#not gonna finish this chonk

[a-v-j]

Dear A-v-j.

WHEN WILL WE GET ANDY BACK??

Anti's currently infected sooo humanising him might be a bad idea...lemme try tho

...

NOPE NOPE NOPE

ABORT ABORT-

[grayintogreen]

Woof. I dont have a day off until Christmas Eve and then I have three days off in a row (if I’m lucky), but I am staring down the barrel of so much holiday retail BS between now and then. Save me little hits of dopamine! Save me!

[sparklepocalypse]

What day is it? It's RWRB Emmy FYC Event Day! Er, I mean, Wednesday! Thanks to the spectacular @myheartalivewrites, @cha-melodius, @priincebutt, @duchessdepolignaca03, @thinkof-england for the tags!

I have written approximately four paragraphs since Sunday, and I'm dubious about the quality of every single one. Still, have another himbo!Alex snippet! Well, more than a snippet, less than a chonk. A chonklet?

Retrieving his tea, Henry settles on the bench and opens the piano’s fall board. He sets his cup on the end table, briefly massages his palms and knuckles, and then begins to play a warmup exercise, allowing his mind to float along the cadence of arpeggios and chords. He searches his memory for a piece that might suit a quiet, sunny morning. Debussy’s Préludes spring to mind, and soon, the tinkling melody of Book 1’s La fille aux cheveux de lin rises in the otherwise still room.  Henry finishes the piece and transitions into La cathédrale engloutie, closing his eyes. He leans into the second, grander motif, and the music swells, each chord resonating through the rafters. When Henry lifts his hands from the keys and places them in his lap a few brief minutes later, he starts at the sound of a throat clearing and twists on the piano bench to see who’s entered the sunroom. “Sorry,” Alex says sheepishly. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He gives Henry an apologetic smile, his face bleary, his hair still sleep-rumpled. He’s barefoot, wearing soft-looking shorts and a tee shirt, and looks far younger than his years in the bright morning sun. “It’s fine,” Henry replies quickly. “I tend to get into it a bit.” He picks up his teacup and takes a bolstering sip. “How did you sleep? Was the room comfortable?” “Like a log,” Alex replies. He gestures at the piano. “How long have you been playing? I had no idea you even could.” Henry huffs a laugh. “Music is one of the genteel refinements expected of a prince, but it’s generally not advertised as such. I’ve been playing since I was four.” Alex whistles appreciatively. “Jesus, that’s some child prodigy shit,” he says, and Henry feels his cheeks flush at his words. “Do you enjoy it?” “I’d have given up at least a decade ago if I didn’t,” Henry replies with a shrug. Unlike some aspects of his upbringing, music is and has always been a sustaining force. “I actually came in to see if you wanted breakfast,” Alex admits after a beat. “Something tells me that cooking wasn’t one of those princely refinements.” The way he pronounces the words makes Henry snort in amusement. “It’s rude to stereotype,” Henry says dryly. “That’s not a no,” Alex points out, matching Henry’s tone. 

Y'all know the drill by now -- my tag is always open. Still, I'm gonna cold call @orchidscript, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @kiwiana-writes, and @anincompletelist today. 🥰

[urproblematicfav-ao3]

Complete tone shift compared to my last post lmao, but working on my show lion!au/atropa lio fic, and I got a good chonk of the Interview scene done. When the pilot first came out, I always wanted there to be a scene where Charlie fumbles her way through a interview/ad for the Hotel on Alastor's radio show. Particularly, her actually defending herself in some meaningful way and Alastor getting called out on his many bullshits. I've deadass been thinking about a LOT of the scenes for this AU for about 4 years

(off and on tho, since I wasn't super into the fandom for all years)

Bonus funfact about this au series: when the HH show finally came out and I watched it, I was extremely upset because all of the interesting ideas I had for fics and moments just were....so violently ooc? Like, everything I have here is absolutely not in line with who series!Charlie is and I felt like so much stuff I wanted to write had to be scrapped because it felt impossible given the state of canon. Anyway, then I remembered that god is dead and we killed her and I can do what I want.

So instead of writing one of those "omg!!! What's gonna happen now!!" Pilotverse fics where people were wild west rawdogging plot, this fic is just turned into a straight up a complete overhaul/fix it of series because I deeply hate it lmao

(Its entirely possible I'll never actually finish this but aye I at least have it)

Also they hatefuck after this argument because Al got mad he was publicly humiliated despite being extremely into that.

[larrythefloridaman]

Thinking about team crimson again. This happens frequently its something of a curse of mine

Something i dont think we give crimson credit for is that he has in fact literally beaten dani in a fight more than once. It wasn't purely on his own power but it has happened. Crimson has a reputation for being kinda shit at fighting because he never does it by himself, always via proxies and hosts and whatnot, but like. Demonstrably with the right host hes Not Bad At It. Even with just his pokemon hes just kind of mid. With crimsonaut and a favorable ruleset he swept a tournament when crimsonaut by himself/in their early partnership couldn't beat GOOGLE PLUS in a fight. He took a game off Dani in hamhel's body and a game off her in val's, neither of whom have beaten her alone. Its just that both of those happened in season one and didnt end up mattering and every time hes lost to her its been such an embarrassing steamroll that we dont even think about it. Even his outside-battle victories like successfully distracting her with mark and malfunctioning machines while shantae was supposed to be killing sans end up not mattering due to happenstance.

