#fine i’ll do it myself /ref

[kayclipse]

my version of swapfell sans AND HE IS A GOOD BROTHER🗣️🗣️🗣️

#undertale #sans #undertale au #swapfell sans #swapfell #I can never find good art of him where he isnt terrible #fine i’ll do it myself /ref #click for better quality #my art #art #digital arwork #digital art #paint tool sai

[chlotual]

#for ref my dad is going out of town today n wont be back until tmrw evening so i’ll have the house to myself for a while. so i was thinking #of asking some ppl to hang out cuz i do get lonely. but also i have class later today from 6 to 9:30 pm n i wont get home until after 10 #so im wondering if that time is too late for hangouts n i shld just wait until tmrw afternoon or smth to hang out. or if its fine #help a gal outttt

[thefirstforgottenpages]

I Learn From The Best

Authors note: hhhhhh was on a flight and that’s enough time to write a long fic sooooo buckle up buttercups

Also MAJOR disclaimer, I may have “beef” with liv for injuring Rhea, but under no circumstance condone the threats and harassment she’s getting. At the end of the day it should never be that deep… 

Warnings: Rhea Ripley x fem reader smut, wrestler! Reader, mommy/mami kink, oral, fingering, praise, squirting, swearing, liv morgan (she’s an opp rn lmao), 

“Baby I’m gonna be just fine.” You offhandedly shrug your response to Rhea and continue to punch at your training dummy. Rhea shakes her head at your cockiness, smirking as she steps in front of you, forcing you to stop your aggressive jabs. You were scheduled to fight Liv Morgan later today, and wanting nothing more than to avenge Rhea, you were putting in your all. A small grin graces your features as Rhea reaches out, grabbing your waist and pulling you in, careful to be gentle with her sprained shoulder. “You’re so hot when you’re feral.” Rhea jokes with a low chuckle. You roll your eyes, but nonetheless lean into the strong arms of your girlfriend.

“I’ll riptide her to get the message across.” You snort fiddling with Rhea’s layered necklaces—something you know she secretly loves, “she’ll think it’s you reincarnated.” You continue. Rhea shakes her head amused by your antics. “C’mon I got you food.” She says gesturing to the exit to the gym. You lick your lips, happy to have a distraction from the strenuous workout. Huffing, you agree, grabbing her hand and letting her drag you towards the door.

You felt little nerves about the match as it approached. Training with Dominik, Damian and Finn had helped up your pain tolerance and get into the mindset of a smaller opponent, now knowing how Liv’s thought process would be. So as you got ready, you allowed your mind to wander to what you were going to do after the match. Or, rather, more accurately, who was going to do you after the match. Your cheeks warmed at the thought of the lewd promises that were whispered to you. “Just a little motivation.” Rhea had purred to you earlier. “Motivation indeed.” You grin you yourself as you make your way backstage. 

Bouncing on the balls of your feet you wait for your music to play, when it does, you make the your way to the ring, a sinister smile gracing your lips as you eye Liv up. Your smile turns more genuine however, when you see Rhea sitting first row. With the coolness of her persona, she nods back in acknowledgement, but the arousing glint in Rhea’s blue eyes told more. They reminded you to the hopefully eventful night you had ahead of you. Winking at her, you slip into the ring waiting for the bell to start the match.

Being the favorite, the crowd was screaming itself hoarse for you, but an awed hush fell as you displayed your strength yet again in the match by throwing Liv like a rag doll. You found yourself laughing darkly as you sauntered to her crumpled form. You hoisted her up, making sure your next words were loud enough for the mics to pick up 

“Oh and this one’s from Rhea.” You spit before slamming her into Rhea’s signature pin. The crowd’s responding roar was even more deafening than before. You stuck your tongue out suggestively, eyes once more scanning the crowd before they found Rhea’s prideful gaze. As the ref called the three count, you beamed, throwing Liv’s legs to the side before walking with authority out of the ring. 

“Fucked that girl right up!” Dominik laughed as you got backstage, “couldn’t have done it better myself!” He grins childishly as you laugh. Damien voiced similar regards to your skill, but with less vulgarity laced in his words. “Did good kid,” he chuckled musing your hair as you received a happy punch to the arm from Finn. You then gasped as you felt a hand smooth over the curve of your hip. You know who it is before a different, knowing smile spreads on your face. Your name is cooed softly in your ear before a soft kiss is placed on your cheek. Your face blooms red as you tuck your chin into your chest. “The riptide was a nice touch.” Rhea says wrapping her arms around you. Her fingers dance nimbly up your sides, being sure to brush against any exposed skin your wrestling outfit flaunted.

“I learn from the best you know.” Your cheeky reply has her snorting, nudging her face into your neck.  The soft swirl of arousal in your belly that you get from the simple affection has you mentally face palming, but, with Rhea looking like she wants to eat you alive, it seems that your sentiment is returned. “Fucking hell get a room!” Finn’s disgusted groan has you and Rhea pulling sharply away from each other. Damian said nothing, but the knowing look he gave Rhea had her shrugging, a little bit red, and shaking her longer hair to cover her face. 

“Maybe we will.” You mumble softly, eyes immediately widening at the boldness of your self-inflicted embarrassment. Much to your relief however, the group of guys only laugh, unaware to the sincerity that lies behind your jest. 

Rhea was well aware of your slip up, you watch in badly suppressed lust as her jaw clenched and she shifts her legs tighter together. Her hand on your hip travels lower and you nearly arch at the warm sensation. When you let out a shaky breath, Rhea coughs, speaking up to address the group. “We’ll catch up with you guys later… we’re going back to the hotel.”  Her quick excuse has them nodding offhandedly, not understanding the underlying implications. 

Rhea smiles at you coyly as you nudge your side into hers and she hails a taxi your way quirking her brow as you hurriedly get inside. “What’s got you in a rush doll?” Rhea pretends to fix her black lipstick, swiping two fingers over her plump lips, she holds your gaze as she does so, smirking as you shift in your seat. Her teasing has you pouting prettily, blinking up at her as you pray for the trip back to be shorter than physically possible.

