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[boostoverheavensgate]

girl out boys van days ( also on twitter :P )

[username8746489]

Custom doll I made for a Ladybug!Nathaniel AU we have in the Nathmarc Multiverse Server! If you join, you can make your own pose requests!!

Design is a slightly modified version of the one by @mexicancat-girl which you can find here

(Late) Halloween Photoshoot too

Please appreciate the effort I put into making a lucky charm axe

[yanderespamton78]

Edit since a lot of people seem confused - your "real" name is the name that you want to be referred to in real life. It doesn't have to be your legal name. So if you're trans and you have a different name to whats on your birth certificate, even if not many people call you by the name, it still counts as your real name.

Edit 2 : Holy shit guys please stop reblogging this post my poor inbox im getting like 20 notifs an hour asjfhkajshdkh /lh /srs

[mx-nada]

me and my laptop

[fawnim]

Help me buy a new graphic tablet so I can continue making art and taking commissions! 🥹

My current tablet (XP-PEN Star G690) has been with me since I started digital art on June 2020, and its wire has been fraying for a while. I've been wrapping it with electrical tape for months now but it keeps getting worse no matter what I do.

I worry that soon it will give up on me and I will have to pause commissions indefinitely — which is my biggest concern. Currently, I am taking art commissions so that me and my mom could divide with paying the bills. Pausing commissions for a long while until I can get a new one is really not the best thing in our situation rn, and I might just need to stop making art 'till then :c

It would help me and my family so much if I could get a replacement. You can help and donate to me over on kofi. Thank you so much for your kindness. 🥹💗

decided to make a new/separate post because it got cut off from my reblog

[datamined]

Not sure where to ask this, so im posting here as well as some forums BUT:

Basically I really love using Figma for making interactive menus. I have used Figma for mocking up websites and mobile apps before at my job, and in my odd time I’ve taken to using figma to prototype and make sketches of things like UI and flowcharts for the game my friends and I are developing. And even more recently I prototyped a fully custom, nice-looking, interactive character sheet for my character in the current campaign im playing.

Now, It’s got me thinking: I would really, really love to build custom character sheets for people as a side job as its something i genuinely enjoy doing. But the problem is, figma will not exist forever and I have foreseen that it might be a pain to build someone a prototype and I am the sole person to make updates whenever their character levels, they get new gear etc and I don’t really like the idea of forcing people to make an account for a tool they wont want to learn or use outside of the prototype i send them. Additionally, Figma prototype is ultimately not ideal for more distinguished and specific character sheets as I’d like for it to be.

For example, I would love to make buttons that a user can tap to mark how many death saves they have succeeded or failed, I want the user to be able to mark for inspiration and conditions, etc. I know I could possibly feasibly make it work all inside one scrollable frame, but the way I prefer to set up the character sheets requires navigating to different frames with buttons.

What other good alternatives are there? I like to make these character sheets for mobile use (phones and tablets) so should I jump to app development? I don’t mind learning new or more complicated softwares, just as long as the software is free, there’s a free trial long enough for me to learn the gist of the software, a single larger purchase for a license for a good amount of features, or the cost for subscription is low. Is Godot a good software to use for this? My team is learning godot anyway for our game as we were discouraged from Unreal Engine.

[bunubunss]

snow white ₍ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧

[the-king-of-lemons]

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[swoomoo]

What's the fetish called when you want someone to hit you in the head with a hammer?

[gluustix]

its been like 3 million years since ive posted art 2 a tumblr acc and i dont think ive ever done it via mobile so excuse my probably awful formatting but everyoen look at my favourite guy right now. ive been weird about him for like 4 straight years as a result of his complete and utter silliness but i got like REALLY insane about him a while back n now hes an important facet of my partner and i's rlly fucking weird and convoluted bfdi/ii lore au that would make zero sense to anyone but us two so ive only gotten weirder.

[meteorea]

promises to keep . ( a drabble written from cloud's point of view , mirroring tifa's experience on the night of their promise on the water tower as written in traces of two pasts ) .

