#i swear these are getting longer

[indigo-ghost-girl]

Spoilers for parts of Sonic Frontiers...

Part 1

Part 5

Soft chirping crickets hopped around among the lush grass of Ouranos island. Moonbeams brilliantly flowed down to the surface of the planet, illuminating and lining everything in sight with a silver shine. Seagulls slept soundly in their nests along the cliffside, tucked into their feathers.

Near the giant, looming stone structure at the islands center, a group of 5 people a small circle.

No one spoke.

Sage had just concluded her revelation. The small Ai girl looked from one member of the group to the next. Their reactions had been mostly what she had expected.

Tails was silent, staring pointedly into the horizon at the vast dark sea in the distance, the knuckle of his right index finger pressing firmly into his chin. His brow was furrowed, the short marigold furs above his eyes spiking outwards. The fox was blinking hard, the light of the moon glimmering off the watery sheen coating his eyes. He swallowed, throat dry and itchy.

Amy’s mouth had been periodically opening and closing, her actions and facial expression similar to that of a mortified fish staring up helplessly at the cleaver about to slice its head off. Her mouth had dried, shriveling up the words she was searching for. “He… lost?” Amy eventually whispered; its hushed tone came out horse. Her green eyes peered skyward, searching the stars for any glimpse of a golden streak of light. “And he…” Amy’s words faded into silence. The hedgehog took a few stumbling steps backwards.

Knuckles was stiff. His eyes seemed dazed, somehow duller than normal. His breaths were tight, stifled, every breath in was constrictive, a battle to inhale oxygen into his lungs. A losing battle. The muscles in his hands were starting to strain under the tight grip he had been clenching them in. His shoulders knotted together behind him, his tense shoulder blades held end to end like a vice. His mouth was twitching, the corners of his mouth twitching into and out of a snarl.

Eggman had returned to his eggmobile long ago, his pompous posterior perched at the edge of his padded seat. Two fingers pushed up the glasses into his face as he squinted into the holographic screen beaming up from his console. The rest of fingers still tapping away at the compact keypad below as the others had their moments.

“No.” Knuckles spoke up, his voice was low, echoing across the quiet whispers of the night. The red echidna shook his head stiffly.

”No!” he repeated, head snapping up. The human jumped at the outburst, left hand shifting to hover over a red button on his console. Knuckles’ eyes zeroed in on the doctor.

“You are not tricking me this time Eggman! I’ve had enough of your tricks and deceit.” Knuckles barked. The echidna scowled at “Sage” redirecting his fiery glare onto her. He could not believe this girl for a second, if she was that deceiver’s daughter, he didn’t trust her either.

Eggman’s lips curled up into an annoyed snarl, “Echidna, get this through your thick skull. Sages programming dictates that she must protect me from any threat to my life. And unfortunately, despite my near infinite genius, I can’t stop that thing from destroying this universe,”

Eggman turned away, “Not alone at least,” he hissed through gritted teeth “and if I die,” his head swiveled back, “You die and your precious angel island goes down with you. I trust my dau- uh,” he stuttered before clearing his throat with a short cough, “CReation, and unless you want to see this planet blow up, you will have to as well.”

Tails eyes unlocked from the horizon, having quietly listened in to the conversation with his finger slipping off his chin. “Knuckles perhaps…” Tails spoke up quietly.

“Well, I trust Sonic!” Knuckles shouted, missing the fox’s comment completely, “He’s had to clean up your messes for years and I refuse to believe he failed. All you have ever done is lie and cheat! I refuse to believe Sonic lost!” the echidna stomped up to Eggman angrily, only stopping when Sage floated between the two heated characters.

Sage interjected herself into their argument, “Your faith is admirable, guardian of the master emerald, your words are close enough to the truth, he almost did win-“

“No!” Knuckles growled, “The last time I saw you, you opened fire on him! How am I meant to believe you?!”

Amy took a step forward reaching out for the echidna’s arm, “Knuckles,” She spoke tugging him away from Eggman.

Knuckles shrugging Amys hand from his arm. “No Amy!” He said, not looking at her. “How do I know you didn’t take advantage of Sonic’s lowered guard? How do I know you didn’t launch him halfway across the galaxy after stealing the emeralds from him?”

“That’s why that things hand is missing isn’t it?” he accused, gesturing at the giant limp robot standing in the trees near them.

The AI brought her hands to her face, her red glitches shifting to blue for a moment, “No! Echidna you and your friends are in grave danger, we must to travel to angel island to-“

“So that it! You’re after master emerald!”

“Please, we don’t have time for this-” Sage begged, hovering down closer to his eye level.

