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[microfoxprime]

Looking for Fairies

Everyone looks for fairies, but what happens when the fairies find them?

This turned out way darker than I was expecting as it sort of wrote itself. The few times I write, I never write like this! Please pay attention to the trigger warnings!

Content / trigger warnings: Body Horror / Forced Transformation / Death of Self

You went on one of your frequent trips to the forest looking for fairies. You'd always believed in fairies, having heard the stories from your father and grandmother, but everyone in town laughed at you and your childish ideas.

This trip, however, a group of young thugs decided to follow you out of town. While not exactly stealthy, they were quiet enough that you didn't notice the sounds they made in your focus on your search - at least, not until a few moments before they shouted and surrounded you. The verbal insults didn't bother you, as used to them as you were, but the beating left you on the forest floor, spectacles broken as well as likely a rib or two. They laughed, giving each other high fives as they left.

Groaning, you pulled yourself up to sit, then carefully stood in the small clearing, gazing about at the now-blurry world that refused to come into focus as you tried to figure out how you were going to get back to town. Then your eyes widened as a glowing spot of fuzziness floated nearer to you, gradually becoming clearer.

Looking somewhat like a dragonfly constructed from twigs and spiderweb wings, the glowing creature approached you calmly. Your eyes widened as you heard it speaking, apparently to itself. The trip wasn't wasted, at least -- you've found a fairy, at long last!

When it comes close enough, you realize you can understand its speech somehow, despite it not actually speaking in your language. "It is injured. No, broken," it says in clicks and whistles, its large-eyed triangular head tilting from side to side. "So large. Fixing it will drain me."

A glimmer of hope blossomed. "Please," you asked in a croak, "please, can you help me?"

"It wants to be fixed! Ah, I cannot leave it behind. Very well."

With that, the glowing creature flitted forward the last few feet, alighting with three pairs of clawed feet on your chest where your shirt was ripped from the beating. Almost immediately, its glow intensified, then seemed to flow from its wings and body, through its legs, and into your chest. You felt warmth spread from the point of contact, slowly filling you up, although the pain and discomfort didn't seem to fade.

Then, with a tsk sound, it said, "It is too broken to fix all at once. I shall plant the seed and let it grow."

The warm feeling inside you seemed to almost solidify somehow: all of a sudden, you felt like you're trapped in honey, nearly immobilized. At the point of contact once again, you felt a momentary numbness, but that quickly shrank and solidified into a nugget of fiery pain that immediately began tracing a burning path down the inside of your chest. At your belly, it split into a pair of smaller halves, somehow more agonizing than it was as a larger single intruder, causing your face -- about the only thing you can move -- to contort as a scream forced itself out of your lungs.

The two kernels of pain continued downwards, leaving rivulets of fire in the nerves down each leg. When they reached your heels, they finally stopped moving, giving a moment of relief: they still hurt, but without the motion, it was easier to ignore and try to catch your breath.

Then the pain exploded again as you felt the skin of both heels pierced from the inside by growths reaching down into the loamy soil. At the same time, you could feel tendrils exploring inside you from each heel, spreading new shards of pain through your feet, then agonizingly slowly starting their way up each leg.

The fairy's wings abruptly buzzed into motion and it lifted back off your chest, nodding to itself. "It's a start. It will take time, but its proper form will regrow within the season."

As it flew away, the feeling of being trapped lessened some. It didn't go away completely, but you could move a bit -- or at least try. You quickly realized, however, that you could not move your feet, as you discovered that they were literally rooted to the ground. You could not feel your heels or ankles anymore, and the visible skin beneath the cuffs of your pants had turned to a dark, rough bark. The numbness was spreading slowly through your feet, and you could feel it starting to extend up your legs. As if suddenly remembering your voice, you tried calling out, shouting hoarsely for help, for anyone to come. You could feel its progress up your legs, slow enough that your horrified mind realized just how long you would be feeling this before you were completely subsumed.