But that captain crimson grudge match in season one fascinates me. In CPUK Reboot/10, Capn Crimson is very happy to have dani as a partner- has no issue with losing as long as she wins for them both, even bragging to his former host about the fact shes going to when hamhel finishes him off in losers. But when 11 rolls in, Crimson clearly becomes aware pretty quickly Dani isnt interested in being a team player and then is in the process of betraying him, (she isnt exactly being subtle about it she was pretty upfront about planning to kick his ass in finals the fact that we even call this a long con is overwhelmingly generous to Dani in retrospect. as johannsen says shes a fighter not a thinker,) but they start conflicting after she stops him from landing an attack on Rights, he challenges her to a spar, and when he wins (and its not even that close!!!) he just. Picks her back up. And they keep going like nothing happened. Like he just did that to let her get it out of her system. And Dani seems so MAD about it. The commentators later try to explain it as her deliberately throwing to get his guard down, but that. Doesnt really add up. Danth says it got worse after she beat crimson, but even back then she was depicted as someone who gets Very Very Mad about losing and people throwing in a serious competition. And that doesnt explain capn crim writing her team-killing off as just her being a gloryhound and then trying to????

Check in on her and kind of pleading with her to talk to him about why she's acting like this????????

To which she responds by ignoring him and telling the ref to start the match????????????????

And then (apparently, this is the 'we have bad sound equipment' era of cpuk where everything we knew for Certain was reliant on jenny's reporting and the commentators just sort of. openly speculated on anything jenny didn't catch until things made themselves clear, aka they decided on a direction to commit to,) shit-talking team chonk by saying that if capn crim warns them about her they should listen because shes gonna take this by herself and what else she says to them is so demoralizing that the fucking GRUNK loses his fighting spirit and flubs their match so bad the commentators wonder if she asked him and yopper to throw on purpose??????????????

And her so-called exorcism of him kinda just looking like crimson gave up????????????????????

[boiboiperson]

Hello! Could i please have some tips on drawing plus-size bodies? Tysm!

Yee ok. I'm not the best at drawing plus sized people btw and I'm also a lot less confident in drawing bigger male bodies characters than female, but eh I'll try my best. This is gonna be quite long so I hope you dont mind reading heheh.

I start off doing the very basic stick figure pose like I would on an average sized person. This can be very rushed and vague since I know I'm gonna be changing the proportions a lot, but it's just to get the basic proportions and sizes out of the way.

Heres the female figure after I had finished with it. Fat tends to pack in the upper thighs and hips so I made that larger. Boobs are also usually bigger, and since they're also mostly fat they tend to sag downwards when not wearing a bra. I usually draw boobs first since it helps me get an idea of the torsos shape.

I think it varies for each person but theres sometimes a lil ring of fat just below the boobs, so you can remove of take them away depending on the character. For the belly, that also sags downwards, like an oval shape; a round belly just looks like they're either pregnant, got a beer belly or are just full. Use the bottom part to help match it to the hip dips. Also the hip dips are a lil chonke. The belly button stretches. Idk if this will help you, but I tend to draw the crotch to help with leg placement. It usually ends up mostly hidden under the belly, but it also helps make it look more 3d.

Think of the arms as being cushioned. The top parts got 1, the bottom the other. Ankles and wrists also tend to be a bit more thick. Something a lot of people forget about are double chins. It's a bit hard to get used to drawing them. I recommend drawing them taking up most or all of the neck.

In the side profile I've drawn three bumps on the belly. The top is the little flab ring the character has, the middle is the belly section and is the biggest, the bottom is the uterus/womb thing sticking out. I'm female and idk the difference between the words lol. Brain smol.

Ok here the male body. It's actually quite similar to the female one. The main difference is that the shoulders tend to be larger, but that was made during the skeletal construction in the beginning. They got bigger boobs, too, but I made them flatter to make them look maler idk words. Fat also packs at the upper thighs and I think also the hips, dont trust me on that, but to make them look smaller we just depend on the skeletal structure again. The final difference is the slightly smaller dumpy and lack of womb/uterus bump.

Didnt draw feet and hands because I'd be fucked if I could be bothered to lmao. I used reference for both of these, so I'm still learning drawing these body types. Theres also of course variations in proportions depending on the person, like rounder/saggier/bigger bellies, bigger boobs or hips, pear shaped, apple shaped ect.

While this is a more realistic style, it can still be applied to more cartoony ones once you understand the shaped and how to exaggerate them into a cartoon style.

Hope this helps and sorry for making you read a lot!

[dotssu3]

I. I need more Cuno being a lil shit to Jean pretty please. Bonus points if Chonk Jean. I am going to implode, your art is godly

yay thanks :---) im actually working on a lil comic with jean and cuno (based on the sketches i did of them). im prob gonna finish it after thanksgiving weekend cuz ill have time then

[a-wild-things-rambles]

just want to say, i am putting in effort and am really exited do do this comic. but ive just finished a project that started in SEPTEMBER. and ive been doing the final piece since. im gonna say november but p earlyer. i spent over 100 hours on it, and had to split the file into THREE on my new fancy tablet i bought so i could handle the chonk [also as an investment and the only prezzies im getting for years]

i probably spent over 200 hours on the damn thing, excluding the planning and redesigning of various elements. and the several tens of thousands of words i also wrote.

this was only a third of the shit i was doing in that time.

i have recently started another project on that scale [if not larger in amount of analysis and subjects]

to put it plainly: i just did the most laborious work of art of my life. i am also diving back into a project with barely any buffer-time [i will be doing fonts and lettering first but that's still complex].

pieces i want to put my heart and soul into wont look like some of my best works. because its for fun, and frankly is so i can keep doing art and let some of it be for me.

idk i just dont want ppl to think im not doing my best cause i dont care. i do. im also exausted. and trying very hard not to burn out, because i cant afford to.