The conversation was abruptly cut short when something large and bright lit up the sky. All attention was immediately turned upwards. A near blinding flash of red and white sparks illuminated the night sky. Tails quickly tucked his big ears under his hands.

Seconds later, a deafening bang reverberated down into the island. Knuckles and Amy were forced to clamp their hands over their ears as well. The ground shook violently beneath them, forcing all on the ground to stumble around to keep from losing balance. All the seagulls took off from their nests along the cliffside, turning the skies into a flurry of panic and white feathers.

What came next was a sharp and powerful wind. It tore through the air, pressing down mercilessly on all on them. A few of the thinner trees snapped under the force of the wind, some toppling to the ground, their new roots unearthed and bare.

Tails and Amy, who were already off balance, were knocked over by the blast. Even Eggmans eggmobile couldn’t handle the force, it tipped over sideways, throwing the man overboard. Sage immediately followed the path of his fall, at his side when he hit the ground.

“What was that?” Amy asked, voice trembling nervously. Her own comment barely made it to her ears over the loud ringing now bouncing around inside her earcannal’s.

“Oh no!” Sage whispered.

“Sage-” Eggman started, fearful but stern, scrabbling to his feet.

The AI turned to the only one in the group who had managed to stand their ground. “Knuckles-“

Before another word could be spoken, all five were blasted outwards. All went flying, even the Echidna. Something had launched itself into the centre of where the group had been recuperating.

The seagulls flooding the skies squawked louder as they were swept up in the sudden tidal wave of wind, creating a ripple of birds that squawked across the sky.

“…Sonic wind.” A calm voice spoke amongst the chaos, “That is what he calls it, how quaint.”

Knuckles groaned, snapping his head up to see what had blind sighted them.

The figure was red a hedgehog, quills upturned, red and white shoes hovering just above the tips of the grass. Knuckles eyes widened in recognition.

He would recognize those quills anywhere. It was Sonic… but… No! The aura around the hedgehog buzzed, humming akin to a large generator and Knuckles was sure his nose picked up a charring smell.

A calm, sort of amused smile was perched lightly on Sonic’s muzzle, like a small bird rustling its feathers. Nothing like Sonic’s signature warm and confident smirk.

This smile was cold: malevolent. Empty.

The hedgehog was staring at his glove, small chunks of the white cotton seemed missing, it watched, almost playfully, as the small red of gusts of glittering winds danced beautifully among his fingers.

Knuckles grit his teeth, hard. So; Sage had been telling the truth.

Eggman, who had landed closest to the echidna, cleared his throat. “Believe her now echidna? ”Eggman grumbled out the side of his mouth.

“Shut it, nosehair.” Knuckles growled, baring his gritted teeth at the human.

“S-sonic?” Amy spoke up, pushing herself to het feet.

The hedgehog spun his head to her gracefully. The smile grew wider.

Amy felt her shoulders tense. His eyes! The white of his eyes, infected with an inky black. His emerald eyes now tainted with a glowing neon purple that seemed to float lifelessly in the void. His eye lids drooped hallway down his face as he brought his attention to her, he seemed so calm, viciously so.

“Greetings, Amy Rose,” It spoke again, its layered voice dancing as delicately as the wind weaving about his fingers.

“Enlighten me,”

Amy felt the air around start her fizzle. It pricked lightly at her skin.

“How resilient are you?”

In a second, those burning purple eyes appeared before of her nose. Time warped to an unbearable crawl around her. All she could do was stare at the hedgehogs face, eyes wide and pupils two purple specks, as she felt something dig into her abdomen in painfully slow motion. She couldn’t feel the pain of the punch, she barley even noticed it was there, too taken off guard by how fast he had moved and how close Sonic’s face was to hers.

The wind whistling past her ears drowned out the screams of the others calling her name. At some point mid-air she got a grip on herself and managed to land on her feet. The dirt and grass piled up behind her boots as she slid backwards. Her back hit a tree with a thump, knocking the air from her lungs and jostling the leaves of the tree. Amy stumbled, falling onto her knees, gasping for breath and clutching at her abdomen.

“Sonic stop!” Tails cried. The fox began scrambling to his feet, quickly approaching the hedgehog.

“Tails Don’t!” Knuckles, bolted at the red hedgehog, fist pulled back. The purple eyes shifted slightly.

It was Knuckles turn to have the wind knocked out of him, tossed back by a massive blade of air that shrieked at him. It blasted him upwards at a sharp angle, flinging him far across the landscape.

Its eyelids fell, unamused, “Impatient guardian, you will have your fight, wait your turn,” it tutted.

