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puckpocketed · 4 months ago

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who is #43?

Hello !! First off thank u for visiting. If you clicked read more by accident rip sorry it’s a lot of text. ENJOY!!! <3

1. This was the photo reference I used. I really did mean it when i said he photographs well!! I really like how scrungly he looks at times lol. v paintable

2. here’s a timelapse for your viewing pleasure in video + gif form <3

3. Process breakdown below. I am not formally trained, so don’t take any of this as professional advice!! The way i paint has been compared to channeling some evil contract with a demon also. So um . Im saying that i dont remotely think that this is efficient or correct, its just whats comfortable for me <3

3a) the dreaded lining phase. I have 2 modes of operation when it comes to painting - either i go full-dick with fancy inking/sketching + cel shading (rare, unrefined, haven’t figured out a nice workflow yet) OR i do a very very basic chicken scratch set of lines like so:

It’s less about being realistic here and more about laying down some guide lines for the chaos ahead. If i thought i could get away with it, I would start every rendered painting i do with laying down colours — but unfortchh ive tried that before and it usually ends in really weird proportions. Even with the lines i still need to make adjustments. This is something no people except me would notice but look at the above sketch; the eyes are too big and slightly too far apart, the forehead is too small and thus the hair is also not quite big enough… I have a bad habit of drawing eyes too big on faces, they’re my favourite facial feature to draw.. i barely resisted giving him big cow eyelashes (I love big cow eyelashes… all of my OC’s and most of my more stylised fan art of characters get big cow eyelashes… god…. Big cow eyelashes SAVE ME……….)

Anyway. Structure of the face + hand somewhat established. <3

3b) Underpainting!! Okay stay with me here . Ever since i figured out i dont have to paint in 03925893853 different layers, I’ve joyfully painted on 1 layer as much as possible. I dont have the brain power all the time to be managing layers so I simply dont work with that many layers. For this painting, the skin in its entirety was painted on one layer, the hair on another layer, and the effects on the last layer. There was a placeholder background off-white/grey colour for a while there, and I duplicated the line layer — one for figuring out where to lay colours, and one hidden for later so i could check back to see how accurate to the sketch/proportions were to the actual painting. 6 layers, 2 of which i painted the bulk of the piece on, 1 more at the end.

3c) here’s where I started carving out features. I think about objects in terms of volumes and light rather than lines. i love painting and sculpting because of this!! Here you see where I’ve begun to define his features — his eyelids, his bags, his nostrils. Just refining what was there before. The suggestion of facial hair before i gave it up and left it for later (his face is so naked the WHOLE time)

3d) nose bridge highlight, suggesting his eyebrows, a cheek highlight. A touch more coral red and muted yellow pull away from the grey/blue underpainting. Strategically leaving some of it peeking through.

3e) i truly start messing with the fidelity of his features here. Red lipstick <3 and some violet/blue for shadows on the right side of his face.

3f) the part where it starts looking like q.hughes to me (though, my friend said i got his vibe pretty early on which is such a compliment.. waaaaa…..) I love this part of every painting i do. I know it’s definitely not the Correct order since other parts of the entire painting are simply Not Rendered or Done, but whos gonna stop me?? :3

I love love loveeee painting faces. Adding the little shinies to his eyes + lips + upper lip + nose … you don’t know how much of a difference it makes until you do it. Also i snatched his eyebrows

3g) i really pushed the red/coral/ochre/orange here. Note the yellow highlights on his cheekbones, the forehead, and the thin thin line of pink right between where his bottom lip ends and his chin shadow starts <- very important . To ME!!!!!!! Also highlighting his waterline and adding his lashes was so so fun <3

3h) FACIAL HAIR!!! And I started rendering his hand. Some micro adjustments made to his face for proportion check.

3i) i start painting his hair in earnest and realise his forehead is too small so i make the adjustment. I really love how it falls into his eyes in this photo. <3

3j) i make some final adjustments to his eyes — a bit smaller, closer together. And i refine the outline of his jaw, push the stylisation of it just a little.

3k) Finishing details; his flyaway hairs, his moles, a bit of texture on his face, shadows cast by his hair, his little forehead cut <3

3l) i adjusted his hand here, added more texture to his skin, refined his hair a tiny bit more, and made the decision not to fuck around painting his jersey because i wanted the focus to be his face <3

3m) Canucks blue and green. Captain at 23. His form bleeds into the background. He is the franchise.

theee most fun ive had painting anything. and i finally feel... warmed up? if that makes sense. art for me is like. if i dont do it in a while it feels like nothing goes right when i come back to it. i hate that feeling, and the most difficult hurdle to clear is letting myself feel that until i get back into my Zone. after all this time i feel like im BACK !!!!!!!

i loved painting this fella. hes SO Shaped. <3

Apologies i simply do Not have the energy to write the alt text for all of these so i hope the little blurbs are okay aslkjasdklj. i gotta post and go to bed . if u made it this far, thank you for reading!!

#details and process under the cut ….!#god… it really is like . they let anybody be in their mid 20s these days??? (<- guy in his mid 20s)#quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #hockey art #puckpainting #<- abandoned wet rat of a tag. rarely used

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sweetkpopmusings · 2 years ago

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jisung coworker headcanons <3

a/n: when i tell you thinking of coworker!skz fills me with joy and peace, i am not lying <3 i'm so endeared by jisung as he is a silly little guy and i hope in a different universe i am in fact his coworker :,-) pics not mine !!

content: fluff, nonidol!au | wc: 0.9k | warnings: none! | pairing: coworker!jisung x gn!reader | requests: open

you meet him because you're having a strange problem with the main program you use at work

and one of your coworkers sends you his way because "jisung can fix anything"

you were like okay don't know why you emphasized "anything" but i can't finish my project like this so i'll go see the ~mystical jisung~

your coworker was right because 1) jisung fixed your issue within 5 minutes 2) you watched him fix problems for 3 other people WHILE he was helping you

he's the office ace

which is how you get to know him because you have a week where all of your technology, equipment, etc are cursed

jisung's just like "damn if you wanted to get to know me you could've just bought me a coffee" he actually says that to you

he doesn't expect you to buy him a coffee though

when you do, he gets the widest eyes and a huge smile on his face <333 suddenly he's so shy and thanks you softly <333

after that, he says "good morning !!" every day and will say "hi :-)" whenever he passes you in the office :,-) he still feels a lil shy after you were so nice to him, but he wants to show his appreciation by being kind to you in return <3

next thing you know though, he's talking a million miles an hour every time he sees you because he wants to be official coworker besties !

y'all end up having SO much to talk about

whenever something exciting, funny, or ridiculous happens, you are the first person he tells and vice versa

he also constantly suggests to you and asks for your recommendations on movies and shows

he wants to debrief with you every time both of you have watched something and he'll do impressions to make you laugh

sometimes he gets you in trouble because of how much he talks to you during the workday

but you don't care because it's SO refreshing to get so much serotonin from one person

outside of fun chats, he's actually a really helpful coworker

not just with fixing tech/program issues, though

if you're having a hard time putting together a workflow for a project, choosing a template for a document, or simply writing an email, jisung is by your side helping you out (and encouraging you!!)

you're also the only person in the entire company he'll go to for help

he trusts you so much actually !!! because you're the one person who doesn't put him on a pedestal for his skills. you tell him all the time how he's so talented at literally everything he does, but you like him for so many other reasons that he doesn't feel uncomfortable being himself around you

which is why, if he knows you two are the only ones in a certain area of the office, he WILL break out into song off-key

you're getting a full performance every time you are in the break room together

he especially does this when you two have to stay late because "we need to stay energized, y/n!!! where's your team spirit?"

he will become an absolute mess of laughter on the floor if you do a ridiculous performance

probably has to take a break after because he laughed so hard his stomach hurts

he'll also use you as an excuse to get out of things LOL

if someone he isn't fond of wants to meet with him to finish a report or something when they could just do it online, he'll say "oh, sorry, i'm working with y/n on a big project, so my calendar is pretty stacked. i'll review it and leave comments for you though!"

he's obviously a cool and adorable guy, so people ask him to after-work hangs a LOT. he's not mad at it, but, he isn't the biggest fan of awkward small talk with some coworkers

so he'll hit them with "ah, i wish i could, but y/n and i are going to the movies tonight, so i'll have to do a raincheck!"

he runs up to your desk and panic whispers things like "if anyone asks we're going wine tasting on friday night !!!!!"

and you're like ???? wine tasting ???

one of y'all's coworkers walks by so instead of explaining, jisung loudly says, "yeah, i heard they're suuuuuuuuuper famous for their red blend too. should be fun to see how it compares to the rest of their wine repertoire!"

you're holding back laughter at his commitment to the bit

this happens so many times you stop questioning it and play along, much to jisung's delight !!

he always assures you that you don't have to actually go anywhere with him, but you often do because it's so fun to hang out together

jisung's antics also include pranking you

like say your office does a gift exchange for the holidays. jisung begs on his KNEES to get your name

when you are handed your gift, you immediately know it's from jisung

because he's giggling and making comments like oooOOoOoOOooOOoooOoohhh let's see what you got, y/n!! open your present first!!!

he's such a silly guy he can't hide his excitement :,-)

once you open it you're both laughing your asses off because he managed to get you a rubber chicken that has a customized squeak so it's actually audio of jisung imitating a rubber chicken

for as much as you're doubled over in laughter, he is in total hysterics because he loves his own joke so much <3

jisung is legitimately the best coworker buddy you could ever ask for, and he has no clue how he survived so long at work without you

if you make any joke about quitting he'll always say "yeah if you quit i'm coming with you. you're never getting rid of me >:-)"

and he really means it <3333

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feyspeaker · 1 year ago

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Hi Fey! I'm a huge fan of your work! Your pictures look so expressive I could look at them for hours!😍 I would love to learn from you 🙈 Is there a platform where you post tutorials, wip’s the brushes you used or anything like that? (patreon?)

kind regards

floodl8 🫶

hi there!! thank you so much!!!

I get asked this a lot, unfortunately I'm just really not able to do much in the way of teaching/recording that sort of thing right now. I suffer terribly from pretty severe ADHD, and anything that can disrupt my workflow can end up throwing my whole work day completely out of whack. I actually have a pretty intense "ritual" so to speak when I get down to painting so I can actually focus. Recording my process makes me so nervous and anxious that I end up sweating and repainting the same thing over and over... I'm a mess tbh lol

Sorry for the rambling but I hope this helps other who have submitted similar questions! I am wanting to do some smaller scale tutorials eventually such as painting hair and different surfaces/textures for my Patreon eventually so I hope to be able to offer that some time perhaps in the beginning of next year?

