#rere 2

[delicatebluebirdruins]

choices

in RE1 Hd remasterthere are 6 endings for Jill and Chris the canonical events are Chris saving Jill with Barry and Rebecca still being amongst the living and the mansion being destroyed after you fight the Tyrant for the second time

the endings are basically the same with the playable and supporting characters being swapped

Rebecca/ Barry can be killed in the mansion and on the helipad fighting the tyrant a second time

Jill/ Chris could be left to rot

Revelations 2 has a choice that you don't actually know is a choice until later on

you are fighting a boss (Neil Fisher) and he has Claire pinned if Claire shoots him that leads to Moira actually dying and Natalia being taken over completely by Alex Wesker

Moira shooting him leads to her being found by Evgeny who teaches her to survive and she does she finds Barry's badge and spends time looking for him and saves him and Natalia where they make their escape meeting up with Claire who turns up with a helicopter leading to another boss with Alex .Claire providing air support and Barry fighting her properly on the ground (fire bombs)

Re7 has you choose between Mia and Zoe

choosing Mia is the good ending

Zoe has Mia and Zoe die, with Mia having to be a extra boss

and Zoe does die how she looks in the boat is the same as when Marge dies we just don't see her crumble

imagine if we had a third option? and it was Ethan picking himself (its hard to realise you're infected with something if you have no idea how it is spread... the mold is somewhat airborne)

[rerejunebug]

@unholyshrine we are holding hands!

(Other mookies if you want to be added lemme know and have a ref themed how you look irl)

[rerenah]

Kung fu panda 4 Tai Lung would not fucking say that and also I can’t believe they didn’t let lord Shen serve cunt but also they made Mr Ping gay so

[riacte]

Unconventional format / mixed media / meta / epistolary fic ideas:

Script format but the characters slowly break fourth wall until they grow self aware and scream to leave but the script confines them.

Mock up notes of an author's fic outline only for a "fan favourite" / "author's darling" character to gain sentience and influence the story. The character changes the outline to suit their own agenda, and their changes are marked with a different colour whereas black text means it's the author's will. Maybe another character using another colour gains sentience. The different colours fight for dominance. Mom says it's my turn with the keyboard hey what the fuck man excuse me I'm literally trying to save my family can you guys let go and let me write your character arcs in peace OH FUCK OFF

Recipe fic. The story is told via those unnecessarily long backstories on a recipe blog in which you learn about someone's grandma or a breakup or literally anything. Bonus points if the actual recipe deals with worldbuilding (what ingredients are available? What utensils are used? How to serve this meal? Woohoo Dungeon Meshi) or in-cheek recipes (eg. "Recipe for making up with your estranged mother - Step 1: Mix patience, nostalgia, and filial piety and let it marinate for ten years. Step 2: Throw that shit into the trash because you're better than that")

Travel fic. A character is lost and trying to find their way somewhere. GPS directions, googling "x place to x place", tickets and dates, train station maps, leaflets. It gets weirder and weirder. You never get closer to your destination. You're walking around in circles. It's always 10 meters away. Where are you going and where have you been?

Receipts. Try to infer what a character is doing judging from the weird things they buy together. Also yipppee inflation tracker. On the other side, maybe it can be about a cashier/ shop owner getting to know their customers and what they order.

Written from the pov of an non-native English speaker, all the English words are italicized whereas their native tongue are the only words not italicized. Inspired by Kupu rere kē by Alice Te Punga Somerville. This is because I got salty about people from Ao3 Reddit saying they won't read a fic in all italics.

Murder mystery / "Among Us" style impersonation fic strictly using the chatfic format. Characters and readers will have to figure out which character has been killed and replaced from the way they text and use emojis. This is also because I got salty about Ao3 Reddit being a wee bit pretentious about emoji usage in fics. Maybe emojis can be important plot devices! Some people prefer to sign off messages with a heart emoji of their signature colour, so won't it be weird if they use another coloured heart? How about someone using lapslock suddenly using proper capitalisation and full stops? Can you tell if someone's phone has been stolen? What if someone's mother is pretending to text like their child? Why is someone suddenly only using UwU speak? Is it a bit, or have they been replaced?

Innocuous second person POV until the last line where it's suddenly revealed to be first person POV all along and the "I" has been stalking and narrating "you".

Other fun bits / Easter eggs / secrets to hide:

Decoding within the text itself. Maybe we get given instructions to find a word in x chapter on page y on the nth line. And when we as readers collect all the words, they form a sentence that spells out an important fact which the characters are oblivious to. Or maybe the in-universe characters find a book with the same title as the irl fic with a bookmark in it, and if you go to where the bookmark is stuck irl, you'll find the murderer plainly stated. The rest of the fic is about the readers having hard confirmation of who the murderer is while characters don't know.