[what-about-yogurt-night]

Here's the most recent story I've written about a couple of my ocs, it's for a class so technically it's finished in terms of the assignment but the story isn't wrapped up cause it's supposed to be the first 10 pages of a novel so sorry in advance for the poorly written cliffhanger I ended it on💀😅😂

Divider cause it's a big chonk lol

D·I·S·C·O·V·E·R·Y

    “Man, it’s wild to think that we’ve only got a week or two left of school, right, Con?” 

    Conor looked up from the ant he had been watching crawl along the rock they were sitting on. “Only six days, yeah.” 

    Michael leaned back and looked up at the clouds gliding lazily at the summer sky. “Six days left of high school and Mrs. Henderson still hasn’t handed me back that one math homework.” 

    “You turned it in over a month late, remember?” Conor chuckled. “You got a zero on it, no question.” 

    “I did it though, shouldn’t that count for something at least?” 

    “Okay, maybe it’s worth a ten, but no more than that.” 

    Michael snorted. “Whatever, I hate math anyway.” 

    “I know you do,” Conor said as he rolled his eyes. “You still owe me five bucks for that assignment I did for you last quarter, by the way.” 

    Michael muttered something incomprehensible and pretended to look for his wallet, even though they both knew he barely ever brought it to school and half the time didn’t even know where it was at home. 

    Conor sighed after a moment. “I’ll remind you later.” Pushing himself off the rock and onto the hot sidewalk, he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “C’mon, our bus will be here any minute.” 

    As the two boys were trudging over to where the rest of the kids in their neighborhood were waiting, an odd rumbling resonated through the sky and, after a few seconds, sent vibrations strong enough for most of the students to look up in confusion. Both the vibrations and the noise stopped relatively quickly, but people were still squinting up at the clouds for several minutes afterwards. 

    “What was that?” Michael asked Conor, even though there was no way Conor could’ve known. 

    Conor searched the sky for any evidence of plane contrails or anything else that could give any sort of clue, but there was nothing. “I dunno, maybe a jet went by or something,” he suggested halfheartedly. 

    “It sounded like it was coming right for us, though,” Michael said, clearly much more shaken than Conor was. “What if we’re getting attacked? What if they’re gonna come back and, like, bomb us or something?!”

    Before Michael could start properly babbling about World War III, though, the school bus rolled into the lot and everyone started piling on. “Hey, it’s okay, it was probably nothing,” Conor assured his panicked friend. “Plus, if it really was an attack, we’d be hearing sirens all over the place, probably.” 

    This was enough for Michael to at least calm down a little, and by the time they were dropped off at their stop back home, he seemed to have completely forgotten about the whole thing. Conor had never fully been able to comprehend Michael’s short recovery time, and this instance was no exception. Despite not thinking much of the noise at first, Conor found himself wondering about what it could’ve been more and more, even though Michael had steered the conversation away from it a while back. As they split off from each other to head to their respective homes, Conor couldn’t help but wonder if whatever had made that noise was still in the area. 

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    The next day, the strange rumbling had been mostly forgotten, and the day played out normally as if nothing had happened. The lack of attention put on it nagged at the back of Conor’s head, but for the sake of keeping Michael calm, he decided that bringing it up again was probably not the best idea just yet. 

    “Y’know,” Michael grunted as he desperately tried to pull his gym bag out of his locker, “Since I’m gonna be in Spain for a good chunk of the summer, I think it would be cool if we check out a few spots in town we haven’t gone to yet before it’s too late. Any places you wanna go to?” 

    Conor snapped back to reality. “Uh, let me think…” 

    “I’ve always wanted to go to the Newbury Comics,” Michael babbled, “and that one place with the red sign on the corner of West Street always looked kinda cool.” 

    Conor couldn’t help but laugh. “You know that’s a sex shop, right?” 

    Michael’s face went red. “Okay, scratch that one, then. How about we just go to the comic book store and splurge on useless junk?”

    “That’s better,” Conor chuckled, watching as Michael finally dislodged his bag and stumbled backwards a few paces. “I guess I’ve always been kind of curious about that old golf course on the edge of town. I’m pretty sure they abandoned it after it flooded, right?” 

    “Don’t ask me, I don’t golf,” Michael told him, pulling a pair of dingy old sneakers out of his gym bag and changing into them. “But that could be cool, we could swing by there after and take a look around.” 

    Conor nodded, but then furrowed his brow after a moment. “Do you remember if there are any ‘no trespassing’ signs around it, though? I wouldn’t want us to get in trouble.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Michael told him. “If anything we might walk in on a drug deal or something but as long as we don’t talk to anyone it should be fine.”

Conor gave him a look. “You’re not helping, you know.” 

“Bro, this was your idea; if you don’t wanna go then why’d you suggest it in the first place?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to go, it’s just that I don’t want to walk in blind,” Conor insisted. “All I’ve ever known about it was what I could see from the car whenever my folks and I would drive by, after all.” 

“Fair, fair,” Michael said, shoving the gym bag back into his locker and slamming the door shut. “How about this: we swing by, and if there’s anything telling us we’re not allowed in there we turn back. How does that sound?” 

Conor nodded slowly. “Sure, we can do that. I do want to bring my camera so if we’re allowed inside I can take some pictures, if that’s alright. I feel like the place must be super overgrown by now.” 