Your screams lasted until your throat was raw, then continued as croaks, then whimpers as days turned to weeks, until you could feel nothing more than the sun on your branches and the nutrient-rich earth surrounding your deep, stable roots.

[graegrape]

hm

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doll's tea party follow up to this

[just-a-tiny-bun]

Decided to do a few promptober drawings after all! At least while I have the time and energy x3 Today's theme is Soothe so I drew Jac talking with a tired Richard here. Honestly hoping to get back into drawing and writing about these two regularly again.

Promptlist was made by @bittykimmy13

[y0url0c41n3rd]

YIPPPEEE HAPPY GHOST SWAPPPP!!! This is my first ghost swap ever, so I hope I did a good job :D. Shout out to @fyeahghosttrick for hosting it!! Now with further ado here are my drawings:

First prompt: Lynne drawn in a really old anime style with bishie sparkle, from an anonymous user. (I added a bonus Sissel reaction)

I wanted to draw something different from my usual style so here we go!

Second prompt: Any character from the No Deal Yomiel AU, from @sunnyaliceart

Who gave this man a microphone?!? Anyways here’s Yomiel singing his heart away. First, I thought it was fitting that No Deal Yomiel would sing “The Other Side of Hollywood” by Julie and the Phantoms. Second, I was slightly inspired by one comic that the prompter made where No Deal Yomiel try’s to convince normal Yomiel to be just like him. That’s why I thought the song I chose was fitting. Plus I love this AU a lot it’s so well thought out :)

[giant-tiny-fiber-friends]

Craft Room for Tinies

@taters169 reminded me of this video that I've been meaning to share! (If the link doesn't go to the segment directly like I hope, it's marked in the timeline as "Giant sewing decor" ^^ )

Being more of a textile person, seeing builds like these is so fascinating to me. I can't get over how much dedication went into all the not-so-little details of each and every giant prop! And the fact that some of it is practical as well, using the huge thread spools to store actual thread.

I want literally everything that this person makes, and I'll definitely keep a lot of this in mind for the far-off dream of my own craft room in the future!

[shrimper]

ghost trick dunmeshi au

^ reference images

[kbthebearcat]

Donald realizing he has made a GRAVE ERROR in rescuing @oathborngt’s Herne.

I was debating on posting this because it was thrown together in like a few minutes and it looks like it hgnghgn☠️ But it does make me laugh and it made Oath laugh too so maybe it’ll do the same for some others….😅 The original audio is from Regular Show by the way, and taken from here!

[pipinpali]

,,I found this in my files

Idk what else to say

[chlodriendump]

Golden Trio: Treasure Hunters AU Part 2

First encounter with Papillon after they managed to find the Grimoire from the museum Chloe works at

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Lifeboat 11 Slow Morning

[Also on Ao3]

Wholesome stuffs ahead! be warned~!

Chapter Eleven:

Lana was pretty sure if there was magic, she was staring at it. 

Magic was a science you did not understand yet? Right? 

Lana definitely did not understand what she was seeing. Close, but not fully understanding how it worked, and Sesa admitted to not knowing more than the basics of ‘it stores energy.’ She was very careful not to touch the wide rock in the inset of the table she was sitting beside. It was some sort of wood, but carved not twenty minutes ago by the giant woman. Simple and more desk like, with two thick solid legs on either side instead of thinner four legs designs. Big enough that Lana could sit or stand beside it, mostly because the top was in two levels. Likely from how the wood was cut. It made an interesting half table, half countertop with each half being several feet long and wide. The lower section beside the ‘step’ had a curved bowl-like section that was filled with some black sand from the main cooking area. The wide, foot or so ‘chip’ of almost shale like rock resting on that, and producing heat seemingly from nowhere.

“Should I make you a better table?” Sesa offered from where she was standing in front of the cooking stove top on the other side of the sink from Lana.