A phrase is subtly repeated throughout the text of the fic and is spelled out with the letter that begins a sentence. It gives off the effect that the narrator is screaming and crying into the void (to the readers in the fourth wall) while trying to avoid detection. Bonus points if the same word is repeated for pages and pages to the point the lack of sentence variation feels weird and clunky.

Morse code!! I love morse code! Using onomatopoeia to convey the dots and dashes! The sound of rain pattering on the tin rooftop— drop, drop, drop. A low whistle of a train rumbling in the distance. He slowly sharpens his knife, creating a shiiing sound. A lengthy, high pitched squeal from his kettle. A dog barks. A sharp knock. His heart thumps. Dot dot dot, dash dash dash, dot dot dot. SOS. Maybe a character's death scene spells out the name of their mysterious murderer. Maybe a character is reminiscing their deceased loved one and the scene spells out what the deceased person would've wanted to tell them— "LIVE ON" or "I LOVE YOU" or something.

[yukipri]

I wanted to formally introduce two new members of my family: Cody and Rex!

Cody (mostly called Ko-chan, sometimes Coco-nuts or Cocoa) is a siamese kitten, probably roughly 7 months(?) old. He is very hyper and bold to the point of reckless. His hobbies include screaming for food, trying to steal human food, successfully stealing his brother's food, and in general doing everything he's not supposed to do. He is very clever but chooses to show it in the stupidest ways possible. He has also earned the nicknames Hungry Beastie, Black Hole, the Screaming Baby, Fluff Ball, Little Demon, and Tiny Thug (I probably should have named him Fives).

Rex (mostly called Recchan, or O-Rere) is a snowshoe kitten, and probably around the same age as Cody, though we adopted them from separate shelters. He's very sweet and shy, but bold when he gains confidence. He isn't very food motivated, but loves toys and other cats. He is often drowsy for a while after waking up, and loves cuddling most then. He has a shockingly deep voice for a kitten. He also does not like wearing a collar. He has earned the nicknames Sweet Angel, Sleepy Baby, and Naaaaw (what his voice sounds like) (I probably should have named him Echo).

I adopted them roughly 2 months ago (roughly a week after Lu passed), so they've been with us a while now, but I didn't feel ready to start posting about them yet.

We're still in the process of getting Ace and Sabo to fully accept them (meaning: getting the older boys to not look at them like they're the stinkiest lil gremlins in the galaxy), but they've come a long way, and we'll continue to work on it.

But yeah! I wanted to introduce them, so please expect photos of them to start popping up on this blog too!

While they aren't technically "ASL Kittens," I want to keep all my cat photos in the same tag, so I'll continue using the #YukiPriASLKittens tag for them!

Cats tag: #YukiPriASLKittens

(at 4 cats, am I nearing Crazy Cat Lady (non-gendered) status yet?)

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #2: High Flying

Prompt: horizon || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Very mild spoilers for the beginning of Yak T'el--an expansion of canon.

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The dirigible ride from Tuliyollal to Yak T’el had begun well enough; the air currents above the Turali capital were warm and stable, allowing the dirigible to rise quickly but smoothly as it traveled south. Wuk Lamat had been a little queasy, but a dinner of arepas filled with shredded chicken and pear alligator with cold mint tea had settled her stomach, and she had perked up as the evening deepened, enough that she had even braved the observation platform to oooh and aaah at seeing the waterfalls of Kozama’uka pass below them. She hadn’t asked quite as many questions as usual during Rere’s after dinner storytelling, instead content to listen from her hammock as they had all clustered together in the passenger compartment.

Unfortunately, turbulence was turbulence.

Synnove was awake as the dirigible suddenly heaved, and then she was wide awake as a SHRIEK filled the air and the gold and orange shape of Wuk Lamat fell past her hammock and landed with a THUD.

A very pathetic ow drifted up from the floor.

Even as the dirigible kept swinging, the Scions moved quickly. Synnove and Heron rolled out of their lowest level hammocks, with Synnove manhandling Wuk Lamat out of the way as Heron caught first Krile, and then Rereha, leaping from the highest level hammocks. The twins, Alakhai, and Erenville followed, shoving up into a corner with everyone else as the off-duty crew scrambled for the ladder up to the observation deck.

Synnove managed to get Wuk Lamat upright, and she and Heron bracketed the young woman between them, with Synnove sticking out her leg to brace against the wall to keep herself as stable as possible. Alphinaud crawled over, balancing his knees on Heron’s thighs—Heron grunted, the twins were finally hitting their growth spurts—and gently peeled open first Wuk Lamat’s right eye, then the left, a small wick of light glowing on his fingertip. Wuk Lamat groaned, but submitted to the inspection without further complaint.

