#i still need to figure out different light source stuff

[lixenn]

Annnd we are back to drawing ocs again!

@mimiruku your recents post about Blood & Peppers were inspiring 😆💜✨👍🏼and the Yamantaka art especially urged me to take my tablet out.

So...

*throws oc art at you and runs*

The colours and the hair my dude... they were just so pretty I needed to draw him so bad 😭 Also it was good practice for different perspectives since I kinda slacked on that with my recent art lol

[charmvinyl]

ok many more shy sugar daddy art thoughts

one thing i will say... this is my first time writing smut. probably some inconsistencies probably has some issues. constructive criticism appreciated!!! also reader is pretty fem... pink slip, princess nickname, the works. switch!art?? ish?? he's just happy to be there and takes whatever u give him. also i don't know how to write people coming i stared at this for genuinely 20 minutes figuring out how to write the end and had like no luck... hope u enjoy!!!

this man is a PUSHOVER! he is absolutely infatuated with you. it's been so long since he's felt truly needed and loved and wanted in the affection u and so he's willing to do anything to make you happy. you glance at a purse? he's buying it in 2 different colors. you make an offhand comment about being hungry? his chef is making you your favorite pasta. he just wants to keep you happy and needing him! (ok the needing aspect is a diff rabbit hole i could go down about how he becomes dependent on and obsessed with your validation but that's a diff conversation..)

so, when you tell him that you want him to fuck you, he's tripping head over heels to get you to the bedroom. you push him back onto the bed and he looks up at you with the most dazed look, like you're some sort of angel. a little bit of drool peeks out of the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are unfocused as he looks at you-- adorned in a light pink silk slip, one he picked out.

"princess, i don't want you to do anything you don't want to, you know, just because i'm giving you stuff doesn't mean--"

you quiet him with a deep kiss, lips melding to each other. his hand slides up your back and cradles you delicately. "i want to, artie! don't you wanna make your girl happy?"

his girl. his pants tent at the thought.

you're soaked, but not quite wet enough to take his cock. "mnn, baby, please," he groans up at you, "i wanna taste you." you clamber over his panting body and lower yourself onto his face, panties pushed to the side.

"my prince always gets what he wants."

he eats you like a man starved, like lapping at your pussy is his life source-- dives his tongue in and out of your hole, letting his nose bump your clit. he doesn't deprive your clit of stimulation either, moving his mouth up to suckle on the bud. your moans ring through the room- you swear, every time art eats you out and his hands grip like a vice to your thighs, you get an inch closer to heaven. the only thing in the room louder than your moans are his; he loves his girl and he loves tasting her. it's him that's about to make you cum. it's him that's doing something good and righteous. tension builds in your stomach quickly, right about to snap, so you grind your pussy on his mouth, letting his tongue do most of the work for you. before long, you're reaching your peak--- leaned over, your nails scratching his abs, a loud moan ripping itself from your chest.

"fuck, artie, you did so good," you whimper breathlessly. "so perfect f'me, always"

his boxers are tented and sticky with precum. the second you move off of his face and down to where his aching cock is, he's capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, your wetness still on his tongue. he wants to devour all of you, bit by bit. wants to make you his.

"baby," you pant, "wanna ride you, please, fuck, can i?"

"anything you want, sweetheart, anything."

he's slightly sat up by this point, his back pressing against the headboard. you palm his painfully hard cock through his boxers and he lets out a broken whine "please, princess-" your hand moves under his waistband and moves to slide them down his legs. he shifts his hips up so that you can get them down his legs.

you climb over him and rest your hands on his shoulders. he runs his hands over the silk slip and moves down to the hem, his fingers skating over the exposed skin of your hips. he grips it and pulls it over your head, baring your chest to him.

"fuck," he whispers, "you're so gorgeous, baby, don't know what i'd do without you"

finally, you slowly sink down onto his cock. the stretch burns, but it doesn't matter-- the pain will meld into pleasure soon. you take art inch by inch until his dick is fully buried inside you. he throws his head back and lets out an almost painful moan. he says your name like you're his savior, come to deliver him from evil. maybe in some contorted way, you have. gripping his shoulders, you start to move yourself on his cock, grinding down on his pelvis, moving forward and backward. art swears it's the greatest thing he's ever felt. that is, until you start bouncing on his cock. his moans are so loud that even in his mansion, you're afraid the neighbors can hear. carnal sounds of desperation come from his chest. he's claiming you, breeding you. you're his, and that knowledge makes the tight heat of your pussy feel insurmountably better.

his moans, though, have grown too loud for you. you can barely hear the squelch of your pussy over art's mindless expressions of pleasure. so, you dip your fingers to where his lengthy cock slides in and out of you, gather some of the slick that's dripped from your pussy, and shove two of your fingers into his pretty, waiting mouth. his initial look of confusion morphs into one of pleasure, and he swirls his tongue around your coated fingers.

your orgasm is slowly building, a tight knot forming in your stomach as art's cock rubs against your g-spot, over + over. he's close, too. even though his noise is restricted by your fingers, loose moans fall from his lips and his hips grind upwards.

"y'gonna cum for me, princess?" he questions, breathless.

"fuck, yes, artie-- almost there, oh, just like that!"

he's gripping your hips now, slamming up into your dripping cunt. "shit--baby, m almost there, wanna cum inside--"

"course you can baby. want you to breed me, make me yours"

your words send him over the edge. digging his fingers into your plush thighs, he paints your walls white, rope after rope coating you and dripping out of your cunt. the feeling of his cum inside you is heavenly, and makes you throw back your head in a moan, cunt spasming around his cock and your vision going white.

when you come to, you're laid down on art's chest. his fingers run through your hair, and he kisses your palm. maybe, just maybe, he thinks about what you'd look like with a ring on your finger.

OHHDHEJSKEJSKSKROLWKKFKWKEEKDKFE im crashing out so fucking bad THANK you for giving me shy sugar daddy art who just wants to please his girl… i don’t even have anything to add because this was perfect but … im gonna need more thoughts on art’s growing dependency on reader like.. yes hes doing every and any thing to keep u around. because he couldn’t keep tashi— be the loyal lapdog she wanted, so of course he isn’t going to make that mistake again!!!!!!

[awkwardambivert789]

crack-ish e-soul theory (spoilers for ep 4 and ep 5 preview):

HE DIDN'T KILL MOON

Ok ok, hear me out!! We've already seen multiple E-Souls in his Unlock PV right? There's:

1) Gray armor E-Soul

2) Light armor E-Soul (probably just Gray in a different suit)

3) Gold armor E-Soul

And the last one matches with the one we see in ep 4:

Who doesn't seem to be the one aiming at Moon [1]. So if this one is presumably innocent, then what is he doing there? I'd like to tie it back to this moment in the Unlock PV:

Why is Gold trying to kill Gray? Well, what if one of them isn't supposed to exist? I've seen theories of time travel or alternate universes to explain the multiple E-Souls, but I think there's a more likely culprit: the Trust System. E-Soul is said to be a long-time "legendary hero." We've already seen that the system tends to interpret beliefs quite literally, so what if Gray, who may be the retired/dead original E-soul (and perhaps also the originator of the Trust System [2]), is canonized as a legend? As in he manifests from people's continued belief [3] in him or his power. It's not so farfetched - we've already seen a dead man walking purely because people believed his replacement really was him. If you stretch that a little further, a more legendary hero - a subject of urban myths - could walk amongst the populace/the living once more, without needing a body double.

Our E-Soul successor(?) in the ep 5 preview was rescued by Gray, and at that point, it might actually be him.

That might've been why our successor was led to masquerade as E-Soul at Mighty Glory's children's theater - to retell the story of a hero who appears to vanquish tormentors of children (and to generate more belief for him perhaps). It's not clear whether or not Gray's out of the picture yet at this point, since there was a seven-year gap where that could've happened:

The E-soul employed by Mighty Glory seven years ago was Gray, yet the one operating in the present day is Gold. Somewhere between those points, Gray retired/died and Gold, our baby successor, replaced him, maybe more ethically/transparently than Nice was. But unlike how Nice was replaced, people still have such strong beliefs tied to the "old E-Soul" because he was a much older hero than Nice, with more tales to his name. Those stories accumulated into a ghost-like manifestation of Gray, who maybe goes around and embodies himself. You know, stuff like...

Believing that heroes must "bear the trust of the people" and "pay the price that comes along" - to the point that he killed Moon for betraying the trust of the people by 1) lying about her death and 2) for still possessing powers without using them for the people [4]. And that’s why it was only when she was reaching for the teleporter, the source of her power, that he killed her [5].

And so the scene with Gold trying to kill Gray is misdirection!! From Gray's POV, it looks like Gold is the ghostly, hostile one. However, perhaps Gold, our present-day E-Soul, is trying to stop the afterimage of Gray from eliminating heroes he deems unworthy.

It's a bit of a shaky theory, I know, but I think it can set up some nice (heh) themes for E-Soul's arc that tie into the ones already developed in the Nice arc. How to live up to the example set by your predecessor, and whether or not you should. What responsibilities or duties a hero has to their supporters. Is it right to continue the legend - to ride on the legacy - of a beloved figure? etc, etc.

tldr: In the words of me and my lil bro, @nightbittensprite, E-Soul's a "power ranger Ultraman man"

Since I'm writing this instead of the actual essay for school I should be writing, I might as well cite my sources lol

[1] @sirobumblebee [2] @supremefloof [3] me ("source: my brain" ☝️😌) [4] @miyamiwu [5] @gotta-bail-my-quails

[dead-inside-demiboy]

I still enjoy Sander sides a fuck ton, but I've been out of the fandom for years now. That being said, I've been rewatching it recently and here's a really cool thing I've noticed!

