#xit shh

[xitsensunmoon]

A personal rant but being a good, somewhat experienced artist while having zero experience in writing genuinely feels so so embarrassing

Yes I did draw these cool pictures with these cool characters. Yes I do agree they're cool. C-can I what? Can I talk about them more? Umm uhhmm eeeffv no no they're really cool I promise!!! They're cool in my head!!! I PROMISE THEY'RE NOT JUST A DECORATION THEY HAVE A PERSONALITY

And If I do try and the quality of writing is palpably worse than the quality of art I feel like it just ruins the beauty of the drawings, too. Perishes

[xitsen]

Just letting people here know that I won't post any Hazbin content ever again, if you follow me for it you're free to leave because I'm not dealing with that fandom ever fucking again

[xitsensunmoon]

HOW TO GLAZE YOUR WORK WITHOUT A GOOD PC(or on mobile)/TIPS TO MAKE IT LESS VISIBLE

Glaze your work online on:

Cara app. It requires you to sign up but it is actually a good place for your portfolio. Glazing takes 3 minutes per image and doesn't require anything but an internet connection compared to 20-30 minutes if your pc doesn't have a good graphic card. There IS a daily limit of 9 pictures tho. Glazed art will be sent to you after it's done, by email. It took me 30 minutes to glaze 9 images on a default setting. Cara app is also a space SPECIFICALLY for human artists and the team does everything in their power to ensure it stays that way.

WebGlaze. This one is a little bit more complicated, as you will need to get approval from the Glaze team themselves, to ensure you're not another AI tech bro(which, go fuck yourself if you are). You can do it through their twitter, through the same Cara app(the easiest way) or send them an email(takes the longest). For more details read on their website.

Unfortunately there are no ways that I know of to use Nightshade YET, as it's quite new. Cara.app definitely works on implementing it into their posting system tho!

Now for the tips to make it less visible(the examples contain only nightshade's rendering, sorry for that!):

Heavy textures. My biggest tip by far. Noise, textured brushes or just an overlay layer, everything works well. Preferably, choose the ones that are "crispy" and aren't blurred. It won't really help to hide rough edges of glaze/nightshade if you blur it. You can use more traditional textures too, like watercolor, canvas, paper etc. Play with it.

Colour variety. Some brushes and settings allow you to change the colour you use just slightly with every stroke you make(colour jitter I believe?). If you dislike the process of it while drawing, you can clip a new layer to your colour art and just add it on top. Saves from the "rainbow-y" texture that glaze/nightshade overlays.

Gradients(in combination with textures work very well). Glaze/nightshade is more visible on low contrast/very light/very dark artworks. Try implementing a simple routine of adding more contrast to your art, even to the doodles. Just adding a neutral-coloured bg with a darker textured gradient already is going to look better than just plain, sterile digital colour.

And finally, if you dislike how glaze did the job, just try to glaze/shade it again. Sometimes it's more visible, sometimes it's more subtle, it's just luck. Try again, compare, and choose the one you like the most. REMEMBER TO GLAZE/SHADE AFTER YOU MADE ALL THE CHANGES, NOT BEFORE!!

If you have any more info feel free to add to this post!!

[xitsensunmoon]

Sobbing... Thank you kando....

[xitsensunmoon]

The thing that bugs me with like giving dca full coverage clothing designs is like. They're shirtless probably because of their light sensors. I'd assume they're spread over the body, so they can "feel" the percentage of light/darkness, to properly plan out their plays in theatre. That's why they're shirtless.

This opens up so many silly interactions tho. Like, what do you mean you can just throw a blanket over Sun to shut him up and then to just hear Moon giggle from under the blanket. What do you mean your animatronic can actually probably sneak out into the real world clothed in a baggy hoodie and no one really will notice. What do you mean Moon wearing a normal t-shirt would be like jail for Sun, too many light sensors on their torso are in the dark. Free the nipple!! LET HIM OUT. Can you imagine being topless because you NEED your tits to be out or YOU will be out. Anyway

[xitsensunmoon]

Dca saying "you are our world" but not in a romantic, heartwarming way. No, no.

You are quite literally their entire world. You tell them how it is, to be outside those walls.

How nice the sun feels on your skin. How there are flowers in any colour and shade. How nicely those flowers smell, not like those plastic ones inside the plex. How there's such thing as wind. How stars are actually big gas formations, millions of kilometres away from Earth. There's trees and grass and ponds and birds.

You're their little bridge to the outside. Their world. They cling to you like moth to a flame, desperate to find out more.

You fear that one day they'll find out just how often you lie to them. There's so much cruelty they shouldn't know about.

Part of you hopes they will never escape to see it with their own eyes.

[xitsensunmoon]

the autistic experience of not feeling human and being interested in non-human characters only because you feel like they're the only ones who truly get you. Like yes Dracula I also genuinely don't understand social rules of my own kind and honestly why even bother at this point. Let's just run away into your castle and kiss inside your coffin

[xitsensunmoon]

If you're a trump supporter unfollow me rn and forever pls I loathe you with my whole being

[xitsensunmoon]

This is so insanely funny to me💀💀 I should make a evolution grid for these fuckers.. where we started and where we are. AND YOU STILL DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THEM 😭😭😭😭(MY BAD)

[xitsensunmoon]

I love dca community mer trains. Like it's really enough for one person to post the fishes and everyone is like it's not may but FUCK IT LET'S FUCKING GOOO

[xitsensunmoon]

YESSSS ABSJHAHAB!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSS THEY FUCKING CAME IN

‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️IM SO HAPPY YESSS

[xitsensunmoon]

It was interesting to find out how mermaids on 4546B celebrated their birthdays. Or, at least, how Sun and Moon did.