“No concussion,” Alphinaud said at last, drawing back to wave a diagnostic spell over her. “Do you have any pain?”

Wuk Lamat shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut. There was a green tinge to her skin, visible even beneath her fur. “No,” she bit out, “just bumps and bruises.”

Shouting echoed from above, and the dirigible heaved again, and this time didn’t stop juking and juddering. Alisaie cursed as she went skidding sideways, stopped only by Erenville fisting his hand in the back of her shirt and hauling her back. Wuk Lamat slapped her hands over her mouth with a moan of utter misery.

Heron wriggled her hand between Wuk Lamat’s back and the wall and began rubbing firm circles between her shoulder blades. As Synnove began a tuneless hum to help try and district Wuk Lamat from her nausea, one of the dirigible crewmembers poked his head through the hatch.

“Northbound air stream’s closer to the southbound one than it should be,” the mamool ja called down. “Pilot’s getting us back on course, but there’s going to be another bad bump when we move back into the southbound air stream.”

Erenville gave him a thumbs up as acknowledgment, and the crewmember ducked back topside.

“I hate boats,” Wuk Lamat said, the words muffled by her hands still covering her mouth. “I hate boats that float. I hate boats that fly.”

“What about boats that fly between stars?”

As Alisaie reached over her brother, rolling his eyes, to swat at Rereha, Wuk Lamat groaned. “I hate them, too.”

Krile crawled over Heron, flashing a quick smile of thanks at her when the Hellsguard hooked her fingers into the hood of her jacket, and gently patted Wuk Lamat’s knee. “Deep breaths, Wuk Lamat, nice and slow now.”

Krile had coached Wuk Lamat through two sets of controlled breathing when the dirigible basket swung extra violently and the sound of falling crates in the storage hold echoed up to the passenger compartment. Krile clung to Heron with a yelp, and Synnove braced her other leg while throwing her free arm in front of Wuk Lamat to try and hold her in place, idly noting Rereha losing her grip on Alakhai and smacking into Erenville’s stomach. Erenville’s wheeze of pain harmonized oddly well with the unhappy burbling coming from Wuk Lamat’s throat.

Finally, the dirigible settled and after a few minutes of tense quiet, the hatch opened once more and the same crewmember as before began climbing down the ladder. “Back on course now, very sorry about that, folks,” he said, and jumped the last three fulms to the floor. “We’re stable enough for passengers to come topside, the fresh air should help the Third Promise.”

As the crewmember headed down to the storage hold to assess the damage, the Scions and company climbed to their feet with a minimal about of wobbliness—save for poor Wuk Lamat, whom Synnove and Heron had to haul upright. The Xbr’aal leaned heavily against Heron as she let herself be guided towards the ladder.

“This is not going to be fun,” Wuk Lamat moaned.

“Let me go first,” Synnove said, “you can hold onto one of my boot straps, and Heron will spot you.”

It took time and some more manhandling, but they finally got Wuk Lamat up onto the observation deck, and the rest of the group soon followed after them. Another crewmember came around to clip safety lines onto them all, and they proceeded to sprawl in an inelegant pile out of the way of the crew to settle all of their equilibriums. Alakhai passed over a waterskin, and Synnove had Wuk Lamat take careful sips to bring her roiling stomach back under control. The Xbr’aal ended up stretching out on her side afterward, eyes squeezed shut and breathing through her nose.

After a bell or so of quiet, Heron gently poked Wuk Lamat’s shoulder. “Sun’s coming up,” she murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the wind. “Something you can focus on besides your poor stomach.”

A weary sigh escaped the young woman, but she opened her eyes.

The dense jungle of Yak T’el stretched for malms and malms below them, and the sea of night-dark leaves turned red and gold as the first rays of dawn stretched from the east. The sky turned from black to gray, and then to pink, and yellow, and orange, with the few clouds hanging in the air reflecting the same colors.

Wuk Lamat sighed again, but this time it was a peaceful sound. “I do love a good sunrise,” she said.

“When you bother to wake early enough for one.”

Wuk Lamat kicked at Erenville, who merely slid out of the way with a chuckle. “High Tide Harbor shines like a diamond, especially from the palace,” she continued, ignoring her childhood friend. “It’s one of the most beautiful sights in all of Tural.”

The sound of escaping air could be heard over the wind, and the dirigible began to slowly float towards the treeline. The sky was acquiring its usual azure hue as the sun continued to climb, and Wuk Lamat gingerly pushed herself to sitting upright as the pilot called from the rudder, “Landing in a bell! Stay put until we dock!”

“Thanks the gods,” Wuk Lamat muttered. “I am so very done with—hrrk.”