So while they are characters and all of the sides feel fully fleshed out and realistic, they are also aspects personified and it was done SO WELL

Like of course Logan would get very stuck up and controlling with certain stuff, that's how logic operates. Especially with adhd, logic is usually the voice of guilt in the back of your head when you do things wrong. On the other end, logic is also silly, you sometimes remember something random for no reason. And of course Logan gets ignored a lot! How often do you listen to your logic 100%?

Of course Roman is grand and has large ambitions too big for his boots, that's what creativity feels like. Yes, Roman will be self centered, because if you're an artist (like Thomas) creativity is a big source of pride for you, especially if you post online. Roman being insecure makes sense when you think of imposter syndrome and how popular Thomas is. Obviously Roman loves Disney and cartoons, they actively spur on creative juices.

Of course Patton is pushy and controlling with his beliefs, that's what morality does! Growing up religious would only make that more extreme. Of course he's commonly listened to and taken at face value, your ethics/morals are some of the heaviest driving forces when they kick in, and it takes a lot to shift them. Obviously he's the least mature, your morals are instilled when you're young and you never really grow out of them. But he's also a dad because older male figures are stereotypically the ones that teach you morals in the first place!

Of course Virgil is so rude in the beginning but gets an acceptance arc, anxiety is a bitch to live with that fucks with everything else, but you need to learn to work with it, not against it, similar to any other emotion. He used to be part of the dark sides cause when you don't know what to do with feelings like that, you end up pushing them down or hurting yourself. He hates not being taken seriously because when you completely ignore and blow off your alarm bells it puts you in active danger!

Speaking of, Dark sides tangent! First of all, they aren't really the "bad" parts, they're just the parts of Thomas that he bottled up or tried to hide from himself. And the name "dark sides" is so good, cause it's like the dark side of the moon! Just as important as the light side, just different, harder to see if you aren't actively looking, and often ignored or viewed as "worse"

Tangent over. So!

Of course Janus's main role is to hide the other dark sides! He's representation of what happens when somebody hides parts of themselves. He has a villian and snake persona cause of religious reasons and because deceit is viewed as one of those bad things that need to be bottled up! He is at the core of a lot of self preservation and caring of others because for Thomas, that is the only time he's used Deceit so it's all that he can do.

Of course Remus is equally as prideful as Roman, he has the same issues with imposter syndrome! Of course he has a bunch of gore and sex jokes/ideas, he's the creative parts that morals state are "bad". Unlike Roman who's usually on topic, Remus goes constantly off tangent because that is what your wilder/more experimental side of creativity does! It just spits shit out and you figure out what sticks!

Its very similar to Greek mythology and idk! I just love when personification is done super well while making the characters still feel human!

[bvbygrl-writes]

Season of The Witch (3)

Pairing: Jacob Black x Witch!Reader x Edward Cullen

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) is 19 and still trying to figure out the world. She isn't sure of a lot of things but she is sure of one: she's gonna have her cake and eat it too.

A/N: Edward's here!

Warnings: N/A but it will be 18+ at some point most likely. Minors and blanks dni. Also I didn't edit any of it so ignore any typos.

The morning sunlight streamed in gently through every window in your room. The sounds of birds and crickets singing in a chorus together were the first sounds you awoke to. The only way you knew last night wasn’t a dream was from the text on your phone from Jacob, letting you know he was looking forward to seeing you. You felt dizzy with delight, sending him a reply to know you were looking forward to seeing him too.

Stretching as you stand up, you walk over to the balcony, opening the doors as you step out into the unusually warm Fall air. Looking down, you see the progress your mom has made in such a short time in the yard. A pergola now sat near the edge, a beautiful outdoor dining table sat under it with string lights that had not yet been turned on. Directly below your window, she had began on a garden. Strawberries, blueberries, tomatoes, pumpkins, and many different types of herbs were already in bloom, despite the season. Looking to your left, you saw her floating near the window to your dad’s office. She was finishing planting a few flowers in a planter box she had added. She smiled as she noticed you, flying over a bit as she perched her elbows on the railing of your balcony.

“Good morning, sweetie. I couldn’t sleep last night, I was too excited to start decorating! I have so many ideas blooming.” she gushed to you enthusiastically. You yawn, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes as you give her a soft smile.

“It looks amazing so far mom. Just be careful, it’s broad daylight. Anyone could walk by and see you flying and sprouting stuff from the ground.” you remind her. She rolls her eyes, waving you off.

“Already ahead of ya. I put a veil over the house so to anyone, it’ll just look like I’m on a ladder. Me and your dad had breakfast already since he had to be in for work early but I left you a plate in the kitchen!” your stomach grumbles at the mention of breakfast. “Also I left a list of potion supplies we’re growing low on, do you think you could head into the woods after you’re dressed and get them for me?” you nod lazily and she squeezes your hand gently before floating back over to the window, continuing her meticulous flower planting.

After you’ve gotten ready for the day, you head down to the kitchen. On the counter, there’s a plate of pancakes, fresh maple syrup, and a bowl of fruit. You see the list stuck to the fridge with a magnet. Taking your plate to the dining room, you begin looking the list over as you scarf down your breakfast. Everything should be easy enough to gather. 

Placing your plate into the dishwasher, you toss the list in your satchel before grabbing some twine and a basket near the back door. As you step out of it, you notice the entrance your mom must’ve made for you to the forest. The trees are braided around each other in a circular shape, flowers woven throughout.

There’s not a clear path as you go deeper but that doesn’t scare you. Waving your hand, a golden luminous line follows behind you so you can easily find your way back home. With your list floating near your head with a pen, you start to search for the first ingredient.

“Mugwort…mugwort…ah, there it is!” Taking out a pair of plant sheers, you cut a nice amount, your twine floating out of your bag to tie the bushel up before it floats back to your open bag. The enchanted pen crosses it out from the list. “Just eight more things to go.” you mutter to yourself. Hopefully the rest would be as easy to find.

With eight out of nine things gathered, you just needed the final one: water from a natural source. As you went further and further into the woods, you could hear running water. Turning left, you walked forward finally finding the source of the sound. There was a small creek running further than your eyes could see. Taking out a mason jug, you leaned down to the water filling it up. It was going well enough until you heard a noise. It was fast footsteps and from the sound of it, it was getting closer to you. Standing up with your half filled jar, you got prepared in a stance.

 An unnaturally fast blur was a few feet from you. Without a second thought, you shook your hands raising them above your head. Thick vines and roots began to raise, wrapping tightly around the creature which you now could identify as a…person? If you could even call him that. The man before you was gorgeous, his face looking as if it was chiseled from marble. But something was different about him. He was unusually pale, with eyes of gold and pretty pink lips. You watched as he struggled in the vines, an intense look on his face until his eyes met you. Your mouth was agape, eyes wide as you approached him.

“What…what are you? You’re clearly warm blooded but you’re definitely not human.” he said in an aggressive tone. Waving your hand, you released him from the vines. He wasted no time in approaching you, a mere inches away from you. Your head began to throb a bit. Was he…

“Are you trying to read my mind?” you questioned, scowling at him. Your mom had taught you how to block your thoughts from other occults but it always came at a cost. You got a small headache whenever you did so. His eyes widened, staggering back a bit.

“Yes but…how did you do that? I could get into your mind but, I was blocked from your thoughts.” he responded in amazement. He reached out, grabbing your face in both his hands, causing you to shudder. His hands were as cold as ice. The speed, his body temperature, the color of his eyes. It was all starting to make sense now. 

“Vampire?”

“Witch?”

You both said at the same time. You both step back from each other, scared of what the other may do, not knowing that neither of you were a threat. “I thought all witches went extinct during Salem.” he said. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Clearly not. They did a number on us but many of us exist, although most are outside of America. But as you know, we’re not an enemy to none but a friend to all.” you explain. He steps closer to you, running a hand down your shoulder.

“Amazing.” he answers breathlessly. Looking up at him, you get an even better look at his features now. He truly is a sight to behold. Before you can say another word, he’s on the ground as a shirtless man you’re quite familiar with attacks him.

“Get away from her, bloodsucker!” Jacob shouts. Your eyes widen in shock. The two of them roll around on the ground, attacking each other. There are punches thrown left and right and Jacob is surprisingly holding his weight well. But you’re not sure if either one will live if they go on like this. And you know if Jacob gets any more angry, he might wolf out.

You blow air from your mouth, a big swarm of wind towards them. The both fly back from one another, landing on the ground with a thud. Even with the cuts on his body, Jacob still looks up at you with concern.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asks, standing up with a grunt as he rushes to your side. He grabs your face, looking it over for any signs of damage. You place your hand over his, causing him to look into your eyes. He relaxes at your touch some.

“I’m okay, Jacob honestly. I can hold my own quite well. Plus,” you look over at the vampire who’s now standing up, near you but far enough away that Jacob can’t touch him. “He’s no threat. I read into his mind a little, Edward is no threat.” Edward smiles at that, causing Jacob to growl, pulling you back flush into his chest. 

