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[penice]

when i first got on this website my outsona was a creepy dick but my insona was fun. Now its the other way around

[the-voidest-of-punks]

Liar

"Some humans can be."

Redraw of an older thing.

[djinmer4]

Millions and Billions (Amalgam!verse)

Takes place seven years before ‘Beware the Creeper’ but after ‘Origins’.

It was a good start, but not enough.  His article on the capture of Sly Tolliver and several high placed Sullivan family members had been good, but it wasn’t going to make his career for him.  It wasn’t high profile enough, not to mention most of his recordings and footage had been confiscated by the police.  He needed another lucky break, but the only thing in the underground grapevine recently was the death of old mob boss King Barlow.  Barlow had never been successfully charged for his crimes, but that had been decades ago, and he wasn’t like Whitey Bulger, with a lurid escape story, Barlow had never left town.  If anyone wanted to find him, they had known exactly where he was.

“Didja hear what just happened?”

“Old King Barlow just died- and left the Hyena millions!”

Now that was worth paying attention to.  “Vera, my sweet, what’s this about?”

“Cute, like I hadn’t heard that pun a million times already.  I take it you heard about Old King Barlow dying?”  Kurt nodded his head.  “Well the executor opened the will, and it looks like he left his estate to the Hyena!”

“Really?”

“Really.  The Hyena showed up at the court house and the will was upheld.  The editor wants someone to go and interview him.  You couldn’t pay me a million dollars to do that.”  His rival turned to look at him, but Kurt was already collecting his hat and trench coat.

“I’m not passing in anything for tonight’s issue, sweet Vera.  But look for me come morning and I’ll be . . . tickled green.”

“That’s not the way that phrase works, you kraut.”  Kurt ignored the insult and continued on his way.  He had a maniac to interview and an article to write!

The interview (Iceberg Lounge, of course) had been such a success, he and the recordings had actually featured on the evening news.  Two good scoops in a row, one more and the editor had been hinting that they would take him on a regular basis.  He’d probably still have to freelance (journalist salaries being what they were), but this was definitely a step in the right direction.

But . . . something just didn’t settle right with him about that story.  Not on the Hyena’s part (Creed H. Quinn, he’d have to remember that name), but something about Barlow.  Now of course, Barlow had never been successfully charged; it could also be assumed that no one had ever done a complete audit of his assets.  Sure he had paid taxes on what his declared income was, but could he really have managed to acquire the billions the will stated he had?  There were no major investments made on his part since his retirement, and the man had lingered in the hospital for over a year; that must have eaten into his capital.

So assume the Hyena had less money than he thought.  Clearly some of it had to be real, because the guy had hired a lawyer and was now holding up the courts with rounds and rounds of appeals while he was out on bail.  (How did that happen anyway?)  The man, while capable of planning, wasn’t known for having the best impulse control or making budgets.  How long before he ran through the dough?  And what would he do when that happened?

Kurt raised one hand to tap lightly on the thin cotton patch on his bicep.  Then he lowered it again without doing anything.  Not tonight anyway.  He needed some sleep for what he was doing tomorrow.  But the night after and maybe after that he could spend some time investigating.  He would need to work out a schedule for this.

“Guten abend, Dunkel Klaue.  Quis custodiet ipsa insona?”

Dark Claw turned to look at the speaker, but did a double take when he couldn’t see anyone there.  “Ryder?” he tentatively asked the air.

“The one and only!”

“Where are you?”

“Right here.”  From what appeared to be an empty, shadowed corner a green arm, with a red glove waved out.  Walking over, he finally saw the boots, the other glove, but not the boa.  Also a pair of dark eyes, but only after squinting for a few minutes.   “Are you  . . . invisible?

“Yes, isn’t it wonderful?”

“Are you naked?”

A low giggle emanated from nowhere.  “I’m invisible, not my clothes.  It’s not like it would work otherwise.”

He wasn’t going to think about that.  “Have you been stalking me?”

“Of course not, I’ve been stalking the Hyena.  You were just an unexpected bonus, Mr. Bachelor of the Year.”  With that, Dark Claw froze.  He wasn’t worried about blackmail, but Ryder was a reporter.

“Relax, relax.  I’ve known about this for months now.  The story wouldn’t be worth it.”  A flash of way too sharp fangs in the dark (what had been in that vat?).  “It’s much more interesting to just follow you around and report on all the villains you beat up.  Why if I wasn’t so concerned with other things, I could make my career entirely on your vigilantism.”  That wasn’t reassuring.  But Ryder hadn’t done anything yet so Dark Claw wouldn’t do more than threaten the man.  Later, when he wasn’t so rattled.

“So why are you following the Hyena?  Don’t think the man’s gone straight?”

“A crab may change his home, but a leopard won’t change his spots.  And with the way he’s spending cash like vasser, I’m looking to see what he’ll do when it runs out.”  A whisper of invisible flesh moving against brick.  “I take it you’re here for the same reason?”