“Knuckles!” Tails cried, reaching out a hand to his friend as he disappeared into the distance across the island.

“Miles, “Tails” per hour,” said a voice next to his ear. Tails filched, leaping away.

It walked at him slowly, hands casually clasped behind its back, the light of the morning sun seemed cold as it rose behind the hedgehog, shadowing his face and letting the purple eyes light up Sonic’s features.

The fox stumbled backwards, it continued to approach. Tails’ body was shaking, his arms and legs trembling but he clenched his fists, holding his ground. He gulped, pressing down his growing dread, “Sonic,” he started, voice as shakey as his limbs “You have to stop this… you can fight it…”

It titled its head at him, stopping right in front of his face.

“Sonic… can you hear me?” Tails squeaked.

A soft laugh, “Oh the mortal can hear you young kitsune,” it chuckled.

Tails took a step back.

Red eyelids concealed his pupils for a moment. His left eye opened again, unveiling a shaking green iris. It glanced around frantically for a moment, bouncing around the void until it settled on Tails. It shrank.

“S-s-sonic?” Tails stammered.

“He pleas for you to flee,” it informed, politely.

The green eye was quelled by the red eyelid once again and the purple eyes from before gleamed in its place.

“Although I am curious,” it pondered, smile widening into a great black smile, illumined by a neon purple tongue, “How do you flee from the fastest thing alive?”

Knuckles came flying from the trees at the hedgehog, hollering a rage fueled war cry, spines full of twigs and leaves, aiming a fist in its direction.

Another wave of wind was thrown his way, but this time Knuckles was prepared, he swerved out of the way. The aftereffects of the wind dragged him back but he stood firm, his shoes grinding away at the ground beneath him. The echidna blinked; the hedgehog had vanished. He saw Tails’ eyes widen at something behind him.

“Too slow,” Knuckles whipped his head around, it was right behind him smile gleefully wide. The echidna ducked just in time, missing the first punch the hedgehog had thrown. Knuckles landed and immediately rolled away from the second punch. When hedgehogs fist hit the earth, an explosion of mud and rocks shot up into the air.

The echidna caught some debris in his mouth and he spat it out as he jumped to his feet. The earth explosion fell, hitting the grass in many soft pattering sounds. Among the shower of soil stood the hedgehog.

It opened its mouth, its eyes open unnaturally wide, “Knuckles the Echidna, guardian of the master emerald, your skill is to be expected. Yet you are no match...”

The hedgehog was suddenly a spinning red ball. Knuckles had barely milliseconds to raise his fists in defense. He had expected Sonic to bounce off him. Instead, the ball of spikes tore through his defense. A horrible crunching sound met his ears as pain exploded into his right fist.

He stumbled away, lashing back with a blind punch.

Burning hot fingers wrapped around his wrist. His punch was brought to an abrupt stop. The echidna bit back a hiss as the red-hot fingers tightened.

It continued gently, “…For you have no notion of how greatly your friend restrains himself. I However-” It swiftly caught the other wrist as Knuckles threw his second punch. “-Have no qualms on the subject.”

The rage in Knuckles eyes deepened as he glared into the eyes of the other, cringing as the grip around his wrists got hotter. The hissing sound of Sonic’s cotton gloves ashing and melting, contaminated the air.

It smiled back at him, that deceivingly soft smile. Its eyebrows raised and its gaze turned to his right fist. Knuckles eyes flickered to his claws. Only to see two cracked stumps. His gut clenched painfully.

A mighty thwack brought his attention back to the fight his wrists released. Knuckles pulled away. A blur of yellow and white. Tails had hit the hedgehog back with his tails. He felt a hand grab his arm, yanking him away from another punch.

The echidna was deposited at the foot of the tall stoney cliff. The fox landed next to Knuckles with a huff. “It’s toying with us,” he exhaled. “Knuckles, we… have to try the plan.”

The red hedgehog tilted its head curiously, peering down at the two below it.

“You can’t handle that thing by yourself!” Knuckles insisted, eyes still locked on to the smiling hedgehog. He flexed his right hand into a fist, parts of his crumpled claws flaking into small bits that fell to the ground.

“Good thing he’s not alone then,” Came Amy’s voice from behind him. Amy waltzed into his field of vision, a slight limp to her step and a massive hammer resting against her right shoulder. She wiped off a smudge of dirt from her muzzle with her thumb. “Go! We’ll cover you.”