“Well that’s not fair. You can read mine but yours is off limits?” He asks. Jacob’s grip tightens on you some.

“You don’t deserve to know a single thought in her head.” He spits out, causing Edward to look up at him with a scowl. You could tell Jacob was slowly losing his composure. Releasing yourself from his grip, you grab his hand tugging him back towards the direction you came.

“Let’s just go, Jake. You were going to show me around, remember?” You ask, looking up at him. He looks down at you smiling, squeezing your hand some. You put his mind at ease, bringing him a sense of calm just from being near him. Looking back over your shoulder, you see Edward still watching you. “The name’s (Y/n) by the way.”

When you’re finally back to your house, you see a motorcycle parked in your driveway, a helmet hanging from the right handle. You look from the bike to Jacob. “This yours?” you ask him, walking around the bike as you inspect it.

“Yeah, I built it myself. I’m pretty good with things like that.” he shrugs, as if it’s no big deal. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls something out. Stepping towards you, he motions for you to turn around. You do so, lifting your hair as he places a necklace around your neck. It’s a gold necklace with a pendant of a wolf on it. You hold the charm in your hand, smiling. “I noticed the other day you like to wear a lot of necklaces so I made this one for you.”

“Wait, you made this? Jake this is amazing! Thank you, really, thank you.” you say, turning around to hug him. He instantly reciprocates it, his hands trailing up and down your back before kissing the top of your head.

“A special girl deserves a special gift. And you…are a special girl.” He whispers the last part, pulling back from you. You bite your lip nervously, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet.

“I feel like since you know my…secret, it’s only right that I tell you I know yours too.” his eyes widen before he looks away, turning his attention to the ground. “It’s okay, I think it’s cool. I saw your tattoo and recognized the symbol from one of my occult history books. You know, witches and werewolves have worked alongside each other for centuries.” you tell him, grabbing his hand. He lets out a sigh of relief, massaging your hand in his.

“I grew up hearing legends about witches but I wasn’t aware they were still around. I guess it was written in the stars for us to get along so well.” he says, handing you the helmet as he mounts the bike. You put it on, strapping it in place before hopping on behind him. You wrap your arms around his middle, leaning against his back.

“I guess so.”

4

[blissfulchimera]

Deltarune Chapters 3 & 4 are coming out tomorrow, & with finally getting around to fighting Chapter 2’s secret boss (one of my all time favorite characters), I finally put together an idea I’m super happy with on my own secret boss OC!!

I introduce you to…

EDISON

———————————————————————————————————————————————————— Edison is a Darkner made up of old & useless holiday decorations, ones whose electric lights have long since stopped working. Nevertheless, he needs that electricity to survive, forever chained to his power source, risking death even by trying to step out the door for a minute.

He was a protector, a guardian to the people, vigilant outside their homes… but when he stopped being able to glow, he could no longer hold off the beasts of the night. He had failed them.

The thing Edison wants more than anything is to obtain his own personal FIRE, one that would let him live & glow forever, one that would let him be the best jack-o-lantern of all. When Kris enters the Dark World he calls home, he figures that Santa Claus has finally come to town, & that they will be the one to finally grant him the GIFT OF FIRE. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————

So that’s Edison ladies, gentlemen, & all other lovely people!

Some notes on his design, he’s obviously got a pumpkin head, but despite what you may think, it’s actually plastic; the black spots are grime & other debris, not mold. Additionally, his cloak is, maybe obviously but I just want to make sure it comes across, a trash bag!

His name has meanings on two levels-

Edison means “Son of Edward”, & Edward itself is a name meaning “Fortunate/Rich Protector”. Pumpkins have a history as a symbol of warding & protection around Halloween, so alongside them also symbolizing prosperity (with the Harvest Season & all) I figured it was a perfect name! (Hence why it’s the name of my pumpkin plushie irl who inspired the basis of this character hehe) & of course there’s the link with Thomas Edison & the fact the character is themed around electricity! I may give him a last name later down the line, but this is what I have for now :p

Personality-wise he’s much sweeter than he looks, but still very very much insane of course. He loves all holidays with all his heart, & he often sees the world through the lens of their stories &/or traditions, for example casting Kris as “Kris Kringle” (Santa Claus), calling them Kringle & believing them to have come to bring him the GIFT he so seeks. His dialogue text being so dim is a play on his theme of decorations that can’t light up anymore, & also I think portrays a certain quietness or softness to his “voice”

Finally, what I have so far of his battle:

Edison’s battle utilizes the Blue SOUL! His attacks would be all made up of dust & various holiday things- dust particles falling down like snow, ornaments that fall & lay on the ground, old boxes of decorations, wrapped candies that have different behaviors based on what’s underneath the wrapper, old half-dud fireworks, &, one that I think is very fun, an Easter eggs attack that only appears in his Weird Route battle hehehehe

The SLAM! ability would be used as seen in the image to move or break projectiles & other hazards by pressing the assigned button while in the air!

That’s all I have for him right now, but I’m so so so happy to have finally gotten the vibes right & made a character I’m really proud of :D

Most, if not all of his traits are open to change, so, I guess keep an eye out if you’re interested haha, I’m definitely feeling like I’ll be cooking up more stuff for & about him, especially after seeing what the new chapters have to offer!

[abrielarnold]

The song didn’t quite fit, but she had a feeling it wasn’t meant to. He was singing for someone else. Trying to call them back to him.

The Unknowable Tomorrow

by @screechthemighty

What a good good fic. I'm so excited for the next part in the series. (the suspense! aaaa!) The way Wolfwood is characterised and written is everything to me. The premise is fascinating and executed extremely well. I think about this fic a lot.

(process stuff below the cut because figuring out the composition for this was a fun challenge!)

i usually start with a pretty loose sketch layer, but when i tried to draw out the scene i quickly realised that i would need to figure out a much more solid base before i could even think about lineart. (looking back, this is still really close to the final composition, which is cool, because the scene in the fic is really strong and when i read it i could see it very clearly in my mind)

so first, (after a few days of agonising and scheming and rotating because i knew this was going to be A Challenge and a Proper Endeavor) i drew a quick birds eye view of the scene to kinda figure out what the field of view could be. then, i drew the vehicles at different angles so that i could have something to mix and match until i found a combo where everything fit together.

(this first concepting stage took as much time as the final lineart stage, with a lot of stopping and thinking and mental gymnastics, but i think that time spent getting everything in place really paid off!)

then i made a refined sketch (still loose, but confident and with the major shapes in play.) and a quick value layer to make sure the light sources would lead the eye where i wanted.

then i drew the lineart and a refined value layer to use as a base for my colour layer. (i really like how bold and punchy this layer turned out, and i think it really helped me remember to preserve a lot of intentional contrast)

at this stage, the rendering is pretty much there and it's almost done and i have a lot of time to plan out the colours as i go.

[lastwave]

Harry Du Bois, the skills + DID/OSDD coding

a compilation of most of my thoughts on harry as a system (note: i am system im not just like. pulling stuff out my ass)

1. Structural Dissociation Theory crash course

so for this point i'm going to give you a crash course structural dissociation theory (do not use me as a source for ur knowledge on it this is very like. base level and just to establish context)

structural dissociation states that we all start as multiple different facets, and that as we grow up, these facets all fuse into a cohesive personality. however, in DID/OSDD, ongoing trauma proves it safer to NOT fuse these facets and instead develop dissociative and amnestic barriers between them to varying degrees. these facets cope by developing into individual personalities, and if traumatic events persist, the brain may split more personalities to try and cope with this. this gives us two bits of information that i'm going to use throughout this

1. there is no "original", just alters that host for long periods of time and/or identify with the body the most

2. amnestic & dissociative barriers are fluid. in times of rest, these barriers may start to come down between some alters, but not necessarily all.

**NOTE: these are not hard and fast rules and vary from system to system. it's also vastly different if you have Polyfrag DID or Complex DID. since I don't hc Harry as polyfrag or complex tho, i'm not gonna get into that

2. Harry (the system)

so it's pretty easy to establish that harry has a good handful of childhood trauma. being born in a military hospital + town and growing up there means he probably saw and/or heard a lot of death and sickness. we also know his father left based on the logic passive in the measurehead conversation

we also know from the reaction speed passive when you find out your name that harry was born in a time all these were concerns. most likely, hunger, considering how through the game hunger + eating is an undertone w/ harry

we also have the klaasje half-light passive implying that harry's been raped (might not have occurred during childhood, but still a contributing factor to trauma)

my point being bro has enough childhood trauma and then some to create a system.

we also see a LOT of amnestic barriers between harry and the rest of the skills. besides the obvious not remembering anything, we see the skills remembering things that harry doesn't.

for example, EChem remembers that harry took speed some point recently, while harry himself doesn't

we also see that the skills have distinct personalities and opinions separate from each other. shit we've got a communist (rhetoric) and a fascist (endurance) living in the same fucking body. half light is immediately suspicious of everyone and everything while empathy tries to understand everyone even to their own detriment. and volition and echem need a whole post of their own. thats some pretty strong dissociative barriers

3. Harry (the alter)

to be quite honest with you i think harry as we, the audience, know him is a brand new split, an introject* of an old host that has either fused with another alter or gone dormant. he's trying to fill a different harry du bois's shoes- someone he is fundamentally similar to, but is, at his core, not

*Definition from did-research.org: Introjects are alters that are based off of an outside person or figure. Introjects may or may not see themselves as the individual that they represent.

knowing nothing about yourself, even what you look like, is a common feeling for new splits (in our experience). with the high amnestic barriers separating harry from the rest of the system, it makes sense that the first time he is conscious he is totally lost about his own identity, where he lives, or what his occupation even is.

losing facts about basic reality is probably a dissociative response. things the brain knows (see encyclopedia filling in gaps once given a prompt about something like Fillipe the Conquerer) but doesn't want the new host to know for fear of not being able to function.