Michael scoffed. “I don’t know how you can stand taking so many pictures of boring ol’ plants and stuff. It’s all the same: leaf, leaf, leaf, branch, leaf, leaf, flower, leaf, grass, grass, branch, leaf—” 

“At least I don’t take photos of my biceps in the mirror,” Conor retaliated. “If you don’t do any arm workouts they’re not going to get any bigger, you know.” 

Conor successfully dodged the kick Michael had aimed at his shins and stuck his tongue out at him playfully as Michael struggled to think up a rebuttal. Just then, though, a teacher walked by, so they were forced to stop scuffling lest they get in trouble. 

“I do too work my arms out,” Michael hissed, as Conor stifled a laugh. 

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    That weekend, Conor sat outside his front porch with his camera, a flip phone, his wallet, a notepad and pencil, and a flashlight—just in case—all stuffed into an old messenger bag he had found among his dad’s old stuff a couple years back. He knew that Michael would be at least a little bit late, but he still found himself worrying as he always did when things didn’t go exactly as planned. To make himself feel better, Conor rubbed the soft leather of the bag between his fingers and checked his phone to see if Michael had texted him anything. To his relief, there were several new messages: 

    car wont strt

    srry 4 w8

    luv u

    jk ur ugly

    ok headn ovr

Conor took a deep breath. At least that explained the wait. Clicking his phone closed, he found himself gazing up at the now cloudy sky, wondering if anything unusual would show itself. Whatever we had heard that day didn’t sound like it ever left, he realized after mulling over what the mysterious rumbling had sounded like. It’s almost as if whatever it was landed somewhere. Suddenly having a revelation, Conor whipped out his notepad and started sketching out a vague map of the town, with the high school at the center. He was almost certain that the sound had come from the right-front side of the school, so he marked out an area where the sound could’ve been coming from based on that. After ruling out most of the closer areas and anything far enough away that the vibrations wouldn’t have possibly been able to reach far enough, he was left with a place that gave him goosebumps: the old golf course, seemingly abandoned for years, now might not be as abandoned as they had thought. 

    Conor jumped as Michael’s car scraped into view, and began to gather up all his things so he’d be ready to go by the time Michael got to the driveway. Michael’s car was in even worse shape than when he had last seen it: the mismatched door on the front passenger’s side was starting to rust just as much as the rest of the car, and there was a new dent in the bumper that Conor didn’t remember being there for. As Michael pulled up on the side of the road, Conor thought he heard something dislodge from inside one of the wheels, and for the rest of the way the car had an unpleasant rattling noise accompanying the rest of its already pathetic noises. 

    “Get in loser, we’re going shopping!” Michael called out in a mocking tone. “Or that’s what I would say if I was a basic bit—” 

    “Shut up, if my sister hears you, you're dead meat,” Conor cut him off, scrambling into the passenger’s seat and carefully putting on his seatbelt so he’d at least have some chance of survival in the not-so-unlikely chance they got into an accident. 

    “C’mon, there’s no way she can hear us out here,” Michael scoffed. “And even if she can, she needs to know the truth.” 

    “I saw Mean Girls in the theaters and I can tell you it isn’t nearly as bad as you’re always making it out to be; it’s ten times better than the stuff you watch, anyway.” Conor lurched forward involuntarily as Michael forced the car into drive and slammed on the gas. 

    “You‘re just saying that ‘cause you’re a sissy. Only real men can handle the masterpieces that I have in my library.” 

    “Your ‘masterpieces’ are just full of gore and rubber masks and don’t have any plot whatsoever. If I wanted to experience something like that I’d just go to a Spirit Halloween.” 

    Michael rolled his eyes and then slammed on the brakes as they approached a stop sign, a couple empty Monster Energy cans getting tossed around in the back seat in the process. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on, man,” he told Conor, who, after almost chipping a tooth on the dashboard, had decided to grab onto the handle above his door and grip it so hard his knuckles turned white. 

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    As they wandered through the comic book store, Conor found himself unable to focus on anything other than the map he had drawn in his notepad. Should I tell him? He wondered. I don’t want to scare him, and I might be completely wrong about the whole thing anyway. On the other hand… Wandering away from where Michael was looking through posters—he insisted on finding a Metallica one to replace the one he had ripped last year—Conor floated towards a display sporting pins from various franchises and began to absentmindedly shift through them. Among the superheroes, band logos, movie quotes, and anime characters, he eventually came across one that caught his eye. It showed a classic flying saucer with a little green alien piloting it, and the words “FAR OUT!” were scrawled along the bottom in bubble letters reminiscent of the 70s. Something about the way the alien looked at him through the glass of its little spaceship made his stomach feel odd, but he couldn’t bring himself to put it back. 

    “Found anything cool?” Michael asked, suddenly appearing behind Conor and making him jump. “I couldn’t find the poster I wanted but I did pick up this cool Iron Maiden one,” he told Conor proudly, waving the tube in his face. “Ooh, you gonna get that pin?” he added, poking Conor’s hand with the poster. 

    “I was thinking about it,” Conor told him, instinctively closing his fist around the pin so Michael couldn’t see. The weird feeling in his stomach turned sour as he was reminded just how soon they were probably going to be heading to the golf course, but he knew that stalling wouldn’t accomplish anything. “You ready to go?” 

    “Yeah, I was thinking about picking up a t-shirt too but they didn’t have my size in the designs I liked. Downsides of being absolutely shredded.” Michael proceeded to mime lifting a barbell using the poster as a stand-in, attempting to show off his not-very-impressive muscles. Conor promptly took the poster away from him and brought it to the checkout, and offered to pay as Michael protested from behind him. 

