#lemme know if that doesn't work

[aeriona]

completely not forced at all!!! but would you ever consider sharing the brush? :OOO

of course :D

Granted they’re kinda crappy quality as i’m not an experienced brush-maker (the big chromatophore brush doesn’t loop seamlessly), but they work when i need them to lol.

Now i’m not entirely sure how useful these files will be to you, as i’ve discovered .brush files are only readable by procreate which is why i’ve shared a .zip version with both a .brush file and a .png of the spotty patterns themselves lol. So at the very least hopefully you can use the image files to make brushes in whatever program is applicable :).

[pollyna]

The night Bradley wakes up to find his parents sleeping on the ground around his bed is the night he gets annoyed because "nobody told me we were doing a sleepover!" So he takes his too-big-of-a-soft-plush, that's goose-shaped, and goes straight to cuddle with his dads. But Uncle Slider is there too, and Uncle Slider is the best person to cuddle when his parents aren't around, and he looks a little lonely. So he pats his dad's blond head and makes space for himself and Goosey between his uncle's arms. He's comfier than his bed, and Bradley doesn't have a single nightmare all night.

[ameliiorate]

☀︎ — closed starter for @romanticlcver ☀︎ — based on

"Where did she go? We're going to be late for our 2:00 o'clock," Grayson gripes to a nearby employee, emerging from his office after waiting around for his new personal assistant. One that he had hired of his own volition, admiring the tenacity of the woman but now he is left wondering if he had made a big mistake. When the employee scrambles to point toward the nearby restroom, Grayson mumbles a thank you before making a beeline to stand outside of the private facilities. He raps his knuckles against the door, feet tapping impatiently. "Everything alright in there?"

[insertsomthinawesome]

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! Okay so honestly I have been very very inconsistent over the years with just disappearing for periods of time due to various things 😂 So it probably seemed pretty normal to most people.

But it felt different on my side, so I'm excited to be back in business. I took a month long hiatus! 31 days of not drawing digital art. Its not something I talk about on here? But I've been suffering from some serious long term Art Burnout for.... a really really long time. Long enough that I should've taken a break probably years ago. It finally got so bad that I could barely draw. I was scared to do it (cause it always looked "bad" in my eyes [i'll come back to that]) and doing it was exhausting and disheartening.

I talked it over with somebody and realized that the fear and anger and frustration I felt towards my own artwork was uh. Not Normal or Healthy. And I finally committed to taking a real break for once.

I still drew a little bit by hand? Traditional art has always felt like it has lower stakes for me (i don't often share it online, and sometimes I don't even share it with friends) so I did some of that when I felt like it. But Digital art was completely off the table.

I had put such an immense pressure on myself to make my digital art perfect, to make as much of it as quickly as possible to satisfy something. It wasn't fun anymore. I'm proud of what i've made over the years! But for a long time now the stuff I've been making was made while hating every second of making it. With some rare exceptions.

I hated my art! It was a combination of Perfectionism, taking in too many external expectations, and the burnout. If you hate doing something its kinda hard to love it even when you want too lol. It wasn't "Bad" in the sense that the quality was low and it was ugly! It was "Bad" in the sense that it was unhealthy for me to keep doing it at that point in time.

I'm glad to report though, that with my hiatus officially over as of Wednesday last week: I am once again. In Love. With doing art, and being an artist :)

I put off taking a break for years cause I was scared that taking a break would mean that I would never achieve all the things I wanted to do with art. I was scared it was a stupid and lazy thing to do that would mean I'd never achieve my dreams. And Also even though I kinda hated drawing, I also loved making art. Its a weird duality that I can't even really explain??? I hated it but I also loved it. I wanted it but I also wanted to run from it. It wasn't until I was more mature and had more clarity and insight (and unfortunately also until the problems got worse) that I was finally able to let go of those fears and just do it.