Synnove and Heron hurriedly shoved Wuk Lamat’s head down between her knees. The Third Promise groaned unhappily, and began her deep breathing again.

[paleparearchive]

Renoir

Room conversations

(Room voicelines, Secret monologues, Room conversations)

Room voicelines

Renoir: Are those pictures of the two of them on the wall? It looks like a pleasant atmosphere. (Van Gogh & Gauguin's room)

Renoir: Aren’t the plaster muscles a bit too much? Though I think I would prefer a little softer flesh. (Michelangelo's room)

Renoir: There are all sorts of strange things here. Did Da Vinci make them? (Da Vinci's room)

Renoir: He has a nice selection of wines. Raffaello's choice of wines are delicious. (Raffaello's room)

Renoir: There are so many sheep. It looks like they’re soft and fluffy when you touch them. (Hubert & Jan's room)

Renoir: This is our Manet-san's room, isn't it? It always looks so luxurious, doesn't it? (Manet's room)

Renoir: The stars, the moon, the purple cloth... How mysterious, isn't it? (Mucha's room)

Renoir: The room is just like I imagined it to be. Ah, but there's a picture of a back on the wall. (Ingres's room)

Renoir: I wonder if he listens to music on this gramophone. Sometimes the sound leaks out of the room. (Delacroix's room)

Renoir: Having academic books around is typical of Courbet. (Courbet & Millet's room)

Renoir: This is our room. It’s fine for you to come visit us with no hesitation. (Monet, Renoir, Sisley & Bazille's room)

Renoir: Watteau has some nice drinks. I hope we can have a drink together next time. (Giotto, Watteau, Munch & El Greco's room)

Renoir: It seems there’s a lot of accessories on Rembrandt's desk. I'll have to take a closer look next time. (Rembrandt, Van Dyck, Rubens & Velazquez's room)

Renoir: It smells like charcoal. Is it from the floor? (Hokusai, Hiroshige & Kuroda's room)

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Secret monologues

Renoir: I like having fun… Maybe it's because it makes me forget my worries. (Secret monologue 1)

Renoir: If I could, I'd keep painting forever. But... (Secret monologue 2)

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Room conversations

Van Gogh: Renoir-san, where are you going? Bazille-san was looking for you!

Renoir: Fufu, I have an appointment outside. It’s a secret for Bazille, okay?

Courbet: Why don't you think about Bazille's hardships once in a while?

Renoir: But I think he'll get bored when I’ll no longer be around, don't you think so too?

Da Vinci: ... If you are going out, I would like to ask you a favor.

Renoir: Ah, chocolate, right? I'll make sure I get you some.

Rembrandt: Renoir-kuun! Is going to a joint party fuuun?

Renoir: If you're interested, why don't we go to one together?

Michelangelo: Use your powers and get me some people with good muscles.

Renoir: Mmmh… Muscles are indeed out of my scope.

Hokusai: Ya can't have sweets at a joint party, right? Wish I could go there too.

Renoir: Rembrandt went to one too, so if you’re interested, why don’t you come too, Hokusai?

Gauguin: Why do you like women so much…?

Renoir: They're warm and soft… and it's hard not to like them.

Monet: Let's play billiaaards! Play with me!

Renoir: Fufu, alright. What happens if you lose?

Monet: Then… I'll tell Bazille that we’re goin’ to the next drinking party!

Renoir: Great, I'm in. I'm going to let you win this time, too.

Renoir: Watteau said he'd like you to come to pick up girls with us once in a while.

Monet: Naah, I'm not good at that kinda stuff, that’d be a bit…

Renoir: Now now, I'll give you some bread from your favorite bakery.

Monet: Oh, if that’s the case! … Wait, don't lure me with bread!

Raffaello: That is an amazing number of women at the museum… Are they all fans of yours?

Renoir: These are all the potential model candidates. I'd be happy if you could help me out with them.

Munch: It feels sooo fluffy and bouncy around you, Rere!

Renoir: Does that mean it feels like fun? It's always good to have fun.

Giotto: Jan is talking about "pick-up" and Hubert is upset…

Renoir: Fufu, everyone seems to be having fun in their own way, so it’s fine.

Sisley: Hmmm... What should I do... I don't know which one is better.

Renoir: What's the matter, Sisley? Is something troubling you?

Sisley: I'm trying to decide which handkerchief I'm going to use today.

Renoir: Maybe the left one would be better? Just maybe, though.

Renoir: Alright, where shall we go today?

Sisley: Come to think of it, you used to come to my part-time job’s workplace a lot, but what were you doing there?

Renoir: Ah, there were a lot of young ladies at that part-time job… so.

Sisley: I see. Now I understand why my senior was so happy.