    “Geez, what’s the big idea?” Michael whined. “You never have any respect for these guns—” 

    “Do you want to pay or what?” 

    “Ew, no, you do it.” 

    Conor sighed and gave the cashier his credit card. It wasn’t like Michael would’ve had his wallet with him, anyway. After grabbing the receipt and the now-bagged merchandise, Conor let Michael drag him back outside to the parking lot where the car was sitting solemnly in its own decay, and they both sat down in their respective seats. 

    “Hey, uh, before we head to the golf course, I think you should take a look at something,” Conor finally mustered up the courage to say. He couldn’t quite figure out why he felt so nervous. 

    Michael adjusted the mirror and glanced quickly at his friend. “What, did you find something saying it’s private property or something?” 

    “Not really.” Conor pulled his notepad out of his messenger bag and opened it to the map he had drawn. “I was just… thinking about the noise we heard, and I think that whatever was making that noise might have landed somewhere in the golf course.” He quickly explained what each thing in his drawing represented, and watched as Michael’s eyes widened. 

    “Yo, you think it’s even safe to go in there?” Michael whispered once Conor had finished. “Who knows what could’ve landed there? A bomb? An enemy plane??” 

    “I don’t know,” Conor told him, “but whatever we do, I at least think I should go in and take a look. I could even get some photos if I find anything.” 

    Michael sat in thought for a few moments, and then sat up a bit straighter so he could look Conor in the eyes. “I don’t want you going in alone, Con, you should have someone watching your back. And when I say ‘someone’ I mean me.” 

    Conor let himself deflate a bit. “Okay, as long as you don’t do anything stupid.” 

    “Me, stupid?! Bro, ‘stupid’ isn’t even in my vocabulary.” Michael crossed his arms defiantly, accidentally honking the horn in the process and sending a flock of birds into a frenzy outside. 

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    “Don’t see any ‘no trespassing signs’ yet, I think we should be good,” Michael commented as the two boys rattled up to the golf course’s parking lot. Lurching to a stop, they scrambled out of the car and went over the plan. 

    “Okay, remember, you take the flashlight, and I’ll hold the camera. If anyone jumps out at us, use the light to slug them in the face, got that?” Conor told Michael, rummaging through his bag and taking out the items mentioned. 

Michael took the flashlight from him, tossing it lightly to himself to get used to the weight. “Tell me again why your on-the-go flashlight is big enough to have its own postal code?” 

“It’s the only one I have,” Conor insisted, hanging his camera on his wrist by the wrist strap so he could put his bag back on. “Besides, wouldn’t you rather have that than a dinky old thing that dies after ten minutes?” 

“I guess so,” Michael muttered. “It’s not even dark out yet, though, so the battery life wouldn’t really matter, right?” 

“I don’t know how big the course is, for all I know we could be out here all night.” 

Michael looked down at the flashlight and made a noise. “We better not get jumped by some wacko after dark, I can barely tell if someone’s coming after me even in broad daylight.” 

“Well then, let’s just hope that we don’t bump into anyone who wants to hurt us,” Conor said. 

At that, they began their trek out into the unknown. 

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END

Spoiler alert cause I'll prolly never finish the story lol: they find an alien spaceship in the golf course😳 then they help save the alien from getting probed by humans or something idk (the alien's supposed to be Silvin who's one of my other main ocs)

[oodlezsinbin]

For the mermay post what about and electric eel boy, i imagine something akin to lamias and with big spiky hair cos of the shocks

I love that hell yeah

[wreckedhoney]

:)

[grayintogreen]

It’s going to be hard because while Chapter Nineteen feels like it’s going to be average length, I know Chapter Twenty is gonna be a chonk because it’s the end of the arc and therefore might take two weeks to finish at the pace I’ve been working to avoid burnout.

Can you fucking believe I’m almost at the halfway point already???

With any luck , I will be able to post Chapter Seventeen on Friday or Saturday and I will resume my habit of only posting when I FINISH two chapters, whether it’s one week or two, so let’s see if I can stick to that this time.

[yakumtsaki]

-GODDAMMIT VALENTINA JUST ROLL OVER, IT’S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE 

What’s up Soph.

-My marriage is in shambles, I’ve been neglecting Sophito, and for what!!

To complete your LTW and achieve eternal happiness! And the marriage thing is 1000% dumbass Shajar’s fault.

-I don’t care! I can’t take this constant pet training anymore, I’m done!!!

Oh come on we’re so close, Ferra topped her career..

-I pay for your salary, Kaylynn. I own you.

..so only 1 more to go between Torr and Val, and you’re not even at the half of your lifebar, I mean this is a new record!

-Ugh, I guess..

I’m telling you, this is gonna be your week, NOTHING is gonna get you down. In fact, I dare the universe-

-MAXX NOOOOOO😭😭😭

-See you in Hell, Ferra. -Fuck you, Maxx, I should have killed you when I had the chance.

RIP Maxx💔 Our first dog ever, we only got him to cheer up knocked up Wyatt after Jojo’s affair with Max Flexor, and he ended up beating up the cats so viciously that I just had to start a dog legacy with him and continue those chad aggro genes. You will be sorely missed.

-Not by me, I’m so happy he croaked my bowels finally unblocked!

YA OK TORR, PLEASE, let’s observe some common decencies for once. The only reason you cats hated Maxx is that you’re all FLOPS and he won every single fight. Long gone are the days where our cats literally beat up the wolf!

It’s a peaceful night as Abbey is finally returned to us (after running away due to losing a fight to her own daughter LOL) I see you stunk up that police car real good..