As soon as you were in the hotel room, no time was wasted. All it took was one look of hunger from Rhea and you were hurriedly ridding yourself of the complicated strappy garment you had on. Her rushed hands brushed over your body. You moaned at her eagerness, already too enraptured to care if you sounded needy. You knew she wanted this just as much as you did. “Does—oh-does your shoulder hurt?” Even in this state your concern shines through the pleasure. Rhea silences your worries with a biting kiss before she shakes her head.

“Always worried about me, yeah?” Rhea’s tone sounds cocky, but the affectionate kisses she then places on your cheeks tell a different story. “Always.” You confirm breathless, carefully helping her remove her own shirt. The pathway to the bed was strewn with various articles of clothing, and Rhea chuckles in satisfaction as you push her onto the bed. 

You giggle as she flips the both of you over, caging your body beneath hers as she presses her lips to your now bare chest.  “You look good like this.” Rhea’s voice has dropped to a deep rasp as she eyes the black lipstick marks she’s left on your smooth skin.

“Just good?” You bait, a dizzy smile on your blushed face. Rhea only looks smug before her hand trails up to your throat. The whimper you let out as she does so is loud and drawn out. “Beautiful actually.” Rhea clarifies grinning wider at your state, her other hand slowly trails down below your stomach. 

“I— holy fuck!” Your plea is cut short when Rhea’s skilled fingers shut you up. You arch into her hand as she finds your clit, “What was that darling?” It’s cruel because Rhea knows you can’t answer in this state. And as her middle and ring finger circle your soaked hole, you shake your head vigorously not being able to form a response. “Good girl,” she praises you simply, but your body reacts to her words blatantly. “Rhea…” you trail off unintelligibly and the whine in your voice has her groaning softly and rutting against the mattress as she pleasures you. “You’re so fucking tight sweetheart.” Rhea sighs as she curls her fingers.

Your eyes roll back as she rubs against your g-spot. “F-fuck mommy!” You choke out hand coming up to grip Rhea’s that was still delicately wrapped around your throat. “Feels good hmm?” Rhea questions, leaning closer to bite into your neck. No doubt leaving hickeys that you would have trouble covering up tomorrow. Your breath hitches once more as she adds another finger to your pussy. Your brain is moving slower than honey, the only thing that’s registering is how fucking good Rhea is finger fucking you. The lewd sounds that she was milking out of you would be embarrassing if you weren’t already so close to coming undone. You were quick to cover your face with your hands as Rhea noticed your change in demeanor. “Your gonna cum for me?” Even though Rhea voices it as a question, it’s more of a statement because she knows you will. “Yes—please Rhea-mommy please!” Your mewls are pornographically loud and Rhea moans at your neediness. “Since you asked so nicely.” She purrs to you before her thumb circles your clit with a precision that sends you over the edge moaning her name.

You were still drunk on the pleasure as you pulled Rhea in, your fingers gliding through her silky hair as you kissed her. She allows you to push her gently back once more as you grab at her plush thighs. As you inch further down, you’re keenly aware of the needy gasps that slip past Rhea’s parted lips. “Baby… please?” Her soft question is barely audible causing you giggle at her insistence. But you can’t deny her. How could you? Rhea chokes as you place several open mouthed kisses into her dripping cunt. “You’re a—a fucking tease.” She manages, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You press your lips to her inner thigh before you respond, voice as coy as ever.

“I learn from the best.”

#rhea ripley #Rhea ripley smut #wwe smut #Rhea Ripley x reader #Rhea ripley x reader smut #wwe fanfiction #Rhea ripley fan fiction #rhea ripley fanfiction #Rhea ripley wwe #Rhea ripley x fem!reader #Rhea ripley fic

[delusionalfanficwriter]

fever

The stadium was alive with the roar of the crowd, and the adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I sprinted down the field, chasing after the ball. It was a crucial game against Spain, and I was determined to give it my all. But something felt off. My movements seemed sluggish, and my head was pounding with each stride.

I shook off the discomfort, thinking it was just pre-game nerves, but it wasn't long before my vision started to blur, and my legs felt like lead. I couldn't afford to let my team down so I did what I do best and fought through it.

I kept pushing myself, desperately trying to ignore the mounting fatigue and the feeling of my body betraying me. I wasn't about to be the weak link on the field.

It was Sonnett who noticed first. Playing in college together, we practically knew the in and outs of each other. As I jogged past her, I saw the concern in her gaze but looked away guilty until a player on Spain’s team went down and I made my way to the sidelines for water.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Sonnett asked, her voice laced with worry.

I tried to muster a convincing smile. "Yeah, Sonnett, I'm fine. Just a bit tired."

But she wasn't buying it. She could see right through my facade. "You're shivering, Y/N. Something's not right."

I brushed off her concern, attempting to maintain my composure. "It's nothing, really. I just need to push through."

Sonnett didn't let it go. She knew I was too stubborn for my own good. "Y/N, you're not being weak by asking for help or taking a break. Your health is more important. Let's get you off the field."

“NO, SONNETT!” I snap, the fever coursing its way through my body. I see her taken aback and so am I but I try to not let it show because I know she definitely knows something is up as I rarely raise my voice. 

“Chill, Y/N.” She says before the ref signals we can resume the game and I make my way to the field. I can’t help but notice Emily talking to Tobin, Christen, and O’Hara while they look at me… Yup, I’m screwed. 

I try to ignore the concerned faces on the sidelines and keep playing. I defend well until Putellas body checks me and Carmona comes from the opposite direction causing my body to be jostled around until I hit the ground. I hear the commotion of my teammates yelling at the ref to card the players while Kristie and Naeher check on me, bringing me to my feet. All the motion caused my already fevered head to be boggled and the dizziness hits before I go sprinting out to our sideline. I barely make it to the trashcan by the benches before I empty the contents of my stomach. Hands immediately rub my back as another hands me a towel.

“You’re okay, Y/N. Get it all out.” I hear Christen say.