4. Certain Alters with Functions

some of the skills fall into alter "archetypes" (not all alters will, even in like. real life systems) and im just gonna list them out here:

ones with subtextual backing:

Volition: Caretaker + Apparent Normal Part

Half-Light: trauma holder

Electro-Chemistry: symptom + trauma holder

Authority: protector

Logic: apparent normal part

ones that are just my headcanons:

Interfacing: little

Endurance: ex-persecutor

Inland Empire: ex-caretaker

here ends my post of articulate thoughts, if u have any like. follow up questions feel free to shoot me an ask. might take me a minute tho

[caramelcleopatraa]

English: Jealousy: Love Me Like You Say You Do

x: A fictional piece of writing starring Hazel and Roman and an uninvited guest that Hazel’s not a fan of

Parts: Celos: Observación ! Celos: Negación dolorosa ! Celos: Sucia

English: Jealousy : Observation ! Jealousy: Painful Denial ! Jealousy: Dirty

“Welcome back, Hazel,” the security guard says, opening up the door to the venue. Her stilettos clash against the cold concrete floor. She waves at a few familiar faces upon entry after telling the security guard thank you. 

She doesn’t get the chance to come visit much, so when she’s backstage, she tries to say hi to everyone. Being a CEO has its perks. Of course it's a lot of work to get to the stage where she experiences those perks, but she knew it would be worth it. And now that she’s gotten to that milestone she set a long time ago, she was able to leave the confines of her office to visit her man.

Her red silk blouse shimmered beautifully due to the bright overhead lights, matched with the red underlining of her red bottoms. Paired with black pants, a black clutch and a gold choker cuban.

An assistant not too far ahead of her, guided her to the room she requested, although she didn’t need to say that. They knew who she was, and who she belonged to. The assistant knocked on the door, and it opened to reveal a pale dressing room, with black couches and chairs and mirrors lined along the wall. “This is really fancy,” Hazel says, sticking her head in to get a better look at the entire room while the assistant leaves to handle another person. A tall figure blocks her point of view, staring down at her. “The Tribal Chief always receives the best.” Roman flashes his pearly white smile, opening his arms, non verbally asking her for a hug. She laughs, and says, “I know that’s right.” She obliges, wrapping her arms around his torso, trying to get as close to him as possible. 

They soak in the feeling of the hug before disconnecting, finding eachothers eyes. “How was work, love? You got any more CEO shenanigans to tell me abo-” “Roman!” A high pitched voice calls out to him, causing him to turn his head to focus on the source of the loud yell. Tiffany Stratton. She leaned against some dusty stage equipment swiping her long blonde wavy hair out of the way to show her cleavage. He looks at Hazel for confirmation and she nods sweetly, letting him slip from her hands to attend to Tiffany. Normally, she wouldn’t stay outside to watch, but she knew Tiff. And Hazel knew how Tiff got around Roman.

Tiffany had made herself known to the bloodline by talking smack to Naomi. But before then, she would ask Roman for advice on how to excel in the business. Or at least that’s what he had said when Hazel asked. Hazel had always patiently waited for them to finish her conversation, looking up from her phone to see her twirling her hair and looking him up and down. This time wasn’t any different. The same old seductive stare with the scan, with a few extra dead pans at Hazel, because she felt bold. One more quick look at her phone was the mistake she made however, as she saw Tiffany gently trailing her hand down his arm. As much as Hazel tried to hide the shock in her face, her body went completely still. Hazel was frozen in place, and that overjoyed Tiffany, looking at her frozen state before giving him a flirtatious wink and twisting her hips as she left. 

She didn’t even notice him in front of her, calling out her name several times. “Hellooo

?” She shook her head, staring straight at his chest that met her eye level. “What were y’all talking about this time?” He shrugs his shoulders and says, “She had asked me about promos and stuff cause she’s doing one tonight.” ‘Of course. Convenience always works in her favor.’

“So promos had to lead to her touching your arm like that?” She pouted and looked off to the side, avoiding eye contact with him while he smiled to himself, finding her jealousy cute. He grabs her face and turns her head towards him. “I’m not interested in her, my love. Only you. Now where were we before we got interrupted? How was your day?” She smiles slightly, basking in his chocolate eyes before a certain voice from inside the dressing room catches her attention. The TV was turned up, loud. On it, Tiffany Stratton inside the ring, cutting a small promo. The crowd roared as she spoke with arrogant confidence.

“And once I take care of Naomi, I’m gonna take Roman, because he’s mine. And I know he wants all of this,” Tiffany says, doing a slow turn, puffing her chest out to showcase her tits to all of the cameras and giving the main camera another wink.

‘I know this lil raggedy bitch ain't just-’

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[ancha-aus]

Gifted Drabble - NewAgeAU - Sorrow Night and Hopeful Morning

Okay. So. A little bit different :3

As some of you have probably noticed by my reblogs. @spotaus is making their own version for a younger Nightmare with adult gang. kinda inspired by RealAgeAU (clue the name) and well. There is no way i could NOT play with it. Just a tiny bit :3

So here we are. A tiny gift for my friend :3

*-----------------------------*

Ccino rubs his face as he leans against the wall. Thankful the day is finally over.

Calling it stressful would have been an understatement. It had been pure panic when Nightmare had just started throwing up goop in the middle of lunch only for more to melt away from him.

Ccino had been shocked to see someone he recognized at the end and had been frozen.

All in all, they had been very lucky that it had only been them and Nightmare's knights. Ccino does not want to know what kind of damage control he would have had to do if more people had seen it.

Horror had been the first to react. He had easily picked Nightmare up, or more easily as he had shrunk, and taken him to Nightmare's private study.

Ccino had quickly ordered some maids to clean the mess and leftover lunch. Stating there was an emergency that required the king's full attention.

Ccino had reached his study and gone inside to find Nightmare just staring at himself in silent shock. His knights all looked unsure what to do next and Ccino had quickly ordered them to stand watch outside.

He is still very thankful that Nightmare had named him leader of the house which meant that while in the castle Ccino called the shots after Nightmare.

In the end? Nightmare seemed fine. Even the cracks in his skull had been old and healed. Ccino still adviced the now young again king to take things easy and rest before he rushed out to make sure everything is still quiet.

It took a while and some more creative lies but people now just think Nightmare is preparing for an emergency mission adn that everyone is too leave him be.

Ccino sighs as he walks towars his own chambers, located in the nicer part of the castle. A reward for his loyalty and service which had been given to him long ago.

Ccino is ready to sleep. It is much later than he normally retires and tomorrow will be just as if not busier day.

He walks down a hallway when he notices some flickers of light under a door. huh. He follows the slight light and finds the source to be Nightmare's study. None of the knights outside it this time. probably on their usual rounds around the castle.

Ccino knocks twice and waits. silence from beyond the door.

Ccino frowns and leans close to the door to listen "My liege? Are you still in here?"

More silence before a quiet come in sounds from the room. Ccino steps inside and finds Nightmare behind the large desk. Many papers and scrolls covering it as he looks from one to the other.

Ccino frowns as he walks over. Nightmare glances at him before looking back at the covered desk "I thought you would be asleep by now?"

Ccino feels his teeth tug upwards towards a smile "And I thought the same about you... I thought i told you to rest?" he stops by his side and glances at the desk.

It is all old script on the old prophecy and legends concerning the apples. That disasterous ritual that must have ruined many lives.

Nightmare rubs his socket, he looks tired "I need to figure out what happened... what went wrong... Nothing. Nothing ever spoke about the apple taking the power given back. It never spoke about anything concerning it." he points at some script "It speaks about the apple given the ability to gain power. to gain more magic like its own. I thought that that was the tentacles and stuff. But they are gone and nothing speaks of it disappearing!" he puts his skull in his hands as he stares down.

Ccino can't help but just stare at his king. Actually seeing how small nightmare now looks behind the desk. in the chair made for a king who had been given power by the ritual.

Ccino frowns as he sits on the arm rest and waits.

Nightmare glares at the text "It doesn't say... it doesn't tell me how to fix this... how do i fix this? how will people react to this?! my standing as king is already shakey. How will they react to their king now being a child?!"

Ccino remembers the screams of pure agony when Nightmare first ate the apple. How he had fallen to the ground as the magic started to reform him in front of everyone.

Ccino thinks he doesn't want nightmare to go through that again. but first "You are tired nightmare."

Ngihtmare shakes his skull "I just need to figure this out and... and find a way to... to turn it back again."

Ccino nods "or. you go to bed." he stops himself from rubbing the much smaller skull. a thing he used to do when he babysat Nightmare when he had still been younger before the apple. "Sometimes things look worse at night than they really are." Nightmare glares at him and Ccino grins "I mean it. It is because we get tired and our mind grows tired. We aren't able to think rationally anymore and react more from our emotions. You need to get some sleep and you can try thinking about it again in the morning."