-Fuck the police, comin’ straight from the underground🎵

..and Sophito adorably does that autonomous ‘follow’ interaction to Sophie and waits for her to wake up, AWWW

Look at them with their matching fortune pjs I can’t💛

-Who’s my little lion cub? Who is? Who’s gonna grow up and be at the top of the food chain where he belongs, stepping on the corpses of his vanquished enemies??

Oh God.

OH GOD I FORGOT THE FUCKING BIRTHDAYS AGAIN

-I grew up amazingly! 

You look amazing too, I’m legit getting emo over how much you look like kid Jojo with Wyatt’s nose AND with Komei’s recessive eye color?? What kind of stunning genetic success-

-followed by a stunning genetic failure as Sugar grows up by the pet beds (where he was sleeping) and it becomes clear I FUCKED UP fixing Don’s stupid broken face template and Sugar has the second template features that are gonna explode in adulthood. 

-Is that bad? :D

YES SUGAR, IT IS. I’m gonna have to go through so much bs to fix you and I’m scared of doing it wrongly (AGAIN) and fucking up the household. Ugh, just don’t even, avert your face 2 mug from me.

-Well Wyatt, my Sophito has only been a child for 8 minutes, but I can already tell he’s gonna graduate college with highest honors! -Mais Sophié, quelle if il tâkes àftér Shajaré? -HE WON’T. DON’T EVEN SAY THAT

Abbey remains soundly asleep while her carpool honks its heart out, man I love this chonk.

So the boyos weren’t at all close during toddlerhood but it seems they’re getting along as kids, cute!

We discover that Sugar’s one true hobby is SPORTS which. LMAO with this attire, and Sophito’s of course is science and he earned 8 LOGIC POINTS from the toddler shape toy, absolute brainchad..

.so it makes sense that he very diligently leaves for the first day of school. Where was Sugar, you ask??

Well apparently he decided to opt out of this experience.

-Oh man, after spending 6 years in a crib I really needed that nap!

We are so goddamn close to finishing Sophie’s LTW, I legit cannot believe it, I mean obv we had unreal good luck with the chance cards too but man, Sophie is the best! Hope nothing else happens to bum her out!

Aw look who kissed and made up, aging diva D’vorah and her boy-toy (tomcat toy?) Alcibiades! Are you guys playing?

-Take care of our children, Alc! -I will D’vorah, or may my back never arch again!

Uh what’s going on??

NO GODDAMMIT. D’VORAH

-See you stupid motherfuckers never! 

MY BABY😭😭😭

-Man you guys have a lot of pet graves, don’t you get depressed with so many pet deaths?

YES WE DO, JJ, STFU. RIP D’vorah, you will always be remembered as a stone-cold bitch who so consistently refused to procreate that it earned her a theme song, and for cursing us with your cowardly genes💔

Sophie has largely grown out of her townie teen bully persona and never does mean shit autonomously these days, but the pet deaths have really hit her hard which is unfortunate.. for this townie Shajar brought home from work. 

-YOU WALK INTO MY HOUSE WITH MY HAIRSTYLE WHILE I’M GRIEVING FOR MY PETS??  -Uh, I was invited here? -Oh you were INVITED, were you? By whom?? My WIFE??? Now that she’s mayor of some empty shithole she thinks she can trade me in for a younger model???? IS THAT WHAT SHE THINKS?!?!?! -What the fuck are you talking about?? -Does she think I won’t MURDER WHATEVER SOPHIE-MIGUEL-KNOCK-OFF SHE BRINGS OVER?!?!?!?  

Oh brother, ok Soph, why don’t we back away, take a nice bubble bath, maybe a nap?

-NO.

-MY EYE WHAT THE FUCK -Not so pretty without your eyeball, are you? HAHA -CRAZY BITCH, I’M SUING YOU -Good luck with that, my wife’s the mayor! HAHAHA

-Mom, mom, I got an A+ on my second day of school ever! -Not now, Sophito, mommy’s pondering the ephemerality of pet life. -Why are you smiling all creepy like that? -I’m smiling? I don’t know, my face’s been glitched since yesterday. 

-Nothing a good robot electroshock won’t fix! Go, iVan, go, unlike Cyneswith this one’s not getting any younger!

JOJO NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO TEST OUT YOUR INSANE THEORIES. FUCK OFF

-It’s not a theory, it’s a fact! Servobot electroshocking forces one to reach their full potential!!

I WILL KILL YOU

NEVERMIND. SOPHIE WHAT THE FUCK, WE DID IT!!! I can’t believe I joked that you would get 6 pets on top of their careers before Don topped his and it actually happened LMAO

-Finally, I can sleep.

You earned it, baby!

-And tomorrow, I will gouge out that townie slut’s other eye. 

Let’s talk more about it after you’ve rested. 

[elizabethplaid]

daily notes, dec 10, 2022

Damnit, I had something I specifically wanted to mention, and now I’ve forgotten it.

Library was quiet today. Library-lady-J had a tough time crocheting with a very plush yarn and gave up. I crocheted with the same yarn, and it’s hell trying to find the stitches. So I got to keep this huge chonk of yarn. Gonna make a kitty-sized blanket.

I finished my copy of what we’re making, but I need to sew on the ears: Amigurumi mouse toy from LBY. Oh shit, now I remember what I wanted to say!

Someone needs to talk me into buying a sweater knitting kit from Lion Brand. I keep eyeing this one sweater, but it’s like $85 for all the yarn. Wait, it’s down to like $70ish, because some of the colors are out-of-stock. Well, I happen to have 2 unused skeins of the stuff (plus some partial ones), so... oh dear, this might be affordable. AND there’s a sale? Oh dear oh dear.