“It’s working,” Lana assured, examining the clay dishes that came from the store. If she remembered right, it was the store owner’s daughter that made them? They were a pretty light blue color, but had multi blue speckles all over on the inside and outside with the glaze. It was about the size of a large cake pan to Lana, in a rough rectangle shape with rounded edges. Without any other cooking pans, she had it on top of the ‘heat stone’ as Sesa explained to heat up.

Where the other, slightly too big clay and wood dishes came from Lana was not sure, but she had used a few to get some of the butter and oil from Sesa. It was a bit awkward to reach into an offered, gigantic dish, and bowl to get the things. Lana wondered if she could make a set of dishes a bit better, or how long that would take to do. 

Thankfully she had a few small utensils in her bag, from the lifeboat ration packets. As well as a few leftover chopsticks from the day of the fairy and just having a bad habit of hoarding them in her backpack. They were at least clean, and even if the other utensils were plastic it was something. 

“You asked for sweetener? Sugar?” Sesa’s voice spoke up again, looking over at the spot on the counter that was now for Lana’s set up. Tilting her head to watch the bitta cutting up one of the berries from the day before. 

Lana looked up, brightening up, “Yes please!”

Sesa could not help but smile, looking down at the tan colored sugar in its container. Paused and then picked up a spoon to scoop some and offer near the tiny table. Sesa still thought she could do better, but was noticing how Lana was using the upper section to organize the full cups and bowls. The bitta was picking up one of the empty cups from the Weaver’s home that SEsa took to make it look like a bitta had…come.

Wow, her habits were going to be confusing, with a real bitta around.

Lana was walking over and carefully filling one of the wooden bowls with the sugar. The human had to pick up the crystals and stack them in the bowl really, looking a bit confused then impressed. Lana held up one of the larger crystals, amazed as she held it to the light from the nearest window looking at the shimmering golden tan color that was mostly transparent. “Wow… I didn’t know sugar could have crystals as big as this.”

“Yeah?” Sesa blinked, looking again at the spoon and what lana was picking out, “Oh, I did not process this bag, it’ll have different sizes. All done?”

“Yep!” Lana looked at her heaping bowl of the assorted big sugar crystals. She giggled and walked back to the back to her table. “It shouldn't be hard to break down.”

Sesa stared at the spoon for a moment, then had an idea. Putting the spoon in the sweetener container. “I have an Idea… I don’t through away several things… here you stay here.”

Lana tilted her head, puzzled, but shrugged as she watched Sesa walk away from the ‘stovetop’ in the counter and walked to one of the buffet-like hutches along the wall. One looked to have some dishes and other such cooking things like. It was closer to the counter and where Sesa had pulled a pan out of. The second had what looked like different storage containers, and Sesa reached up into the top cabinet shelf, pulling down a sanded and oiled stained wooden crate. Much smaller than the one from the boat, the clinking of glass inside had Lana's attention and curiosity.

“What's that?” 

Sesa chuckled as she came back, setting the box down by the sink and then checked her own pan. The butter inside was melting but not fully ready. Turning back, Sesa picked up a few of the smallest of the glass jars inside, a little bit dusty but the inside was clean as she showed the Bitta. “So, I come across a decent amount of wishboats. Some put goodies inside instead of a letter, like shiny shells, rocks or some of these. Little jars used in the bigger towns and cities.” 

Lana hesitated before daring to come over, though she had her spare shorts on and her own swimsuit on, it felt weird walking around. Or rather walking around on someone else's countertop with a swimsuit instead of clothes that were drying in the sun on the table. Not that Sesa seemed to mind or notice so likely it was just her own hangups. Lana looked at what was offered, picking up what looked like a big fancy jar at a craft store. 

It was about a foot tall and wide for Lana and made of a clear, slightly blue tinted glass. With a glass lid that sat over the top and would twist a bit, but that was now partly between Sesa's fingers. The jar is just slightly oblong, like it was handmade.