Despite  long  days  and  nights  ,  the  years  seem  to  have  grown  shorter  and  shorter  ,  each  one  another  closer  to  life’s  real  beginnings  .  An  idea  that  makes  him  nervous  ,  more  nervous  than  most  people  ,  he  thinks  .  Probably  because  he  has  less  “people  experience”  than  most  people  .  Still  ,  at  this  point  ,  nothing’s  gonna  keep  him  in  this  town  .  He  cares  about  his  mom  ,  and  he  cares  about  Tifa  (  in  a  way  he  can’t  really  explain  ,  and  he  doesn’t  really  wanna  try  )   .   .   .   and  everyone  else  ,  he’s  convinced  ,  couldn’t  give  two  shits  if  he  lived  or  died  .  Yet  ,  only  one  of  the  two  people  he  gave  a  damn  about  in  Nibelheim  knows  he’s  leaving  ,  so  he’s  really  tried  to  convince  himself  to  tell  his   .   .   .   friend  ?  He  kinda  wishes  he  knew  what  to  call  her  ,  but  I  guess  labels  disappear  when  he  does  ,  and  he  can  deal  with  that  guilt  another  hour  .  For  now  ,  he’s  gotta  make  sure  Tifa  knows  he’s  leaving  .  He’s  gotta  make  sure  Tifa  knows  why  he’s  leaving  ,  and  that  he’s  not  gonna  be  like  the  other  boys  .  Her  friends  .  The  Four  Fiends  ,  or  whatever  they  started  calling  themselves  after  he  stopped  coming  around  .  Doesn’t  matter  .  He’s  different  ,  and  he’s  gonna  try  to  declare  it  in  whatever  way  he  can  .  He  cares  about  her  ,  and  he  doesn’t  wanna  leave  without  letting  her  know  .  It  is  his  fault  they  don’t  talk  anymore  ,  after  all  .  Even  if  at  times  he  prefers  to  blame  the  others  ,  his  guilty  conscience  always  seems  to  remind  him  of  his  inabilities  ,  failures  ,  and  shortcomings  .

Regardless  ,  he  builds  up  enough  courage  to  emerge  from  his  hiding  place  ,  having  eyed  the  girl  from  afar  for  far  too  long  .  Many  years  ,  in  fact  ,  and  he  tells  himself  this  is  the  day  .  This  has  to  be  the  day  .  He  watches  as  she  approaches  the  general  store  ,  and  he  knows  Emilio  lives  there  ,  too  .  He’s  not  sure  what  she’s  got  on  her  plate  for  the  evening  ,  but  he  does  know  if  he  doesn’t  do  this  right  now  ,  it  ain’t  gonna  happen  .  So  ,  he  runs  up  to  her  with  the  confidence  of  how  he  imagines  Sephiroth  might  act  ,  and  practically  stares  a  hole  through  the  back  of  her  head  until  she  turns  around  to  greet  him  .  He  doesn’t  dare  look  away  ,  staring  straight  into  her  soul  with  such  assuredness  ,  anyone  else  might  think  him  a  total  weirdo  .  But  ,  to  him  ,  and  hopefully  to  Tifa  ,  he  seemed  certain  and  secure  .  His  words  ,  however  ,  completely  contradict  any  air  of  inspiration  he’s  tried  to  muster  ,  as  they  leave  his  lips  in  a  whispered  breath  ,  “  Meet  me   .   .   .  ”  and  he  knows  she  can’t  hear  him  ,  the  way  she  stares  at  him  in  confusion  .  So  ,  he  dashes  toward  her  with  a  force  that  he’s  sure  scared  them  both  for  a  fraction  of  a  second  ,  but  manages  to  still  himself  before  colliding  straight  into  her  ,  “  After  dark  .  ”  Then  ,  a  brief  pause  ,  “  Up  on  the  water  tower  .  ”   He’s  been  thinking  about  this  night  for  years  .

                                   “  Okay  .  ”

That’s  all  he  needed  to  hear  before  disappearing  into  the  sun-set  scorched  skies  of  Nibelheim  . 

The  hours  that  passed  between  that  moment  and  the  moment  of  their  reconvening  were  slower  than  any  miserable  day  or  night  he’d  spent  alone  or  awake  .  They  were  painstaking  and  cruel  ,  causing  his  thoughts  to  race  and  his  fingers  to  shake  at  the  most  random  of  moments  .  It  was  so  obvious  how  worked  up  he  was  that  his  mom  thought  to  comment  to  him  about  it  ,  perhaps  opening  the  floor  for  him  to  speak  ,  but  ,  like  usual  ,  he’d  opt  to  keep  it  to  himself  .  He  would  always  trust  her  ,  he  was  certain  ,  but  speaking  about  his  insecurities  just  seemed  to  make  them  feel  more  real  ,  and  equally  more  unbearable  .  Even  if  he  knows  she’s  a  pretty  good  listener  . 