And I'm really really glad I did. It was everything I needed. And I hope to strike a better balance in the future with art. Taking more breaks when I need them, or just when other things have my attention like reading or Video games (Some star rail got played during this time xD)

From the outside things probably aren't going to be that different?? At this point I don't really have any sure plans to post anything I've been drawing since my Hiatus ended. I might or I might not xD I'm still a hobbyist artist taking things at her own pace, but I hope that it shows how much happier I am :)

Whumptober 2023 is being officially put to rest by this post btw! I was in major burnout when that event started, and I'm ready to just, move on from all the past expectations I'd shoved on my shoulders. If I feel like filling any of the prompts or going back to any of the ideas I'd come up for it I will! But I'm not going to worry about doing it unless the desire sets in. Thanks to everybody who's been so kind to me throughout my time on here as an artist! Ya'lls tags and screaming and kind words, the fanfic, the asks and the responses? Its been fantastic :) You guys have made me laugh, smile, and cry tears of joy. I hope from here that things only get better and sweeter! And if I have bad days again, that's okay too.

Here's to 2024 and whatever it may bring ya'll :D 🎉🎉✨✨🧡💜

[baynton]

here's my mega link to the ghosts xmas special, merry christmas ghosties xo

[msmc-796-official]

Hey Phoenix! Hey 796!

It’s been a minute since I got in contact with y’all, I’ve been busy, but I saw your chatlogs again (do NOT ask how I keep getting these, it’s not important :3 ) and I have something y’all might enjoy.

…get these to the right person. You might find some evidence you’d enjoy seeing. And don’t tell anybody you got it from me!

—the Intern

Attachments:

IPS_Northstar_LRim_ledger2_unmodified(1).omif

// Nice to hear from you again, Intern! Glad to hear they've not fired you just yet. And don't worry too much about hacking our chatlogs, I'm pretty sure Slipshod went in and tampered with our firewalls specifically to let you poke around in there. (Maybe don't tell Upper Management about that, though.) Now, what's all this abou-

// ...!

oh? did our friend at IPS-N send a present?

// ...something like that, yes. Take a look; I've got your six in case Kennedi comes barging in.

...holy RA above and below. I don't know how many people they blackmailed to get access to this kinda information, but these files are legit. heavily encrypted, mind you - I'd recognize that encryption software signature anywhere - but entirely legit. christ-the-buddha almighty, intern, what kinda privileges are they giving you?

// No idea. Can you decode them?

oh, easy - not the first time I've dealt with IPS-N corporate files, won't be the last. should be a higher-difficulty variant on their standard encryption if the pattern follows; I'll have the full document to you in like an hour, tops - maybe two if they've updated their encryption software since last time, which I highly doubt

// Your skill with hacking never ceases to amaze me, Slipshod. How the hell did HORUS let you go so easy?

look, when a HORUS cell splinters, it leaks a lot of incredibly talented people into the ether. it's just a matter of knowing which (if any) of those people have some actual merit, or if they're all useless dipshits who can't function outside of their gamer rig. if none of the other nearby cells are smart enough to ask you to stick around, that's their loss. you're lucky I wound up here at MSMC, instead of with one of the other big 4 members. (they certainly wouldn't have such outdated encryption software anymore, in any case)

// Fair enough, I guess. Thanks a lot for this, Intern - we've got some serious thinking to do.

-- Angel & Slipshod

[running-with-kn1ves]

5k celebration event Wahoo!--Requests open

ok I'm a LITTLE early but it's my spring break sO it's the only time I really have to write. Requests + sentence character prompts are gonna be open and answered ALL week and CLOSE march 9th, Friday 12:00 EST!

This event basically means u can send in an unlimited amount of requests/character prompts and I will do my best to answer all of them!

Requests/prompts can be:

NSFT or SFT

Yandere/non yandere

a monster/creature, a Fandom character, or one of my own little guys/gals!

A random scenario

Sentence prompts are essentially a character with a sentence/scenario type. Some examples may include:

"You look so pretty tied up like this."

"Just let me take care of you, why are you so stubborn?!"

"Will you stay with me tonight..? I don't want to be alone."

--Followed by the character/creature you'd like with it

Fandom list I write for can be found here! (If u don't see one just ask and I'll lyk if I know it well enough to write :D)

So, req to your hearts content! I prefer those with scenario/sentence prompts if possible but it's open to anything!

[acheemient]

Oh, she's cute!

FDR for size reference, 'cuz my tiny hands make it look bigger.

Get yours here!

[commlinking]

Orion finds himself and his friends (Ariel and Dion, of course) in an Oil House somewhere in Iacon. It's no Maccadam's, sure, but nobody's recommended that place to them yet. There are booths lining the side walls, circular tables near the middle of the room, and a bar to the far wall.