#ask

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theteasetwrites · 1 year ago

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Guys I promise I PROMISE Merciless Beauty is coming soon okay I swear to you I am STILL WRITING IT. I'm so sorry for being so inactive. Life has just been kinda busy lately, especially with stuff going on with my job and everything being sort of hectic (the library I work at is going through a HUGE renovation which means we had to go through this whole move out process to a temp space and now we're adjusting to that and trying to get these new workflows up and running... it's a mess so that's been sort of occupying my time a lot).

But I am still here I am still writing trust me <3 ily guys. I hope you like the new series. I had SO much fun writing that first chapter, you have no idea.

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thessalian · 2 years ago

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Thess vs One Of Those Days

Well, today was a mess.

First, of course, was the early wake-up, the cramming myself onto a bus and barely getting a seat (at least on the first one; the second one was okay) and dragging my sorry self into work. I was not in good shape when I arrived. I was in worse shape after a half-hour of working, when I remembered just how shitty my ergonomic situation at the office is. Yes, corner desks are great, but when all you have is corner? It can be problematic.

And then, a half-hour in, my internet connection died. And not, like, throughout the department or the building. Just my computer and my phone, because our phones are internet phones. So I had to move to a different desk (less corner, but worse keyboard - I don’t know what the fuck Goblin does, but her screen’s a mess and her keyboard is sticky) for most of the day. This screwed with my workflow. When the IT guy eventually arrived (three hours after I logged the ticket; thanks for that), turns out that apparently some of the connections were clogged with dust and that made everything not work. Apparently the cleaning crew does sweet fuck all. So another dent in productivity as I took the lesser of two evils - at least my keyboard isn’t sticky.

Dumbest part? I was only called in because we were short on people (Goblin and our Friday part-timer were both off sick) so we’d have someone to mind the phones. Not counting the IT guy demanding I come pick him up from the elevators (Scruffman offered to go but I went specifically so that the jackass who refused to even look for the door to our office would know why maybe he should do his own legwork when someone sounds reluctant to make a trip to find him), the phone rang twice all day. I was not needed ... but I guess Scruffman wasn’t to know.

Anyway, decided that in a choice between trying to get on the 363 at Elephant and Castle with all the other commuters and taking the Overground everything from there to Peckham in the hopes of a less full bus, I’d take the latter. Didn’t help that they’re still ripping up one of the roads near the hospital (I swear, the traffic there hasn’t been normal in about six months) so the first bus trip would start slow and frustrating. The Overground ... wasn’t great. Had to wait for a seat because no one, not even the people sitting in the priority seats, would move for me. Not even the one using their seat as a bag rest. Only two stops, but not what I needed. Got out at Peckham, and ... well, Peckham’s always a little off. First there’s stairs. Then, at the bottom of the first flight, someone kicked my cane in an effort to shove past me and I nearly went flat on my face. Then another flight of stairs where people shoved past to get between me and the one handrail I can actually use, which I need to help balance me on stairs when it’s a bad pain day. So I had to make it downstairs with only the support of my cane and with the worry of having the people brushing past me get too close and knock me down the fucking stairs. Thankfully they did not, but I don’t need that anxiety, thank you.

Got out just in time to see my bus go by, so I stopped at the nearest grocery store (the only one that wouldn’t require me to cross a road, at least) to see if I could find myself a treat. I found some fruit for the dehydrator (they were having a sale), some more oat milk, and toffee poporn ice cream bars, which I am looking forward to trying. Not that lugging any of that home was any fun at all, but still.

Even when I got home, it wasn’t straight to relaxing. I could have maybe waited another day to put some of my fruit in the dehydrator, but also didn’t really want to take that chance. If it weren’t for that slicer gadget @fauxfire76 bought me awhile ago, I wouldn’t have been able to, but I managed, and now I have very thin slices of pears turning into pear chips in the dehydrator. Hopefully the painkillers will have kicked in by the time those are done so I can put in the nectarines I bought.

I have at least now had time to sit down and take the aforementioned painkillers. They haven’t quite kicked in yet, but soon, I’m sure. Then I will have dinner of leftover curry (because like fuck am I cooking right now) and then episodes of The Legend of Vox Machina when I feel less like screaming.

At least I have a week off now.

#Thess has a day job #Thess has a commute

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kidflashimpulse · 2 years ago

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Hey! I wanted to ask this anonymously first before I embarrassed myself but I just started my first young justice blog and I really need some help coming up with fic ideas, with writing, with a lot of stuff I'm a complete mess, an I was wondering if it's not much trouble, could I get some help?

Hey :)) omg that’s so exciting! looking forward to checking out ur blog :D just saying in advance to hopefully squash any worries and to scale expectations, i’m not the best person with communication and can take a while to respond to messages (also sorry bout the slight delay with answering this one, i do hope u see it i can’t remember if anon questions notifies the sender 😭). I cant guarantee being the most helpful person either but i’d be happy to try to help where/if i can :)

in terms of general advice for fics/writing which i think tbh is the best one (that i use to try to motivate myself to write for fics) is to just start writing! like literally anything, as soon as u feel like even a second of inspiration or motivation just go with the flow. Whether it’s one sentence, a paragraph or 1000 words lol, just putting words on a page is a great start already. It doesn’t need to be perfect at all, my first fic (unposted) ended up being long with multiple chapters and all the writing throughout was so questionable lol but i was and still am so proud of it! It gave me experience and the learning curve was inspiring that i was excited to try to write even more stuff after. I noticed with each chapter i slowly found a rhythm and improved step by step. Even if it’s just tiny things that u learn, it makes all the difference. You 100% learn as u go, even now whenever i post something i’m like damn i could make a million changes or be annoyed/critical at something but ultimately i’m just happy to have posted something to share with others and contribute a little something to a community of people who share the same interests as me :) and that’s rlly all that matters and as u start doing that u can develop more ideas and “what ifs” to explore i.e more fic ideas etc

in terms of structure for working on fics id say it rlly depends on the individual. for me i usually write a rough outline/summary of what the fic is basically about. I usually try to have key details summarised where they all connect until the end of the fic, so that after that’s done, u can then flesh out the individual chapters or paragraphs out better. But things like plot can also really change whilst ur writing! It all boils down to what inspires u to write.

It’s not bad to have no ideas, i think it’s actually super cool for people to start out with a really simple/basic prompt (maybe something like: oh flash family go to a restaurant or zetaflash go to an arcade or outsiders play board games (lol)) something like that and then u can expand on the story with dialog/events/characterisation/description that really fills it up and makes up the chunkier part of the fic where it almost at times feels like it writes itself.

also fics really doesn’t need to be long at all if that’s something u might find intimidating, my stuff tends to be quite wordy because that’s just how i write (as u can see from most of my ask answers where i just go on and on like can i shut up for once? lmfao) if anything, i admire people who can get points/description/stories across through concise writing or short stories! that’s a real impressive skill too

if u want to start writing fics to post, 100% start writing anything, literally anything and eventually u will manage to figure out ur own workflow/style that suits u best :) i’m 100% still learning too, i mean i have yet to finish a multi chapter fic, but by reminding myself that any writing is a good step somewhere, despite the slow progress, i can still be motivated to keep working on it. i hope these general tips managed to help u somewhat 🙏 again rlly looking forward to checking out ur blog <3

#YJ asks #young justice #yj #yja #saveearth16 #renewyoungjustice

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kaleschmidt · 3 months ago

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TKP Chars in IDV

now. Compared to the other post, this post will specifically be going over TKP chars if they were actually playable in IDV as their own selves. I am NOT giving them titles bc um. It'll add onto the post creation time by me brainstorming ok. Also if I ever end up remixing any of these concepts into an actual idv oc you have to mind your business (lighthearted). These are gonna be longer because yknow. Whole concepts. Right. These are focusing on all characters being survivors in this case!

Charon

Like I had mentioned, Charon would be a good contain + rescue character. They would have an average/good decoding speed, but with others, I can see them gaining a debuff titled "Meticulous"? Flavor text being about Charon being good at doing his own work, but gets stressed when having others "complicate" his own workflow. You get.

Some of Charon's external traits would be like Coordinator's, such as army bond + steel will. I imagine Charon's version of army bond activates when a teammate gets injured as well. I imagine Charon also has useless flesh because they're a robot. I feel like there's a mechanic they would have that involves their pink slips but I'm not sure how yet. Maybe they could be used to temporarily disable the rocket chair? Don't think too hard about how it works. It's only polite to not use something pink slip'd.

I'll be putting down the external traits of all characters after my little blurbs!

Meticulous

Army Bond (advanced ?) [I'd rather have this listed over steel will]

Useless Flesh

?? Pink slip thing

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Darrell

I think like how he was Postman's costume, Darrell would be an assist character. He would probably have something similar to Postman's abilities too. Maybe? I think Darrell would have a ... 10%?? Speed boost because he gets to have wheelys. "Isn't this in the early 1900s" okay well charon is controlled by ai.. let darre be free and skate. Ok.

There's this certain trait I want him to have is being able to "deliver" items to others? Like, the recipient can refuse, but these items would most likely be items you find in boxes. Maybe it's 3 uses + random? It's kinda like Lucky Guy's Lucky Parcel [<- guy who never used lucky guy]. I just looked through + his ability is similar to Anne's soothing toy trait too. SORRY ANNE. FUCK. It's different in the way that Darrell spawns with the three items instead of picking them up

Darrell may also have something akin to the panic talent in the way that wounded, incapacitated, or rocket chaired teammates affect him more? Yea. Oh. Um. Hey guys I just doublechecked and yeah Darrell would have mechanics Cowardly trait. Sorry girl I didn't mean to overshadow you. I imagine that this could MAYBE inverse if chazz is on the chair but idk. That would qualify as another trait I think

Heely speed boost

Delivery

Cowardly

Chazz

hoo. Boy. Chazz. She has a trait related to his horror knowledge, so I think it'd be good at rescuing and getting away. Also it needs to excel at vaulting through windows. Or else. I can also see him having a buff with decoding as well because Chazz is Chazz. It'd have a similar debuff to Kurt, however, with deciphering being a little harder because SOMEONE!!!!!!! won't stop messing around with the FUCKING CIPHERS!!!!! CHAZZ. So in the end Ig Chazz is best at decoding + rescuing?

Horror Aficionado (+20% rescuing speed + speed/vaulting boost when getting pursued?)