“C-oldd.” I whimper with my hands gripping the trashcan afraid if I let go, I’ll collapse. Sonnett takes off her big jacket and places it over my shoulder within seconds before wiping the hair from my face so she can make eye contact with me. 

She hisses as her fingertips graze my forehead, “You knew you had a fever didn’t you? And you still played? Y/N, you can’t be doing things like this.”

I nod, not really being able to focus on her words, “Can you help me back to the lockers before I puke again or collapse.” I whisper, all the adrenaline wearing off. 

Sonnett and Christen didn’t hesitate to lead me towards the locker room, their concern never wavering. I was still shivering, my body weakened by the fever and the strain of the game, and they wrapped their arms around me to provide support.

The fluorescent lights inside the locker room were harsh compared to the stadium's floodlights, and I winced as we entered. They gently guided me to a bench and began to help me change out of my soaked uniform and into a warm sweatsuit.

Christen and Sonnett exchanged worried glances as they tried to get through to me, but I could barely comprehend their words. Everything felt muffled and distant, and my thoughts were a jumbled mess.

Sonnett's voice was patient but laced with frustration. "Y/N, you need to let us know when you're not feeling well. Playing with a fever is dangerous, and it doesn't make you a better teammate."

Christen continued, her tone equally concerned. "We rely on you, but we also need you to rely on us when things like this happen. We can't help if you keep it to yourself."

I tried to nod in understanding, but my movements were sluggish and my vision was still hazy. They finally managed to get me dressed in the sweatsuit, and Sonnett helped me to my feet, her arm wrapped around my waist before guiding me to a cot in the corner of the room. 

“Take these and lay down,” Sonnett said sternly, leaving no room for discussion. I listen and take the pills in her hand that the trainers told her I needed. Another jacket is placed over me as Sonnett makes herself comfortable on the ground and rubs my back trying to warm me up. 

“Yo-u can-n go bac-k out. I’ll- I’ll be okay.”

“You’re more of an idiot than I thought if you think I am leaving your side.” 

With that we sat in silence for who knows how long until the team came back in, their chaotic selves calming down as they saw me. Mal, Rose, and Trinity came and joked around about how my puking made some of the Spanish players feel ill, which threw them off their game, “You really helped us win the game.” Rose laughed but Tobin cleared her throat.

“Do not encourage her. And if any of you feel sick and play sick without telling anyone, I will make sure you are benched for the next few games.”

The silence in the room is deafening before I crack up, the fever making me delusional and mock Tobin which only leaves her more angry. Christen is by her side ensuring her, “Tobin, she’s sick. It’s the fever. You can lecture her later.”

“I’m going to take her to the bus so you guys can change peacefully.” Sonnett says. 

“No.” I pretend pout, “I want to stay here. Tobin is just being a control freak.”

“Uh no, before you say something in your state that you can’t take back .” Sonnett says remembering how my fevers cause me to have no filter. 

“Like that time O’Hara got caught hooking up with-” A hand clamps over my mouth before I can get the rest of the words out. I bring my gaze to follow the hand up to its owner and see O’Hara glaring back at me.

I could feel the collective tension in the room spike as the words hung in the air. My teammates exchanged awkward glances, and O’Hara cleared her throat loudly, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Right, well, let's not go down that road," Christen said, attempting to steer the conversation in a more appropriate direction. "Y/N, you should get some rest."

“Yeah, she's right. Sonnett, take good care of her." Kelley forces a smile before looking at me and if looks can shut people up and kill them I would be dead. 

Sonnett nodded in agreement and helped me to my feet, her arm securely around me. "Don't worry, everyone. Y/N's going to be just fine. We'll make sure she gets some rest and recovers."

As we made our way out of the locker room, I mumbled my apologies to Sonnett for my earlier words. She chuckled softly and said, "Don't worry about it, Y/N. You just focus on feeling better."

Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing, a welcome relief from the fever that had plagued me during the game. Sonnett guided me toward the team bus, and as I climbed aboard. 

She sat me next to her and I nestled closer to her, the plush cushioned seat providing a soft landing. She draped her arm around my shoulder, her touch reassuring and gentle. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to me. My eyelids felt heavy, and I couldn't fight the exhaustion that washed over me.

"Hey, Y/N," Sonnett whispered, her voice a soft, comforting murmur.

I turned my head slightly to look at her, my vision still a bit blurry. "Yeah?"

A fond smile graced her lips, and she brushed a strand of hair from my face. "You know, even when you're sick and delirious, you manage to bring a smile to our faces. You're one of a kind, Y/N."

I mustered a weak smile, my eyes half-lidded. "I'm just a handful, aren't I?"

#uswnt fanfic #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso fanfics #woso x reader

[dadmareau]

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)

Q: Is there a fic I can read about this?

A: Sure is! This fic runs at a different pace than the askblog, but follows the same timeline.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45011398

Q: Does Komorebi take place over one year, or longer?

A: One year canonically, although for shenanigans there is an alternative timeline where they stay for longer.

Q: Are there any refs of the characters?

A: Yep, but as of 05/30/2023, they’re WIP. Check #design references and #design blueprints.

Q: Can I do my own designs for Dadmare & Sunbeam?

A: Sounds fun, go ahead.

Q: How old are Nightmare and Dream?

A: Dream is 7, which is about how old he was before the apple incident. Nightmare is a few centuries old, I’d say about 400-or the immortal equivalent of his late 40s.

Q: How tall are Nightmare and Dream?

A: Adult NM and Dream are around the 5’5” range. By winter, Dadmare becomes more like 5’8” and his body changes/grows. Sunbeam is more like 3’5” and becomes 3’7” (and a half) by winter, which is very important to him.

Metric stuff:

Nightmare - begins at 165cm and grows to 175cm.

Dream - begins at 107cm and grows to 113cm.

Q: Is Passive Nightmare/Kid Nightmare going to show up later?

A: Don’t be expecting him any time soon.

Q: Why isn’t [any Dreamtale canonical element] here?

A: The Dreamtale here is canon-divergent, and I am going off the rails!

Q: Is speculative fanart/writing okay?