Finger-made?

Lana bit back the giggles and set the jar down, taking the other two from Sesa's hand and looked them over. One was about the same size, the other a little taller. It reminded her of those little single surviving jars of jam and honey from some restaurants.

“Maybe you can use them to store some dry stuff your size?” Sesa offered, thought for a moment and added, “Your size… stores… flour is the same- ah… so you have something and not depend on me? For everything that is.”

The tiny Bitta looked up, watching the bigger woman before grinning and laughed. Covered her mouth, before gathering herself and grinned, “I think I know what you mean. This is a good idea, not that I have a lot of things any more, but cooking on my own is nice.”

“I was thinking,” Sesa set a few jars down and used one that did not have a lid to scoop some of the cake batter from her bowl. Made sure it did not have any big drippings before setting it on the lower section of Lana’s current table. Sesa snorted, “I’ve been having to think a lot more than normal really, this last day.”

“Tell me about it,” Lana agreed in a low voice to herself, daring to taste the batter. Not moving to cook it though as she gathered up the peach slices to put in the pan. Looking up to show that she was still listening to Sesa though, even as she picked up one of the crystals of sugar. Getting a nice solid seeming ‘cup’ and one of the slightly too big bowls. 

“Is that crate from yesterday an okay size for you?” Sesa asked, watching how Lana was improvising the bowl and cup like a minuscule mortar and pestle. Breaking the large sugar into what seemed like a fine powder, and sprinkled it onto the cut up berry. ‘Peach’ as the bitta called it.

What was she doing?

“I guess? It's like a big high ceiling, but small store? Big room.” Lana said, using the chopsticks to help stir the fruit and get it to cook and caramelize with the sugar. 

“I was thinking, I can move a few things and attach the lid, make a door. Would it be okay for you to have your own space?” Sesa asked, starting to make her own cakes on her pan. It felt nice to talk and cook with someone else around, not exactly like when John was there. He liked to cook with Sesa but at the same time with the damage to his vocal cords the man was not inclined to talk a lot, but did like to listen.

Lana paused to look up, startled and then thought about it, turning to look over at where the crate of safety had been placed on the massive table. “Would it be safe? Okay? From here it looks like the crate takes up a lot of space.”

Sesa glanced back, “I just made it not long ago, three days ago? It wasn’t used for any fish yet. Just you’ve been in there.”

“Will it bit trouble?” Lana asked unsure.

Sesa hummed and looked down, golden eyes soft, “I can put it between some of the pots, and one on top. With the lid on it would look like a plant stand. Your door could be hidden too.”

“I kinda like that idea.” Lana thought, and then asked, “What about light?”

“I should have some little light crystals that are used in the bitta house… models. Garden houses?”

Lana giggled again, paused herself as she almost belatedly recognized what was said. “Light… crystal?”

“It’s old fashioned, like the hot rocks, but I don’t have to worry about that electric stuff.” Sesa hummed, “Long as I let the crystals recharge in daylight, its a good way to keep things lit at night. Some of the chips are small enough for you. To light what you want. We can play with it. Maybe use some of the stuff from the garden to give you rooms. Won't be hard to make something either. I have a lot of workable wood and soft stone.”

“You make it sound easy,” Lana looked up, the peach slices turning a nice dark color instead of the paper kind. She moved to get it all gathered up in a smooth wooden bowl. Getting as much juice, now syrup as she could before adding some more butter. She started to make some of the cakes herself as Lana did not feel sick from the batter. Though she had eaten the bread the day before.

“It is?” Sesa answered, “I've been making… little Bitta things for a long time. And it's… fun to make small things when in down time. More so in winter. It might not be exactly what you're used to though.”

Lana thought of the fairy garden decorations she regularly saw in craft stores. “That's fine, and from what little I saw from the table, in those pots, it looked cute.”

“You're not bothered?” Sesa asked but seemed relieved.