Decoding boost (idk what to title it)

Something similar to Kurt's decoding difficulty

Sven

Given the context of everyone being invited to the manor and stuff, Sven most likely brought his prosthetic, but I think that he would still have a decoding debuff. He'd have a version of army bond as well, similar to the original one unlike Charon's. It was hard coming up with a unique trait for him, but I can see Sven being an assist character + boosts decoding, healing, and/or rescuing if he's with 2+ teammates. Sorry sven you're really hard to think of idg for and I'm saving my fisher concept.

Decoding debuff

Army Bond (titled differently)

#teamwork (decoding/rescuing/healing speed boost)

Tammi

YAY!!! I've been waiting to get to her ! Tammi's assist + MAYBE contain. They have a version of Holy Key that can only be spawned in any doorways. It's also more random than holy key in which it'll teleport you to other doorways- not ones near your initial location though! Tammi also has a buff where healing goes faster when peps around or if pep does the healing. Because pep the best. Did I mention that they're one of my favorite non-main 6 characters already. Unfortunately I have to nerf them in decoding by giving her the half-hearted trait that Acrobat has.. crocs n turts on her mind

Tammi's Doorway

Healing Aura

half-hearted variant (decoding debuff)

Percy

Coming up with debuffs for Percy is EASY. First of all, he has useless flesh like Charon since he's a robot. He's suck at rescue because he can easily be knocked down. BUT ! He's good at sneaking around and keeping quiet, so he's good at decoding. That's all I can really say about him.

Useless flesh

Sneak around

Fragile

January

So, like I said, I imagine January being an easy character to play. So I don't think there'd be any difficult mechanics for her? I can she her having the athletic trait, so she'd be good at vaulting and such. I think she'd work more as a contain character? She'd have a decoding debuff i.e. not liking to stay in one place for a subsequent amount of time. Maybe she has a special where she can run fast and bounce off of walls similar to naib's elbow pads, and like the elbow pads, if she choose to bump into a wall, she can't controll where she goes. Also if she bumps into the hunter she can stun them because WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CANT DO THAT WITH NAIB. WHAT! I imagine she'd have a cooldown/limited use for that

Athletic

Can't stay still (Decoding debuff)

Speed blast

Aster

So like I mentioned in the other post, I like the thought of Aster being a decoder who's terrible at rescue, so they have the disarray trait. They HATE getting rushed ok. Fuck You. Also they have the emotional attachment trait for Naomi, but I don't think they'd have the working-with-other-girls debuff. It'd be kinda funny if they had a buff for running towards + rescuing Naomi but if they code with her or heal her ve Fucking Fumbles huh. Ignore they're supposed to be decode character. I'd also say they'd have meticulous but I ALREADY SAID THEY'RE A DECODER. But hm. Fuuuckk. Fuck. They wouldn't do well as a contain character. Also they're fragile. They have a buff for decoding in solitary. Does this help

Disarray

Emotional attachment (+ some enhancements)

Solitary (decoding boost)

Fragile

Kale

um. So um. I didn't have any ideas for him. But it's fine I'm literally doing this impromptu mostly. I think he's decode. He has Luca's obsession trait which makes him really good at focusing on decoding! He's also able to sense the hunter every couple of seconds because he's so good at hearing!! Ain't he a great teammate!!! Well anyways his time in the chair goes a little faster because he doesn't like being rude and he's being a little too playful with his calibrations, making it harder. You're welcome

Obsession

Inhuman Hearing (idk whatt to name it ok.)

idk what to name this either. faster chair time

Playful/Curious

Naomi

and last of all... Naomi!!!!!! (5 million fans applaud) Obviously fae has the decoding buff because if she didn't. brother I would just die. I think she would be able to rush into the hunter but she'd get stunned for a bit (the hunter gets stunned longer more). So she'd be a good rescuer! I think she'd also have a debuff if more than one player was incapacitated, making it better to heal immediately. Alternatively, I thought fae would have something similar to Ada's stress where she can't be healed by others but I still have yet to understand how it really works so. shrugs?

Tech Master (decoding buff)

Rush (variation)

?? some kinda stress thing

so yeah! here's the whole cast with their classes

Charon (contain + rescue)

Darrell (assist)

Chazz (decode + rescue(?))

Sven (assist)

Tammi (assist + maybe contain)

Percy (decode)

January (contain)

Aster (decode)

Kale (decode)

Naomi (decode)

oh that's a lot of decodes huh. um. oops. I cant help it they're FUN ok. fuck you. there

#TabbyKat Rambles #I spent. 7+ hours on it but its ok its worth all the blood and tears (EXAGGERATION?????????)#note that I don't know howw to use like. most of the characters I listed in here as examples so. oops?

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bringatea · 3 years ago

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WNHA - Chapter 3c

A/U - This is a fancomic of Boku no/My Hero Academia, with Deku as a girl and some changes to original story. The previous pages are in earlier posts. Story takes place when Bakugo and Deku are kids. Previous part: 3a 3b

Extras:

Self defense items:

Storyboard:

So the last page is actually 21, but I couldn't bring myself to break up the other pages. I actually liked how some of them turned out. Now that this story has ended, I'll need to start on a new story board for the next story. I want to do a short Hisashi one(Or maybe two) before going to the next stage where Izuku and Shoto Todoroki form an emotional bond. The story will be about why he's gone, and why there are no pictures of him. I'm sorry everyone who got annoyed at me for posting all the pictures at once T_T If there was no picture limit I would of only showed the cover with some preview pics, then the entire comic under the keep reading part. Now that I know about that limit, I'll keep in mind on how to properly split the comic. Artist notes: Story: I kind of wanted to do a Home Alone kind of story, where the kids mess up the adult's plans. I dunno I think it's cute when kids beat the adults. I thought a kidnapping story would be fun, and I remember hearing about how some people lure children with candy or a small animal. Like a cat or dog. So I put it in there with the white van. I also wanted to do a story that explains Izuku's other nick name Lois Lane. While Katsuki didn't mean it in a negative way, Izuku saw it as another way to call her useless. Katsuki on the other hand, called her that because he developed a fantasy of her being his damsel in distress. Originally I was going to give them a brother and sister kind of relationship, but then I thought this route would give them a lot of drama. I wanted Katsuki to have a developing relationship with Izuku, where the goal is for him to acknowledge and accept her as a hero. I don't know if I'll get there, but will keep going as much as I can. Oh and Inko, I thought it would be fun to have her buff, but not like Mirko or Nana. I wanted her to be wider, like a weight lifter. So in this version, Izuku really looks up to her mom as a result. Inko realizes she can't always be there to protect Izuku, so she gave her self-defense items in case something happened. The Ochako story I've been meaning to get around. I wanted to show more interactions with her and other girls. Because Ochako is Izuku's first female friend, Izuku is very excited. She has a tendency to over think on how to approach others, and she really wants to have a female friend. Art: These pages took a lot longer then I would of liked. I am trying to look up ways to cut down on my workflow but it's just faster to use half-tone patterns in clip studio. Some of them turned out great, and I would like to explore quicker ways to color the pages. I am learning new techniques, and slowly getting better. I think the webtoon way is also easier to read and follow, than when I did the Manga method. So I may stick with the colored version. Just need more materials to help get the job done faster. Which ones did you guys think was easier to read? Thank-you for reading these, and for your patience. It makes doing these worth it ^_^

#fem deku #fem!deku #female midoriya izuku #female izuku midoriya #female izuku #fem izuku #female midoriya #fem!izuku #inko midoriya #uraraka ochako #bnha genderbend #bnha fanart

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junko-and-riri-domain · 4 years ago

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exam season ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ni-ki

“you aren't wasting my time, and you need rest. please, ___ this isn’t healthy.” riki pleaded, and he seemed so genuinely concerned for you. “I know we’re labelled as rivals all the time but I want to get to know you better. as someone who ranked 1 consistently, I wanted to meet the one person who managed to achieve the same thing."

you and nishimura riki are rivals under the same company. after all, being the same age and pretty much the same level of talent made you and him quite unstoppable. the company thought it’d be a good idea to let you two meet and get along, but it turned out to be quite the opposite ordeal. though, this always remained to be a respectful rivalry. nothing petty.

warnings : overworked reader, insecurities, fainting from exhaustion, hints at negative body image ( good ending )

note : this is also off the top of my head, please ignore any mistakes !

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ rest under the cut

what were you supposed to think?

you had to admit it to yourself though, similar age and practically same amount of skill in dance would mean that this unit would be pretty much unstoppable. it’s just ;; the unspoken consequences of young teamwork at play.

training for about half a year at belift, you’ve become quite popular among the trainees. they describe you as a dance prodigy. if you were going to be honest, it was kind of embarrassing. the spotlight was okay depending on the circumstances but, to be described as something so honorable made you feel like you weren’t worthy of it. on top of that, your vocals were always stable while practicing, making you stand out and always place #1 on exams.

and so you started to practice harder, with the same thought of

‘i have to prove that i’m worthy to be labeled as a prodigy, otherwise why else am i here?’

to ni-ki, you were always so hardworking. sometimes, he thought it was too much. he’d pass by the room you were practicing in during lunch breaks and he would see you dancing your heart out, sweat threatening to fall from your face. he could tell you were tired, but due to the rules, he wasn’t allowed to talk to you. he considered you his opponent in a way, but it wasn’t to the extent of ruining your workflow.

and to you, ni-ki seemed like a charming rival. the way he danced had always mesmerized you, his snaps and swift moves are always close to perfect. this motivated you to practice even harder, despite already achieving extreme skill. you often nitpicked on yourself and keep saying that you’re not doing something well enough, and that you’re not good enough and you have to try harder. you honestly thought he was kind of annoying. not only is he literally so tall, he's a dancing machine. everything that you wanted to be. ni-ki may have been your unspoken rival,

but overcoming your extreme feeling to be better than the previous day is your true rival.

coming home after training, you were always exhausted. as much water you drank, it never felt as if it quenched the thirst you brought upon yourself from working so hard. while doing homework you always zoned out, your concentration nowhere to be found. at some point, you even stopped messaging your friends as much as before, ignoring any notification that popped up and practicing till the sun peeked above the horizon.

this feeling of wanting to slip away into well-deserved rest never sat right with you.

'if I have time to do something, then I'll do it now. rest can wait.'

---

the week before, an exam was assigned to all the trainees. the exam was to be separated by gender, but you thought this was kind of dumb. and so what did you do? you asked the choreographer if you could take both of the choreographies instead of being categorized into one section.

"that's a great idea, ___! I'll allow it this once, since you always rank 1 anyways. in fact, why don't I ask riki if he wants to do an co-op exam with you? you guys are the same age right?"

all you could do was let out a hum and nod.

'nishimura riki... I hope I don't mess anything up.'