Bazille: Why don't you take a lesson from Sisley for once in a while and devote yourself really hard to something?

Renoir: But I’m devoting myself to something, you know? I’m serious about the ladies.

Bazille: That's not what I meant... How many times have I told you that…

Renoir: Fufu, I know that. You're amusing, Bazille.

Renoir: I got some nice tea leaves, would you like a cup?

Bazille: Yeah, why not. … You're not planning anything, are you?

Renoir: There’s no way I could do that. Now, please take your time and have a drink.

Bazille: ... Why are you trying to go out, Renoir?

Kuroda: You always seem to be so calm. Why don't you try to panic a little more?

Renoir: You're so harsh, Kuroda-san. But that’s who I am.

Ingres: Renoir-san, I believe your words and actions may not be accurate.

Renoir: Fufu, is that so? Accuracy is hard.

Delacroix: I’ve got a problem with your laziness, but you're very good at tauntin' Ingres.

Renoir: I don't have any intention of doing that, though. Ingres always gets angry at me, it's a hassle.

Watteau: Ya ready to gooo? Let’s go pick up some giiirls!

Renoir: I'm going to leave a note for Bazille, so please wait just a little longer.

Velazquez: You're calling out more women than usual… What's going on?

Renoir: Manet-san asked me to do it. I'm helping him.

Van Dyck: You've come to the right place. Can you get me some lotion?

Renoir: Let's see… That's the one over there you use all the time, right?

Rubens: Aara, Renoir-chan. You have different accessories today, don't you?

Renoir: I'm meeting a young lady for the first time. I'm going with a different image than usual.

El Greco: What is that… The devil's water!? It's not safe, get your hands off it!

Renoir: This is a lotion for Van Dyck. I'm going to give it to him now.

Jan: Reno-nii, let's pick up girls together!

Renoir: Fufu, you would be very popular with young ladies, Jan.

Hubert: R-Renoir-san!! What did you teach Jan!?

Renoir: Fufu, I didn't teach him anything.

Millet: Your way of speaking is typical of the city.

Renoir: I don't think so… but maybe that's the way you see it.

Manet: Hey, prepare me a model. One woman.

Renoir: Does that mean I need to prepare 50 people?

Mucha: That is a wonderful pick-up technique. I have great respect for you.

Renoir: Fufu, I may be unreliable, but so are you, Mucha.

Hiroshige: Oh, Renoir-dono…? There's something that smells kind of sweet coming from you.

Renoir: Ah, is this about the chocolate Da Vinci me asked for?

[d3pr3773dc4n73r]

The war rages on as fighters from all over are hungry for the grand title! As the project/collab continues, more participants have agreed to join! Now, we have the following: 🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥 OZTheKid: Mega Man 1 @switchnx: Mega Man 2 @cherricoke-art: Mega Man 3 @sonyshock: Mega Man 4 @neogandw: Mega Man 6 @d3pr3773dc4n73r: Mega Man V @pikapulu: Mega Man 9 Rere: Mega Man & Bass: Challenger From The Future @stardestroyer81: Mega Man DOS 🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥

The search has not ended just yet, as those who still want in better hurry while there is still a chance to show your talented ideas! Other than that, back to our regularly scheduled programming!

[tutti-says]

ReRe: Sexuality, labeling theory, and accepting your own ignorance in BG3 fandom

One thing I have learned in my life is to,well, learn. Discourse over companion sexuality surged on Twitter at a time I just happened to be on yesterday. As I preached my own QT about the characters being playersexual, I happened upon a tweet about this word being bi/pan phibic due to its history.