Ngihtmare frowns but sighs as he nods. Ccino helps him clean his desk a little before walking him back to his room.

Finding Cross outside. standing alert and waiting. He spots them and gives the usual guard bow "My king." Cross gives Ccino a nod before he stands alert again.

Right. Ccino will need to figure out what to tell the knights. none of them know nightmare like this and Ccino is worried they may end up leaving or worse.

Nightmare disappears into his room and Ccino turns to leave towards his own.

"Are you sure it is him?"

Ccino stops and turns back to Cross. Cross is frowning at him.

Ccino nods "I am."

Cross frowns "How?"

Ccino rolls his eye lights "Because I know Nightmare. Something i thought you four would by now as well." and he leaves.

Ccino hopes that with the slight dig it will compele their competitive sides to stick around and figure out how Ccino knew. Get to know this version of nightmare and see he is still the same guy. just smaller and younger.

Ccino gets back to his room and sighs as he lays in his own soft bed. He ends up laying awake for a while as his mind worries about everything that could go wrong.

eventually he falls asleep. his sleep fitful.

--

His alarm goes off early, before the sun has risen even. Ccino groans and rubs his sockets. shit this is why he tries to go to bed on time and leave the last night cleanup to others.

He yawns as he gets ready and dressed for the day before making his way towards the kitchen.

The castle has two kitchens. one is for the preparations of the large meals. which includes parties and the meals for the servants. The other, much smaller kitchen, is for the more private meals.

Ccino gets there and gets out some cooled dough which he starts to knead and prepare. he makes thin sheets of butter and layers it carefully with thin layers of dough.

Ccino had quite a few priveledges but also duties. one is that he is one of the few who is allowed to prepare food for nightmare unsupervised. his knights are the other ones.

nightmare is still worried and afraid of a betrayal and ccino had worked hard to gain his trust and faith.

The layers are complete and Ccino looks through the fridge for some filling. he grabs some raspberries before he notices some chocolate. crap he will need to figure something out for Error as well. make sure they don't lose their royal mage over this slight change.

Ccino will make some special chocolate croissants later and bring those to him as he shares the news. butter him up wiht sweets and reassure him that nothing has to change about Error's job and position. the teen really likes chocolate so Ccino hopes that is enough.

He rolls the layered dough around the raspberries in nice little croissant shapes before putting them in the stone oven to bake. in the meantime he peels some pears and oranges with care before cutting them into nice pieces. he puts it on the plate and grabs some milk from the fridge and fills a glass. Nightmare will have to start drinking and eating things to help his growth and healing. just in case he needs to recover after losing the corruption.

the croissants are ready and ccino plates them, leaving a few to the side for himself to eat later, before making his way towards the chambers.

He quickly spots cross and nods in greeting. Cross however stops him and smiles "I will bring his breakfast inside. I am sure you are busy." and he glances to the side.

Ccino frowns at the guard. strange. the don't normally offer that. much prefering to let ccino deal with having to wake up nightmare for the day.

Ccino studies the guard and notices that cross looks a bit nervous for some reason.

Ccino makes sure to look unimpressed "I much prefer to make sure he eats a bit before i continue with my duties." and he waits.

Cross looks more nervous but sighs as he steps aside. clearly giving in.

Ccino frowns at him before he opens the door and quietly steps inside. his voice is barely above a whisper to start with "good morning my liege."

Then he sees it.

Killer is asleep in Nightmare's bed as he holds the other protectively. a book open by his side. Ngihtmare lays rolled up and is holding unto killer's shirt tightly.

Ccino shoots cross a look and cross looks highly embarressed "Night- I mean. our king was nervous and just wasn't falling asleep. I got worried and wasn't sure what to do so i called Killer because he was here the longest. Killer wnet inside and he and nightmare spoke softly before killer just laid down with him and grabbed a book to read with nightmare. They fell asleep aroudn the same time and i just dind't want to interrupt their sleep as night- our king looked like he needed it badly." Cross looks to the side and mutters "I know i should ahve called you but i knew killer was awake and i knew you would be asleep by that point so.... yeah."

huh.

Ccino walks over to the bed and places the tray with food down. he sits down carefully on the bed and ignores the threatening aura that killer puts on. killer no doubt woke up to someone getting near and is ready for a fight.

instead ccino very carefully nudges nightmare "nightmare?"

nightmare gives a sleepy mumble before shooting him the stink eye. heh. Nightmare never was a morning person.

Ccino grins "I am sorry my liege. Do you wish to remain asleep for a bit longer?"

ngihtmare consider it for a moment and yawns before answering "Yeah."

Ccino nods "Very well. I will make sure that you have no appointments today in that case. your breakfast is here for when you want." he gets up and waits for a moment to see Ngihtmare hum sleepily before going back to sleep. leaning heavily against one of his trusted knights.

Ccino looks up and nods to killer beofre going towards the door.

Cross is still looking down embarressed. Ccino shoots him an amused look after the door closed "You cna just tell me next time. I could have prepared his breakfast later." he crosses his own arms.

Cross frowns and looks to the side "it is just... we are guards and guards shouldn't be this close and it is disrespectful."

Ccino raises a brow "You aren't just guards. you are his knights. his personal knights. of course he is going to trust you four above anything else. It is your duty to be there for him and protect him. The fact he is now a teen and may rely more on your four for emotional support as well is something none of us expected." he sighs as he says the next sentence "something we will obviously need to discuss as well. see if you four are okay wiht it and extra duties that come with this change, however long they may last and-"

cross glares "we don't mind!" he cringes and glances at the door before making his voice quieter "we know things are different and well things will change but just because he is now younger doesn't mean we aren't loyal anymore."

Ccino stares at him before grinning "good. honestly. much better. I was already worried i would have to figure out if there was another position to put you four back in instead of personal knights. deknighting is very looked down upon and could hurt nightmare's reputation. but if you four are still up for this and will remain loyal? well, all the better."

Cross looks shocked before nodding and going back to standing guard

ccino gives him a look "Who is going to switch with you?"

Cross mutters but answers eventually "Dust should be here soon."

Ccino nods "good. make sure to rest before you try any training. you have been up all night and standing the whole time." he gives him another look before turning and wlaking away.

He has quite the list of tasks for today to work through. formost is making sure nightmare cna just rest today. At least the knight situation is mostly stable and already taken care of.

As ccino had told nightmare the night before. sometimes the things that were scary in the night turned out to be just fine in the morning.

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 39

Oh I am going to love this arc.

We're now at the sixth floor, the subterranean canals. When the party first traveled here, the level was hot, but now it's freezing cold.

There have been comments all throughout their journey that the dungeon has been shifting and it seems like the shift is more extreme the further down they go. The third floor was the first one that anyone commented on, and it seemed like the layout only changed enough that maps had to be redrawn. Meanwhile the fifth floor changes constantly. Hopefully the sixth floor doesn't also have the whole layout constantly changing thing.

There was no commentary on the fourth floor changing though. Maybe since it's a water level, actually trying to move things would cause flooding so it's left alone. If the sixth floor is a canal, it might also be best to not alter it.

For now, the party is going to look for where they lost all their gear. Does this mean Laios is going to recover that shield he was using in chapter 1? And I hope Marcille finds that soap she lost.

Some discussion about Delgal. I'm still hoping to find out if the Winged Lion was a figure before Delgal or not. When Marcille mentions inscriptions about him, there's a lion head with Delgal's name inscribed, so that should imply the lion was a thing at the same time as him. But considering the magician's obsession over Delgal, it's possible all the random inscriptions were made AFTER the kingdom turned into a dungeon.

But yeah, this chapter confirms that Delgal was the one who gave the offer of the kingdom when the dungeon was first discovered. He's dead and his soul is no longer in the dungeon. Depending on how effective that resurrection Marcille used is at resurrecting someone, maybe the magician might try using something like that if he ever finds out.

Laios actually remembered the stuff he saw in the living pictures. And he also managed to infer the magician's motivations based off that. Laios sucks at socializing and picking up cues, but he's not dumb. He can connect the dots when they're all laid out before him.

Some elf lore. They can live to about 500 years and there are records implying they lived longer. ...Poor Marcille. She's going to outlive the others by a gigantic margin.

I want to know what Marcille was saying but its getting drowned out by Senshi's lack of understanding or interest.

Who's hand does that belong to? No one in the party wears that gauntlet.

Now we get to the fun part. The party escapes the blizzard, Marcille conjures a light source and...

I really need to point out a bunch of details leading up to this moment that makes this so much better. First, and most obviously, when the party grabbed each others' hands in the blizzard, we never saw two people in the same panel. The clones had been made during the storm and as far as anyone was aware, they were holding the hands of the real companions.

Second, before the lights come on, everyone's voices are coming from different directions. Once we know what's happening, it turns out several copies were responding to Laios.

Third, Marcille covered her head during the blizzard. So no one would have been able to see what her hair looked like at the moment the fakes were made.

But still, none of the clones are wearing that gauntlet of the person Marcille was holding hands with. For a moment, I thought it looked like something Shuro would wear but he doesn't wear it either. I'm sure I've seen it somewhere.

I would hope Laios's story of shapeshifters is just a story. Or at the very least, they were only hunting sheep. If their disguises are based on peoples' recollections, it would be easier to hunt sheep than people most likely. A shepherd with 100 sheep probably isn't going to remember every unique feature of the sheep.