"he always ranks 1 in exams as well so I think it'd be perfect!" he continued, a bright smile flashed across his face at the realization of a great performance in development.

he walks off, and briskly walks to where riki usually practiced.

phew

you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. you've done many exams before but it had never been with another person. trying to convince yourself everything would be okay, your intrusive thoughts came in again.

'what if i embarass myself? what if I can't learn the choreo and mess everything up? what if he doesn't like m- wait. that doesn't even matter- ugh.'

you stood there for so long thinking to yourself about the future that one of the trainees had to tap you on the shoulder to make sure you didn't see medusa or something. repeating your little sorries and thank yous, you left the practice room and went on your way home.

you'd think that after weeks of non-stop overworking you'd hit your limit by now. the thing is, you never learn your lesson until you have to learn it the hard way. and that's exactly what's gonna happen.

---

back to the present, riki was currently doing a run-over of what he thinks you guys should do to make the choreography better. if there was one thing you and him had in common, it's that you always wanted to be ranked 1 through hard work.

however, you disagreed with some of the steps he created, and respectfully asked if you could show him what you were thinking of. in all honesty, riki was quite impressed. he'd never seen you dance up close since all he was able to do was take quick glances, but seeing you pour your heart into what you love and being absolutely great at it, it kind of gave him the feels.

yes. the feels. the butterflies. 🦋🦋🦋

though, in the next moment, butterflies was far from what he felt. his stomach did a full 180 and his face in such a shocked state as he watched your eyes roll back as your body practically shut down in front of him. he sped down to your side quickly and shouted for help, as he tried to shake you awake.

"please please wake up, I'm not sure if you'd wake up at all if you fell asleep so please..."

was the last faint thing you heard before slipping into unconsciousness.

---

beep , beep , beep

your eyes flutter open to reveal that you were in the nurse's office in the same building. to say you were relieved was an understatement, hospitals scared you a lot more since they'd have to call your parents.

looking around the dim room, it still resembled a hospital room, monitor, needles, riki, IV, wait. riki?

your eyes practically shot back to where he sat, head bowed down in an awkward position, closed eyes with phone in hands.

honestly speaking, it was kind of cute. but you knew it was uncomfortable. and you also felt SUPER guilty making him wait for you and practically ruining practice. he stirred a bit, easy to wake up due to the uncomfy position his neck was in.

in a couple of seconds you hear him ask, "___? you're awake?"

"riki.. what happened?"

"the trainer, our choreographer and the building's medical team were all here. they said that you were overworking yourself. not only that, you didn't eat, drink, or sleep enough. which I can only assume is because you're constantly practicing."

"... I'm guessing that has to be true then, if I'm already here. riki, I'm sorry."

"sorry for what?"

"for wasting your time. you didn't have to be tangled up in my mess if I wasn't an idiot and asked them for a different exam. we could'v-"

he cut you off, “you aren't wasting my time, and you need rest. please, ___ this isn’t healthy.” riki pleaded, and he seemed so genuinely concerned for you. “I know we’re labelled as rivals all the time but I want to get to know you better. as someone who ranked 1 consistently, I wanted to meet the one person who managed to achieve the same thing. you didn't disappoint me, you didn't waste my time, in fact, it was fun watching you disagree with the things I said. but then you fainted in front of me. I had no idea what to do, but thankfully Jungwon-hyung came in and helped me. but all that aside, your body needs rest. I've talked too much."

"it's okay, your voice seems to be making me sleepy anyways."

he didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.

you handed him a spare pillow from your bed though, so he'll just take it as a compliment for now.

he didn't know what took over him in the next few seconds but he slowly put his phone in his pocket and reached his hand out to you, his hand resting on the bed right next to your waistline. as if it was beckoning you, your hand gravitated towards his, and the warmth of his hand and his comforting presence was enough to lull you back to sleep.

---

all the trainees in the floor were gathered in practice room #1, awaiting the announcement to see who got rank 1.

of course, they were expecting you and riki, but not together at the same time.

"nishimura riki, ___ ___. rank #1"

you and riki looked at each other in excitement, you could do nothing but listen at the moment, but celebration was in order later.

celebration? oh did you mean cuddles, making sure you're rested well and eating okay, hand holding, and a whole lot of light-hearted teasing? yeah.

[end]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ written by junko

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medieval-canadian · 4 years ago

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Hello :) would you happen to have any tips/resources for people with adhd who are behind on work and NEED to get stuff done? It's the holidays but I have a big research paper due in 2 weeks and I haven't done a thing, it's making my life miserable worrying 24/7 about it 😭

oh man. oh babe. im so sorry you’re in this situation, and also i have no idea when you sent this and therefore no clue if im responding in a timely manner or not, but i totally 100% feel you because i was doing the same (worse) with the grading i dragged forEVER and also now im in a very very similar boat with my special fields prep. so this may end up being a useful exercise for me, too.

i guess my top tips would be:

1. take one day fully off. not off by virtue of the fact that i made no progress even though i tried (no matter if “tried” looks nothing like trying from an outside perspective, we know it’s not that simple). just. off. you are not supposed to do any work on the thing today. today you are going to wash your piled up dirty clothes (and if you’re feeling ambitious maybe even FOLD IT and PUT IT AWAY!!) (i have literally never done those things all on the same day though so like. no pressure). or whatever other thing is staring at you from its pile of filth. have a meal. take some naps. rest a bit, guilt-free.

2. once you’ve had your day off, sit down and make a list. making that list may start with looking up other lists (WITH A TIME LIMIT I.E., A LOUD OBNOXIOUS TIMER. if u have a mac look up the nag timer app). basically every time i have to write a research paper, i have to look up a step-by-step on how to write a research paper. that’s (for me) often the first obstacle--i can’t start because i don’t remember how to write a research paper, so how the fuck would i know where to start? now that you’ve got a step-by-step guide (or four), combine/customize them into your own list. my version of the list often has way more detailed steps than any of the ones i looked up.

2b. that list may look like: -turn on computer -open word doc -set up MLA formatting -pull out syllabus/assignment description -choose prompt/topic/text (30 mins) -open google & search basic terms (15 mins) -open library website and search terms (20 mins) -open google scholar and search terms (15 mins) -etc.

***N.B. i don’t know what discipline you’re working in so like, keep in mind i’ve only ever written literature research essays.

***also, it’s pretty important to try to set those time limits; use timers. if you really need more time, you can set the timer again, but having the buzzer go off helps you to pause and evaluate: do i really need to go down this rabbithole? do i need to spend more time searching for a source to support my claim that Irish independence happened in 1923 when i just wasted like 3 hours on that? or can i just assume that that’s common knowledge in the course on the Irish Literary Revival? (true story) (why that was so hard for me to find i cannot say but it was and i couldn’t get my brain unstuck from it until i got really pissed off and was like “FUCK THIS” and then thought, wait why am i bothering)

3. take a break--go for a walk, play with your pet, slice an apple for a snack. REFILL YOUR WATER (if you haven’t been drinking up till now, drain the bottle THEN refill it) (i always forget to drink and it’s WILD how much that will mess up your workflow)

4. consider playing pretend--it may sound silly/stupid/i haven’t done that since grade school, kat, what the fuck are you talking about, but honestly sometimes it works! pretend you’re your fave character lost in a research binge (i rly like stiles from teen wolf, okay, and it’s the perfect vibe for getting into it). pretend you’re a big important researcher whose findings could change the field forever and they are desperately needed PRONTO. etc.

5. if all else fails, ask for an extension if you can!

#i hope this maybe helps a little!#Anonymous #adhd grad student #ADHD #advice

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oathkeeper-of-tarth · 5 years ago

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I keep seeing something about writing three lines for a WIP? Posting three lines from three fics? Anyway I’ve seen it so many times at this point it’s become one big GO WRITE SOMETHING YOU ABSOLUTE NINNY for me, so here I am with three short-ish (~600 words each) segments from three tragically neglected WIPs that have nothing to do with each other. Very rough and rusty, but I hope you still enjoy these glimpses.

1. Bispearl week “swords” prompt ficlet I didn’t manage to finish back then, or: Bismuth and Pearl invent rubber ducking.

The first few swords were a disaster.

The Forge was rudimentary still - early days - didn’t look like much, but it was a start. Bismuth did her best: all of her hard-won knowledge, scrounged up information not meant for her or her kind, going towards building what she thought they would need to get weapon production up and running. Materials gathered at a great risk - Snowflake had chipped her gem during the last of the supply runs! Tools for Bismuth to try to replicate and experiment with, and a raided armoury with a wide variety of weapons for Bismuth to learn from, to suit every possible rebellious inclination. All arranged to enable what she judged might be a sensible workflow.

She decided to go with a simple, plain, straight-edged sword to start with - mid-length to her, meaning a dagger to some and a hefty two-hander to others. The sheer variety already present in the rebellion was half of its charm and point, wasn’t it just? And Bismuth wanted so very badly to fan the flames of it, to do everything she possibly could to see it, to see all of them, flourish and persevere and come out on top for once.

Bismuth tried, and tried, and tried again. Considered her mistakes, weaknesses, what she knew (or, doubt never failed to creep in, thought she knew) she was supposed to be doing and achieving here.

And failed.

The first blade that at least looked right shattered in her hands when she tried to force its tang through a guard and into a handle to put the whole thing together. The rest of its batch became hopelessly crooked when she quenched them.

She crushed the latest useless ingot she’d clearly gotten ore ratios wrong for in her fist and tossed it against the wall with a frustrated cry.

And of course, of course, that was the moment Pearl chose to walk in.

“Bismuth?”

Her voice was filled with concern as she inched closer from the entrance, but there was a glint in her eyes that made it clear Pearl would not be deterred.

So, figuring she had nothing to lose, Bismuth allowed her shoulders to sag and let her misery show.

“I’m not cut out for this. Literally.”

Pearl snorted, hopping up onto the anvil with a deliberate and highly unconvincing casual air. “Tell me about it.”

Bismuth sighed, rubbing the back of her neck with a tiredness she wasn’t sure she was supposed to be capable of, and leaned next to her.

“I ever tell you of my first actual visit to a forge?”

Pearl shook her head.

“Wasn’t that long ago. I took the chance and snuck into a weapon production plant when the hematites weren’t around. Me and the other bismuths had been working on some training grounds right next to it and I’d wanted to see one for so long, so one day I just went for it. And it was... Well. The last time that place had seen a bismuth was when it was being built. I didn’t even fit in there, Pearl. I was too big for the bellows and too small for the anvils, and I could barely walk around the quenching baths they had set up. It was all just… wrong. The whole place was screaming at me, telling me I didn’t belong there and couldn’t if I tried.”