“A hobby is a hobby,” Lana shrugged, honestly it that bothered now that she linked it to the fairy gardens. “It doesn't seem like you're hurting anyone as far as I can tell.”

“Do you have any hobbies?” Sesa asked, wondering to herself what Lana did to the berry and sugar. It did not look like a jam exactly.

“Mostly around plants. Getting cuttings from trees to root and grow is fun.” Lana paused as she thought about it, she did like landscaping now. “I like… liked going on some hikes, seeing what animals and plants I can identify. I used to also go foraging with friends but we didn't do it last fall because of finals.” 

“I've gotten good at foraging,” Sesa chuckled, but did not expand on it.

“Yet there's a ton of corn growing wild,” Lana grinned up, some of those bigger ones are… hot damn the kernels from those are almost as big as my pinky! You could use them like rice. Others seemed fresh, like they grew decent, others were dried? How they did that in the same plant is fascinating!”

Sesa laughed softly, pausing to give the Bitta an amused expression. Not fully understanding all that was said, the words yes, but terms? References to kernels and…corn… “What is rice?”

Lana gasped, looking up, almost missing to flip her little drop sized cakes. “You don't have rice? It's…it's like a whole seed, really good in half of every food dish I know. This is weird…”

“Whole seeds…. Like grain seeds?” Sesa asked, giving her pan an experimental shake to see how the cakes were cooking and if they would slide yet. Look around the giant woman reached for a small jar to the side of the sink and set it near but not right beside Lana. “Like these? I sometimes find whole seeds in the flour.”

Lana stared, looking puzzled as she started to step over. Remembered what she was doing and got her sized cakes in a bowl-plate. Then she moved to look inside the jar through the tinted glass. Marveling at the, to her, massive seeds that were at least the size of her own hand. It would be about grain or rice size to the giant, as wheat was to Lana. “This… is a grain?”

“One of… two? Three?” Sesa paused, “I think there's three. I never got a chance to grow them. What's here is just what I found in the flour, not sure they can sprout.”

“They don’t look bad,” Lana tilted her head back and forth as she studied what could be done through the glass. The lid was just that bit too heavy for Lana to move on her own, and at a sound from above, backed up to let Sesa lift the heavy chunk of glass that was the lid. As it was set aside, and the giant woman turned back to her pan again, Lana reached in. Just able to lift one of the seeds out to look over, sniffing it and inspecting the massive thing.

“Judgment?” Sesa asked, chuckling as she plated up her pancakes. Looking for the bigger jar for the honey.

“I think they can sprout, they don’t smell rancid or seem bad,” Lana hummed, setting the seed back in the ‘little’ jar almost as tall as she was. Lana really had to fight the cat-like instinct to want to see what she could fit into now in this gigantic place. 

“Everything cooked?” Sesa asked, looking at the little table and seeing how Lana nodded, “Lets eat before getting your area set up, and make some furniture for you, today.”

“That sounds like a plan!” Lana smiled, trying to be positive as she dumped the caramelized fruit into the bigger curved plate. She blinked as a massive hand was held mostly flat for Lana, still needing a moment to brace herself, carefully climbing on the hand. “This is so strange.”

“Mhm,” Sesa agreed, trying her damned best to keep both hands steady, one with the bitta, the other her breakfast.

[borrowedtimeandspace]