For simplicity sake, here's how I'm going to address everyone going forward. From left-to-right, top-to-bottom from this image:

F1 Laios

F2 Laios

F3 Laios

Laios

F1 Marcille

F2 Marcille

F3 Marcille

Marcille

F1 Chilchuck

Chilchuck

F2 Chilchuck

F3 Chilchuck

Senshi

F1 Senshi

F2 Senshi

F3 Senshi

I'd seen images of F2 Marcille from the anime and I always thought it was an edit based on the "Handsome Squidward" face.

So we have the first round of Spot the Imposter. The party eliminates the three Laios clones and F2 Marcille. Then Chilchuck and F3 Chilchuck point out F2 Chilchuck and F3 Senshi's outfits are wrong.

I think it's worth pointing out that F2 Chilchuck helped Chilchuck point out which of the Laios's were fakes. So even though it would be in their best interest to sow confusion, the fakes are acting exactly like the real ones would which includes trying to figure out who the fakes are. The fakes probably don't know they're fake.

In the second round, everyone shows off their gear and the ones with obviously fake equipment are locked away. Funny thing is, F3 Marcille is the one who began the line of thinking leading to this suggestion and F1 Marcille, F3 Chilchuck, and F1 Senshi were the ones who suggested showing their equipment which ended up exposing F3 Marcille, F1 Chilchuck, and F2 Senshi as fakes.

So far the party has managed to eliminate most of the fakes because the fakes keep selling each other out. And in the case of F3 Marcille, selling themselves out.

Marcille points out how F1 Marcille's grimoire has several grammatical errors, but it's never mentioned that F3 Chilchuck's lockpicking tools are wrong. We get a detailed look at them in chapter 13 that we can compare.

The chapter ends with them about to go onto the final round. Everyone else will cook a meal and Laios will observe them and decide who is real based on their behaviour.

The others are not confident considering Laios didn't realize he'd encountered the magician, or picked up on Shuro's feelings, or remembered where he'd met Kabru.

But really, that shouldn't matter. Laios doesn't have to realize a stranger is a specific person, understand anyone's feelings, or recall memories. He just has to pay attention to what the party is doing now and pick up on any behaviours outside the norm.

So who made what? The fakes are based on everyone's thoughts of the others so each of the fakes is what they look like in everyone's minds. I'm going to take a shot at guessing which fake was made by which person and when the arc is done, I'm going to look up the answer and talk about the implications.

Laios

His Chilchuck and Senshi were already stated to be F2 Chilchuck and F3 Senshi. They're very close to correct, but Laios missed trivial details like thinking Chilchuck wears a scarf or Senshi's helmet having holes in it. Along that train of thought, I'm going to guess that he made F1 Marcille. He doesn't remember exactly what her hair looked like before this, but he had a general idea how it was laid out. He also has been learning magic so he'd know enough about what the contents of her grimoire looks like to make a convincing fake.

Marcille

I'm basing this entirely on her being a long-lived species and how she interprets everyone else based on their given age. Back in chapter 13, she called Chilchuck a kid when he said he was 29. So I think F3 Chilchuck and F2 Laios are her creations since she'd see them as teenagers. Meanwhile, I think F1 Senshi is her creation as well for the opposite reason. She interprets him to be older than he actually is.

Chilchuck

Every time we got to see Chilchuck's internal thoughts on the party, it's never flattering. So I'd guess he created the dumbest and goofiest looking fakes, F3 Laios, F3 Marcille, and F2 Senshi. F3 Marcille doesn't have any obvious hints to being stupid, but her grimoire is very much wrong, and Chilchuck doesn't know a thing about magic. It also has the line "Spell to turn back time", which is something Marcille was looking for in front of Chilchuck in chapter 33. The word "turn" was also misspelled and crudely corrected, implying F3 Marcille is not as smart as she acts.

Senshi

He has not been with the party for long. And he doesn't pay much attention to anything that doesn't have to do with cooking. So his mental image of the party are probably closer to caricatures rather than their real selves. His internal thoughts on their looks are probably something like "Laios is tall and he is pretty strong. Everyone says the elf-girl is pretty, but I don't get it. Chilchuck is a little baby who I must protect and nurture." Therefore, I think he made F1 Laios, F2 Marcille, and F1 Chilchuck.

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[moxpunk]

Welcome to Moxie's Big Final Fantasy XIV Ninja Headcanon/Personal Lore/Observation Dump! ... or whatever I end up calling it.

Preface, I've been doing a lot of roleplay on my Keeper miqo'te, Rina, a lot as of late, and I play her as a Keeper-ass Keeper from the Black Shroud that's found her way to Hingashi and settled in with a ninja-clan. So, naturally, I'm going to scour a whole bunch of lore-junk and extrapolate from in-game resources to figure out flavor. Plus, ninja-stuff in XIV is Nonstandard Magic to an extent, and that's fun to play with.

Don't take this stuff as hard Facts or anything, or feel like if you've got a different interpretation of this stuff that it's Wrong. I like to have fun with this sort of thing, and these thoughts have been rattling around in my brain for long enough. They need to get out.

This is essentially going to be a big list of observations and shit, so I'm tossing it below a break for everyone's convenience.

Yeah? Yeah. Let's dig in.

Ninja hand-signs (Mudra) operate on the same logic as Dancer dances. What I mean by this is: Dancers have been established already that by moving their bodies in specific ways, they can manipulate aether in and through themselves and others around them. The body is a natural conduit for aether, and by moving it in specific ways, a specific outcome can be achieved. Ninjas do the exact same thing with their hand-signs, but just on a personal level. It's an outright game mechanic for them, too, instead of it being something that just happens with every action they get. I know that this is more of an observation than some hidden thing, but I still think pointing this out to characters during roleplay is a fun a-ha moment.

Ninjas have access to all six prongs on the established Elemental Wheel. Again, more of an observation than something wild and hidden, but it wasn't until I looked at the different Ninjutsu that it clicked. Katon = Fire. Raiton = Thunder. Hyoton = Ice. Huton = Wind. Doton = Earth. Suiton = Water. Of course, we don't see much in terms of flexibility in terms of utility or manipulating these elements into anything but attacks, so I wouldn't straight-up call ninjas Masters of Elements. It's a fun thing to notice, though, where most other jobs are restricted to three (maybe four) elements at most.

(Mild Shadowbringers world-building spoilers in this next one, just a heads-up.)

Umbral-aligned aether is really important to utilizing ninjutsu. So, this one comes from the in-game text on Doton calling the technique "a patch of corrupted earth". Plus, it just makes sense thematically: ninjas use darkness-aligned techniques. We're starting to get into Moxie Headcanon with this stuff. First off, umbral-aligned aether is inherently unstable because it's the alignment of movement and chaos. This is great for people that practice a fighting-style where leaving very little trace, even aetherically, is a benefit. You don't want someone tracing your operative back to their hideout, after all. Second, this probably explains how a ninja can hide themselves in plain sight. It's not quite "melding into the shadows" that people from the Source interpret it, as it is "destabilizing the aether around the body that visual light seems to pass right through". Something like that.

Ninjas can just use space-compression, huh? (Note: this one is just kinda funny to me because I personally consider in-game actions you get before level 50 with ARR/HW-introduced jobs to be stuff most people can do if they train.) This one just comes from reading the quest-text for when you get Shukuchi, and it kinda blew my mind. Just... straight-up calls the technique compressing space to teleport. Guess that makes sense how ninjas can carry so much bullshit on them, they just compress the aether until they need to use said item. Still, it's crazy to me that this comes even before learning the final mudra.

Speaking of mudra, my Keeper girl has turned them into prayers to Menphina. This one is all Rina lore. It works surprisingly well if you kinda squint and have a certain interpretation of what little Keeper culture we've been able to observe. The first mudra, Ten, is literally pulling aether from the heavens, which can easily be interpreted by a devout moonkitty to mean it's pulling aether from the moon and its goddess. Chi, earth, is where Dalamud landed and exploded the world with a ton of aether (Yes, this means that Rina, in another life, could have easily been part of the Keeper sects that were happy to see Dalamud crash). Jin, man, is pulling aether from the people Menphina watches over from above. Does this mean that when Rina performs ninjutsu that she's effectively praying? Yes, absolutely!

Ninjas might be able to tap into the Aetherial Sea? This one is Pure Speculation, I'll admit. But, with being able to summon the Hellfrog and other auspice-adjacent creatures and Bhavacakra translating literally to "Life and Death", it makes me think that ninjas have the capacity to tap into the spirit-realm. At the very least, making a pact with an auspice/yokai/voidsent-in-disguise for borrowed power seems very fitting and thematic.

I'm just gonna talk about miscellaneous ninja-tools for a moment. Because I think they're neat. I like that Death Blossom combos into Hakke Mujinsatsu, where the lines being drawn are clearly supposed to be connecting lines between the kunai embedded into the ground. I think that with being able to spatially condense shuriken using Shukuchi, doing the opposite through Ninjutsu to embiggen and empower Fuma Shuriken is fun. I'm a big wrestling mark, and with Dokumori being included so Rina can perform a Green Purple Mist on someone in a fight utterly tickles me. It makes me want to think of more fun tools to give Rina. Stuff like flash-cotton/flash-paper, smoke bombs, actual bombs, and other fun things she can just yeet at others in the middle of a fight.