“You’re still trying, though, despite that,” Pearl pointed out, and swept an arm out to seemingly encompass the entire Forge. “And look at all of this! You’ve been working so hard to make it your own.”

2. That HDM/Daemon AU that desperately needs updating - I AM SO SORRY - but here’s some actual (distressing) plot from the underground resistance meeting.

Pearl led Rose to a chair at an empty table near the wall, but didn’t sit down herself. Instead, she went over to the centre of the room where someone had brought out a projecting lantern and several small reels. Aristobulus stood tall at her side, stretching his long neck, and Pearl squared her narrow shoulders and cleared her throat.

The room’s attention was fully on her within moments. Pearl wasn’t what one would ever call a commanding presence, but there was an odd air of almost-imperiousness to her now that made both Rose and Neshu want to stop and listen - not their usual inclination at all.

“As you’ve no doubt heard, 37 people have been arrested by the Consistorial Court of Discipline in the last two months, including two of our own,” Pearl began. “After a cursory sentencing for heresy, all trace of them had vanished. We have now found records of the fates of some of them. I will warn you that these recordings are…” Pearl’s hands folded on each other nervously, “extremely distressing.”

At her nod, someone dimmed the lights and the projection started with the flick of a tiny switch, and all the murmuring that Pearl’s grim warning had prompted died down.

The silent scene hanging in the dusty air seemed to be the inside of a highly advanced laboratory, mostly taken up by strange devices Rose couldn’t fathom a purpose for. The only occupants of the room were a woman a little older than Rose herself, and two dour-looking men in long white overcoats, suggesting some sort of doctor or scholar.

Both the woman and her kestrel daemon were strapped into a particularly large and ominous-looking contraption, with odd metallic coils surrounding the bird. As one of the men approached and expertly plugged in the connectors on a series of cables, the coils started to vibrate and rapidly heat up - enough to emit a glow visible even in the grainy monotone of the recording.

Before their eyes, the kestrel seemed to take on a glow, too, thrashing about as much as the restraints allowed. But then its body started to elongate, its shape twisting and stretching in ways that should have been impossible, losing wings but gaining countless insect-like feet, the beak looking more like mandibles by the second.

Then- sparks, and sudden darkness, and the horrifying experiment cut short by what appeared to be a power outage, with the recording cutting out soon after.

The room was deathly quiet as the projection lit up again. The scene changed, but the same woman was the focus of the projection, now struggling against half a dozen uniformed guards.

The kestrel - back in its original form, it seemed - fought valiantly, leaving deep gouges for many of the guards to remember him by. His human kicked and bit and struggled. But ultimately it was in vain, and they were outmatched and outnumbered, and soon enough thoroughly overpowered and shoved into separate chambers of yet another machine.

Silver grates closed and locked behind both of them, while a similarly silvery guillotine shone above and between them menacingly, and seemed to hum in anticipation.

Pearl looked down at the floor - she had to have seen the recording before, and looking at her and the way Aristobulus was subtly nudging his head against her hand, Rose felt a dawning fear she, too, knew what was coming.

The blade came down.

The woman didn’t die, and the daemon didn’t disperse into so much dust. But they both looked like they wished they had as they were dragged away in opposite directions, without even a whisper of strained bond between them.

Rose struggled to force her fingers, clenched tightly in Neshu’s mane, to relax their grip even a bit.

The scene changed again, and no matter how much she wished she could, Rose didn’t look away.

3. The huge, huge Pearl/Rose fixit-ish fic that I started as an attempt to deal with the gag order mess when ASPR was still fresh. In this excerpt: some Rose/Pink sky arena angst that probably makes a lot more sense in context.

She still looks the part of the fierce rebel leader as her solid, quartz-heavy fists smash into the perfectly hewn pink stone over and over and over again (just the pink, only ever the pink). But her diamond-hard knuckles don’t bruise, don’t bear a trace even as the first floating insignia cracks and shatters into haphazardly hovering fragments.

And why would there ever be any mark left on her? She is, after all, just a spoiled, untouchable princess in disguise, playing a losing game that’s costing lives, making others dance a deadly dance to her self-indulgent little tune. And she could declare herself bored of it, give it all up and abandon them to horrible fates and go home whenever she wanted to in order to be relieved of this burden she clearly wasn’t ready for after all, such a shame... and they wouldn’t even know…!

The weight of the thoughts sends her spiralling back down to the pockmarked floor of the Arena, her landing nothing approaching elegant. A voice she knows she can’t possibly be hearing because its owner is in a (pink, always pink) bubble, hidden away, calls her a coward and a traitor.

She kneels in the ruins of her own making and wonders if Bismuth had a hand in carefully carving out what she has just smashed to pieces. If Bismuth would have cheered her on in this highly symbolic bit of destruction, in what is obviously a very defiant, political act with no practical or tactical purpose but with such a clear and pointed message. Everyone will readily believe that - why would they not?

Everyone except Pearl.

Pearl, who she has now so unthinkingly cruelly reminded of her station, reduced her (reduced them both!) to what they have supposedly been working on growing past and leaving behind. And for what? Because she was terrified, in that moment, that Pearl would find out the truth? That, inevitably, no matter how many Homeworld bases she snuck into and how many of the Moonbase’s systems she scoured, she’d find no trace of Bismuth anywhere, and she’d turn to Rose with those eyes large and shining with betrayal…

Just like they were earlier today, after I forbid it and I order you to stop.

The illusion and the beautiful make-believe are as broken as the symbol - the symbol of her - and how can she even think of considering herself any different from White now, demanding and taking and having her way, draining colour and will and personality to make way for the obedience due a Diamond? Pearl had gone so still, in the wake of the Order, all of her gestures, from nervous to exuberant, gone without a trace, posture stiff and perfect. It all seems a negligible step away from an empty smile on a newly bleached-white face and perfectly poised, outstretched arms; from being faced with an eerie automaton in the place of someone she dared to consider a friend.

She- oh, she wants to call herself Rose but she can’t, she’s not, she’s failed at that every step of the way so far. Pink curls her pristine hands into her fanciful dress nobody sensible would think to fight a war in, and cries, useless miraculous healing tears that couldn’t ever hope to begin fixing what she has so carelessly broken.

#oathkeeper writes things #steven universe #pearl #rose quartz #bismuth #yeah that's supposed to be centi/nephrite #i'm sorry #long post #in case the cut doesn't work #fanfiction #daemon au #those stars of brightest magnitude #bispearl #pearlrose #i'm alive i swear #feel free to validate me and such

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my-creative-hell · 5 years ago

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Music (Teen au)

Grave and Hannah sit inside her room in the twin’s house, Iden was out for practice and they had a lab assignment to work on together, being lab partners. Hannah sits on the floor with her Braille laptop resting in her lap as Grave is lounging on her bed so she could see over the shorter girls shoulders easily as she types.

The project wasn’t ridiculous, a study on atoms and their makeup, and how they formed molecules and were the building blocks of everything in pure scientific and mathematical terms. An in depth study, if you will. But, there was a lot of work to be done, even between the two of them. Hannah had been working on it for the better part of a week, preventing her from sleeping as she was striving to create the best quality of work she could, researching at ungodly hours of the night instead.

“We are the science boi’s. Gonna… save… the worl. With s c i e n c e.” Grave flaps her hands around in a happy manner as she speaks, making Hannah snort through her nose as she can feel the breeze being created by Grave.

“I mean, maybe…” Hannah half answers, focusing more on what she was currently typing out onto the computer, trying to make sure she didn’t spell anything wrong by going too fast.

“Just a couple of smort boi’s. We’re very smart. Awesome dudes.” Grave smiles as she flaps her arms more, the breeze getting stronger for Hannah as she continues to type.

“I hope we’re smart, otherwise we’re gonna fail this paper.” Hannah says blandly, focusing on her typing once more.

“Yeah… if you don’t mind me asking, are you okay? You seemed kinda off these past few days and I-I just…” Grave sighs as she continues. “I just wanna know if something’s wrong.”

“Hm?” Hannah hums out as she types, talking a second to register what Grave had asked of her. “Nothing out of the ordinary, just really wanna get this finished.” She explains nonchalantly, her voice sounding neutral and blunt.

“I know, but…” Grave shrugs and lays down on the bed more. “I don’t want you to like, pass out in the middle of the thing. Like we go to present it and you just flop onto the floor and pass out… that sounds like it hurts a little. I don’t want that to happen to you.” Grave explains as Hannah listens to her slightly concerned voice, unphased.

“I’ll be fine, Grave. It’s not like I haven’t stayed up a bunch before. I’ll survive.” Hannah reasons as she types. She had done this shit all too often, and it barely messed her up anymore, though it hadn’t been a full week for a while, so it was a bit harder.

“But… that’s not good. I’ll do the rest of it you go to sleep.” Grave offers, Hannah snorting, a small smirk on her face as she types.

“I’m not tired Grave, trust me. Besides, I’m in the zone right now, I don’t wanna break it.” She reasons, which was true. Hannah had currently entered a steady workflow, and to break it would just annoy her at this point.

“Okay…” Grave huffs as she answers, allowing Hannah to continue working on the project, typing up all of the information they had jotted down.

“Sides, its not been that long…” Hannah tries to reason, though it kind of had, and she knew that. But worrying Grave meant her pestering Hannah about sleeping, and she didn’t want that.

“I don’t feel like that’s true, but okay I guess.” Grave says in a neutral tone as she watches Hannah, who frowns as she works.

“You sound annoyed, are you annoyed?” Hannah questions, pausing her typing for a moment as she questions Grave, unsure of the tone of voice she had used.

“No! I-I’m actually really concerned. Like, you don’t seem okay at all.” Grave explains, the worry a bit more obvious to Hannah in her voice now, making her stop her typing for a moment.

“How do I not seem okay?” She questions, confused. Though she couldn’t see herself, she was sure she looked okay, considering she always looked tired as hell, no matter how much she slept.

“I-I um…” Grave fiddles with her fingers as she struggles to answer. “I just… for some reason… I-I dunno how to explain it, b-but something felt wrong-” Grave tries, though Hannah still looks confused.

“I think I’ve been the same. I mean, I haven’t been super off, have I?” Hannah questions, turning her head towards Grave now as she asks.

“Yeah, not extremely… but its still noticeable.” Grave explains, Hannah nodding as she scrunches her face up.

“Well, I guess I haven’t stayed up this long in a bit, so maybe that’s why. Also running off of coffee does fun things I guess.” Hannah explains, shrugging nonchalantly as she talks.