While I was confused, I took my post down and decided to find out the root instead. I began my usual route: asking questions and running a search on google. To me at a surface understanding, the term playersexual encompassed the gambit of all sexualities-allowing the player character (PC) to choose whomever they wish to romance. For those who are unfamiliar- BG3 is a dnd set CRPG where the PC is able to engage in romantic interactions. The more special part of BG3 is that these romances can play a substantial part in the overall story of your playthrough. And as most of the western hemishphere probably knows the name Astarion, it suffices to say that these companions and possible romances are important to the playerbase. Though the numbers aren't in yet, there is a sizeable chunk of queer persons involved in the BG3 fandom and it only takes a cursory glance at twitter in order to realize that. And of course, representation of queer romances plays into that. So, while I thought the term would resonate with people of the freedom to choose, the term "player -sexual" as Larian devs described the companions, only druged up old wounds. And I was very, very ignorant on this. From my conversations, I learned that the term was coined in the time of Dragon Age 2 by a confirmed biphobic dev in response to fans praising bisexual characters. As well, it was brought to my attention by my mutual Mish that Larian winning awards for inclusivity, while also using this term, left people feeling like the devs were once again erasing the canon sexuality of pansexuals. For context, Niel Newbon spoke in response to a question that Astarion is pansexual. This can be confirmed in game by Lae'zel possibly sleeping with Astarion during the night of the Tiefling party. The companions aren't just sleeping with any PC no matter what, but with other NPCs as well. Once my moot on twitter, mon, pointed this out-it suddenly made sense. I was wrong. There are some more conversations surrounding this topic I would love to expand on later, but for the point of this already being long I will save it. At first, I thought the problem of labels was solved by the term playersexual, but it turns out that label was stuck on to cover sexualities and their validity. Ignorance is often used as an insult; a euphamism for stup[id. However, ignorance in itself is nuetral. It is neither good nor bad until the option to learn is put forth, and the ignorant make a choice to learn or not. Unfortunately, most cause of discourse is rooted in willful ignorance, or refusing to acknoowledge and understand knowledge when presented. I don't use the words attached to phobics or isms without careful consideration. In this instance I do believe the word playersexual to be pan or bi phobic due to its history. I do hope that Larians reconsiders this word in the future. I can't win every war, but I can learn which wars to fight with not being afraid to be wrong and learn different. thank you <3

[reredram]

Introduction post (Updated)

Hello, and welcome to my blog!

Open up to read more info about it.

About me

My name is Ram, you can also call me Re, Dram or Rered. I use He\Him pronounce, but don't mind any pronounce at all. I'm pansexual agender and happily taken .3

I'm 22 years old artist, but I also really like voice acting and cooking. My other interests are video games and dragons in any shape and form. I live in Russia, so I can speak on 2 languages.

About my stuff

I draw various stuff, mostly furries, monsters, dragons, and fandom stuff! Currently as this post being created, I dived deep into Rain World fandom, so most of the stuff you'll see here is RW related. I've opened up commissions! > boop

!Content Warning!

I may keep this blog sfw, but I DO draw violent stuff from time to time, such as:

Gore

Violence

Blood

Physical and mental manipulation

Horror stuff

Unnerving images

I usually put respective TWs and CWs before the post, but please, watch those only if you're sure you'll handle such. I don't say that I'm ace in drawing that, but my standarts of if it's traumatizing or not are more hardcore, since I'm more mature and traumatized myself.

Interactions

Gonna point it out so there won't be any questions.

I do allow

✓ Art interactions, such as art trades, art gifts, character interacrions and other fun stuff. I honestly like those, and could overreact if you draw me some sort of gift, bc I'm not used to it. But that's okay!

✓ Text interactions like dms and asks. Gonna clarify 2 things about it:

1. I don't mind speaking with ppl, but I do have anxiety. If you want to chat, please don't just say "hi" and void, state your point and ask away. I don't bite, but I can run away bc of my sociophobia, lol

2. If you're under 18, you're still allowed to dm me, BUT keep it NSFW free, for both yours and my safety, okay? Some of my friends are minors, and I don't mind speaking with such, but again, keeping everything clear.

✓ Collabs. If you suddenly want me for some project, like drawing something or voicing a character, don't be afraid to ask me out for it!

Extra note on my reposts. I rarely do that, since I want this blog focused on my stuff, but if I do repost some stuff, consider yourself lucky. I do it only for 2 reasons:

1. You're my bestie or a good friend and I want to support your creativity <3

2. Your stuff hit me right in the spot and I count it as extremely cool!

I don't allow

✘ NSFW in any other shape that wasn't mentioned before, that includes any kind of sexual content. I want to stay SFW artist as long as I can, I know I can easily draw furry NSFW due having needed skills, being adult and living separate from parents, but I don't want to resort to it.

✘ Ask box spam. Call me cold hearted, but I don't care about your problems unless I know you. Life sucks for all of us, some more, some less, we all struggling here and I'm not paid for caring about your problems. Adapt and thrive, or die trying. Such messages will be deleted, and sender will be blocked and reported.

✘ Art thieft. I may not put signatures on most of my art because I couldn't care less, but I won't appretiate if you're steal my art and call it yours. If you like my style, or how I draw something, you can always dm me about it, you can copy my drawings for study or use it as reference. If you do so, please don't forget to mention me as inspiration or something like that, I'll greatly appretiate it.