Ninja-scrolls are effectively Arcanist books. We all know the the fun trope of "this scroll contains a powerful ninjutsu, and must be protected at all costs". Hell, we got it in the Ninja job questline. It got me to realizing that they would function in almost the exact same manner as Arcanists' books. Specific symbols drawn using aetherically-charged ink producing a specific outcome? That's Limsa Lominsa bean-counter magic, baby.

Hoo boy. I think I've gotten most of my thoughts out of me at this point. Thank you for sticking around and reading this big ramble of words! I might do a follow-up on this at some point in the future if The Inspiration takes me over and gives me More Thoughts, but that will be something I do at a later time.

[namakooo]

What art program and brushes do you use? tips on lighting? your illustrations radiate warmth 🌻💛

Thank you!! 🌻💛

This post got a little long, but I've answered each question so if you're curious, it's under here!

Art program?

I use Clip Studio Paint EX and Procreate! I mostly use CSP for my animations and Procreate for my illustrations lately, but I've used CSP for a lot of my illustrations too.

Brushes?

For CSP: I mostly use variations of the default "Design Pencil", each tweaked to fit different needs. Sometimes I use brushes I made myself, but these three are my main ones.

For Procreate: I use the HB Pencil for my lines and Tinderbox for my colors (both are default brushes).

Lighting tips?

This is a pretty big question! I could spend hours talking about this, but I tried to put together some very basic tips.

Figuring out where shadows go:

Light generally comes in a straight line from the light source, and everything it hits or touches is the illuminated area.

Everything it doesn't touch, either because it's an area at an angle it can't reach, or because something is in the way, is the shadows!

Thinking about where the light source is, and where it can't reach or what obstacles are in its way are helpful things to think about when figuring out shadows.

Reflected light:

This is a little more specific, but once you figured out basic lights and shadows, reflected light is another element that's useful to know.

Every object reflects a bit of the light it receives, which affects the colors of the other surrounding objects. The reflected light is of the color of the object it's reflected from.

Rendering details in light and shadow:

You'd be surprised at how much you can get away with not rendering the details that are in the shadow, as long as you render the ones that are in the light.

In this Trigun fanart piece I've skipped most of the details that are hidden in the harsh shadows, but kept a lot of the details on Vash's boots for example.

Unless the focus of the piece is on something in the shadows specifically, you can simplify a lot of the stuff that's not in the light!

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If all of this confuses you, that's alright! Learning takes time, and small steps are still steps forward!

Rules are also there to be broken depending on your goal for your art, so you don't even have to follow them if you don't need them. I break these all the time too.

I hope these tips can be helpful in any way! Happy fun lighting!

[seth-dmx]

'HONEY I SHRUNK THE SOURCE PROTAGONISTS!'

a fic based on the movie 'Honey, I Shrunk The Kids', starring the Source Protagonists. let me know if i should write more stuff.

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The flash of light was bright and disorienting. Very disorienting. It was like the whole world was spinning much faster than it should be. Gordon was the first to recover enough to open his eyes without puking, squinting to try and make out what the hell happened.

He looked first to the floor. Then to his left, at Alyx, Adrian, and Chell. Chell and Alyx had both fallen over, and Shep was trying to keep himself standing. To Gordon's right, Stanley was leaning heavily on Barney, who was hunched over, trying his best not to throw up.

In front of them, was a strange sight. It looked sorta like the rest of the lab. But it was massive. The grooves in the tile floor were like massive gashes in the ground. The headcrab that causes the mishap was now bigger than a Strider. And Kleiner looked like a huge giant towering over them, still messing with the wires.

"What the fuck happened?"

Alyx spoke up first as she gathered herself and stood, helping up Chell. Gordon turned back to face the group, his brows furrowed.

'Either the world is now massive. Or we are tiny.'

He replied, trying to figure out the most reasonable choice.

"That damn head humper. She jumped down onto the machine."

Barney spoke up between deep breaths. Stanley had recovered and was trying to get Narrators attention. Distantly, they could hear Narrator and Kleiner speaking. A loud echo of voices too far away for the now miniature sized group to hear.

Adrian had his head in his palms. He was trying to ask how they would get changed back if even Narrator, the all-knowing god, couldn't hear them. He kept missigning Narrators name, however, causing more frustration in the man. Gordon calmed him with a pat to the shoulder, reassuring them that they would be fine.

"We just have to get his attention. Kleiner would never intentionally hurt us, Adrian."

Alyx also spoke up, holding Chell close to herself as Adrian just sighed deeply. He was used to lacking information and control over situations but this was much different than other situations he's been in.

Gordon assessed their surroundings. It was still the same lab, just massive now. He knew this lab well. He could totally think of a way to get up to Kleiner and get his attention. He would just need a moment to think. Perhaps they could use one of the cables to climb up? But they would risk getting shocked, and getting jolted with electricity at this size would definitely kill them. Maybe they could keep trying to get Narrators attention? But it seemed like Narrators omnipotence ignored creatures this small. Bugs typically don't need to talk to a god.

They didn't have much time to think. Gordon was suddenly pulled from his train of thought when Barney yelled for Gordon to move. The rest of the group had already fled, and Barney was now trying to pull Gordon away. Looking up as he was dragged away by the wrist, he could see a very massive Lamarr bounding towards them. She seemed to also have no clue they were down there on the floor with her and was seemingly just scurring away from a midly upset Kleiner. As they ran for cover under one of the many bookshelves over stocked with text books, they could vaugly make out Kleiner over the sounds of their own panicked breathing.

"Did everyone else leave? Oh, how disappointing. I do hope they liked it..."

He was turned to face were the group had been standing now, not seeing them and thinking they had left. His voice echoed around them as Barney cursed Lamarr.

'He thinks we left. He will notice us missing, right?'

Chell finally spoke up, her hands shaking slightly as she signed. She and Stanley were probably the least prepared for this kind of stuff to happen. They both looked like they were going to be sick any second, with Adrian now rubbing comforting circles on Stanley's back while Barney peeked out from the shelf they had hid under.

'He will notice.'

Gordon nodded as he signed back, joined Barney standing by the leg of the bookshelf. They both struggled to figure out how to proceed. They couldn't call for help or expect Kleiner to notice them missing. All of them had very anti-social habits except for Alyx, and it would probably take Kleiner at least 2 days before he realized they were gone. And the size they were, who knew how the human metobolism would function. They also had much farther they would have to travel to even attempt to get Kleiner attention.

Suddenly, Adrian moved to stand in the open. He was looking up at the bookshelf they were on. Barney franticly tried to usher him back to safety, but Adrian waved him off. It took the man a long moment of staring before he looked back down at Gordon and Barney and smiled.

'We should climb this bookshelf. It'll take us right to eye level with the doctor.'

He explained his idea, point of towards the lowest level of the shelf. It was only just barely above their heads, low enough for all of them to be able to lift and pull each other up. After that it was a matter of scaling the many poorly organized books.

'Let's do it.'

Gordon, the defacto leader, nodded. He gestured for Stanley, Chell, and Alyx to join them as he moved to instruct everyone. Adrian and Barney were swift to follow his orders, each helping Chell and Stanley up. Alyx, athleticlt skilled, simply jumped and pulled herself up. When Gordon finally managed to grace the lip of the shelf with his finger, he felt Barney's hand grab his wrist and yank him up, the pair tumbling backwards into a large pile of dust as they now all sat on the lowest level of the shelf.

'Easy Peasy.'

Adrian gloated slightly as his idea worked. Around them, the books looked more like a jagged cliffside than any sort of educational reading material.

'This is the worst.'

Stanley's input is minimal, but the look on his face says a lot. The last thing he wanted to do today was boulder up the side of a few dozen textbooks. Chell took his hand in hers, signing one handed her support.

'Think of it like a puzzle.'

She offered, almost half heartedly. Like she herself wasn't too excited for this. No one was excited for this.

"Onwards and upwards, guys. We should probably make it up before Kleiner decides to leave."

Alyx lead the group towards the first book. The spine faced them, the lettering almost the same height as them as they all clambered up it. 'Theoretical Physics For Dummies.'

They climbed up and up and up and up. Each book was a treacherous new height. Higher and higher they went. Only a few times did anyone almost fall.

The first fall scare was Gordon. He was so preoccupied with trying to help Stanley up the side of a thin little novella that he misstepped, causing him to fall backwards down the slope of the fallen book before it. He slid only a few inches but it felt like he was slipping down it for much father, the dust collecting on his clothes not making it any more pleasant.

After what felt like hours but might have only been a few minutes, the group was now stood on top of the bookshelf. To their left was Kleiner, standing just a few feet away hunched over his beloved new project, the machine that shrunk them in the first place. He was humming to himself as he toyed with the paneling and wiring, oblivious. To their right, Lamarr was sleeping on the computer keyboard. No wonder she hadn't bothered them once.

"HEY! KLEINER! OVER HERE!"

Barney cupped his hands around his mouth as he yelled and shouted for Kleiners attention. Alyx joined him, practically screaming at him to look over at them.

"KLEINER! ON THE BOOKSELF! LOOK!"

The rest of the group was waving their arms above their head and stomping their feet. Being a group made up entirely of mute people was probably the biggest detriment to their existence right now. Hopefully, this would all become a funny story soon.

'Guys.'