“I almost set a dude on fire when I drank coffee. Well it wasn’t really coffee, it was a fuck ton of espresso shots, eighteen five hour energies and something else. I’m pretty sure I ascended into the astral plane.” Grave explains her story, making Hannah snort.

“That’s pretty impressive, not gonna lie.” Hannah admits. “Don’t think I’m quite there yet, just using it to stay alert and shit.” She explains, turning away from Grave again as she prepares to resume her typing.

“Makes sense, but if I cant get you to sleep now… can you like at l e a s t take a nap after you work for a few more minutes?” Grave asks Hannah, staring at her with puppy eyes she knew she couldn’t see. “Please? I can take over!�� Hannah lets out a deflated sounding sigh in response.

“Grave… look, I’m fine. I really just wanna get this done so I can stop stressing about it.” Hannah reasons as she starts typing again.

“You don’t have to stress about it! I said I can do the rest.” Grave says as she pouts, crossing her arms as she watches Hannah rub her hands over her face.

“C’mon Grave, we haven’t got that much left, its fine…” Hannah almost groans out, looking more tired as she gets frustrated.

“It doesn’t matter, my fresh Cicada Honda civic broski! You need to r e s t. if not now, you rest the second you finish or else I’m gonna put impossible to thaw turkeys in your closet.” Grave threatens, making Hannah laugh, though it sounds very off.

“Sure, Grave. It’ll either be don’t today or tomorrow, depending on any new information…” Hannah explains as she works.

“T o m o r r o w??” Grave sighs, Hannah not saying anything in response, only nodding her head as she types. “Hhhhh.” Grave covers her face as she frowns. “Bad. This is b a d.” She complains.

“It’s fine, it could be worse.” Hannah reasons out, voice back to being blunt and uncaring.

“That doesn’t make it okay! Just because it can be so much worse doesn’t make the current situation alright.” Grave argues as she frowns down at Hannah, who shrugs.

“It makes it slightly more acceptable to me.” She deadpans. Grave makes a sound of concern in response, flailing her arms around her.

“Are you flapping? You sound like you are…” Hannah observes as she works, listening to Grave behind her.

“Yeah, but its not happy flapps!! Its c o n c e r n.” Grave emphasises as she speaks.

“I gathered. What are you so concerned about?” Hannah questions, raising an eyebrow as she works, though she knows Grave isn’t currently looking at her face.

“Sleeb!!!! You!!!! I’m concerned about you!!!!” Grave exclaims, making Hannah laugh again, sounding broken.

“Grave, I’ll sleep when it’s done. Until then I just have to get through, and I’ll be fine.” Hannah explains as she types. Grave frowns in response.

“But I can do the rest of it!!! I know what to write!!!” She exclaims in argument, Hannah sighing.

“Its fine Grave, I’m already doing it, and you’ve already helped a lot. You can’t force me to sleep, so just let me do what I’m doing.” Hannah curtly responds, not moving from typing on her laptop.

“Ugh… fine.” Grave pouts as she answers, almost making Hannah smile.

“Thanks…” Hannah trails off as she works, trying to get absorbed into the flow once again so she had a chance of finishing the work faster.

“…wanna listen to music?” Grave offers, making Hannah pause for a second before she continues typing.

“Music?” Hannah questions as she works, not quite sure how to respond. She liked music, but she never tended to listen to it while she worked, since it removed one of her remaining senses.

“Yeah, m u s i c.” Grave insists, Hannah thinking it over.

“I don’t normally listen to anything while I work, sides, don’t you wanna talk?” She questions as she types, cocking her head as she talks.

“God, you sound like such a mum.” Grave chuckles.

“How rude, show some respect.” Hannah jokes lightly as she works, a small smirk on her face.

“Oh, I’m t e r r i b l y sorry, mother. How shall you e v e r forgive me?” Grave puts on a snobby rich guy voice as she talks, making Hannah snort.

“Alright, no need to be an ass.” She smirks as she jokes around, making Grave laugh.

“Sorry, I had to do my best ‘rich asshole’ impression or else it would simply be a bit b l e h.” Grave explains, making Hannah smile slightly.

“That’s fair enough, it was pretty good.” Hannah admits with a smile as she listens to Grave.

“Thank you, I try my best!” Grave says in a proud voice.

“That doesn’t surprise me…” Hannah laughs, sounding slightly happier than before.

“I’m glad it doesn’t!” Grave flaps her arms around a bit. “Heyyy Hannah, guess what?” Grave asks in a pitched voice.

“What, Grave?” Hannah asks in a neutral voice as she works. She had a knack for always sounding annoyed, but Grave knew her well enough to know she just sounded like that.

“You!!! Are!!! Rad!!! Radder than ten whole cakes!!!!!” Grave exclaims, making Hannah smirk.

“That’s a lot of cake. You’re pretty rad yourself.” Hannah admits as she focuses on typing.

“I am?” Grave questions, surprised, making Hannah snort lightly.

“Yeah, least I think so.” She shrugs, though a small smile plays at her lips as she pauses in her work to compliment Grave.

“Thank!!! You!!!” Grave flaps her arms around more and starts tapping her feet onto the bed in happiness.

“Oh my, calm down, you’re gonna smack me. But you’re welcome.” Hannah smiles as she hears the noises coming from Grave in her excitement and happiness. Grave smiles largely as she stops her flapping.

“Okay, sorry. But really, would you like a m u s i c? its not rude cuz I’ll be listening to some music too!” Grave reassures, Hannah pausing.

“You sure?” She questions, tilting her head towards Grave as she asks.

“Positive.” Grave assures Hannah firmly, making her smirk.

“Okay then, I’ll accept some music.” Hannah yields, her voice lighter and jokier as she speaks. Grave carefully hands her the headphones.

“Happy borthmas, hav music maker.” Grave says in a jovial voice, making Hannah snicker.

“Thanks, you weirdo.” Hannah jokes as she takes the headphones. She puts them on, and if she could have said something, she would. Her brain instantly felt fuzzy and wrong, like it was being shut off by something, even though the headphones didn’t seem to be doing anything yet. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for her mind to completely shut off, Hannah collapsing and falling sideways onto the floor of her room, her laptop being knocked off of her as she falls. It takes Grave a few seconds to process what just happened before she reacts.

“fuCK-” She panics as Hannah lays unconscious on the floor. Grave moves quickly, getting down beside Hannah, quickly pressing her fingers against her neck to check for a pulse, making sure Hannah was still alive. She manages to find one, and it feels normal as it pulses against Grave’s fingers.

“Good. Nice. That’s… good… hh shit.” Grave panics as she hovers over Hannah on the floor. Grave pulls out her phone, calling Iden, waiting in a panic for him to answer.

“Grave? You okay?” The voice of Iden floods through the phone as he answers, sounding confused, with an edge of concern.

“I’m fine, but we’ve run into a minor problem-” Grave admits, Iden instantly growing more concerned.

“Problem? Whats happened?” Iden asks, the concern more evident in his voice as he talks on the phone, wandering farther away from the practice he was participating in.

“Hannah passed out.” Grave says simply, Iden making a strangled noise on the other end.

“She what?!” He exclaims worriedly, voice strained and coarse with immediate stress.

“Yeah, I um… I-I don’t know why. But she’s breathing okay-” Grave reassures, a small sigh of relief coming from Iden.

“Okay, at least she’s breathing.” Iden reassures himself, thinking for a moment. “Did she do anything weird?” He questions in a serious voice.

“No. She just pa-o h.” Grave realises something, mentally hitting herself.

“Oh? Whats oh?” Iden asks, worry spiking again as he thinks over the many possibilities.

“The headphones. I gave her headphones and she passed out.” Grave explains, only confusing and worrying Iden more.

“Headphones?” He questions, sounding utterly lost with the situation that was playing out over the phone.

“Yeah, headphones…” Grave sighs. “Okay, could you come up here?” Grave asks, listening as Iden immediately starts moving.

“Yeah, course I can. Give me like ten minutes, okay?” He asks, already signalling to his teammates that he had to leave and leave now.

“Okay!” Grave exclaims gently, listening to Iden shift around.

“I’ll be there in ten, make sure she’s alright…” Iden hangs up the phone, presumably getting ready to leave and picking up his gear for the walk back to the twins house, though he would likely run it.

“Okay…” Grave sits in silence besides Hannah, who looks very tired now that she could see her properly.

“It’s good that you’re finally sleeping…” Grave smiles a bit as she looks at Hannah, who looked more peaceful than she had ever really seen her as a teen.

Grave gently picks Hannah up, the smaller teen not weighing a ridiculous amount, placing her carefully on the bed and pulling the headphones off of her head as she does so. Grave sits with Hannah until she hears the downstairs door unlock, indicating Iden had returned to the house.

“Grave?” He calls out from downstairs, sounding slightly concerned as he puts his stuff down in the living room, throwing it onto the sofa.

“Yeah. I’m… here.” Grave steps out of the room, Iden coming up the stairs towards her, looking concerned.

“Okay, this is fine, is she okay?” He questions as he reaches Grave.

“Yeah! She sleebin.” Grave elaborates, making Iden huff as he pinches his nose.

“My question is why and how, because I know she didn’t do it on her own…” Iden explains as he looks at Grave, knowing Hannah was way too stubborn to be convinced to sleep.

“The h e a d p h o n e s.” Grave insists as she gestures towards them where they lay in the room.

“You managed to make a pair of headphones that do that?” Iden questions, looking exasperated.

“…” Grave looks down at her feet and mutters the next words. “Yeah.” She admits, Iden frowning.

“I’m going to assume you didn’t mean to do this, otherwise you are in deep shit.” He explains in a slightly stern voice, looking down at Grave, though concern still tugged at his features.

“Yeah, I gave her the wrong ones…” Grave admits. Iden sighs, running his hands over his face in a tired manner.

“This isn’t good, you know that right?” He questions, looking into the room at his twin, his expression twisted and worried.

“Yeah, I-I know… I wouldn’t have said anything if it was alright…” Grave agrees, watching as Iden walks into the room, sitting on the floor.

“She’s gonna freak out… shit.” Iden swears, something he never did. He left all of that to his twin, not liking the way it sounded when he said it.

“Sorry.” Grave takes the laptop off of the floor, making sure it still worked and placing it on her lap as soon as she’s sure it does.

“It’s not your fault, I doubt she even told you enough to know why she’s gonna freak out, did she?” Iden questions, huffing as he puts his head in his hands on the floor, exhausted.

“She…” Grave shakes her head. “She didn’t.” She admit, Iden sighing and leaning his head further into his hands.