All three of them are at that bar, sitting on stools meant for taller Mechs than Orion. His legs dangle as he sits, though Dion laughs and says that's intentional, for bots who spend their solar cycles on their pedes and want to give them a bit to relax. Makes enough sense as anything else, and as much as Orion is one to research into such claims to find the more interesting story behind it, he's in not any particular mood to do so tonight.

He's tired- and yeah, sure, that's not completely new, he does have a habit of overexerting himself- but it's in a more emotional way than he'd predicted he'd find himself when he accepted the job title of Archivist. He's still in training, doing little more than Data Clerk work as he has code exchanged out from his time as a Dock Worker to something more currently useful, and learning what comes intuitively to built Archivists makes him feel like a newbuild all over again.

Orion's memory is good- but it's not 'has the entire Archive's current stock of books memorized' levels of good, and that's where some other Data Clerks that work alongside him are at. It's information on information on information that is all trying for a spot in Orion's processor, and he's still learning how to manage it all.

He hasn't even started the main job yet, how could he be tired already? Someone had mentioned that maybe what he needs is a memory storage upgrade, and he keeps wondering if maybe that'll do him some good.

There are two empty bar stools to Orion's right, with Ariel flinging an arm over his shoulders every once in a while and pulling him into a conversation with her and Dion on his left. He has a glass of engex and a datapad in front of him- one he's been trying to read for the past half an hour, unsuccessfully, as his focus keeps drifting to nothing in particular.

[inkshadow]

❝ how do you... not break your leg and stuff? ❞ his voice is quiet but with nobody else at the rink this close to closing time, he's just loud enough for his words to reach her. ❝ i've seen you around, um, sometimes. you do a lot of spins and stuff a-and go pretty fast. but you're really tiny so i guess that helps with speed? nyoom. ❞ / @cigvrettedvet

[mikaikaika]

Do you or anyone reading this have translations for quackitys lore with fred? The live translation doesn't make sense to me and I'm not finding it posted anywhere with translation

Hey love ! I don't know if you have twitter but there is this amazing person who live-translates almost all of Quackity's streams. They also made a thread of today's live stream and I think they covered everything. Hope that helps <3

[ LINK TO THREAD ]

[miidnighters]

@firstfought | liked for a starter

"I've seen you before, haven't I?" At a restaurant, before Billie plopped into a goddess' lap.

[vicit-vim-virtus]

Starter for @darkestnightwilldawn

Fragments of glass cascaded down upon him. Now that the barrier between him and the outer world had been obliterated, the cacophony of bellowing flames and the howling of the wind inundated his ears. Whatever unconscious state he’d been in, gradually diminished and his blurry vision started to clear up. The dark, semi-organic architecture of the ship instantaneously called to mind what had transpired. The bastards had abducted him, incarcerated him and shoved a tentacled worm...

A searing pain — excruciating — suddenly gyrated inside his skull, puncturing his brain, burrowing deep into the intangible depths of his mind, his thoughts, his memories. The elf ground his teeth to prevent himself from crying out in anguish, and pressed the palm of his hand to his left eye and forehead — an inefficacious attempt to alleviate the pounding and the skull-splaying pain. Flashes of recollections scintillated before his mind’s eye. The illithid that restraint him with magic and forced the parasite in his eye, the same process being performed on other captives, the crude pool from which the monster fished the parasites. A clamour of screams, of pleads, of people banging their fists frantically — in vain — against the glass hatches of their pods — like he’d done — in order to break free. The dissonance still reverberated in his pointy ears and vibrated in his lithe body.

Unsure of the duration of his suffering, Luran eventually regained his wits and some control over his limbs. He carefully hoisted himself upright, brushing the shards of glass off him prior to disembarking the pod. When his feet hit the ground, the impact nearly knocked him off balance — evidently, his head hadn’t recuperated from the assault on the brain lying within. A feeling of nausea stirred in his stomach and unadulterated apprehension settled in his chest. After several heartbeats, he let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, and inspected himself for injuries, or worse, signs of tentacles, talons, or slimy and protruding brains. He couldn’t detect any wounds and though the exposed patches of skin were clammy, it was due to perspiration, not due to slime glands, or whatever organs or other anatomical aberrations caused mind flayers to appear so... moist. A cold, feverish shiver ran down his spine; he tried to exile the image to a tenebrous, inaccessible, abyss of the mind, and instead, tried to stay focused. Focused on a solution, focused on the task at hand, focused on getting off of the nautiloid.