Chell was no longer waving her arms. In fact, she wasn't even looking at Kleiner anymore as she tugged on Gordon's sleeve.

'Guys, stop it. Stop. Lamarr can-'

She's cut off as Gordon turns to see probably the most horrific thing ever.

He was never a fan of the way headcrabs looked. He found them to be gross looking.

They looked even grosser up close and from the perspective of an ant.

Lamarr stood only feet from them. She lacked eyes, but she did have other means of tracking down prey. And now, to the groups collective horror, she seemed to be stalking them down for her next meal. Oblivious to the fact that they were her owners, not tiny, loud bugs.

"Run?"

Barney asked as he tentatively moved to grab Stanley's hand. Alyx had already begun backing away with Chell, their movements slow. Adrian was standing his ground next to Gordon, his military training kicking in as he stared down their newest threat.

'Run.'

Gordon signed.

Immediately the group was scrambling over papers and past potted plants, frantically jumping from the shelf to the filing cabinet next to it as Lamarr clambered clumsily after them, knocking over things as she went.

Lucky for them, that caught Kleiners attention. Unlucky for them, they were now cornered on the shelf next to the filing cabinet, no way down as they stood on the old wooden plank that held a few framed photos.

"Lamarr! You adorable little beast!"

Kleiner said affectionately as he approached, scooping up Lamarr before she had the chance to lunge at the shelf.

"You know, if you want attention, you should go find Adrian. I'm sure he would be happy to take you and Spore to the park."

The old man cooed as he cradled the headcrab. The group was silent, still recovering from the chase. Finally, as Kleiner was turning away, Barney regained his voice and started yelling again.

"KLEINER! THE SHELF! LOOK AT THE SHELF!"

His voice was horse from running and screaming, his head spinning as he leaned against one of the framed photos.

Kleiner paused, then turned. He had heard Barney, but was confused. He thought Barney and the other had left. He looked to the shelf, squinting as he tried to understand what Barney meant.

"Hm? What do you- Oh, my!"

He was taken aback by the sight before him. Gordon, Barney, Adrian, Chell, Alyx and Stanley, all only a few inches tall and standing on his shelf. All covered in dust and grime. All looking so very tired.

"How did this happen? So the machine does work on humans! This is wonderful! Well... this isn't wonderful..."

Kleiners excitement for science temporary outweighed his worry for the group. When he caught himself, he sheepishly gestured to them.

"But I'm sure you understand! I'm so very sorry this happened!"

He apologized as the group caught their breaths.

"Just change us back!"

Alyx spoke up, and Kleiner nodded. He placed down Lamarr and shooed her out of the room before offering his hands to the group. They all clambered on, Kleiner remarking on how strange it was that he could fit all of them in his hands.

He moved to place them back where they had been before on the floor, telling them to not move at all as he rushed back to the machine as flicked a switch.

In mere moments, there was another bright flash and awful nauseating feeling. Gordon squeezed his eyes shut as the world spun again, and he could hear Stabley gagging hard behind him.

When he regained his vision, Chell and Stanley were both doubled over, Adrian looked almost green in the face, and Barney was taking in gulps of air. Alyx seemed to be hiding how sick she felt as she comforted Adrian to try and keep him from throwing up on the floor.

"Again, I'm truly sorry!"

Kleiner repeated his apology as he shut off the machine. Gordon shook his head. This fiasco would need a few days before everyone would be willing to laugh about it.

'At least your machine works.'

Gordon signed shakily as he tried to blink away the oncoming headache.

"Yes, I suppose that's true. Say, would you all be willing to document any effects it had on you?"

As Kleiner pulled out a notebook, Alyx spoke up and stopped him.

"Give us an hour to rest fist, doc."

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[cheap-jumpscare]

ranting abt being kanade yoisaki.... if ur uncomfy with doubles, scroll away !!!!!!!1

raghhhhh i need white hair and my hair needs 2 be straight n long...... sighs. i already have blue eyes n im already extremely pale so thumbs up but ugh. i shld be skinnier too and that is related :|

i cant tell if im fickin or not but i rlly do wish i looked like. me? ive even always ACTED like me. im just. Kanade Yoisaki. this is the one "just like me fr.." character that's been CONSISTENT.

i was watching a video essay my meowtual Vriska made and SIGHS yeah. its >here< btw pls watch it. very good art and a very cool survey !!

^ but in relation to that I had a mini realization sorta. if i am a kanade fictionkin then i AM just Kanade. there would be no seperation between me and Kanade Yoisaki. if i AM fictionkind then I wouldn't be a "kanade kinnie" id BE kanade. just like how Vriska's whole video is about how fickind tend to suppress their identity to be more palatable. its just so hard to figure out if i AM fickindddd :|

and even then i dont feel like id be exactly like 'canon' me. id be different. id have several traits and such that i always have said I 'headcanon' Kanade with. maybe thats just me bein a bit Sillymode but urghfghg.

im just like i am in the game. i dont go outside regularly because the sun hurts my eyes, bright lights in general suck (though this may just be because my eyes are a lighter color- qwant it its weird), im very serious about music and i do believe it CAN save people, im not very good at personal hygiene and yet inexplicably im considered ~generally~ attractive by, at the very least, my parents. I've mentioned all that before, though. Plus preferring online school.

another thing i want to say bc i feel like it. everytime i see anyone else who's also a character i Am (ex, someone else who's Kanade) i dont ever get bothered. bc my brain rationalizes it through 'multiverse theory.' TL;DR 'doubles' dont bother me because i believe in infinite alternate realities and that if someone else is also kanade then they're just a kanade from an alternate reality. does that make sense?

i still feel a disconnect between the kanade in prosekai and myself- the kanade i am. enough to where i can refer to her in the 3rd person comfortably. im not the same as her. there's differences, I can feel them. ill just refer to Kanade in the game as 'canon!kana'/'canon!me' because that's easiest;

the biggest difference between us is that, well, canon!me is human. she also isn't explicitly trans in any direction, and is also a hard worker. all of that is stuff that doesnt apply. im trans- im queer in every sense of the word. every inch of my identity is a little weird, a little 'out of the norm.' No part of me can be easily described to a lot of people. I do know, thankfully, that people in the real world can be accepting. My Nana supports xenogenders and she's in her early 70s. Granted, I am her main source of information on neurodivergency and queer identity, but I'm able to unbiasedly explain terms and gently guide her in the right direction. I would feel safe in admitting I am not human, and do not like physically being so. I'm lazy- admittedly due to depressive symptoms, but I do not like work. I generally just hate having to do physical activity- even just in-general work. The reason I'm almost-failing all of my classes in highschool is because I hate working for more than a few minutes at a time, especially consecutively.

Of course, I will say I am not a person who really experiences delusions. That isn't to say those who do are lesser or that I'm better- it's just a simple fact. I specify that because this is the 'piss on the poor' website. I can seperate my physical body right now as I physically am from my possible fictionkinnity- at this current moment I am (at the very least biologically) not a shapeshifter like I often call myself. I am human, I am biologically a perisex female, etc. I don't like to see myself like that. I am Uta, yes. But Uta isn't a human. Uta is Kanade Yoisaki. Uta is a shapeshifter. In some way or another, I am nonhuman- or otherwise 'different.' I always have been.

idk. im just kanade. i dont properly know what i mean by it, other than. well. I Am Kanade. and that's really all there is to it.lon

[crazylittlejester]

HELLO JES!!! hdjsdhjsk im back to sending asks im feeling a bit better now so hopefully i can send in some stuff

ANYWAYS i've been playing a lot of hyrule warriors recently and i keep thinking of wars and stuff so i thought i'd give you something funny

so in hw when you're just doing the scenarios or adventure mode you can collect magic jars and i like to think that wars has some stashed in his bag or whatever just incase the need for them arises but but picture this

the chain roaming through a new era and ending up in a very very dark place where they unfortunately have no light source and no way of seeing where they're going

that's where wars comes in where he just starts rummaging through his things and eventually comes across one of those special magic jars, chugging the whole thing and then starting to walk infront of everyone as they all stare at him with a bunch of different reactions because like.. he just drank magic... and now he's glowing like a fucking nightlight....

it runs out a short while after though and then everyone is plunged back into darkness... whoops........

i love hyrule warriors so so so much and linking it to warriors and thinking about how he'd still have some of the traits and items that he did in the game and how he'd use them and what not is so interesting and funny to me because it opens like so many different doors

anywho i hope you've been well!!! you are so so awesome and i appreciate you sm!!

HI HELLO!!! I’m glad you’re feelin better I was worried about ya

Banger game I support your obsession

YES YES YES. First of all it’s hilarious to imagine the chain’s reactions to him holding out a finger like “one second please”, downing a bottle of something, and then turning into a glowstick. I’ve been trying to figure out how I wanna incorporate how his magic works in fics, because I want to USE IT but I want to find like, a reasonable way for him to “charge” his magic up without having to rely on buying potions constantly. It’s something I’m fiddling around with alskddalld

and I’M GOOD, I’m losing my mind a bit and doing research for a ✨yap✨. It feels like I’m using my powers for evil but I’m having fun. And we’re all gonna find out together if tumblr has a word limit for posts because I’ve never tried to post like 2k words before-

ANYWAYS IM GLAD YOURE FEELING BETTER, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF GET SOME WATER AND FOODS AND REST. YOU’RE AWESOME 🫶

@hyruledwarriorr