Stuff I'm currently working on

Rain World AUs

The Frostrot - one of my biggest projects so far. I'm a co-owner of the au, original creator is @dvepalki, a good friend of mine. I'm helping him out with storyline, worldbuilding, slugcat(and other animals in general) designs, and some iterators designs! Whole plot revolves around the idea of dystopia and iterators mostly going off-string and creating own countries, with more evolved, aka anthro, scugs and scavs as citizens, after Ancients mysteriously perish. #the frostrot - main tag for this au, all the content for it could be found here Dreamscape - my personal main AU, that's based mostly on my mental shit, like sleeping patterns, traumas and ext. Currently being actively developed. Instead of seeking a way to get out of The Cycle, Ancients wanted to achieve any kind of immortality, and that's how Dreamscape was created, a wast digital mainframe, that could give you digital immortality. Iterators taking care of their creators, divided in local servers of Dreamscape. At some point, from unfortunate event, Sliver of Straw dies, and Nightmares manifests, and from here everything starts to crumble down. #rw dreamscape - main tag for this au, all the content for it could be found here Bug in a Maze - my secondary personal AU, based on concept of fact that war never changes. Currently being semi-actively developed. Ancients abandoned their pursuit for salvation, and war broke between Houses, as they rip eachother's throats for what's left of the resources. #RW Bug in a Maze - main tag for this au, all the content for it could be found here Rotstruck - my tretiary personal AU, based on idea what if iterators were furries, lol. Currently on hold, characters are only used for Discord rps Mammals and Reptilians were on a brick of a war, when global apocalypse struck down, turning almost everyone into rotstruck zombies. Pebbles, the main suspect on that case, escapes his home universe and wander around other universes, trying to find a cure not only for himself, since he's also infected, but for his whole world. #CFP: Rotstruck - main tag for this au, all the content for it could be found here

Rain World Ships

Forbidden Noodles - Cherrybush with a twist, both of scuggos are dead lmao. Basically a ship of HLL and Echo Saint, two fellas couldn't escape their demise, so they just chill and support each other. #rw forbidden noodles - tag for this ship

Side work stuff

@temple-of-srs - my side blog, dedicated to drawing SRS. You can send your prompts for this character over here!

Aaand that's about it! Enjoy your stay here!

[onemillennia]

"Corteiz Rules the World" A Cortez Campaign (2)

Rere and Tayo by Ayedatsmanny for Millennia Magazine, July 2024

Shot on the Mamiya RB67

Creative Directed by Michael Osei

[the-quiet-fire-of-defiance]

Tēnā tātou katoa (greetings everyone) so I thought I'd give the tuāhine (sister) Lee's waiata (song) a bit of a crack. I know she sounds way better than me but hei aha (whatever)! Mai te awa ki te moana (from the river to the sea), free Palestine.

Ka hīkoi, ka hīkoi tātou

March, we will march

Mai i te whenua ki te moana

Across the land to the sea

Mō ake tonu, ka whawhai tonu mātou

Forever, we will fight on

Tūturu whakamaua kia tina

Prepare to be fastened together

Kia kaha, kia māia,

Be brave, be strong

Kia manawanui i tēnei wā

Be steadfast now

Kaua e pirau, he waka eke noa

Don't give up, we are in this boat together

Tūturu whakamaua kia tina, tina

Prepare to be fastened together, fastened

Ka tō te rā, ka rere he rā

As the sun sets, another sun rises

Ka tō te rā, he rā ki tua (×2)

As the sun sets, better days are beyond

[rerenikos-sweetheart]

🍬 🍮 🫐 for the ask game!!

thank you for the ask !! i picked rere and niko for this <2

🫐 - what's your sleeping arrangement with your f/o like? do you share a bed? do they cuddle you, or talk in their sleep?

we do, actually ! i sleep on the side, with rere in the middle and domenikos on tbe other one ! all of us are usually talking a bit about nothing in particular before going to sleep...we usually hug each other too, but not strong enough to stop someone from moving. I think renoir mumbles in his sleep sometimes ? but it's nothing serious, usually.

🍮 - what's something you do that always makes your f/o smile, and/or vice versa?

for niko it's probably the fact that i understand him well ? he's insecure sometimes that he may speak "weird", so to have someone who's not munch who also understands him ( and also loves him <3 ) makes him smile. also when we are painting together. the company is always nice both for me and him : D

as for rere, pretty much anything, but specifically when both of us spend free time together in the city, especially when we visit places that i recommended to him. and also hand holding. he was pretty nervous about this, despite his flirty façade, but when he was in actual serious relationship, it was ...weird at first, but my understanding of it helped him ease this worries.

🍬 - if you were in canon, what would the fanbase for your ship be like?

probably a very very small but dedicated one ? probably would have 5-10 fics and some fanart scattered around the place but that's it, and sometimes that's enough. probably i'd have a centre event with them as important characters too, and that's how it'd all start...