A: Sure! I love reading your theories and seeing your work. Just make sure to tag me so I can see it! Same goes for any of your own continuations of dropped side stories or likewise. I know I progress pretty slow.

Q: Will Nightmare’s old life/timeline ever be brought up, or will the story solely focus on the main two bros?

A: It will be brought up!

Q: Will you ever finish [side story]?

A: I have a pretty limited attention span, so presume not.

Q: Will anyone die?

A: Not the main characters. Nightmare already got his dose of death once.

Q: Can I use the same premise and do my own AU/rendition?

A: Dude, yeah. Go crazy. As long as your work is different enough from mine, no worries. Don’t copy and paste my stuff just to slightly change one or two things, though.

Q: Can my headcanon be real?

A: In your heart, anything can be real.

Q: Can I ship Dadmare with [anyone]?

A: Go crazy.

Q: I can ship Dadmare with even myself?

A: If you’re into that, go for it.

Q: Can I put my characters in this story / put these characters into my story?

A: Sure. Just credit me where necessary.

Q: Can you draw [blank]?

A: Nah, I just do whatever I want.

Q: Can I sell commercially produced merch/RedBubble stuff/etc. of Dadmare AU?

A: Nah. Handmade or artisan items, commissioned artwork/writing, and the like are fine though. If you’re unsure, please ask through my inbox, I’ll message you back.

Q: Can I repost this work/Komorebi on other sites?

A: Nah. I already have accounts for them. I don’t appreciate the reproduction of my work. Translations are fine, though, but please ask first so I am aware, and tag me afterwards.

Q: If I have questions not answered here, can I send an ask?

A: Sure thing. I may not respond immediately. Things get lost in the inbox.

#ooc #modmare #faq #info #updated 5:/30/2023

[tamberlanecomic]

September Newsletter

Happy September! Here’s an update of everything that’s going on behind-the-scenes.

Kickstarter Status

The book is pretty much our entire focus at the moment and is moving right along. Right now I am focusing on editing and laying out annotations while Ari is fine-tuning the comic pages for print within the safety margins. Once the annotations are done, I’ll be re-laying out the Q&A section, then adding Trissol and Growl, and then judging how much space we have left for other goodies.

I also have some exciting news to share: We’ve officially signed on with Lakeshore Printing and Publishing/Artron! This is the printer we will be going with to make the books, and the support and care I’ve received from them so far has been absolutely phenomenal, better than other printers I’ve used before. 

As we speak, they’re sending me samples of ribbons and H&T (head and tail) bands, which are the ribbon that goes along the edge of where the paper meets the spine in a hardcover book. This is one of those details you don’t usually think about but it makes a huge difference in the finished product, and I’m thrilled to be able to have that element of control in making these books extra special for you!

Health Update

In between working on the book, comic, and other duties, I’ve been back at the doctor. I have my very own Dr. House (with less illegal action, lol!) helping me try to pin down all of my many, many symptoms to see if we can circle in on diagnoses. My appointments have included blood draws, biopsies, and consultations, so needless to say, it’s been a bit of a busy month! 

I have also been doing more treatments to alleviate my fibro symptoms, which does take time away from work. As always, thank you for your patience with me. I know I don’t have to apologize, but it helps knowing I have a supportive community of friends and fans while I deal with all of this. 

Tamberlane News

I have two pages in the pipeline at the moment, but to give you something while you’re waiting, I’m going to be posting the thumbnails and sketched pages to Patreon for $10+ patrons to look at while these pages are being completed. If you’re not already a patron and want to see these when they’re shared, be sure to sign up!

Become A Patron

New Art

Patreon pieces are being worked on, apologies for the slowness! Here’s one I just completed for Demonchilde999:

I also took some personal time in between projects to make a new ref sheet for myself: 

That’s pretty much it for now, though I’m sure I’ll be sharing any breaking Kickstarter book news when I have it. Hope you have a wonderful month ahead!

#Indie comic #Indie Creator #Web Comic #Art #Illustration #Digital Art #Cute #Animals #furry #furry art #furry community #fantasy #adorable #Tamberlane Comic

[coleskingdom]

Mine Pt 7

The Match

The final chapter, no smut just a Forbidden Door face off the final chapter

Jay White x reader

The weeks leading up to forbidden door had been tense. The stipulations added to the match between Jay and Finlay were that there would be no ref stoppage and that if I threw in the towel Jay would lose Bullet Club Gold. I didn’t like the idea, I didn’t like any of it, it seemed too close to an organized shoot fight. Gabe and Adam decided on a Texas death match, and the Bucks put up their AEW titles against Drilla and Clark the event had been sold out for months.

Laying in bed with Jay the with match looming the next day, “it’s going to be fine, no matter how it goes it’s going to be fine.” I didn’t know if my words were for me or for him. “ I’m going to ask you to do one thing, and if you love me the way you say you’ll do this for me. Don’t throw in the towel, no matter what, you can’t throw it in.” His hands playing in my hair my head nestled into his chest I felt a tear come down my cheek. “Shhh… the boys will be down there with you, trust me, trust them. If I lose, it has to be an honorable loss. I have to have a way forward.” my single tear had turned into sobs, “Get it out sweetheart, get it out now. I need you to be strong tomorrow, we all do. I’m not going to lose bullet club, the only thing that means more to me than it is you. You’ve got to breathe and you’ve got to get some sleep.”He said gently, putting his arms around me.

The morning of the ppv came to early, I woke Jay up with a cup of coffee and a confident smile. “ Feeling better?” he asked eyeing me carefully, I could tell he was trying to assess how I was doing. “ I am, I’m sorry about last night. I guess it feels different now. I knew regardless I’d be emotional but not scared.” I said “ Hey now it’s okay, you don’t trust Finlay that’s what it is, just trust me. That’s all you’ve got to do today is trust me.” He squeezed my hand.