As  the  time  passed  ,  the  boy  busied  himself  in  any  way  that  he  knew  how  ,  usually  giving  up  in  a  good  thirty  minutes  to  an  hour  .  Books  ?  Couldn’t  concentrate  .  Cable  TV  shows  ?  Too  obnoxious  .  Studying  ?  Didn’t  have  to  .  The  news  ?  Well   .   .   .   he’d  think  it  too  underwhelming  ,  until  he  sees  Sephiroth  on  the  screen  ,  in  brief  recordings  and  failed  attempts  at  interviews  ,  and  he  decides  to  spend  his  time  watching  with  his  mom  in  their  living  area  ,  comforted  by  the  couch  he’s  spent  many  nights  on  .  He  picks  the  man  apart  ,  studying  his  mannerisms  and  attempting  to  adopt  them  into  his  own  person  ,  as  he  so  often  does  .  He  always  thought  ,  if  people  love  Sephiroth  so  much  ,  if  he  acts  like  him  ,  maybe  they  might  like  him  too  .  At  least  a  little  more  than  they  do  now  .  Like  perhaps  if  he  was  like  Sephiroth  ,  maybe  Tifa  might  like  him  too   .   .   .   like  he  likes  her  ,  but  is  too  afraid  to  even  be  her  friend  about  it  .

It  wasn’t  until  the  sun  completely  disappeared  behind  the  mountains  ,  blanketing  the  sky  in  darkness  ,  that  he  informed  his  mom  he  was  leaving  for  a  bit  .  To  sit  on  the  water  tower  ,  like  he  often  does  ,  always  returning  home  after  a  little  while  ,  safe  and  sound  .  She  usually  lets  him  hang  out  there  ,  understanding  he  needs  time  alone  to  process  things  ,  time  to  think  .  At  least  he’s  going  outside  . 

So  ,  he  sits  against  the  wood  that  he’s  come  to  know  quite  well  ,  and  that’s  come  to  know  him  as  well  .  He  sits  for  what  feels  like  awhile  .  And  a  while  more  .  And  a  while  more  than  that  .  And  he’s  starting  to  wonder  if  Tifa  is  gonna  show  ,  but  she  said  she  would  ,  and  he’ll  always  take  a  person  at  their  word  .  So  ,  he  sits  ,  sometimes  with  his  legs  crossed  ,  sometimes  leaned  over  his  knees  ,  sometimes  leaned  against  the  backs  of  his  arms  ,  looking  to  the  stars  to  remind  him  he’s  not  alone  and  that  this  life  is  worth  living  in  .  When  it  feels  like  an  insurmountable  amount  of  hours  have  passed  ,  he  considers  going  home  .  After  all  ,  Mom’s  probably  worried  .  But  ,  just  when  he  thinks  it  time  to  give  in  ,  he  hears  the  crunch  of  grass  and  the  shifting  of  the  ladder  ,  and  positions  himself  immediately  to  sit  more  casually  ,  like  he  hasn’t  spent  the  last  several  hours  here  anxiously  waiting  ,  ready  to  explode  from  his  self  inflicted  nervousness  .  And  even  after  knowing  she’s  approaching  ,  he’s  still  sitting  with  his  legs  dangling  over  the  upper  platform  ,  waiting  for  her  to  get  there  before  he  says  anything  .  And  when  she  does  ,  and  their  eyes  meet  ,  he  still  can’t  bring  himself  to  speak  ,  but  she  does  .  A  simple  ,  “  heya  ,  ”  casual  and  friendly   .   .   .   shouldn’t  expect  anything  less  .  Or  more  ,  for  that  matter  .  Still  ,  he’s  not  disappointed  .  He  simply  starts  their  conversation  without  so  much  as  a  “  hi  ”  in  return  ,  explaining  to  her  how  he’s  planning  to  leave  .  How  he’s  gonna  be  a  SOLDIER  ,  how  he’s  not  gonna  be  like  everyone  else  ,  and  as  he  speaks  ,  his  words  get  driven  by  passion  and  determination  ,  like  he’s  bragging  about  a  self  that  does  not  yet  exist  (  and  probably  never  will  )  .  But  for  now  ,  it’s  enough  to  keep  him  speaking  .  Explaining  beneath  the  stars  of  the  future  that  he  wants  to  be  a  hero  ,  like  Sephiroth  ,  and  that  he’ll  always  remember  her  .  That  despite  the  fact  he  won’t  be  back  for  a  long  time  ,  and  no  matter  what  changes  ,  he’ll  remember  her  .  And  he  keeps  the  conversation  flowing  ,  despite  the  awkwardness  he’s  creating  and  the  hesitancy  he  feels  when  she  questions  his  heroism  .  Not  about  whether  or  not  he  can  do  it  ,  but  with  such  certainty  that  he  will  do  it  .  That’s  the  part  that  makes  him  nervous  .  That  he’ll  let  her  down  .  But  he’s  gotta  keep  up  the  charade  ,  at  least  for  now  .  Fake  it  till  you  make  it  .  That’s  what  they  always  say  .  He  can  make  it  .  He’s  gonna  be  SOLDIER  .  He’s  gotta  convince  himself  he  can  . 