“Of course she didn’t… so you cant even know the reality of the situation, that’s not fair.” He explains, sounding frustrated and exasperated. He didn’t blame Hannah, nor was he mad at her, but Grave couldn’t have known what was so wrong about this entire thing, and that wasn’t fair to anyone.

“I mean, if she didn’t tell me that probably means she didn’t want me to know, so that’s fine. I don’t wanna know something she didn’t want me to… if that makes sense.” Grave shrugs.

“She was planning on mentioning it, she spoke to me about it, asked it I was okay with it. I guess she hadn’t figured out when to do it. But she did want you to know.” Iden explains gently, raising his head to look at Grave with a more serious expression.

“Oh…” Grave mumbles as she looks down at the keyboard of the laptop. “Well I can wait until she wakes up for that.” She reasons, Iden smiling sadly.

“I wouldn’t expect her to want to talk to you…” He explains in a gentle voice, not wanting to make Grave upset, but needing her to know the truth.

“I…” Grave nods in acceptance. “Good point.” She admits, Iden coming to sit next to her.

“Unfortunately…” He agrees sadly, a small smile pressed onto his face.

“It’s understandable though, so I’m not really disappointed. Just wish I didn’t ask if she wanted some music…” Grave trails off, Iden looking concerned and worried for her.

“You didn’t mean to, and you couldn’t have known. But the unfortunate reality is you, accident or no, put a traumatised person into a state of complete vulnerability they’re afraid of, against their will.” Iden explains gently, keeping his voice low and soft.

Grave looks at him, looking like she wanted to say something, but had no idea of what she could even say or how she could respond to what Iden had just told her, her face reading this loud and clear, making Iden smile sadly, giving her a sideways hug.

“I know, it’s harsh… I don’t want to upset you, that’s the least of my intentions. But, we’ve had a rough life, and we’re both still pretty messed up. Hannah might just need some time…” Iden explains in a gentle and soft voice as he hugs Grave.

“You didn’t upset me, Iden. I just had no idea what to say.” Grave chuckles and hugs Iden back. “But that’s understandable… sorry life was an ass to you.”

“It’s okay, we got out this year, now it’s just about dealing with it…” Iden smiles gently.

“I’m glad you got out…” Grave tightens her hug, making Iden smile.

“We were lucky the owner of this house knew us and allowed us to rent off the books.” Iden explains as he smiles, his gratitude evident in his voice.

“That’s good!! Glad they weren’t a shart-face.” Grave muses, making Iden laugh.

“Me too…” He agrees as he hugs the smaller girl close to him, watching as Grave finishes the work Hannah had been doing for her so she wouldn’t have to stress when she woke up in about eight hours.

The next day when Grave goes to school and heads into their shared lab class, she can see Hannah sitting at her normal desk with her laptop in front of her as normal, though something was different. Hannah normally wore ear buds to listen to her recorded lessons, allowing her to make notes at her own pace, since she couldn’t see what was written on the board in front of her. But normally, she would only put in one ear bud in case Grave wanted to chat, though today both of them were in, blocking out the world around Hannah.

Grave sighs gently, sitting down at her own desk beside Hannah. She wants desperately to speak to the other girl, to apologise to her, but she knew it probably wouldn’t end well, so she stay silent as Hannah registers her sitting down, never turning away from typing on her laptop as she plays through one of her lessons, still looking tired, worn out and stressed. Grave frowns, but looks at the board as the lesson starts, paying attention to the words the teacher was saying.

Grave watches silently throughout the day as Hannah avoids her, not speaking a word to anyone, not even the teachers, simply completing her work and leaving the lessons, eating alone and eventually, heading home alone, never interacting with Grave. And Grave let her. She didn’t want to upset Hannah anymore than had already been done, so she left her alone, despite how much she didn’t want to.

The next day, Hannah comes in the same way, alone and silent. She looked more tired and worn out, not engaging with anyone at all, simply putting her ear buds in and working in silence, refusing to speak at this point. Grave continues as she had the day before, feeling worse about the situation as she watches Hannah avoid almost everyone, staying by herself all day, even to eat. She left school alone again, not even saying goodbye of acknowledging Grave.

The third day, Hannah looks a little worse. She’s sitting in class as normal when Grave walks in and takes her seat next to her, her ear buds in her ears, though she handy turned them on yet, unbeknownst to her. The class was noisy as they waited on the teacher, and it was getting to Hannah, the tiredness she felt not helping, clawing at the inside of her brain and making it feel itchy and wrong. Everything that was being said melted inside her brain, being turned into pointless white noise that fogged her thoughts, and made her panic, as it effectively blocked off the most useful sense she had left. After a couple of minutes, Hannah felt like she would either explode or cry if she didn’t move, and she wasn’t about to let everyone see that. Without speaking a word, she pushes her chair out from her desk, leaving the room silently. Grave follows her out of the room, watching as she goes into the single disabled toilet, since she never used the normal toilets, finding them way too cluttered and annoying in her blindness, shutting and locking the door behind her.

“Um… look, I-I came to apologize. You don’t have to respond, that’s… that’s fine. I didn’t mean to put you to sleep. I-I know you don’t like being vulnerable around other people and… sorry.” Grave apologises as she stands outside the door of the stall. Hannah doesn’t respond, making Grave think at first that she doesn’t want to answer, but after a few seconds, she can hear the panicked breathing coming from inside the stall, that was preventing Hannah from talking to her.

“Hannah?” Grave says softly as she lightly knocks on the door of the stall. Hannah doesn’t answer using words, but a whimper like whine can be heard through the door.

“Can…” Grave hesitates before continuing. “C-Can you open the door please?” Grave asks, listening for Hannah behind the door. There’s a long pause, but eventually Grave can hear shifting in the larger stall, the lock beginning to shake as Hannah unlocks the door so Grave can come in.

“Thank you.” Grave says in a smaller voice as she gently pushes open the door to the stall. Hannah has pushed herself against the wall, shaking, and her head on her knees, not allowing Grave to see her face with her hands covering her ears due to over stimulation.

Grave, not knowing what to do or say, sits close to Hannah in silence. Hannah’s ears are still ringing and noises don’t seem to be picked up as well as they should, making the world she knew blurred and distorted. The hands on her head automatically start to go at her skin a little, her cut down nails scratching at her skin to create a sensation to distract from what was going on in her head.

Grave gently pulls Hannah’s hands away from her head to prevent her form hurting herself, holding onto them as Hannah resists slightly, sounding panicked. Grave keeps her grip gentle and kind, trying not to stress her out even more, but knowing she cant allow her to potentially injure herself.

“Um… would you like… head touchies?” Grave asks in a soft voice, watching as Hannah leans back off of her knee’s slightly, allowing Grave to see her tear stained and tired face, giving her a very small nod to indicate she was okay with that.

Grave gently pushes their foreheads together, Hannah accepting the gentle touch as she continues to shake a little, trying to steady her breathing. After a minute, Hannah proceeds to slump into Grave, falling gently on her shoulder. Grave gently hugs Hannah, feeling slightly worried at how Hannah had fallen onto her, Hannah leaning into Grave, not talking.

“Cool, you aren’t dead.” Grave mutters gently, the worry being thrown from her mind as she smiles slightly. Hannah’s arms gently snake around Grave as she presses her face into Grave’s shoulder as she gently shakes, clinging onto Grave in a way Hannah had never done before. This makes Grave’s smile get bigger, her feet beginning to tap gently on the floor as Hannah starts to calm down, her shaking decreasing and her hearing coming back to her as she relaxes into the hug, shuffling closer to Grave, who feels happy that she’s starting to feel better.

“Sorry for dragging you in here…” Hannah says in a small voice as she clings to Grave, felling well enough to speak again, though it’s slightly shaky.

“You didn’t drag me in here, silly… and its fine.” Grave reassures Hannah as she gently hugs her.

“Sorry for ignoring you…” Hannah apologises, sounding more genuinely upset than Grave had ever heard her, the façade of the normal, neutral Hannah completely off now.

“It’s understandable… I’m just glad you’re okay now…” Grave reassures, making Hannah feel a little better.

“I’m fucking tired though…” Hannah jokes, though she does sound it, her voice low and quiet.

“That’s also understandable, your day kinda s u c k e d.” Grave reasons.

“Little bit…” Hannah smiles slightly as she pulls away from Grave, wiping her face. “Okay, maybe a lot…” She admits, Grave nodding.

“Yeah… but at least its kinda better now, right?” She reasons, Hannah smiling again.

“Yeah, little bit…” She admits, though she still looks exhausted.

“Good! Do you uh… do you wanna leave? We can just say that you went to like the hospital or something.” Grave offers, Hannah sighing.

“Honestly, yeah, I’m not gonna get anything done anyway, and I could use some sleep I think…” Hannah admits, a small smirk on her face.

“F u c k y e a h, close them eyeballs and enter your free trial of no brain work-” Grave jokes, making Hannah laugh genuinely.

“You’re such a weirdo.” She comments in a lighter voice as she smiles.

“I know, but so are you. Just two weirdo’s sittin in a room of rest.” Grave replies in a similar jokey fashion, making Hannah grin gently as she allows Grave to help her up off of the floor. A quick call to Iden ensured he would pick up their bags after class, as well as Hannah’s laptop, so they could walk back to the twins home uninterrupted to get some rest and ignore their responsibilities for one day.

#writing with friends #writing #my writing #original writing #not my oc #others ocs #original characters #original story #teen au #alternate universe #tw trauma #tw panic attack #tw anxiety attack #sleepisafuckinglie #House of Hell

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chrysanim · 7 years ago

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I wanted a Triple Stryke toy, so I made one.

I decided to grind through the rest of my summer and finish this project I started back in March. Now he’s finally ready to be 3D printed as a small figurine. This is going to be awesome!

Programs used: Autodesk Maya 2016.5, Zbrush R47, View 3D

Story of how I made him below the break! It’s a little lengthy and has some jargon you may or may not understand, apologies in advance!

So I have this small 4 cm x 2 cm Toothless figurine, it’s a cute little thing that keeps me company while I work. Around mid-March, after I had watched newest season of Dragons: Race To The Edge (which featured some awesome Sleuther fight scenes) I looked at my Toothless figure and wondered “Hey, do they have a Triple Stryke figurine or toy?” and after a couple Google searches, I had my dismal answer. But at around that time I was taking an introductory Maya class, so my brave self decided to make one for myself taking this opposing challenge head-on!

I gathered some reference from show screenshots and concept arts and jumped right in! I started with the basic shape of the character a couple of cubes, some subdivisions and very little detail. After a week’s time, the model looked kinda promising; I had the head and body’s basic shape done. However, school was demanding a lot more of my time, so I had to discontinue it when I had just started work on the arm. I worked on and off on it throughout the rest of the semester, but when the end of the year came, I completely forgot about it, leaving only the project folder on my desktop as a reminder of what I started.