“ I don’t feel like doing glam today, give me an hour and I’ll be ready." heading into the bathroom. I emerged war ready, the heels had been traded for a pair of combat boots, the sexy tank in for a black t shirt, the over done make up gone and replaced with my traditional day to day make up and my hair slicked into a tight pony tail, and the diamonds changed to small gold studs. I took off my engagement ring and left just my wedding band and put the golden switchblade around my neck. “ There’s my girl” he said smiling, “You don’t miss the glammed up version.” I asked, “ Not one bit, she’s kind of a character that one, super kicking people, using a heel as a weapon.” He winked “Today I’m glad it’s you by my side. I love you.” Taking my hand . The car was already downstairs. The ride to the arena was quick, we walked into the Gold locker room, everyone had decided to share. I think it was for my benefit but they said it was what they wanted.

“ You okay?” Matt asked, “ Yeah I think so.” A half hearted smile crossing my face. “You switched up your look I like it. It’s more you anyway.” I smiled “Jay said the same thing to, I think he thought the other was a little unhinged.” That got a chuckle out of Matt. “ She was a monster that we designed and you executed. Don’t get me wrong we love her, but she could’ve over thrown Jay and we would’ve said yes ma’am .”

“ Who’s overthrowing me? “ Jay asked from across the room. “ Your beautiful wife, when she shows up in spike heels and an attitude.” Jay laughed a deep real laugh, his eyes crinkling. “ I’ll step down gracefully, if she wants to be leader. I know when I’m beat, I don’t need a shoe mark on my cheek.” Now laughing myself “Stop, I wasn’t that bad” I said “ That’s the problem you were that good, too good.” Matt said. “You were that bad” Jay said with a wink, my face turning pink.

“Okay, okay with all of that having been said , I need the four of you out there with her for the main. I need you to make sure she doesn’t throw in the towel. Matt , I’m trusting you with her, Page you’re his back up. No disrespect to either of you Cole and Nick, she will just listen to the other two better.” he said “Matt I’m going to go over the planned finish with you. You know Finlay though, he doesn’t always stick with it, just so someone out there knows. Alright boys, this is it, it’s time to put the dogs down once and for all.”

Page went out for his match with Gabe. I’d never seen Page have to go the level of violence he went to. On the monitors it showed the live feed, the punches started stiff and only got stiffer as the match went on. Page clearly having taken a page from Calihan pouring lemon juice in Gabe’s open cuts. We all gasped there was no way around that pain, “Where the hell did he get lemon juice?” Jay asked, I told him I did an Instacart order, and I thought it was for water. Page got Gabe to tap with the chain around his neck, reviving his hangman move. He came back into the locker room. “Lemon juice really? “ Matt asked , “Tony said I couldn’t do the everclear, so I had to get creative, it was either that or Jalapeno juice, but milk stops that burn.” he shrugged, blood staining his upper body. “Are you okay?” I asked putting him in a chair going over his cuts, “ This was nothing compared to Swerve, Kidd just thought he was a tough guy. I’m gonna go shower I’ll be ready for the main. “

Matt and Nick went out against Maloney and Connor’s, the bucks new harder hitting style surprised the war dogs , but just as they adapted, they switched to the fast paced, style they’re known for. I popped for the superkick party, and the EVP trigger. The match ended in a DQ when Coughlin got involved, hitting Nick with a chair. Matt and Nick came back through , both swearing they were fine and took the least amount of damage.

The rest of the matches clicked off the card, “ How are you doing?” Page asked, “I’m okay, I think. You’d let me know if it gets too bad out there, right? I know he told me no matter what not to throw in the towel but you’d tell me right? “ my voice pleading with him. He looked around before answering “Yes , because it’s you, yes I would. He knows I would tell you, as a way to protect you. It’s the reason he went over the finish with Matt. I’m okay with that, Matt’s slightly stronger when it comes to you but Jay knows he’d crack to.” He smiled “ Then I’m good, I trust you and Matt only second to Jay..”I hugged him.

“Ready?” Jay asked I nodded the most confident I’d felt in weeks. We all walked down together, I was so glad this was my last walk down, I got into the ring to take his jacket instead he slipped it on me. The ref handed me the white towel, and I stepped out of the ring. The war dogs were ringside as well, just jawing.

I stepped back beside Matt and Page. Jay slid out of the ring early his mind games messing with Finlay. He winked at me, Jay got back in and fell into his rhythm, his fluidity has always been a thing of beauty. The knife edge chops ringing through out the arena , out of the corner of my eye I saw Kidd start to move, “what’s Kidd up to?” I said , “On it “ Page said. Page went and pulled him off the apron, the others quickly backing him . Provided enough distraction for Finlay to get Jay in the corner, with chops of his own , switching to kicks has Jay slumped in the corner. Maloney grabbed Jays arm and cuffed it to the top rope. Kidd slid a chair into the ring. I’m looking at Matt “ Shit” he said, Finlay putting the chair in front of Jay saying something I couldn’t hear, but the pointing indicating it was about me. Jay spit on him, Finlay slapped him, Jay back on his feet landed a punch. “ Conners has the key around his neck” Page said, “ Fuck this shit” Cole said headed towards Conners, Nick followed Cole Matt chasing Nick,” Stay here “he barked I saw that Coughlin power slammed Cole, “Adam go help them I’m fine”. Once he was out of range I jumped up on the apron, making sure that the towel was out of grasp of Finlay. “ Finlay, You’re still a bitch.” That got his attention, “ Hi, Princess, how do you like my handy work?” he sneered, “ It’s a little uninspired kind of like your leadership.” My tone casual I saw Matt uncuff Jay , and I jumped down. Jay coming at Finlay with the chair. I saw the schlalee bent down and put it in the back of my pants covered by Jays Jacket.

“ He’s going to kill you” Matt said “ I’ll deal with it. I had to do something, besides I got the schlalee” I smiled. “ what are you going to do with that” he asked “ I’m going to give it to one of you to get it to him. He needs to beat the shit out of Finlay with it, it’s what started this whole fucking thing” I seethed “ Calm down, calm down” Page stepped in “they’re watching, act upset about the match.” The match had been going back and forth each man alternating having the upper hand. Just then Finlay hit a nasty version of the overkill. The dogs started to get in the ring and Finlay called them off, he went and put his foot on Jays back, and threw up the too sweet. The boos that rained down, Finlay picked Jay up and did the in to oblivion.