[oflgtfol]

im losong it bro ive only been on register an hour (out ot SEVEN) and 1. the michaels website is down so nobody can get their 40% off coupon - which is fucking stupid bc corporate is having us post flyers all around the store advertising the coupon, but with only a qr code to the website (and also corporate is getting mad at us for how many coupons we use per transaction. like hello? stop having us literally post this shit around the store every week then???) - so theres 1a. people getting mad that the coupon isnt working and 1b. i have to fucking do a manual 40% discount off EACH INDIVIDUAL ITEM in the purchase (instead of there being a button on the register for percentage off whole purchase, nooo thats too easy) so ive had to rering entire transactions bc mfs only mention the coupon at the very end AND 2. we had a wrong sale sign up so i have a crotchety old woman get mad at me that her $3 mini frames arent buy 1 get 1 free AND 3. The self checkouts are malfunctioning so ive had to rereing people on the normal reguster so much today bc theres errors like with ppl not being able to do apple pay bc of some sort of error popup and then the mini frame lady was on sco but my manager tried to price override it on the sco ans it was like “failure to acquire peer approval” as an error popup LIKE WTF SOES THAT MEANNNNN. GAHHH LEAVE ME ALONE

[thebirdstoryfelloship]

Posted 2 new chapters of the bird story :D

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Moments to Remember

Aku seringkali gagal move on dan masih suka denial. Gagal move on sama kehidupan waktu kuliah. Denial kalau 2013 itu sepuluh tahun yang lalu dan 2018 itu lima tahun yang lalu. Ternyata waktu empat setengah tahun secepat itu berlalu.

Pertama kali merantau, selain drama homesick ada juga ketakutan nggak punya teman mengingat nggak ada teman sejurusan dari SMA. Hidup di Surabaya bagaikan hidup sebatang kara (lebay dikit biar dramatis :p). Fortunetaly, sistem perkuliahan pakai sistem paketan jadinya selama semester 1-5 teman sekelas bersama dengan orang-orang yang sama. Bosen? Enggak, malah makin bonding. Belum lagi beberapa mata kuliah yang secara nggak langsung membuat kami erat.

Coba dulu nggak ada tugas Metaplan, nggak ada ceritanya keleleran di koridor lab gizi garap fishbone, SWOT, dan diselingi nobar nikahannya Raffi & Gigi.

Andai dulu matkul Dinamika Kelompok kami cuma dikasih materi aja, mana ada ceritanya tugas rasa main Running Man? Mana ada makan es krim 2 ember untuk satu kelas dan gratis??

Serunya lagi matkul Dasmed, kuliah rasa jadi artis, pelawak, tokoh kartun, dalang, dll. Ngakak berjamaah nonton Delfi Richa yang jumpalitan di acara talkshownya.

Selain matkul dan tugasnya, ada makanan yang membuat kami bonding. Donat kentang danusannya Rere yang pernah dia tawarin ke salah satu Profesor xD dan nasi bungkus serta piscok dagangannya Vetty yang selalu ditawari H-1 di grup LINE kelas.

Seperti halnya mahasiswa kebanyakan, kami pun juga main bareng yang kami sebut "Trip4Fun". Semacam kamping keakraban yang diisi dengan nginep bareng, senam bareng dengan muka bantal, nyeburin temen ke kolam renang, karaokean sampai tenggorokkan gatal, main UNO sampai larut malam, BBQ-an, saling curhat satu kelas, dan beberapa permainan-permainan unik nan menarik dengan drama bengak-bengok serta jongkrok-jongkrokannya.

Dekan Cup menjadi top tier yang membuat kami bonding (dan ambis). Di tahun pertama kami masih abu-abu, ngawang, belum menemukan bibit-bibit unggul. Tapi mulai tahun kedua, agaknya kami semua bisa menilai teman-teman yang bisa diandalkan waktu Cooking Contest; yang idenya out of the box untuk PHGT dan ILM; yang jago mengayunkan tangan buat masuk tim Voli, Badminton, dan Pingpong; serta yang berjiwa Running Man dan Ninja Warrior untuk jadi perwakilan di PeRak.

Puncaknya adalah saat tahun keempat, rasanya momen Dekan Cup kala itu adalah yang paling terseru dan terseulit untuk dilupakan. Dengan semboyan "Balung Tuwek" dan prinsip "Dekan Cup dulu baru proposal sempro", kami berusaha maksimal di tahun terakhir. Persiapan yang jauh lebih matang entah itu tim, perlengkapan, yel-yel, latihan, dress code, dll berujung pada kelas kami yang menyabet juara umum! (ASLI WEH UNFORGETABLE MOMENT BANGET T.T).

Nggak pernah kepikiran selama hidupku ternyata masa perkuliahan adalah masa yang paling indah dan mustahil untuk dilupakan. Orangnya, tempatnya, cuacanya, momennya, semuanya. And it'll always fun to remember all those memories..