[bunnyheritageposts]

the qualities of Bunny are

-Two Long Ears (or anything resembling ears such as horns/antennae)

-Fluffy

-Round Shape (some nuance here esp for hares)

with secondary characteristics being

-Long Feets

-Mischievous little guys

with this philosophy much more can be Bunny than just rabbits. You Too can be Bunny . open your eyes and hearts

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Attack of the Killer Queen

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

The Fun Gang finally arrive in Queen's lair, and attempt to take her on! But it's far from easy to battle an ancient, dark god...especially one so steeped in acid!

PHEW dang this part took me WAY longer to finish than I was expecting, but finally, as many have asked, we have the Queen boss battle! Next part will be up tomorrow!

[tubbytarchia]

Hey guys I think The Last Unicorn is such a Scott book

[cosmicwhoreo]

.... Okay, so I might have made a ahit oc during my downtime. Based on the idea of "yeah the idea of hat kid being a little space orphan doing a job is sad.... But what if they were separated from their family and needed to get back home instead?"

And what if their worried mother came to the planet they were on, looking for them after they'd JUST LEFT like a month ago?

SOOOOOO HERE'S SUMMER!

I may have gotten carried away with myself on this idea-

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Praying for Tim or Duke in Sanrio themed clothes

Fucking loved this prompt. Thank you so much, anon!

[galacticlamps]

ok I have A Lot of thoughts about the staircase confession (well really about Edwin's whole character arc, but all roads lead to rome) but for now I just wanna say that, yes, I was bracing myself for something to go terribly wrong when I first watched it, and yes, part of me was initially worried its placement might be an uncharacteristically foolish choice made in the name of Drama or Pacing or Making a Compelling Episode of Television but at the expense of narrative sense--

But I wanna say that having taken all that into account, and watched it play out, and sat with it - and honestly become rather transfixed by it - I really think it's a beautifully crafted moment and truly the only way that arc could've arrived at such a satisfying conclusion.

And if I had to pinpoint why I not only buy it but also have come to really treasure it, I'd have to put it down to the fact that it genuinely is a confession, and nothing else.

That moment is an announcement of what Edwin has come to understand about himself, but because it takes the form of a character admitting romantic feelings for such a close friend, I think it can be very easy, when writing that kind of thing, to imbue it with other elements like a plea or a request or even the start of a new relationship that, intentionally or not, would change the shape of the moment and can quickly overshadow what a huge deal the telling is all on its own. But that's not the case here. Since it is only a confession, unaccompanied by anything else, and since we see afterward how it was enough, evidently, to fix the strangeness that had grown between him & Charles, we're forced to understand that it was never Edwin's feelings that were actually making things difficult for him - it was not being able to tell Charles about them. 'Terrified' as he's been of this, Edwin learns that his feelings don't need to either disappear completely or be totally reciprocated in order for him to be able to return to the peace, stability, and security of the relationship with which he defines his existence - and the scale of that relief a) tells us a hell of a lot about Edwin as a character and b) totally justifies the way his declaration just bursts out of him at what would otherwise be such a poorly chosen moment, in my opinion.

Whether or not they are or ever could be reciprocated, Edwin's feelings are definitively proven not to be the problem here - only his potential choice to bottle it up - his repression - is. And where that repression had once been mainly involuntary, a product of what he'd been through, now that he's got this new awareness of himself, if he still fails to admit what he's found either to himself or to the one person he's so unambiguously close with, then that repression will be by his own choice and actions.

And he won't do that. Among other things, he's coming into this scene having just (unknowingly) absolved the soul of his own school bully and accidental killer by pointing out a fact that is every bit as central to his self-discovery as anything about his sexuality or his attraction to Charles is: the idea that "If you punish yourself, everywhere becomes Hell"

So narratively speaking, of course it makes sense that Edwin literally cannot get out of Hell until he stops punishing himself - and right now, the thing that's torturing him is something he has control over. It's not who he is or what he feels, but what he chooses to do with those feelings that's hurting him, and he's even already made the conscious choice to tell Charles about them, he was just interrupted. But now that they're back together and he's literally in the middle of an attempt to escape Hell, there is absolutely no way he can so much as stop for breath without telling Charles the truth. Even the stopping for breath is so loaded - because they're ghosts, they don't need to breathe, but also they're in Hell, so the one thing they can feel is pain, however nonsensical. And Edwin certainly is in pain. But whether he knows what he's about to do or not when he says he 'just needs a tick,' a breather is absolutely not what's gonna give him enough relief to keep climbing - it's fixing that other hurt, though, that will.