“ Is he out?” I asked page, “ hold on give him a minute. “ his eyes meeting Matt’s. “ Hey hey it’s okay, do you want to give me the towel, one of us can walk you to the back.” Matt said I shook my head no. Finlay started taking chair shots to Jays back. “ You’ve got to let him get back up, I know you want to yell, but I’m going to need you not to. You’re stronger than this , this is what Finlay wants you upset. It’s about you as much as it is the match. Now set your fucking jaw, and deal with it, bite your tongue, break my hand I don’t give a shit but don’t you fucking cry right now. You’re a damn member of this club and this family so man the fuck up.” Matt said I looked at him seeing red.

Matt left to go to the ring side , Jays hand moved and Matt nodded. Jay got up slowly, in a daze, but Finlay was in the corner and didn’t see Jay coming and drop kicked him from behind, Finlays face hit the turn buckle , and busted him open. He dragged David and got him into position for the blade runner, Jay pinned David 1-2-3 . It was over, Jay went to the corner and slumped down, his hands on his knees, “ Get him an ice pack and water.” Matt yelled at ring side, he threw both items at me.

“ Go on get in there. Ice on the back of his neck. “ I got into the ring and knelt down beside him, putting the ice on the back of his neck, reaching around for the damn schlaee that was poking me. I laid it in front of Jay, “ I’m not going to lie, you had the chance to make the biggest heel turn in history if you hit me with that thing.” he said a twinkle in his eye. “ How bad is it?” I asked watching him wince “ It’s not the worst that I’ve been but it’s not great. You’re gonna need that nurses outfit. Help me stand” he asked I helped him to his feet. The crowd waiting for his decision on what he was going to do.

“ By the order of the Bang Bang Gang, the War Dogs have been put to sleep. Your club is no more, House of Torture your Club is no more, G.O.D. You are reinstated, Owens, Kenta you are able to remain, the ABC you are recognized. Now what to do with these poor puppies, eyeing the remaining war dogs, do whatever the hell you want your just not Bullet Club material. Finlay I think I’ve got something you want.” Raising the Schlalee Jay threw the thing up the ramp, and Finlay knelt down to pick it up and from behind Ospreay hit Finlay with a hidden blade, Akira, Cobb TJP and Henare were on the rest of the dogs at ring side, once the dogs were down. The United Empire came in the ring and stood across from us, Will took the mic, “Pleasure Doing Business with you Bruv. However, as much fun as this was, I’ll be seeing you in AEW. Come on boys.” His music hit and they walked out of the ring. Then the Bullet Club Gold music hit, the guys all took their corners and hit the Gunns up.

“ I’m proud of you” Jay said once we were in the back. “ I’m gonna kill Matt, when I see him.” I said. “ Why? What happened? He told me I couldn’t cry and to man the fuck up.” I said still furious. Jay started laughing, “ He pissed you off on purpose, I told him to. I told him if you started to get worried to either let you come back here or to piss you off. It’d change your focus and you’d be fine. Come on Sweetheart it’s time to celebrate.” Kissing me on the side of the head. “ What’s next and what’s the thing with Will?” I asked “ Will , that’s an interesting one , I like the guy, it works in Kayfabe we share a history, there’s guys for Colton and Austin to work with it made the most sense. Finlay and Gedo are going to work for your dad. You are going to settle into your new job and retire Queen Switch. I’ll miss her I think. Then I believe you owe me the honeymoon of my dreams if I remember correctly.” He smiled as he lead me into the rest of the party.

#aew fanfiction #aew imagine #jay white x you #jay white fanfiction #switchblade jay white #jay white imagine #jay white

[alkalinefrog]

Hi hi! So uhhh I’m having a little trouble with Hiccup’s belt placements for his tloa outfit (I’m making refs for myself) and I was hoping that maybe you could give me some pointers? You can just ignore this if you want lololol-

Tbh I didn’t really know what I was doing for the belt placements either laskdfjklasdfjlkasdjf you don’t need to stick to the comic designs! I drew it while I was still in the early stages of planning the story, so there wasn’t much research behind them.

I can make a guide later, I’ve been meaning to touch up their costumes now that I have a better idea of what’s going to happen in the story. I’ll give you my general thought process for both of them based on the current chapters:

Jack (who probably gets the most costume changes in the story):

Hawthorne outfit: basically his canon human design from rotg plus shoes lol

Bard uniform: blue colour palette, large brimmed hat with a big blue feather. The prototype’s in the comic, but there aren’t many guidelines around it. His hands aren’t wrapped in bandages as of now ever since his initial calluses from Excalibur healed

Work clothes: a simple blue tunic, tied off at the waist with a belt or sash up to you, similar worn brown pants and boots from his Hawthorne outfit

MORE TBD

Hiccup:

Princely Attire (TM): fancy royal tunic and silk sash, circlet crown with a small ruby at the center that fits over his forehead. fancy shmancy cape held up by fancy shmancy clasps.

Civilian disguise: Bunny’s oversized white shirt that hangs loose off him, tied off with one of Bunny’s green sashes, long brown cloak. Pants and shoes are up to you, but my thought is that they’re a bit nicer in quality than what civilians wear

Adventuring gear: I’m not satisfied with the comic prototype, but it’s supposed to be fine-quality leather armour and a cape. Metal arm-bracers and grieves. Meant for a swordsman, ya know? Otherwise the interpretation’s up to you! When he eventually gets his prosthetic in the story it’s not far off from his canon one in the films.

MORE TBD

Sorry that’s not much help visually for now! Go wild though, don’t feel like you’re limited by what I’ve drawn!

#ask #the-bubbles-tm #the lights of avalon #tloa #I’m still floored you’re drawing stuff for it asldkfjdsakljfdsakljsadf #thank you so much BAWWWWW

[terrors-and-tables]

As a way to give this blog some purpose, and give myself something to do, I’ve decided to start writing out my RPG musings in my spare time. I’ve been slowly working on a campaign setting for several years now, and it’s become a little creative space for me to hammer out a hypothetical kitchen sink to throw my fantasy ideas in. I’ll probably end up using it for a Pathfinder game (where I’ll finally get to use Spheres of Power/Might, and maybe even Guile), but I’ve thought about running it with an OSR game as well. Who knows, maybe I’ll run it over several different systems. Without further ado, here’s the first installment!