To All a Good Night

AU: The Donna Trilogy | If I Could Turn Back Time

Note: Merry Christmas! Oh, too early? Um, Happy Mother's Day! ...Still too early? Welp.

~~~

London, 1851

Christmas dinner was pleasant.

The Doctor hadn't been to one, a proper one, since the Powell Estate. Since the Tylers. Since Rose…

It really did hit the spot, though. Particularly after yet another valiant effort to save the human race and London in particular in the wee hours of Christmas morning.

With that in mind, the Doctor wasn't sure if this could technically be called ‘dinner’, but it was something warm on the belly, and well deserved. Not just for the Doctor, but for Rosita and Jackson Lake and his small son, Frederic.

Once the boy had proper food in him after not being fed well in so long, he grew incredibly sleepy. Rosita offered to take him to bed, leaving the Doctor and Jackson alone at the table.

“You know, Doctor” Jackson spoke up gently. “Of all the fantastical things I saw in your life, there was something that has rather puzzled me.”

The Doctor arched an eyebrow quizzically at Jackson. Like he said, in over nine hundred years of the Time Lord traveling through time and space, it was interesting that a nineteenth-century man force-fed knowledge of the highlights of such a life would fixate on only one thing. “What’s that?”

Jackson gave a sheepish chuckle and turned his attention to the half-full cup of wine he still had left. “As you know, sir, I would dream about your life, the things you'd seen and the people you'd met. Oftentimes I would witness the horrors that you had, but once in a while, a blessed few of the lovely things you've seen and people you've known would shine through.” He glanced toward the Doctor, who could tell there was more but Jackson almost seemed embarrassed to bring it up.

“Lately, I'd begun to catch glimpses of something, or I think someone quite peculiar. Looked very much like any human woman might, only she seemed to stand about this high.” Jackson lifted one hand to hold horizontally above the table surface at just over four inches. 

Under the table, one of the Doctor’s hands clenched into a fist, but he let Jackson continue. 

“Now, I'd seen and understood that otherworldly creatures exist, things far more bizarre than this young lady. There was something about her, however, that gave me the impression that she was of this world.” Again, that bashful smile. “But that's quite silly, isn't it?”

“So silly,” the Doctor was quick to agree. “Impossible, even, at least on Earth. Maybe out there in the stars, but not here. Not on evolution's watch.”

Though the Time Lord forced an amused grin, he was in desperate deflection mode. He knew exactly who Jackson saw, and it was somebody he'd lost very recently. He tried to close out the pain and move forward but…

Out of anyone here, he knew Jackson might understand. He'd lived as the Doctor for a short while, and acted very bravely and selflessly in doing so. And right then, with all those fresh and painful feelings bubbling up at the reminder of who he'd lost, the Doctor wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth. To talk about one of the strongest people he knew, even if she might also be the smallest.

For all she'd been through, the emotional and physical torment she'd endured in her longer than average life, Zepheera wanted nothing more than to help others. She had more setbacks to deal with besides her four and a half inches in height by the time the Doctor met her. They became friends, and worked through it all with Donna’s help. Zepheera more than held her own when push came to shove. Even became a commanding yet comforting presence in friendly company, size be damned.

Now she and Donna were both gone. Donna forgot all about the Doctor after he wiped her mind, and Zepheera…

Earlier in the night, Jackson had inquired about his current lack of companionship. The Doctor had answered honestly, as much as he could with someone he'd just met and might not see again. He'd had Zepheera in mind when he vaguely mentioned, “Some of them, I've lost…”

That was as much as he dared talk about her, though, especially with this particular line of questioning from Jackson. Because it wasn't just about Zepheera at that point.

She was a borrower. A member of a species of humanoid beings that existed in miniature, most living under five inches in height. They survived by living in secret from the much larger human beings, hiding amongst them and surviving on what little they could scavenge. Most often, this came in the form of sneaking into human dwellings through the walls and under the floors and nicking small things that they found useful, stealing tiny amounts of food and supplies to get by. Things that wouldn't be missed or were easily replaced.

Only they evidently decided that ‘stealing’ was a rather harsh word, and so dubbed the practice as borrowing.