Like everything else in that scene, there's a lot of layers to him promising Charles "You don't have to feel the same way, I just needed you to know" - but I don't think that means it isn't also true on a surface level. It's the act of telling Charles that matters so much more than whatever follows it, and while that might have gone unnoticed if anything else major had happened in the same conversation, now we're forced to acknowledge its staggering and singular importance for what it is. The moment is well-earned and properly built up to, but until we see it happen in all its wonderful simplicity, and we see the aftermath (or lack thereof, even), we couldn't properly anticipate how much of a weight off Edwin's shoulders merely getting to share the truth with Charles was going to be, why he couldn't wait for a better, safer opportunity before giving in to that desire, or how badly he needed to say it and nothing else - and I really, really love the weight that act of just being honest, seen, and known is given in their story/relationship.

[drawnandredrawn]

According to the preview I posted in discord, I actually did START this one on time for the StaticMoth Revival event, but my filing system is so bad I lost track of it for like, a month.

Anyway day 7 is a Free Day and this post is for that, since I'm stuck on the other uhhhhh four prompts. Expect them At Some Point but not with any kind of speed or consistency probably.

[ratdadsnest]

I want them to interact SO BAD

[redo-rewind-if]

(∩^o^)⊃━☆ progress time~

Next Update (Chapter 3? Quite Possibly!):

Intro Scene (if not on music fest route): 100%

Music Fest Routes (Solo, V, and Amara): 100%

Club Pyre Path: 100%

Editing: 100%

Coding: 95%

Bug Testing: 0%

As you can see, the editing is all done!! Woohoo!!! There's a tad more coding I need to get finished and then it's over to bug testing. Barring any complications, I think the next update should be out by the end of next week! 🥳

[transmascissues]

i’m two weeks post-op from top surgery. here’s what i’ve learned from a week of figuring out how to shower:

i’m able to undress, get my bandages off, and dress afterward by myself now. i have very hypermobile joints though (especially in the joints in my arms — i can typically zip up a back zipper or apply sunscreen to most of my back without help) so i’m not sure if someone less bendy with my current level of limited motion would be able to do it without help. i can’t however put all of the bandages back on by myself because it takes two sets of hands to hold the pads on while wrapping the ace bandage, and the drain sites are too far back for me to put bandaids on myself.

showering is the only time i have my ace bandage off, and it’s a totally different experience walking around and moving my arms without anything holding my chest in. i’m super sensitive to movement now, and probably look a lot more flexible when i’m wearing it than when i’m not even though the bandage restricts my movement because when i’m not wearing it, i’m much more aware of how my skin is being moved around when i do things. it’s not necessarily an uncomfortable thing most of the time, it’s just very sensitive.

along those lines, i was also surprised to find out i can’t put my arms down as much with the bandage off as i can with it on. my incisions wrap all the way under my armpits at almost hit my back, so without anything between them and my arms, things get uncomfortable pretty fast.

my center of balance being off was definitely the most obvious challenge i hit right away. my shower is a hybrid shower and bath, so i have to step over a decently high ledge to get in and out, and it’s a pretty shaky process, especially since i have to keep my chest away from the stream of water and still can’t really use my arms to steady myself. it’s also something i have to be cautious of while i’m in the shower, since being off-balance while in a slippery shower isn’t a great combination.

i was really nervous about how the water running down my chest would feel, so for my first shower i tried to take it slow and just let a few small streams run down it before going for the full thing. as it turns out, that was a mistake because i’ve found that the faster, wider streams with more water are a lot less uncomfortable (mostly i don’t feel any discomfort at all), while the smaller drips are really unpleasant because they’re slower and totally focused on one specific spot.

i haven’t been taking super hot showers but they definitely have been decently hot, not lukewarm or anything, and i haven’t had any issues with the heat on my incisions being uncomfortable. i am still careful with how hot i set it though — i usually start it on a pretty lukewarm setting and gradually go up once i’m in just to be safe.

i’m still having a lot of trouble pushing down on bottles with pumps, so i had to unscrew the tops off of all of my shower products, and i’ve just been pouring out the amount i need.

it’s always good to keep products low so you don’t have to overextend your arms to reach them, but i’ve found that bending forward at the waist without compression is super uncomfortable — it feels like gravity is dragging my chest down. so when i have to pick something up from a lower spot, i’ve been keeping my torso upright and just crouching down with my hips and knees to reach it instead of bending forward like i normally would.

when i’m putting any products in my hair, i’ve found the easiest way to do it is to flip my hair forward so my head is at hand level instead of trying to reach up. i can reach up if i go one side at a time and tilt my head to the side to meet my hand but that’s much harder and i still can’t really get the very back of my head that way. the one issue is that i can’t just flip my head up to get all my hair back over my head once i’m done, so i have to take the time to sort of fold it back before i straighten up again.