Post #1: The Ottoguard

This idea was created using Ultimate Engineering, the most recent (and final) Pathfinder product for Spheres of Might from Drop Dead Studios. I contributed a bit to the playtesting and had a great time, and its author spent two years fine tuning it, so if you're interested, go support them and take a look. At the time of writing, it should also be on the SoP wiki any day now.

In the core of the setting, the city of Scalmoor treats scientific advancement like its own fom of magic. They build marvelous contraptions of steel and glass, whether powered by tightly wound clockworks or by burning coal and spewing black smoke. In this city, the law is kept by those with the most money to build the biggest toys, and one such toy is the Ottoguard.

Standing at eight feet tall, an Ottoguard is a hollow sort of mechanical construct, but bears no magic or animating consciousness like a golem. Instead, a trained fighter pilots it, wearing it as a sort of incredibly heavy armor that carries itself. Ottoguards don’t do all of the policing, usually accompanied by a few regular guards who can do things like fit into buildings, move obstacles aside, bully civilians up close and personal, and so on and so forth.

Ottoguard CR 1 XP 400 Human Warrior 3 LN Medium Humanoid (Human) Init +2; Perception +5

Defense

AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15; (+2 Dex, +5 Chainmail) 21 HP (3d10+6) Fort +5 Ref +3; Will +3

Offense

Speed 20ft. Space 5ft; Reach 5ft Melee Sap +4 (1d6+1 nonlethal) Ranged Light Crossbow +5 (1d8/19-20) Special Attacks Snag (Swift action, render target battered as melee touch attack)

Statistics

Str 13, Dex 15, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 8 Base Atk ; CMB ; CMD ( vs. trip) Feats Extra Combat Feat Skills Craft (Technology) +6, Intimidate +5, Perception +5, Sense Motive +5; Racial Modifiers Languages Common SQ Gear: Mwk Chainmail, Light Crossbow, Longsword, Large Crossbow, MwK Large Sap, Potion of CLW, 8 gold pieces, 13 silver pieces. Martial Tradition: Mechaguard* Martial Talents (2 talents from progression, 1 talent from feat)

Equipment Sphere: Bounty Hunter’s Tools Armor Training Tinker Sphere: Transportation Package Mechanical Arsenal Transportation Mastery Wrestling Sphere: (Constrictor Drawback) Hammerlock Clinch Strike

Those stats above are for if our unlucky Ottoguard pilot is caught… off-guard. They’re there to represent what’s inside the fantastic mech and what he’s trained to do in a fight, particularly specializing in nonlethal capture- even when fully kitted out he’s here to apprehend criminals, not brain them. The crossbows are just for emergencies. So let’s break down what he’s capable of as a third level warrior, namely his talents:

His Equipment Sphere talents are there solely for proficiencies, for the Sap and for medium/heavy armor. The Athletics Sphere lets him run pretty quick (five times his speed in medium armor, at a hundred feet per round)- he won’t be able to outrun most people, but he won’t fall too far behind either. Tinker is much more complex, opening up an entire subsystem, but the bulk of why it’s there is to build and maintain his precious Ottoguard, with Mechanical Arsenal allowing him to outfit it with custom-crafted plate-mail for free, and Transportation Mastery allowing him to make an immersive cockpit that responds to his movements with a complicated array of levers and pulleys. Wrestling is there so that he can tackle a criminal and, if needed, beat them unconscious. It’s alright though, because even if it’s scaled up to be sized for an ogre, a lead rod wrapped in leather will still deal nonlethal damage.

Mechanoid Statistics: 4th level Mechanoid N Large Construct Init +2; Perception +5

Defense AC 24; Touch ; Flat-Footed ; (+9 Full Plate, +1 Dex, -1 size, +5 NA) 27 HP (3d10+12) Fort +5; Ref +3; Will +3 Defensive Abilities ; Immune Construct Traits

Offense

Speed 20ft. Space 10ft; Reach 10ft Melee MwK Large Sap +8 (1d8+5, Nonlethal) Ranged MwK Large Light Crossbow +5 (2d6/19-2) Special Attacks Snag (Swift action, render target battered as melee touch attack)

Statistics

Str 20, Dex 14, Con --, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 8 Base Atk +3; CMB +9; CMD 21 Feats -- Skills Perception +5, Sense Motive +5, Intimidate +5; Racial Modifiers SQ 6 Upgrades (Arms, Legs, Cover*, Focused Design (+2 Str), Immersive Cockpit, Armor Slot, Alternate Size) *Free upgrade Gear MwK Large Sap, MwK Light Crossbow,

The Ottoguard, while piloted, can benefit from its pilot’s skills, feats, saving throw bonuses, base attack bonuses, et cetera, while keeping its own physical ability scores, armor class, and better weaponry, while also having its own pool of hit points. The pilot isn’t totally sequestered, however, and some parts of him are still visible, even if they’re behind hatches or a visor, and he may be attacked separately from the Ottoguard- though he benefits from Cover, gaining a +4 bonus to Armor Class.

An Ottoguard isn’t cheap, of course, but by the rules of Ultimate Engineering, Project Materials (for things such as mechanoids) may be acquired freely with time and successful crafting checks (DC 15 for 50 gold worth of material, +50 for each increase of 5, gathered over the course of 4 hours per check), meaning that by carefully sourcing and repurposing parts, the Ottoguard may be constructed from scratch by its pilot for free. This process of assembly and subsequent maintenance are drilled into pilots’ heads from day one. At a cost of 500gp for the average Ottoguard (100 per level, +200 for being large size), and about 100gp of Project Materials being acquired per day, this means an Ottoguard can be fully constructed in a week’s time (not counting the weekend of course). If in a proper settlement and in a real emergency, 500 gold pieces can be paid outright to acquire exactly what is needed almost immediately, after which construction of the Ottoguard takes 1 hour. All of this means that while Ottoguards are probably extremely similar on the outside (serving as somewhere between uniforms and police vehicles, they probably should), a pilot knows their machine inside and out, and there may be differences in the internal construction.