Admittedly, he was heavily disorientated and if his survival instincts hadn’t seized hold of him, he’d still be putrefying in his enclosure. Confounded and dazed, he scoured the obnoxious chamber; a significant part of the hull was destroyed by... something unequivocally large. The elf wasn’t surprised if the nautiloid had been — or still was — under attack. Mind flayers had myriads of enemies — across planes, no doubt. Unfortunately, he so happened to be on board of one of their abhorrent constructions when their adversaries opted to blast it to smithereens... Just his luck.

To his displeasure, the pool situated in the centre of the room was still intact, despite the infernal brutality that had been unleashed. Cautiously, he inched closer, the wretched maggots were still floating in the translucent liquid. Habitually, Luran screwed up his nose in sheer repugnance, glaring down on the nasty vermin. For a split second, he contemplated annihilating the lot of them — the only proper retribution. However, after a moment of reconsideration, he decided it would be more judicious to place as much distance between himself and these Lovecraftian nightmares as he possibly could on an airborne ship saturating with them... He already had one tentacled tenant slurping up his brain juices, a second one would most certainly be the end of him.

Warily, the elf stepped back, letting his sapphire blue eyes glide over the other pods. The ones closest to the breach, had been utterly obliterated. The one opposite his was empty; the githyanki had escaped — well, good for her. There were several other pods, all in varying degrees of dilapidation — the involuntary denizens were all dead. Slightly desperate and effervescing with fear, Luran commenced his journey to the sphincter, hoping he wouldn’t be met with a squadron of mind flayers, waiting, on the other side. But just as he walked past his pod, he heard a noise. It was distinct, not like the crackling and raging of flames and fire, or the wind whinging as it brushed along the battered hull. This noise indicated he was not alone, someone else was with him, possibly alive. But was his unwitting companion friend... or foe?

The elf peeked into his own pod, heedful not to disturb the debris and alert the other of his presence. He had carried no weapons on him, only his violin. And to his relief, the instrument had survived the abduction as well as the assault. Quietly, he plucked it from his illithid prison and rested the instrument lightly on his collarbone, bow at the ready, preparing himself to channel his magic through it, should the need for it arise. His itinerary towards the source of the noise was deliberately chosen. Within mere seconds, Luran found himself squatting down several feet away from the other victim — thank the gods they weren’t a mind flayer! Nevertheless, he remained vigilant, for he couldn’t quite discern their features, and carefully prodded the other’s shoulder with the tip of his violin bow.

‘I don’t mean to disturb you, but... we’re in quite the predicament here...’ he whispered softly, urgently, hoping his euphonious voice could yank the stranger back to reality and ensure them that he wasn’t one of the mind flayers. ‘So, if you could, please, get up and help me find a way off of this ship, that’d be grand.’

[weaponizedmoth]

I finally sort of understand why it feels weird to tag things on Instagram and not so much on tumblr, and it's because on tumblr tags are used for organizational AND attention purposes. Meanwhile on Instagram it's only for attention. There's no other reason to tag stuff. Sure you can organize little nooks and highlights and direct people towards certain tags, but you can't just search your Instagram posts on your profile by tag, or click on a tag on someone's profile and be led to all the instances of that tag there. And idk I think it just makes me feel weird.

[pomniegranate]

🎪 𝕎𝔼𝕃ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℂ𝕀ℝℂ𝕌𝕊⸺ @jaxasstm

It felt like eons waiting. But that was mainly due to Pomni continuously focusing on it. Caine said there were others, said to make herself comfortable and went on his merry way, leaving her to twiddle her thumbs, sitting in her anxiety.

The silence intensified, the feeling of being small in a place so large started to weigh on her mind, every second ticking on the clock becoming unbearable as her eye twitched at every sound it produced. For a lucid dream state, this one had to have been one of the worst she'd ever experienced. All because of a damn headset.

Trying hard to not focus on the many different sensations, she amped to distract herself by walking towards the stage and rested a hand on it. Who knows how long these "adventures" take, when anybody would actually show up, if there are others, or how long she'd continue to go against her actual reality now. Pomni didn't notice when they got back, consumed in trying to recollect anything she could about herself.

[howitglistened]

i found that picture of you in that green dress