The only obstacle is that I’ve never knit a human-sized sweater before. Will I finish it? Idk, but I’m excited to try.

Edit: The $85ish sweater I had in mind was the Folklore sweater with “Hue + Me” yarn, not the Whim Wood sweater with “Heartland”. Whoops.

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

@lavstar i was so incredibly stupid and i deleted your ask while i was drafting it… i swear i didn’t forget to do it 😭 anyway i’ve FINALLY finished it so let’s jump into the compilation of the most planes i have ever brainrot ❤️ because no ❤️ you cannot expect me to pick one ❤️ it is impossible ❤️

two airbus A320s taking off from parallel runways, five nautical miles apart ‘cause they’re not gay!

btw i genuinely do not care about military aircraft (never have, prob never will) so these are all to do with civil aviation. also huge disclaimer i did all the commentary off the top of my head (i did have to wikipedia some of the stats im not martin fucking crieff) so if i mess up a term or something that’s on me

of course no post about my favorite planes cannot leave out the OG. my first love, the most plane i have ever ridden; the one, the only, the increasingly irrelevant due to industry shifts, the beloved Airbus A380.

(L) just look at this big beautiful girl! + (R) a view of i believe scotland? as approached from the north

i don’t know why i love this plane so much, because lots of other people certainly don’t for a lot of reasons. her size makes her the main character out of necessity at every airport she comes across, and she’s an inconvenience for air traffic controllers for that reason. her origin story is [twitter stan account voice] a bit problematic. given changes in industry trends, she is also quickly becoming irrelevant. airbus my beloved please just admit that the four engines thing was nostalgia and go. she’s a marvel of engineering sure, but when all is said and done…the B747 came, she served cunt, and then she got phased out. the A380 was made with the intention of doing the same…unfortunately, she didn’t really complete the second step.

wait holy shit. i know why i love this plane so much. it’s because this plane…is me ❤️

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and now for thee og in terms of famous big-ass planes that everyone loves: the B747. everyone loves the 747. even if they say they’re not into planes, they are. for me, not gonna lie: a very big reason for why i love the Queen of the Skies so much is mark vanhoenacker’s book, skyfaring. he flew the 747 for bri’ish airways (when they still had them) and loved that plane so much and man who am i to blame him.

(L) i think i teared up when i saw her through the big windows for the first time bc i was like oh my god. i am going to be on her. this icon of aviation, the arguable symbol of commercial aviation. so much history, so much significance… + (R) the past, the present, and the future of british airways in one image 🥺

i was on a 747 twice in my life. once on a cathay pacific flight to the philippines, and on my last flight abroad, on a british airways flight to heathrow. little did i know i was flying one of the last of their 747 flights—they phased them out completely the following year, a bit earlier than anticipated due to the pandemic.

as enzo ferrari once probably said, “ask a child to draw a plane, and certainly he will put a hump and four engines on it.” in terms of sheer iconic power and energy, the Queen (and she is the only earthly being to whom I shall ever refer as such) would far and away be the top on anyone’s list, save for the fact that i don’t have a top to this list and i have other planes to get to dear god this is getting long do you know what you’ve got yourself into!! the Queen really said “flight belongs to the people now” and the airlines just had to shut up and listen!! she is truly the main character!!!

genuinely don’t remember what river this is except that it’s in the UK… 🙈

i feel like everything else i say about her is just going to be a pale imitation of how evocative skyfaring was, so honestly i really recommend the book it’s so good and it’s one of my favorites. my copy is sort of falling apart now bc i kept bringing it around to places 😭 anyway, the number of airlines using her for passengers is decreasing, but you know who still use converted versions of her as well as purpose-built models? cargo airlines! anyway, ups and their brown planes my beloved 🤎

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this slot was going to go to the B767 and 757, and i was going to rhapsodize about how aesthetically the 767 looks like a nicer plane to me because of Chonk, but the 757 is really endearing because it’s a narrowbody jet and it’s got landing gear that is long in a useful but unusual-looking way, which in essence what i’m trying to say is that if the 757 were a person, it would be esteban ocon.

so i was getting ready to write all of this down in much more words than i needed, but i remembered suddenly the very reason i was making this post in the first place. and that, my friends, is the B777.

honestly you don’t fully understand how big the 777 is until you see it in person. because we are all acclimated to think of like the 747 when we think of ‘big plane.’ but the 777 is massive. even i forgot about it when i wrote That Fanfic.

the 777 and 787 are the future of long-haul commercial aviation (and i say this as an A380 stannie). widebody jets with 2 big-ass engines are most likely what we’re going to see in the sky going forward when it comes to long-distance travel, and the pandemic pretty much confirmed that.

that aside, i love the 777. so much that i wrote a whole fanfic around one making an emergency landing ❤️ i really pretended ETOPS (the thing where a plane can fly for a long time on one engine) did not exist for six chapters and an alternate ending and i think that’s just very quirky of me aha 🤪

dear god do not mind my hat i literally bought it because of fred fucking thursday of endeavour… what the FUCK was teenage me on 😭

the 777 was supposed to be a trijet (one with three engines, two under each wing and one built into the vertical stabilizer) but as the mcdonnell douglas and lockheed martin trijets (cba to look up the numbers) were not projected to continue to be successful, they got rid of the trijet 777 idea and instead made it have two engines. another thing i think is neat is that all the examples of the 777 that you will see in the wild right now don’t have winglets bc the wings themselves are so long and raked back that they’re not necessary. which would be a weird thing for me in particular to find neat, because if you know me well you know i have a thing for winglets. (the 2022 f1 car’s front wing my BELOVED WAKSKDKSJSJ!!!!!) i also think the way the wingtip lights are incorporated into the wings are so neat. the upgraded version they’re trying to make now, the 777X, will have foldy wingtips so you can DIY your own winglets and i think that’s hilarious (and also cool).