Dark Claw grunted.  “Creed coulda gone straight any time over the past few decades.  He’s been poor, he’s been rich, he’s been shown compassion and hit with the worst of his crimes.  Nothing’s changed him so far.”

"Hmm, a good point.  Perhaps you’d like to see one of mine?”

The vigilante gave a wary glance at the supposedly empty corner.  From no where came a red-gloved hand, holding a gold ingot.  “Do I want to know where you were hiding this?”  Smothered laughter is all he got in return.  Carefully examining the bar, he realized something was off about the weight.  It was too light.  He scraped the side, which revealed dull grey metal under a thin coating of gold.  “Gold-plated lead?” he guessed.

“And that’s not all behind door number three!”  In rapid succession the empty corner produced a stack of cash (counterfeit, obvious counterfeit with the Hyena’s symbol printed on them) and a fine painting (too fine, another fake of something Dark Claw had seen in a museum).

“How’d you get all of these?”

“Quinn was arrogant enough to let some paparazzi take photo of the vault.  It was simply a matter of teleporting and landing on the ceiling.”  Dark Claw wanted to ask about the smell, which was one of the few things that could give Nightcreeper away, but the man went on a tangent on what he saw in the vault.  Still, he settled back to make himself more comfortable while listening to his companion’s blather.

The Logan Wayne persona had more than enough money to be comfortable for decades, so it’s not like Creed’s little fortune was actually an inconvenience to him.  But knowing that it was going to run out and sooner than his nemesis would expect was worth listening to his informant’s non-stop chatter for a while.

It took longer than either of them had expected, but the Hyena did run out, right about the time the IRS came knocking.  Nightcreeper sent of a quick signal to Dark Claw (via a one-way transmitter the other had given him), then deliberately landed on the armored car that the Hyena had hijacked.  The sudden appearance of the demon-faced man caused the villain to steer straight into a wall.

The Hyena climbed out of the ruined vehicle, picking up one of his unconscious henchmen’s automatics.  Crazy, but not a complete fool, he knew the only way he’d get away with it was if there were no witnesses.  Not hesitating at all, he opened fire on the green maniac in front of him.

“Hahahaha! Ooh, that tickles!”  

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”  He loaded a second clip and fired again, to know avail.  The lunatic kept advancing.  From behind, one of the goons got up and took a swing at him, only to be knocked out by- was that a tail?

“There’s more wrong here than I thought.  Who are you?”

“They call me . . . green-furred wacky man!  But I prefer Nightcreeper.”  A flash of fangs, a bang of smoke, and an arm like an iron bar was up against the Hyena’s throat, bending his back to a painful angle and pulling him into a headlock.  The criminal struggled, dropping the gun to claw desperately at the imprisoning limb.  Before everything went black he saw the black-clothed Dark Claw, with his peacock-clad assistant step into the alleyway he had crashed in.

“Thanks for the call,” said Dark Claw, firmly pressing a small patch to the other man’s bicep.  Due to the difference in heights, the hero was annoyed to find he had to reach up to apply the counter-agent.

“It was no trouble at all.”  Kurt Ryder watched as the green fur shed then seemed to disappear.  He still wanted to know where it came from and where it went, but no answers would be coming tonight.  “Thanks for bringing my clothes.”  He flashed a smile at Lark that was still too wide and fangy for the apprentice to be comfortable with.

“Yeah.”  The superhero watched as the other quickly discarded boa, gloves and boots to put on his suit.  “Look Ryder, before you go out there?”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to be doing this regularly?  I’m not going to argue about danger or anything, you’re a smart man.  But was this a one-off, or should we be on the look-out for you?”

Ryder fixed his tie, then raised his hand to neaten his rapidly darkening hair.  “You know what, I think I will be doing this in the future.  It’s a concrete way to help people, I can use what I learn to further my career, and being Nightcreeper is oddly liberating in a way.”  He flashed another mega-watt smile at the shorter man.  “Not all the time maybe, but perhaps a regular schedule.”

Dark Claw sighed.  The man actually was fairly competent, but he didn’t think he could take doing another stakeout with the talkative loon.  But if he was willing to help . . . “Here,” he said, handing him a new, permanent two-way communicator.  “If you ever have find that you need our help or need something official, use this.”

Dark Claw had plans to organize New Gotham’s vigilantes into a cohesive force.  This would be the first step.

[multi-level-shipper]

Insona(tm)

The anon that saw you as a mantis just found out your fursona without even knowing

does it still count as a fursona if it’s an insect

[milindso]

I apologize for the random Follow. I used to be Insona, but I moved blogs for reasons, and you were one of my favourite blogs i followed,

No, don't apologize! I'm not bothered at all. c:

[mayhw]

Ayra, my old insona! :v Magical Forest AU

[sweetcandyholic]

nico was meant to be my persona but also i dont use her as one so im not actually sure what to do with her

so i drew her in what i wore today

[noun-solstial]

N by NounSolstial I have missed drawing Nuon. It has been faaaaaaaar too long.