when i’m rinsing my hair, i do have to just lean back and do my best with reaching my hands up because i can’t face the water to rinse with my hair over my head. this is by far the most unstable position for me — standing with your back and shoulders hunched, your arms tucked in, and your head all the way back isn’t great for balance — so i always make sure to have one hand resting on the wall while i run my hair under the water like that.

even though i’m showering, i’m glad i got a bunch of body wipes because there’s still really not much i can do as far as washing my body. almost everything would require putting some part of my chest directly in front of the stream, and with the way my mobility is still limited it would be hard to get the soap in most places anyway, so i’ve been staying on the safe side. i can imagine it being possible with a detachable shower head, but i have one and have absolutely no chance of being able to reach it, so i think it’s safe to say there’s no good way for me to wash my body in the shower without someone else helping.

i typically don’t have a bath mat outside my shower because my sensory issues do not like the way carpet feels under wet feet, but i’ve been sucking it up and using one for now because i don’t want to slip on my way out and i know that’s much more likely at the moment. i also don’t lock the door like i normally would, so if i need help i can just call for someone in my house and they’ll be able to get in.

drying myself off is a very slow process. i can’t really rub back and forth or press very hard and my ability to reach certain parts of my body with the towel is limited, so i mostly have to just swish the towel over myself until it gets the heavy stuff off and just let the rest air dry. i’ve also been using a separate clean towel to pat my chest dry, just to make sure i’m keeping the incisions clean, especially since my body isn’t getting thoroughly washed. when i’m drying my stomach off, i always make sure to move the towel up toward the incision so i don’t tug on it at all.

my surgeon has me putting aquaphor on my incisions after showers, so i’ve been directly touching them for the first time. i was super nervous because when she put the aquaphor on it was super unpleasant, but i’ve found that i’m much gentler doing it on myself and it’s not bad at all. i try to be super diligent about washing my hands throughout the whole process because i don’t want to get something on my fingers without realizing and then touch my incisions with it still there or touch my incision and then put my fingers back into the aquaphor with bits of scabby stuff still on my hands. i usually dry my hands on a clean washcloth instead of my usual hand towel just to make sure everything’s clean; that’s probably overkill, but it makes me feel better.

since my ace bandage just wraps around and the tightness is completely up to how we wrap it, my boyfriend took a picture of where the bandage started and ended when my surgeon put it on me, and now, every time we put it on me we basically just match where she put it. that way, we know it’s always at least close to the tightness she thought was appropriate. we have had to adjust over time though, mostly to make it tighter as the bandage loosens from me wearing it.

i’ve found that getting my bandage put back on after having it off for a while always sets my sensory issues off and no matter how well we put it on, it feels too loose and in the wrong place and like it’s falling and generally not great. i’ve found that the best way to readjust to having it on is to sit with my back against a pillow and a mastectomy pillow around my chest. that way, the whole bandage is held in place and doesn’t move around for a while, which gives me some time to get used to it again.

i’m always pretty tired after showering — it’s by far the longest i’m ever standing up and the most i ever have to use my arms. that’s not super surprising, but it’s worth mentioning. i’m writing this as i’m crashed on the couch just resting and doing nothing physical because i took a shower a little while ago, and i can definitely still feel it even though it’s been a bit.

overall, showering has been a really great time and i honestly really look forward to it (and not just because i get to be less gross). it’s the only time i get to just look at my new chest and sit with it and interact with it take a million pictures of it and get my first taste of walking around my house shirtless and all that good stuff, and i’m fully taking advantage of that time. it’s also been an good opportunity to monitor how things are healing — the various discomforts and pains i get during the day stress me out a lot less when i can look at my chest and see that things are healing well, and even when something looks like it might not be ideal, i feel a lot better knowing i can keep an eye on it and instead of stressing out about it constantly, i just keep reminding myself to give it some time and check on it next time i shower.

i didn’t really know going in what showering would be like at all — i knew some people need help and some people can do it independently, but i’ve never seen someone talk about what doing it independently is actually like. i’m sure it looks different for everyone, but this is what it’s like for me!

[front-facing-pokemon]

[luimagines]

it didn't answer my question but it was delightful to read nonetheless!!!!!

i meant like.. yk how you mentioned that the chain would doubt human reader more bcs theyre human?? then you said a situation when reader would save sky and sky would be like "nope readers got this fym they dont??" like what situations would happen with the others to make them also be like "nvm readers got this"?

