#queries

[clunkyrobogirl2000]

How to casually tell mutuals I desperately want to suck them off/eat them out?

[adastra-sf]

Bad news for those querying agents: "AI" is ruining this, too

Sending your book manuscript off to agents in hopes of selling it? Be aware that at least some of them have taken the lazy route and are now using "artificial intelligence" to process submissions, thereby wrecking the author/ agent process.

If an agent doesn't read your manuscript themselves, don't trust them to be able to sell it to a publisher, either. Any agents doing this have made themselves irrelevant and unnecessary, and aren't worth paying agenting fees, as they only slow submission to publishers.

[lokavisi]

Does anyone have any UPG around Máni? I keep feeling pulls there, and there's really nothing in the lore about him (or Sunna/Sól, for that matter). I was curious if anyone included him as a more central piece of their practice.

[2demon2slayer]

if you want art suggestions i give you !!! inotan being silly goofy. or the kizuki as demon slayers!!

sillies for you

[yuriartillery]

Do you have any favourite artillery pieces in particular? Or is it just too hard to pick?

I absolutely have favourites, although they're probably not too surprising ehe. For howitzers it's the 203 mm howitzer 1931 (given the extremely charming nickname of "Stalin's Sledgehammer" by those it crushed)

(images sourced from wikipedia)

It's huge, long range (max range of 18 km!!!!!), extremely destructive, and most importantly; fucking Good at being artillery. A lot of the really big howitzers from the Great Patriotic war are big and stupid and end up being useless, but this one was effective and well-regarded by pretty much everyone.

With mortars it's a little trickier for me to pick a favourite. In terms of mortars that are Bad I really like the Soviet's spade mortar, which is just a spade modified so the shaft is a mortar barrel and the spade itself can serve as a baseplate. Bad idea, extremely charming.

[yr-obedt-cicero]

Hi! I heard from an online friend that Hamilton was a terrible artist. Is this true, and is there any evidence that shows as such.

XX Bizzkit

I'll let you be the judge of that. This is what is presumably a self-portrait drawn by then Captain Hamilton in his military pay book in 1776.

Alexander Hamilton Papers: Miscellany, 1711-1820; Military papers; By period; American Revolution, 1775-1783; New York Artillery Company pay book, includes notes by Hamilton on a variety of subjects, 1776, Aug.-1777, May

It's okay, you can be honest.

It is also debatable wether this powder horn is truly his, but the unicorn certainly isn't helping his case.

[ultimate-black-cannon]

^^ SO, YOU ARE THE ONE THEY CALL… CANNON. ^^

@therobotisspeaking

I take it you have heard of me? How quaint. Tell me, what do you know?

[muppet-meddler]

Thoughts on horses?

While I Do Not Harbor Any Trauma Based Hatred For Horses, I Do Believe That They Are In Essence An Evolutionary Mistake.

I Mean Really. They Have Long, Spindly And Frankly Quite Breakable Legs, But Are Rendered So Useless When Broken That Death Is A Mercy To Avoid A Life Of Horrendous Pain? And Yet They Rely So Deeply On Their Ability To Run?

They Truly Are An Affront To All Things Logical.

Also, I Have Never Cared For Equius.

[soulchronicity]

For the cj haunted au, what is the most annoying time Soul has turned on the lights for Juno and Jupiter

{For Jupiter, it would be when hes asleep. Hes a light sleeper, so a light turning on would immediately wake him up. He barely gets enough sleep as is, so its annoying for the few times he finally does manage to get rest and its a peaceful rest, hes woken up by Soul turning on the light}

{For Juno, its when theyve adjusted to things being darker. A sudden bright light hurts a lot. Aside from that they dont really mind the lights being turned on, it honestly makes it easier for them}

[murcielagatito]

Your art!!!! I love it!!!! Oh my god!!

Also every avanine thought you post involves big brain activity, I love reading what you have to say about them

TYYYYYYYYY <3<3<3<3<3

[mostlyyourlysander]

Pardon me, good sir… *taps sleeve*

???