                     “  Just  ,  promise  me  one  thing  .  When  we’re  older  ,  and  you’re  a  famous  SOLDIER   .   .   .   If  I'm  ever  trapped  or  in  trouble   .   .   .  ”  She  pauses  for  a  moment  ,  and  he’s  flooded  with  stayed  anticipation  ,   “  Promise  me  you’ll  come  and  save  me  .  ”

“  Uh   .   .   .  ”   Is  the  first  word  out  of  his  mouth  ,  because  he  can  hardly  believe  she  believes  in  him  so  wholeheartedly  ,  when  he  hasn’t  even  processed  it  enough  to  believe  in  himself  .  When  she’s  begging  for  a  promise  that  he’s  not  even  sure  he  can  fulfill  .  He  hesitates  ,  like  he’s  betraying  his  honesty  ,  like  he’s  betraying  her  trust  before  he’s  ever  given  a  chance  to  try  ,  but  has  to  convince  himself  that  he  will  .  He  will  save  her   .   .   .   He  has  to  do  that  much  .  Who  else  will  ?

“  Fine  .  I  promise  .  ”

And  she  looks  toward  the  vastness  of  the  universe  that  blankets  them  in  a  million  flickering  lights  ,  and  he  watches  her  as  she  takes  in  the  beauty  of  the  sky  above  them  .  He  glances  up  ,  too  ,  and  thinks  to  himself  that  he’s  kinda  like  one  of  the  stars  up  there  .  But  maybe  he  can  make  it  mean  something  .

[bmpmp3]

[blorboresidue]

honestly it is kinda funny that tactics is the manga I'm writing pervert nonsense about cause if you look at the series I'm reading or have read recently there's like

dungeon meshi

what did you eat yesterday?

she loves to eat and she loves to cook

antique bakery

meanwhile I'm writing feedism about the youkai hunter

[dennisboobs]

most annoying thing about being me is that i cannot engage with like. any fanon shit about dennis because i'm constantly on some advanced derangement and the stuff i thought two years ago when i was first getting comfy in the fandom is still the way everyone else looks at dennis but i'm like. yes but its Worse than this. you're like a quarter of the way there. this isn't the interesting bit, this is a symptom of it, keep going.

[thefrogdalorian]

Having of those moments where I wish to yeet the like button into the sun or maybe make it so there was setting you could turn on so that people can only reblog posts (even better with the minimum requirement of adding at least one tag)!!

It's kind of absurd that one of my fics is getting close to 500 notes while simultaneously being one I've had the least actual human interactions come from. Like...... come on, that's now how it should be AT ALL!

Don't get me wrong, I'm so thrilled people are clearly finding it and I guess enjoying it(??) but just having endless likes without people letting me know what they enjoyed about it or even if they liked it kind of makes me sad. That's not why I want to share my writing here!

I love having those little human connections with others. I don't ever want my writing to feel transactional. I would love to talk to more people about things I've written. It's truly one of the best feelings and I would hate to lose that, the more I write or the more notes my fics get. Please don't be shy!! I get the social anxiety, but there is no reason to be. I am truly just a Din Djarin obsessed loser.

Anyway, whine over. I don't want to focus on the negatives here and I appreciate every single person who has ever left a positive interaction with something I've written. You are truly a light!

[i-am-sleepyzz]

What digimon would gary oak have?

Cause im Tempted to just give him gabumon and call it a day cause it would work well with ash having agumon

But that's got more to do with agumon being the mascot and ash having Pikachu im not sure if I would choose him for that otherwise? Maybe but there might be a more Interesting digimon I could have given him

I tried to stay away from just picking digimon we've seen as partner mons over and over

Doesn't mean I succeed but I tried not to

Anyway yea wondering what other people think he should have