(hopefully this makes sense HELP)

-person who asked about the human reader scenario thing

I've had to think about this for a while so I'm that this took me so long to answer. ^.^*

Twilight: Given that he has no problems with humans, Reader's problem would just winning him over as a person. He finds that he adore them just as much when he first introduces Wolfie to them. They gasped and instantly started complimenting and petting him, much to the horror of everyone else. They couldn't resist giving him kisses and telling what a good boy he was- not recognizing him a wolf. Twilight figures that if Reader likes animals, they're not all that bad.

Sky: His opinion was already mentioned when they got separated from the group and he hurt his ankle, unable to move on. Reader picked him up and carried him on his back until they were able to meet up with the group again. Their stamina and determination impressed him. From there he disregarded the other comments and assumptions about Reader, coming to their aid when they needed him to.

Wind: Being in the middle, Wind didn't really have much of an opinion. Not to mention that his age leaves him more vulnerable to going with the crowd and what the majority says. But there's a moment where his age also leaves him vulnerable as any small boy would. Reader finds him rubbing away the tears when the adventure become too much and lets him cry on their shoulder. They don't make a big deal out of it and help to hide the fact that he broke down from the other heroes. Wind's ego was bruised at being caught, but he's glad that Reader took his pride into account, knowing how much he wanted the other boys to view him as a equal. He'll remember that.

Wild: Reader was willing to eat anything Wild threw their way. they weren't picky and even willing to help make new recipes for Wild to make. They cooked together, sharing stories around the cauldron and laughing about how similar they were, even if they were still so different. Wild doesn't know/remember he's part human, but he knows he's different. Reader was always different so Wild doesn't think they'll see him as anything other than himself- and when they manage to choke down the dubious food he playfully tossed their way. He realized that was an invitation for the biggest prank war of the century. This'll be fun.

Legend: This boy near the end is just petty. At first Reader would meet his sass tit for tat. But after a particularly difficult day, Legend tries to get into the verbal sparring before Reader frustratedly tears up, hands clenched into fists and shaking from the restraint they hold over themselves. They yell at Legend, calling him out on his crap and saying that they're sick of his attitude and they don't understand what they did for him to fight them so much. It occurs to Legend that they were not on the same page after all and the verbal sparring was actually Reader attempting to defend themselves against his barrage of attitude. Reader takes off and Legend gives them time to cool down. He feels bad. He's self conscious enough to realize that he's the one at fault here.

Four: I think he's the simplest to be won over. Obviously, Reader has questions about the weapons he'd make in the forge. Even is Reader doesn't necessarily have the knowledge to meet him toe to toe in blacksmithing, they'd no doubt knowing someone who does. They mention techniques and Four was able to go on and on about his love and his passion with someone who actually listened. It doesn't seem like much to Reader but that sort of connection rewired something in Four's brain. Four may have grown up surrounded by bias but he's the fastest to simplify that Reader, at least, isn't defined but what others have told him.

Warrior: Is always watching them like a hawk. If they're up to something he's going to be the first to know. Because of this long time observation sting operation thing he sees all the little things that Reader does when they think no one is looking. Little by little his bias and hate his chipped away and before he knows it, when Reader is threatened, he's sprinting to come to their aid- worry gnawing at his bones on the off chance he doesn't get there in time. It's only after Reader is tended to and no long in any danger that he realizes the implications of his actions. He wants to hold on to what he thought he knew... but he finds that the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that Reader had already proven a lot of the rumors wrong. He owes them an apology.

Hyrule: As one the least trusting of the group, he would have spent a lot of time avoiding Reader just on principle. But then he gets a bad hit. Sliced right across his abdomen. He's bleeding out. There's a lot of blood loss. He's worried about the curse. The monsters. Hyrule. Reader is suddenly above him, pinning him down, refusing the very concept of him losing more blood. They're covered in the crimson liquid quickly. Despite not able to feel or use magic, they patch him up. They stich him together again. Through sheer force of will they refuse to let him die. They don't take advantage of his weakness. They don't use his blood for anything he would have thought they would. He passes out with his life in their hands and a debt to pay.

Time: Is skeptical of new people as a rule. But he never really believed the rumors of humans anyway. He just never had a personal experience with them and he knew better after everything he's gone through to make that call without have first hand information. There was a moment where they were about to check in to an inn but Reader was denied access. To avoid a fight, they stayed with Epona in the stables for the night. Time was furious with the concept. The next day, after herding them away from the others he asks why they didn't fight back. Why didn't they stand up for themselves? Reader explains that's just how it is between Hylians and humans. They don't expect anything glamorous when dealing with them. They say that being the bigger person comes at a price but they're not willing to sacrifice their head for the sake of someone who doesn't know them and will never see them again. Time isn't happy with this answer. It's not right. And isn't it a hero's job to fix what's wrong?

