry Christmas, see you soon :D.

@ayahne You were so supportive with me during this year. I thank you a lot for that. You are an amazing and lovely friend. I will always support you no matter what because you clearly deserve it a lot. Stay awesome and determined !

@nxsuper can’t say much apart I love our interactions :D. You are so funny and so cool ! Bless you nx. You are irreplaceable !

@delicatewizardstranger You are so pure and precious Wizzy. Never forget how magic and incredible you are. Stay determined buddy, you deserve happiness a lot !

@wildstarfan of course I needed to thank my best follower. You are wonderful and I can’t wait to interact with you more in the future :D.

I don’t forget anyone. I wish you to all of you a merry christmas and a happy new year. @everyone let’s make sure 2018 will be a nice year for everybody. You are all so awesome. STAY DETERMINED. STAY YOURSELF. STAY INCREDIBLE.

[ainudraws]

Yo hey u fab artist u, I gotta a question. Um, I kinda want to start an artblog but I don't really do digital art, and I think not all of ur art is digital, so how do u get good quality pics of traditional art? When I try to take pictures it looks fuzzy, and u can't really see the lines that well, or its just bad quality and then I don't want to post it. Any tips on how to fix that?

Hey you, fab anon!

It’s great that you want to start your own art blog. I think every artist should do that, even if they think they’re not good enough, because, after a while, your followers and even yourself will be able to see how much you’ve improved and the best part is that they can be witnesses of your growth.

As you said, most of my art is traditional; I love black and white drawings with ink and coloring with comic markers, and, to be honest, it’s a huge challenge to get the digital image to look as good as the original piece.

I don’t usually “take pictures” of them. I use a scanner connected to a pc or a laptop where I edit them using photoshop. I you use photoshop, it’s important to know how to use the infinite editing options that the program offers.

Start with the image adjustments and play with the options there; learn what each of them do to your piece and think of how do you want to turn out. Do you want to change the colors? Or do you want to look as much as possible as your original piece?

An usual problem is that the whites aren’t as white as the paper so you can use ‘levels’ to fix that, even to darken the colors as much as you want, making the contrast more visible. 

To fix the colors (if they’re not as cool as on your original piece) use 'selective color’ to fix each color separately: reds, yellows, greens… even neutrals, blacks and whites. Be careful to not to change them too much, being subtle is better.

 If you see that your image is too yellowish or too blueish use 'color balance’ to fix it (remember to use the complementary color to do it).

If you’re not happy with the results, I encourage you to keep playing around with the options! If you’re inexperienced I assure you that you will improve in no time.

It is true that some times I take pictures of them, the stickers I make, for example. If you don’t own a scanner you will have to use a camera to show your art to the rest of the world. My first advice: don’t try to use it as a scanner, don’t try to take pictures to make them look like you scanned them, all straight and from above the piece. For aesthetic purposes, you can set the materials you used to create your art next to it, like pencils, pens, markers… 

The key is to try to make your pictures as bright as possible and the colors vibrant. If you can get to make the picture clear enough to to make the strokes of the pen, marker or brush, visible, even better. Because that is what is so cool about traditional art, that you don’t have to fake the texture of the paint or the paper.

The most important things:

Light! Take the picture during day light. Use a lamp if you feel like you need to to fill the shadows from the opposite side of the window, but have in mind that natural light will give you a blueish color on the paper while the bulb light will add a yellowish one.

Editing! If you use your phone to take the picture I’m sure you will have some apps to edit pictures. Try to turn up the exposure and the contrast to make the whites even whiter and the blacks even blacker xD

Filters! If your drawing is a black and white piece you can alway try to use a b/w filter!

And the most important thing: CLEAN THE LENSES before taking the picture! It has happened to me before that the camera was filthy and it took me a while to realice why my pictures were so shitty lmao.

Sadly, in the end, the quality of your camera has a lot to do with the final results.

I hope this will help you! And if you start your art blog, don’t forget to send me the link because i will love to follow it!!