[authoralliance]

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[editorstone]

Why Collaborate using the INSONA Author Alliance Network Platform

STACKING THE ODDS

When someone originally decides to write a book, he or she may have visions of notoriety or a hope of helping the world. When a manuscript is finally completed, after endless hours of research and red-eyed sleepless nights, young writers often become discouraged by the overwhelming reality of the next steps. For someone who’s been there, it’s no secret that editing, cover art, market strategy, publication, distribution, etc. are the bigger part of an author’s job.

Along with traditions for countless newspapers, magazines, broadcasters, and other media outlets, the historic way of authoring a bestseller has been altered forever by the onslaught of the digital revolution. Unless you are already famous, the chance of today’s writer getting a contract for his book from a prestigious publishing house is near zero. Old-school publishers can’t compete in a market flooded with millions of self-published works, all seeking the eyes of the same readers. In addition to that grave fact, readers are being digitally transformed, too. People are spending less time reading for entertainment.

With innumerable grabs for the same audience and seemingly unending industry change, it may not come as any surprise that a variety of companies have sprung from the silt, designed to update the way we get our books into the world. One sector in the upwelling is the “Author Collaborator” field. I call them Partner Finders.

Officially, there is no name yet for this category, but there are dozens of companies, each with its own idea of how its business works. For many of these new-era companies, the method of operation is to put a percentile take on top of what the collaborator costs. For example, an author searches for an editor. The two agree on a timeline and fee to complete the project. Say the fee is $1500.00. The “Collaborator Finder” then becomes a third-party contract holder for the work, and tacks on a fee of ten to twenty percent, making the fifteen-hundred-dollar job an eighteen-hundred-dollar hit. At the author’s expense, the cost of notoriety or world contribution extrapolates further because the middleman "Finder" also charges the editor a percentage. More likely than not, the editor has built-in that expense in their fee to the author.

There are other services offering similar “matching services” that charge an outrageous annual membership fee to both the author and the editor. Or others that require committed contracts that put the “Finder” into a position of dispatcher. Many of these companies sub-contract editors to do work at a fraction of the collected fee while controlling who gets the work. As an author, wouldn’t you rather work directly with your editor, instead of having all communication with them monitored and manipulated by a sidelined spectator?

Not unexpectedly, even .org author organizations are fee-based. Today’s fledgling writer can expect to spend a bundle on a new book. For editing, formatting, cover art, printed books, marketing, and distribution, a first-time author can plan to hemorrhage four to twenty thousand dollars before the first book leaves the press. Even if you are only distributing eBooks, the cost spread can be paralyzing.

Fortunately, there are many self-help guides and mentors to help with the chore. But, stumbling through the maze of good advice and bad, can also be time daunting and further worrisome.

That’s why you should consider collaboration using INSONA Author Alliance Network.

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BEATING THE ODDS

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Built by authors for authors, INSONA’s catalog of qualified, vetted professionals grows daily. When you consider that every book may have multiple projects centered on a vital release date, INSONA Author Alliance Network is your one-stop dashboard for managing the entire book-making process. You may have a single book that utilizes a basic or PRO editor (or both), formatting for three versions (HC-PB-eBook), a marketing consultant, a jacket designer, an audiobook version, and two distinct book trailers with original music. Each of these individual projects can easily find a collaborative match in the system. From there you have the option of interviewing as many candidates as you like, and you are then given the ability to directly contact and contract your personally-targeted project partner.

INSONA algorithm offers Direct Collaboration between authors, editors, cover artists, illustrators, consultants, and countless other self-publishing professionals. Basic Membership in the system is FREE for LIFE for all U.S., Canadian, U.K., and Australian authors. At present, the service is offered only in the English language.

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About Author, Ray Palla - © 2017 | RPalla.com Software Architect | COO - INSONA Author Alliance Network | EditorStone | rp Books | Author of:   ● Krill America - 2014   ● Simple Triple Standard - 2015   ● H: Infidels of Oil - 2017                     "Never fry bacon naked." —rp

[author-ray-palla]

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[artsie-rosie]

Solari’s feelings for Setl - A progression

- ok he's sexy i want his body - ok he's alright i wanna spend time with him - wait no I'm not getting attached what are you talking about what is this weird feeling - WHY IS HE CAPTIVATING ME SO MUCH FUCKING MAKE THIS STOP - EVERYTHING HURTS EVERYTHING IS HORRIBLE I NEVER WANNA SEE HIM AGAIN but i want to - KILL ME AND TAKE MY HEART AWAY, I AM UNWORTHY OF THIS WORLD and finally - ok i fucking love you there I said it, shut up and be mine for ever you son of a bitch

[maroo-nian]

so kiwi and i recalled from the days of yore on deviantart that we both had a common interest in this thing called insona so we revamped our insonas

on the left is mine, ramo, a magical lich whose emotion is vengefulness, and on the right is kiwis, wik (who ramo calls wiki), and shes a banshee whose emotion is anger

we are the knife-hat brigade (my god)

[imtrublu]

Art requested by Redemptiondot of her OC Trace.