*turns to them* Yes? What might it be?

[unfxllenone]

[LANTERNS] - HE SHOULDN'T BE HERE, shouldn't be interfering with her journey, and yet Kong remains, covered by a dusty travelling cloak as he presses through the crowds to the golden hair dancing lightly on the winds like waves. It's amusing to him in a way, the sense of Deja Vu that befalls him, like he's done this time and time again in the past, and yet he knows he has not.

Still, it's eager, shaking, hands that lift the lantern to her, golden eyes that shine from beneath the hood as wordlessly the lantern is held to her in a pale mimicry of the way others hold their lantern to those they care more about. He wants to speak that terrible phrase, the words that would doom his mission to fail, and yet he can't, continuing to pose merely as a nameless, voiceless traveller until eyes are following the lanterns to the darkened skies above.

His voice is like a whisper on the wind as the crowds begin to close in around them, allowing himself to be enveloped by the awestruck peoples so that he may once more disappear into the seas before she can chase after him.

"Happy Lantern Rite... Ying"

After all the excitement of this Rite, she's eager to simply sit and enjoy the grand crescendo of it all -- the tidal wave of lanterns due to be released to the sky. Family and friends gather around her, pressing close as the crowd continues to build, and all have the delight of that warm golden glow painted on their skin as the lanterns are lit in preparation for their release.

She enjoys her role as an observer -- understands it well -- and in moments like this, she cherishes it even for as bittersweet as it is.

She she barely notices as that stranger that strides up to her, gliding through the crowd like a ghost. There's a lantern pressed into her welcoming hands, too, making her a part of this festivity, and before she can ask why, she sees who.

" Kong-- " The breathless whisper barely escapes before he does, disappearing into the crowd as though he was never there at all.

A dumbfounded moment later, and she's shoving through the clumps of bodies with desperate fervor; the lanterns break skyward, and she stumbles, clumsy, like the flightless bird she's been forced to become. She reaches forwards and fails to grasp, like their separation centuries ago. She wishes the memories she forms with him on this world would stop their near-rhythmic predictability of just can't, just missed, just beyond her, but she will not be lucky enough to break that tune tonight.

Her footfalls come to a halt at the outside of the cluster, gaze casting left and right as though she might be able to continue her pursuit, but it's pointless. He is gone. Kong is far brighter than any lantern could ever be, far more akin to the sun in the sky, and yet he evanesces with the ease of a candle snuffed. How? How?

She can't help but to be angry at him for that. To come here, to see her, and yet to remain so out of reach -- she couldn't even get a word in. Her older brother is a fool and an idiot, and, tonight, again, he'll make her cry.

... he's alive, though. Well enough to come see her, albeit briefly, and she can't help but be a little relieved at that whispered turn of her name from a familiar voice. Even if she'd barely glimpsed his face, his expression, for her, has always been so obvious -- she'd gathered much from it in that cursory sweep. Her older brother is a fool and an idiot, and he misses her terribly, as much as she misses him.

Her hand covers her heart where it beats achingly in her chest, and she releases a sigh tinged with melancholy.

The anger disippates quickly as it appeared, and all that is left is the prickling warmth from the one she cherishes so dearly. Even if it takes another hundred years, she'll keep her promise. She'll keep chasing. Again and again and again, until they're reunited like they should be.

Her voice is quiet in return, weary but sincere, like laying an oath to rest.

"Happy Lantern Rite.. Kong."

[inkbeanjo]

It had been a minute since I checked back on Automisia & I was super excited to see new pages! I freakin' love this thing you're making. You're such an inspiration for my game of The Sprawl.

Just wanted you to know that your work freakin' kicks, chummer. Can't get enough.

I'm also a sucker for (n)WoD & I'm loving what I've seen of your Changeling stuff. I'm a Mage guy myself but I love WoD art regardless of splat.