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MORE HAPRER PLEATHE HES SO FINE

youve asked this at such a good time because i had just had a harper design explanation idea and i wasnt sure if i should make it or not:

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Hello! I just discovered your blog and I immediately became captivated by your webcomic, but I'm unsure where to read all of it. I know it's on Webtoons, but I can see it hasn't been updated for a while, and you still post about it.

Are your physical novels just prints of the webcomic? Are they a continuation? Is the story complete? Thanks in advance!

Hi there!

Glad you found me and are enjoying my comic!

It's only on webtoons, and the story is not complete yet! We're 2/3 of the way through right now. It's currently on hiatus, and it's scheduled to come back in about 2 months!

I'll explain why it's been so long if you're curious, but also for my followers who might also be wondering about it under the cut. Sorry, it's pretty much just me complaining haha

I took a month off I took 2 months to get the books printed I took a month to prepare my next comic and I took 2 months to write the rest of the series (I knew the character arcs I wanted, but not the time periods or mysteries!!!) I've been working on actual episodes since then

I had to take some time off because of some pretty extreme burnout due to the sheer amount of work it was to draw over 800 pages and write 6 complete stories in a year and a half... I was getting sick almost weekly due to the overwork, it was really really bad honestly. I was having to work 60+ hours every week just to keep up...

The nature of the comic itself is also difficult... Each of the arcs is a complete, self contained story which can be read (ideally) without context, and my arcs need to be about 10-13 episodes each... And since I have an exact number of episodes to work with, it's even harder.

It takes a ton of planning and a ton of refinement, and working week to week with no breaks I was forced to put out second or even first drafts, so I just wasn't happy with the work I was doing... And to do that for the rest of the series? I wouldn't be proud of the work I did.

Plus... To be entirely honest, webtoon has treated me quite badly IN MY OPINION... They deprioritized me before I launched (I had to beg for more promotion, I'm not exaggerating), they outright denied me the opportunity to even ask for a raise, I don't make any money on fast pass and they pay me less than my partner makes working at trader joes. My first editor left me completely hanging, my second editor (who I loved) was fired... And they told me I wouldn't get a third season before my first season even finished. So it was just repeatedly completely demoralizing.

I'm sorry it has taken so long, it'll have been 10 months by the time I come back. But I realized... I won't get promotion either way. I won't get more episodes either way. I won't get more money either way. So to finish everything, to make it feel good, to make it something I'm proud of, I chose to take longer to make it better.

I am fully aware I will lose a significant amount of my readership for this and it might genuinely affect my career moving forward. But it's what I had to do! So I'm sticking to my guns on it, and I'm confident long term it'll be worth it. It never could have been this good if I didn't take this much time.

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@myszkaa It is completely bizarre to me, when I consider the story of Dungeon Meshi to be so clearly laid out, but I know it's because 1) fandom will always rally around the easiest, shallowest readings, the quickest and least challenging impressions, and, more importantly, 2) these attitudes will always affect characters of color in the most negative light possible. Seeing what's been happening to Kabru and Toshiro (and inevitably with Thistle I'm sure) feels like living through a time loop because they're the exact things I've seen happen in every fandom, like clockwork. The takes are all the same, just with different set dressing.

Because Kabru is positioned in the story in a way that is the slightest bit "oppositional" to golden boy Laios, and because he is not white, he is treated as inherently sinister and antagonistic, assumed to be full of himself and incorrect, because Laios is "right" so therefore Kabru must be "wrong." He is not given anywhere near the same amount of grace that his white counterparts are given. For example, I cannot imagine a fandom that would let Chilchuck be their darling if he were not white.

Even the most positive depictions of Kabru- normally from people invested in shipping him, so they don't register what they're doing as biased- often portray him as more aggressive than he is, whether that's making him short-tempered and violent or just mean and catty. Or he will be a prop for another character. Or they will go in the opposite direction and claim that there's absolutely no good reason anyone could possibly ship Kabru with anyone, and donwnplay his significance in the story to an absurd level.

Meanwhile his very obvious PTSD has only recently started to be talked about in fandom. I seriously did not see anyone actually use the term PTSD to describe Kabru until about a month ago, despite the fact that his PTSD is portrayed as clearly as Laios's autism, complete with triggers and flashbacks and panic episodes.

I like to write about Kabru because I find him and the story fascinating, but part of my motivation is that I want to make the fandom sympathize with him more. I'm trying to purify polluted waters one drop at a time.