Days were much shorter here, due to the planet's size. So, their "calendars" were very different from what you'd imagine.

The end of a week is marked by a full solar eclipse, weeks are much longer than just seven days. Working here full time would be hell, you think, as your PDA beeps in protest.

Months are counted by tides. The second, much larger moon, has a strong gravity pull, so a lot of animals feel the seasons change. Moon says you can feel it even deep underwater. You can't, really, but you take his word for granted, updating your data as he explains.

And finally, years. Just as on Earth, as the planet fully orbits the star, they count it as a year.

And for the first time since your arrival, a year later, they decide to celebrate your "birthday" on this planet. And since you couldn't calculate when exactly your real birthday would be you couldn't say no either, but it spiked the curiosity in you. You decided to count.

Approximately, one year here, is counted as three Earth.

Oh, you've been here for a while huh.

And so, it breeds questions in your head as fast as peepers do in your aquarium.

For how long do mermaids usually live, you decide to ask one day. They seem confused, at first, but their answer makes your jaw clench.

"For as long as you can grow."

It makes you shiver, thinking of the beasts in the Void. Would Sun and Moon grow that large one day?

Right, but how about numbers? Years.

They shrug, and your body tightens further.

Eclipse has been there since they remember, they say. The Sea Emperor outlived two different civilisations, you recall.

They really don't know. The harsh, aggressive environment could kill one in a day but it's...

It's in thousands.

Do they know humans don't live that long?

Do you have a heart to tell them?

...

They seem quite puzzled when you come up to them and ask to celebrate every seven months, instead of a full twenty one. Their eyes squint at you, trying to gain answers but you are unmovable.

You don't want your life to be divided by three.

You want them to remember every "year" celebrated, and have as many of these moments as your human body allows you.

A celebration of sharing your much shorter life with them.

They'll understand one day. And you hope they'll forgive you for not telling them sooner.

[xitsensunmoon]

I'm sobbing y'all look at these lil guys they are so teeny weeny. So teeny tiny. So weeny teeny. So litol. So shmol...

[xitsensunmoon]

....*eats the nugget* 👁️👄👁️

Jk jk! I have more! You all are cool af<33!!!

@starrspice @just-a-drawing-bean @kandidandi @skizabaa @bbonkie @juicyyyboxxx @nebuladreamz @darkxsoulzyx @silvermizuki @nefariouslydinkle

This is the Nugget of Friendship.

It is not given lightly. Yet I give it to you.

Yes. I mean YOU.

Now shoo.

Pass on the Nugget of Friendship.

[xitsensunmoon]

Ngl, Tumblr spoiled me. Posting on any other social platform and getting million likes but zero comments is an insane slap to the face.

Tumblr culture, lack of algorithm and sense of community is so, so rare and important. I love everyone who takes the time of their day to write a little comment, or some tags, or just a keyboard smash. I love you active Tumblr user

[xitsensunmoon]

Moon was never the one to use more words than needed.

Short, restrained and stingy. It didn't take long to get used to it. Truly, his soft glowing presence meant more to you than he'd ever know.

Sometimes, in the most deafening of nights, you had the honour to hold your breath and listen. Every syllable falling out of his voicebox left a strange weight on your shoulders you couldn't quite decipher. Yet, you treated his offerings like gold.

But mostly, he preferred to mimic the pale celestial body he represents. The silent, but attentive observer, always burning a hole in your back with its eyes.

You weren't alarmed. You were its favourite star after all.

Yet, secretly, it was something you deeply disliked about him. Part of you scraping at the back of your throat every time the room falls silent. And it's not that the calm bothered you. No. No.

You just wish you could hear his voice more often.

His raspy, rumbling tone scratching your brain so nicely, so right, your head snapping in its direction every damn time. Please, just one more word. The night is so much more beautiful when the moon is generous.

Sun said he wasn't always like this. Lullabies and storytellings, book readings and games, little ones falling asleep so swiftly under the gentle melody. Memories stored far away, tarnished with sorrow.

You wondered if there was anything to tug at the strings of his past self. To get him to talk more. To get him to want to talk more.

You wish you could take your words back. But the cost was too high, for him and for you.

...

Your hand cups the side of his faceplate, his voice, seeping into the air in endless vows and pleas, tirelessly infinite like the night itself. For the first time since you knew him, your ears could have him in his full glory.

You wish it wasn't so full of despair. So full of grief. So full of fear.

His hands cradle your body, so cold and sharp, like the gentlest of daggers. Your life spilling onto the bouncy floors in swirls of red.

You can't bring yourself to care. Your eyelids feel heavy, but his voice clings to your very soul, firmly holding onto you, snatching you from death's embrace. His voice, cradling you better than the fluffiest of graves.

His tears burn your cold face like acid. Your mouth moves as you choke on metallic tanginess, the words bleed onto your soaked shirt in language no one but ghosts can understand.

Please, don't cry. I love you. I love you. Your voice is so beautiful.

For once, you're the silent observer. For once, he's the one begging you to speak. He will not ask for forgiveness. Just keep your eyes on me.

Please, just one more word.

The sight of him, your world, fades into darkness. Your ribs nearly crack under the suffocating weight of his prayers. His voicebox whines and screeches, words inaudible but his.

It sounds like a song.

His last gift. Your last lullaby.

What a lovely sound to fall asleep to.