Hope you're doing okay

i'm glad you've been enjoying it, i work hard ;;b

we're close to the end of chapter 4 plus attached materials, and after chapter 5's been fully drawn/the resulting work hiatus, we'll be back into it- i know i've been quiet here, repeat shadowbans aren't fun or kind and outside that i've been trying to manage tenuously middling mental health ,~,;

while ive been drawing a lot of CtL, ive quickly become a very big fan of Ascension as another top contender/game I super wanna play- i only have a few arts of that however, mostly revolving around a moni AU where the Arcane background is actively an existential detriment to her, to the point that it caused her awakening and fuels her seekings by way of "if everything is connected to everything, where do i fit into existence- do i fit into existence?"

[curvy-bot-128]

I've seen how you feel about humans, small bots, and tiny bots, but how about bots that are bigger than you?

Building sized robots, bots that are buildings (supercomputers, factories, laboratories...), hive bots (as in, has a bunch of smaller bodies but are all one bot), those types.

*heavy static* W-well, the, umm... The thing a-about big r-robots... Um...

[ERROR: AROUSAL OVERLOAD. FORCING SHUTDOWN TO PREVENT DATA CORRUPTION.]

[2demon2slayer]

The mental image of one of the Hashira (probably Tanjiro, that seems very in-character for him) giving an anti-bullying lecture to a handful of teenagers (who might not even be listening) is sending me

believe it or not, the anti-bullying seminar was actually one of the first things i wrote when i made the sun hashira's tsuguko au. so in honor of this ask, here's the scene i had in mind, in like . just dialogue format. in all of its dubiously canon glory

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sanemi: does anyone know why the hell we're here

obanai: i think if we knew, you wouldn't have to ask

mitsuri: oh! what if it's a surprise? wouldn't that be fun!!

kanae: it probably has something to do with the fact that we're all training under a hashira

kagaya: wait but i'm here too

sanemi: holy shit oh my god when did you get here

kagaya: i've been here the whole time???

kyoujurou: he has, in fact, been here the whole time!

kanae: well, ubuyashiki-kun is kind of training under a hashira, even if he isn't technically a demon slayer

kagaya: yet

shinobu: wait, what about tomioka

obanai: ugh, what about tomioka

kyoujurou: she does have a point! he is kamado-san’s tsuguko! if this were a meeting for those training under the hashira, he would most certainly be a part of it!

sanemi: maybe they forgot about him lol

obanai: (snort)

mitsuri: don't be mean!!!

kaigaku: ugh, can you guys just shut up already??? they'll just tell us what this meeting is about when they get here

tengen: who do you think ‘they’ is?

kanae: one of the hashira?

shinobu: well if it's not any of our teachers, it would have to be kamado-san or tokitou-san

kagaya: it could be my father

kaigaku: what would oyakata-sama want with a bunch of snot-nosed brats like us?

tengen: at least he included himself in the count…

kiriya: hello, my children

everyone: oyakata-sama!!!

tanjirou: i'm here, too!

everyone: kamado-san!!!

kiriya: i've gathered you all here today because of some concerning rumors about our youngest members of the corps that tanjirou brought to my attention

kaigaku: (oh shit)

obanai: (shut up!)

kiriya: tanjirou?

tanjirou: so, basically, this is a seminar on bullying

tengen: oh my god

shinobu: (uzui shut up!!!)

tengen: is the reason tomioka’s not here because we were bullying him

tanjirou: so you admit to it

sanemi: oh my god???

kiriya: bullying is a serious topic that shouldn't be taken lightly

shinobu: with all due respect, oyakata-sama, kamado-san, we aren't doing much more to him than playful insults. i'm not sure why you’d think we were bullying him-

tanjirou: okay i'm cutting to the chase

tanjirou: giyuu and i had a conversation the other night that implied that at least one, but likely several of his peers were saying either to his face or behind his back that he wasn't worthy of being my tsuguko

tanjirou: and if that came from one of you, then i am breaking somebody’s legs

obanai:

obanai: oh shit