Remaining a secret from humanity was vital to their survival. If humans were to catch on, some might see the smaller folk as a nuisance or vermin leeching off of them, treat them as oddities to be studied or kept on display, or even as pets. The Doctor was unfortunately aware that this would eventually be the case centuries from now, as Zepheera had lived through some of those worst case scenarios. He'd be damned if he potentially brought that about even earlier by talking openly about borrowers, even just to gush about the one he knew and loved as a friend.

Even to someone he trusted, like Jackson.

The Doctor gave a shrug to try and wave the whole thing off as politely as he was capable of doing. “Best guess, your fugue state worked with your subconscious to make up something fantastical. Maybe to balance out the bad dreams, give you something whimsical to think about when you woke up.”

“...Yes. That must be right,” said Jackson at length after studying the Doctor for a moment. He shook his head and took up his cup of wine, holding it up between himself and the Doctor. “A toast, then,” he offered, “to those we've loved and lost.”

The Doctor blinked at him, but recovered by holding his own barely touched cup in a similar manner. It was an odd feeling, probably brought on by the way Jackson had been so convinced that he and the Doctor were one and the same, but he had a way of seeing through the Time Lord’s attempt to deflect from the topic. And he accepted it anyway, because he knew there was a reason.

“In their memory,” added the Doctor.

Jackson nodded, letting his cup clink against the Doctor's. “May they live on in our hearts.”

They toasted solemnly, both ending up with a small smile as they set down their drinks.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was Christmas. Maybe it was the simple bond the two men felt as they pondered their respective losses. 

Jackson's wife, Caroline, killed by the Cybermen… Zepheera, lost to time… Though they couldn't be recovered, the two men were of one mind about one thing.

Somehow, the worst was the furthest from their minds in that moment, and all they could think about were the good times. Laughter and thrill and joy and honesty. Gratitude that, though it was now over, all that time was theirs to keep close and hold tight.

The memories brought Jackson and the Doctor a good deal of comfort as their feast came to an end, and for a long while after their ways parted.

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human friend cooking with their minigiant friend in the minigiant's kitchen the human friend has to stand on something to even reach the counter, and reaching any of the cabinets is another thing entirely. their bigger friend has to get stuff from the shelves for them (or else just lift their friend so they can pick out whatever they need) and has to help with lifting the heavier pots and pans.

[chiptrillino]

hello there! can i ask you what app do you use to draw and what are your favorite brushes if it’s not too much trouble? :D

i used photoshop for a long time. official CC and cracked versions but things got to pricy or kept braking so i switched to Clip Studio Paint. Its a good program all in all i like it but it takes some time getting used to everything. i have this post about what brush i like to use and how LINK but so far i couldn't manage to recreate it in CSP yet and the settings are still a bit to new to me. but i like the SOL brush so far the most. probably uhm... idk just for understanding. i use an intuous 4 tablet. its like... old but works like one the first day. so nothing fancy with a screen in it or something.

[synthaphone]

The Pokemon HOME app limiting random features and information to either the mobile or console versions is SO clunky and annoying.

My goal: to check which of my favorite Pokemon and shinies stored in HOME don't have the Paldea Champion Ribbon yet, so I can bring those into Scarlet and get it for them. But! You can only view what ribbons a Pokemon has on the mobile version of the software! And you can't move Pokemon to your switch games from mobile!!! So you have to:

quit out of the console app, if you opened it already because you thought this would be a relatively simple task

open the app on mobile

manually document which Pokemon don't have the ribbon- like, on a piece of paper or something

close the mobile app (you can't have both versions of the app open simultaneously)

open the app on console

move them from HOME into Scarlet, referring to aforementioned list

Now you might say "There is a custom tag feature in Pokemon HOME! You could apply a tag to the Pokemon you plan to move instead of making a physical note on a piece of paper!" But unfortunately, the only aspect of the tag you can see on the console version is the color- the name of the tag isn't visible. and I'm already using every color of tag available

(also: you can only make and apply tags on mobile. other mobile exclusive things: wonder trade and gts, viewing 90% of achievements, viewing models, switching between a pokemon's stats for different games it can go in without switching what game you're planning on moving things between)

[kingofthering]

3-days weekend let’s go ✨