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genuinely i think i’m the only plane person that likes this last aircraft: the Embraer ERJ-175. i like her for purely nostalgic reasons. she reminds me of how i returned to my roots and decided to pursue engineering.

so okay this is going to have nothing to do with the plane, but i was lucky enough to be given a visit to the flightdeck after landing back home from a weekend trip. i was so excited to be allowed to sit in the first officer’s seat, and got to poke around the flightdeck for like ten minutes. which was cool, but all this was with the sinking realization that even operating a regional jet might be too physically demanding (read: unsafe) for someone of my… [exhales knowing EXACTLY what i’m about to walk into] height.

that is one fully glass cockpit. also those yokes are specific to embraer, boeing’s look more like f1 steering wheels with stuff cut out of them i think, and airbus’s are operated by side stick. it’s almost funny especially when watching flightdeck videos of the a380 cause it’s like… you’re doing All That *gestures vaguely at plane* with THAT *gestures at thing that looks like a chicken drumstick with semiconductors implanted in it*

so that was piloting as a career done with for me (much to my family’s relief.) and then i thought “hm i don’t have to be flying planes all the time to be working around them…why don’t i work on developing them instead?” and i was passively interested in matsci already, so that’s how and when i decided to pursue engineering, with hopes of working for airbus or boeing and in civil aviation.

we’ll see how that pans out, i say as i side-eye the exponential growth of my interest in motorsport.

thanks for the ask! i’m so sorry i was stupid and deleted it but i hope you like this very long, drawn out, and frankly deranged response 💚

[theramseyloft]

4/22/21 Loft Notes

Good news!

Meds arrived today.

By the look of Angel's paper, he definitely got his appetite back.

They got here fast enough that I may just be able to restart the combination Ronidazole and Secnidazole without the Metronidazole...

Bluh. No. I don't want to start and then stop a regimen.  I'll finish both out.

We are on day 2 of Metronidazole. Day 1 of the Ron-Sec combo

Leela is in as good appetite as Vito and Liang.

Angel is doing more pacing.

Spending less time hunched and fluffed.

VERY interested in food!

He's particularly keen on millet, safflower, and mung beans; all high fat/protein content seeds that go down pretty easily.

Leela may still have another egg in her.

Though she may not lay it until tomorrow.

Tandy laid a new egg last night.

My phone just died before I could record it.

Hoping for sexing results for the TM and WS babies today.

Angel is still doing a lot of throat preening, but he's also molting in his big boy feathers.

Birds medicated and fed.

Satin tread Chiffon.

Couture is very busy with important grazing.

Hoss got in my lap and played with my skirt.

There was, briefly, an Alex on my knee!

Got pictures of everyone.

Suki and Wukong are very funny.

Both have crammed into their tiny nest box to feed their chonk-tastic peep at the same time.

Ginger and Danica's peeps are so tiny!

They're full and growing.

Just very small.

Rogue likes to play gently with my fingertip, apparently, but that is absolutely NOT an invitation to pet her at this point. XD

God. Dammit. Cherub!

Tandy thought he was changing guard with her.

He was not.

She got down and went to eat.

He hopped onto the lip of the box like he was gonna go sit, and then changed his mind and followed her down to dance.

Just had several minutes of quiet Blue time.

He nibbled millet out of my hand and didn't particularly want down once he realized I was blocking the older birds from getting to him.

WS3-1 may not be Wukong's peep...

Chinese Owls may be shown in literally everything except tail mark.

Might be Farthing's.

Beak being so wide is odd if it is, but he and Suki are full siblings and they have COF and Giant Homer grandparents.

Oops!

Misread the Chinese Owl show standard.

"A.O.C. (Any Other Color): This class to include color and/or patterns not provided for in the official color standard. AOC could, at present, include such colors/patterns as laced, reduced, opals, toy stencil, bronzes, baldhead, tearless, magpie, any indigos except blue heterozygous, tailmarks, etc. When five or more good quality (in the opinion of the judge) AOCs of a single color/pattern are shown, they shall become a judging class with no separation of sexes or ages."

I may hang onto this one to see how they develop.

Got the DNA results back...  

TM5-2: Test again WS3-1: N/A

Maniacal dove laughter

Gender is not applicable to Wess.

Both shells had been discarded by the parents.

They got contaminated by poop and sand.

Not to self, blood test when that happens.

Oh, sweet!

"Hi Danielle, Thanks for ordering with us! We would like to let you know that TM5-2 egg we received was still wet and had grown mold. For the next time, we recommend that you let them air dry for at least 24h before putting them in a plastic bag, because mold and other bacteria destroy any present DNA, thus making the gender test ineffective. Please, send us a new sample of the bird again, and we will perform the tests at no extra cost. As a courtesy, we give you the option to send new samples for the specific birds on this order to run the test for a second time. This option is not a credit to apply to new samples for different birds. For new samples, you would need to create a new order and pay separately."

Welp, I'm getting those ready.

Patron: "what are you going to be using?"

Blood.

Patron: "Just curious, why blood and not feathers?"

You have to pull them.

It hurts, and they don't give enough blood.

Got Mystery done.

Got Wess done.