Eventually around mid-July I came back to the project with renewed vigor! I had just finished some summer classes and had nothing to do...Perfect timing! Picking up where I had started, I continued with the arm and pincer and after a two good day’s work, they has their basic shapes done. The only difference between working on this in March and in July was that I kept going. I did the legs in about the same amount of time as well. This project was finally coming all together...

BUT! Then a very feared and dangerous enemy of mine came by...

TOPOLOGY! *cue organ and lightning*

It was dreadful. Triangles everywhere! N-gons forming out of thin air! Edge flow...nonexistent. Pain-stacking hours were spent going over the model again and again, trying to retopologize, only to find that no method would work.

But there’s one program that I can thank for saving this project and my life...

ZREMESHER *cue choir and heavenly lights*

This little tool in Zbrush was a god send. I no longer had to slowly torture myself with using the Quad Draw tool and manually retoplogizing the WHOLE model because it wasn’t flowing right. Just a push of a button and boop! All done.

So from there, it was back and forth. Sculpting in Zbrush, ZRemesh, export to Maya, mirror the model, export back to Zbrush, sculpt again... repeat until the end of time. This workflow, as crazy and inefficient it was, got the job done and it was all I knew at that time so I just bit my lip and said, “Let’s do this.”

After quite an astounding amount of Maya, Zbrush, and OBJ files on my desktop later, I had finally finished the modeling process and it was just gruesome. I’d be up from 7 AM until 12 AM working almost non-stop on this guy every day from the end of July to just yesterday.

To give you a better sense of the time I took, I binge watched every h3h3 classic video, every danooct1 MS DOS Virus video, almost every YMS movie review video, and almost every theneedledrop’s album review video. Yeah, a lot of time.

But every hour spent working on the model, I learned something new, got better, and felt more and more confident in my ability to perform.

Now it was time to the rig.

This step only took about a day and a half since I just wanted something simple. I don’t think I’ll ever animate this guy unless I completely overhaul his model and rig. So I put some joints here and there and got something workable. After binding the skin, I posed him around and got what you see in the photos above. Now it’s off to printer for you buddy!

I expect the model to be roughly the same size a my little Toothless figure, he’ll fit right in I hope!

Thanks for reading my jumbled mess of an anecdote, if you did. Hope I didn’t bore you. Sorry in advance for grammar or spelling mistakes, I’m tapped out right now, gotta energize and rest for the incoming school year. Have a great day!

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gwydionmisha · 4 years ago

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Personal: 7/9/20

Today was rough physically. I slept slightly out of position which borked an arm for a few hours. I had the shakes randomly for about three hours mid-evening. I completely failed to change the 20 tank, but I did clean the living room litter and launder a pee guard (probably Tavy). I was scattered, because that's normal with the shakes. So pre-midnight productivity was next to nil.

Bonus, I keep managing to find work arounds for tumblr update, all of which end up being slower than pre update. I have found some tweaks that work for some things, but nothing so far for the mess they deliberately made of the dashboard or their decision to fuck up the scroll thingie to make it extremely hard for someone with my disabilities to use. Um, thanks? Plus the disaster just keeps rolling. Tonight, a tweak that solved one problem caused another. I now need three browsers with different tweaks on two different laptops to do the work I was doing on one to compensate for the supposed "upgrade." I keep having to experiment with how I do things, which eats time and messes with workflow.

Jesus fuck, I didn't need this.

Rupert laptop is still sporadically having trouble handling the "upgrade" as like most "upgrades" it eats extra resources. If you are reading on tumblr you may have notice weird ass posting patterns. That's because some nights I'm still having to save link posting for a batch job on Klaus. Klaus keeps having to do more and more Rupert jobs on top of his own. This is also contributing to the aggregate being harder to put out, so sorry dreamwidth readers.

A bit before 1 AM, Squirrel was asleep, so elder Kitty came out to sleep on my desk. She ended up crashed out on Rupert laptop. Needless to say no work got done on him while she was sleeping.

#Personal #LM #My Cats

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ladysonder · 8 years ago

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Bloom - Prologue

AN - Hey there! So, you’re welcome to read this (rather extensive) author’s note of mine, but thank you for stopping by! This will be my very first fanfiction that I’ve ever written, and instead of easing myself into things I decided to tackle a proper story from the get-go. I must admit...I found it quite amusing at first when I saw where I drew my inspiration to write from in the first place. I never could’ve imagined I would write a BTS fanfiction of all things! Timeline-wise, this story starts around the beginning of September 2016, and if you’ve been following BTS since then, you’ll recognize them in a lot of real-life events. I’ve tried to stay as true to it as possible in the beginning, but it will start deviating as the story goes along. Unlike most fanfictions I’ve read in this particular fandom, I opted for an OC to star along the guys. It’s not a popular choice of course, but it was mainly because I failed horribly at writing something from the first-person narrative, aaaand where I constantly had to use “Y/N”. There was a lot of thought put into my main OC, so I hope you guys grow to like her. For the majority of the chapters, I will include a title of a song I strongly recommend the reader to listen to as they read. They portray the mood of the corresponding chapter, and they were all carefully selected. I might create a playlist at some point, but for now I want to concentrate on completing the story. This is going to be slow burn story, so I hope you stick around. Very frustrating and fluffy in the beginning, but the angst isn’t too far off. English is not my first language, and I proofread all the stuff myself so you must forgive me if there are any errors ^^” Constructive criticism and reviews are always welcome. The quick cover art sketch for ‘Bloom’ (as seen above), was drawn by me as well. Done in PS5. SO! Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get right into it shall we? <3 ------------------------------------*✲*PAGEBREAK*✲*------------------------------------ -Prologue- Theme song: Jonathan Morali - Golden Hour Idly sipping on the cooling beverage in her hand whilst glancing at the blank screen of her phone, Lily Paterson was quickly losing all patience with her current situation. She was waiting on a call from a friend, nervously tapping away on the table she was seated at. Looking at the open screen of her laptop in front of her, she nearly missed the cafe door opening, allowing a group of three young men inside. Peering at them over the rim of her cup, she vaguely recognized them. Gasping in realization and nearly choking on her tea, she shuffled through the small heap of papers laying scattered next to her computer. She hastily scrambled through them until she found a folder containing a few photos.Yes, it was them alright. Glancing at them and wondering where the others might be, she accidentally made eye contact with one of them. He had blonde hair now, instead of the jet black that was in the photo she was given. Why Sejin would give her an outdated photo was beyond her. He was looking at her rather intently, and she fought the instinct to check whether or not she had something on her face or managed to mess something on her clothing. She momentarily looked down at herself, nearly jumping out of her seat when her phone finally rung.

Her sudden movement and the noise of her ringtone must've startled the elderly lady seated a few tables away, as she shot a disapproving glare in the sound's direction. Lily pointedly ignored the old lady's grumbling, answering her phone on a rush.

"Sejin! What the devil took you so long!? I've been waiting almost the whole morning on your call!" she hissed over the line, shifting slightly lower in her seat in an attempt to hide behind her laptop's screen.

Two of the young men were now looking in her direction, whilst the third placed an order at the register.

"Sorry about that, the meeting took a little bit longer than I thought it would. I just arrived at the dorms to check on the guys. Sent a few of them on a coffee run in the meantime...did you manage to go over the documents?" Sejin asked quietly.

"Wha...? Yeah I did, I have them here with me. Signed and sealed. Speaking of the coffee run, three of your guys just waltzed into the shop I am sitting in. Great job on that one..." she said sarcastically, groaning inwardly when she saw all of them taking seats at the table across from her.

"They did? Shit, I didn't think you were already here. You're gonna have to give me a few minutes with them before you come over, please. Think you can do that?" he said, sounding slightly panicked.

"I wasn't going to wait any longer Sejin. The sooner we can get this over and done with, the happier I'll be. I do have work to do, and a coffee shop isn't all that conducive to my workflow. Too many bloody distractions." Lily said, shooting an annoyed look at the group of men who were now chatting rather loudly.

The guy she recognized from the photos glanced up at her again, his eyes widening slightly when he noticed the irritable expression on her face before she shifted her gaze to one of the windows to her right.

"I understand. Just wait until they leave, and I'll send you a text when you can come through. You have the address I sent you?" Sejin asked.

"Yes I do. Just...make it quick, would you?" she asked, rubbing at her temples in a distracted manner. The day was really just turning out to be one massive waiting game, and she had never been the patient type.

"Are you alright....? I mean, for now..." he asked, concern lacing his voice.

"Yes...now stop fussing please. I'll be on the lookout for your text." she said, not waiting for his response before ending the call. She almost felt bad for snapping at him, but her head was pounding at this point and the strong smell of coffee wasn't helping.

Putting her phone down and propping her chin on one of her hands, she stared blankly out of the shop's front whilst trying to ignore the nausea her headache was starting to induce. Feeling the prickle of someone watching her, her vision focused and realized she'd been essentially staring through the head of one the guys that had moved in the way of her view of the street outside.

It just had to be the one with the blonde hair, yet again. And he was now watching her with a distrustful look, probably thinking she was some foreign stranger that couldn't stop staring dreamily at him.

Fantastic.

She shot him a defiant glare of her own, and sat back in her chair whilst crossing her arms. His two friends whispered to him, probably asking him what he was looking at, before he nodded his head slightly in her direction.

Three sets of eyes locked onto her, and she fought the desire to shift uncomfortably in her seat. Her eyes narrowed into slits when the other light-haired guy stood up, slowly walking over to her table.

Thankfully she was saved by the barista, calling their order number. They hurried over to the counter, now thankfully ignoring her and finally left the cafe with their drinks. A heavy sigh of relief left her lips as soon as the cafe door swung shut.

Twenty minutes came and went with no text in sight. Muttering angrily under her breath, she just decided to go ahead and pack up anyway. Cursing when a few of her papers tumbled to the ground, she gingerly crouched down to gather them up, but paused when she saw a now-familiar face peek up at her from the thin folder Sejin had given her in the week before.

Slowly lifting the paper that listed a few personal details about the person in the photo, a rueful smile worked itself onto her face. She was pretty sure she hadn't made a good impression on him and his friends, but knowing how much more drama she had yet to go through that day...well, she just couldn't find it within herself to care much.

She stuffed the last of the papers messily into her laptop bag and marched out of the cafe, glancing at her phone for directions before steering off quickly towards the end of the street. ------------------------------------*✲*PAGEBREAK*✲*------------------------------------

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