Ottoguard Adventure Hooks

1. A pilot’s Ottoguard has been stolen, likely to be reverse engineered by some enterprising criminals.

2. A pilot has been found guilty of illegally modifying his Ottoguard with blades, flame projectors, and stronger leg actuators. After causing several fires and deaths, he’s gone on the run with his new death machine.

3. A chaotic druid has caused trees and vines to grow over all of the city’s Ottoguards overnight, and has ruined the Ottoworks. With the city’s strongest defenders disabled, and Scalmoor’s stingy oligarchy unwilling to fund that many replacements immediately, the city is in shambles!

4. A mad tinker wizard has stolen the blueprints for the Ottoguards, creating one with an integrated Artificial Intelligence. It’s been going on its own patrols, blending in perfectly and disappearing before it can be apprehended. What is its purpose?

*New Martial Tradition

Mechaguard Equipment Sphere: Bounty Hunter’s Tools Armor Training Tinker Sphere: Transportation Package Wrestling Sphere: (Constrictor Drawback) Hammerlock

Inspirations:

FantasyNameGenerators is a wonderful site, and I used it to come up with the name Scalmoor

Appleseed (the 1988 OVA) is what really inspired this idea, bringing that movie's Landmates into a technologically advanced fantasy setting

#Pathfinder #RPG #Spheres of Might #Spheres of Power #3rd party Pathfinder #Steampunk

[coconurt]

Rottmnt Cassandra Writing Ref

So this is basically just a compendium of all of Cass's lines slapped into one place for me and @owlfacenightkit to use for reference cuz she's hard af to write lol

Quotes under the cut:

Hot Soup: The Game

Lieutenant: You have shown great skill as a new recruit of the Foot Clan. Your final test is a mission you must complete entirely on your own.

Cassandra: Excellent. What enemy of our clan am I to CRUSH BETWEEN MY FISTS?

Brute: No crushing. You are here to retrieve a mysterious artifact that was said to be in the possession of action film star Lou Jitsu.

Lieutenant: He was the best!

Brute: Oh yeah! Jitsu For Justice, that’s my favorite. It’s the movie that got me interested in crime.

Lieutenant: Ooh and Punch Chowder, he defeats an entire organized crime mob using clam shells as his only weapons.

Both: Hop soup!

Cassandra: Hai, Senseis. I will study these important motion pictures.

Brute: Anyhoo, you are to enter the auction house and retrieve any Lou Jitsu merchandise.

Cassandra: I will tear this place asunder until I find every Lou Jitsu item within its walls!

Lieutenant: Okay okay okay. Love the intensity, but let’s just go stealth. No muss, no fuss.

Cassandra: Foot CLAN!

Lieutenant: Somebody had her coffee.

…

Cassandra: Who are you? What are you doing here?

Mikey: I’m a customer, here to pick up my Lou Jitsu video game.

Cassandra: Lou... Jitsu?

Mikey: Are you narrowing your eyes because you like Lou Jitsu?

Cassandra: LOU JITSUU...! Yes Punch Chowder is my favorite motion picture film movie.

Mikey: Okay. Well then... What the?

Cassandra: I shall return. Stay here and do nothing.

Lieutenant: Recruit, what’s wrong?

Cassandra: There’s someone here. A talking turtle. And he is asking about Lou Jitsu merchandise.

Lieutenant: Those turtles again? They must be after the artifact, too.

Brute: Oh yeah, you’re gonna need help. We’ll be right over-

Lieutenant: No. You know the rules. To pass, she must complete her mission by herself.

Cassandra: Senseis, permission to vanquish his soul to the depths of oblivion?

Brute: Yeah sure.

…

Mikey: Hey, what’s the big idea?

Cassandra: An enemy of the Foot must perish. You will not claim the artifact!

Mikey: But I have a receipt! Is this how you normally treat customers? Ow! Cause if it is I’d like to speak to your supervisor! I’m not paying for that! Hey, it’s my game. You’re getting that soup, Lou baby. Solo mission complete.

Cassandra: Lou Jitsu. The artifact... GIVE IT TO ME!

Mikey: I said I own it fair and square.

…

Mikey: Yes Raph, I’m fine. I got everything under control!

Cassandra: I have the artifact! And you won't leave until I smash your shell into powder!

…

Cassandra: You can't hit me!

…

Cassandra: Knife throw!

…

Brute: Hello you. How’s everything going?

Cassandra: It’s under control. I’LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE! You’re finished, turtle scum!

…

Cassandra: Ha! Solo mission complete.

Brute: We’re here to rescue you.

Cassandra: NO! I had it in my hands. I was literally ready to leave. What part of "by myself" don’t you understand?

…

Lieutenant: Wait a minute? That is not the artifact we seek.

Cassandra: It’s the only Lou Jitsu thing here.

Lieutenant: Well then your mission is a bust... on a technicality of course. But don’t be discouraged. The road to success is paved with miles of failure.

Cassandra: I shall prove I am worthy next time!

Operation: Normal

April: Again? Come on, Leo. Ruining my normal day and laser tag? Laser tag is sacred.

Cassandra: Beyond sacred. How could you?

...

[Brute lands on top of Cassandra]

Cassandra: I shall require medical attention...

...

Brute: The dark armor is almost complete.

Cassandra: We are one step closer to its dark power. SO DARK! So powerful...

Sparring Partner

Cassandra: A pressing development sensei!

Lieutenant: Let me guess. You want to smash and/or demolish something?

Cassandra: No! I mean okay if you insist! I have spotted one of our origami soldiers loose in the city.

Lieutenant: What was he doing out there alone?

Cassandra: Attacking! May I join him in wiping out peasants one speck at a time?

…

Cassandra: Don't make us pulverize your guts into gut bits. Give us back our origami man!

Raph: Of course he was yours, but now he seems more like a free agent, so you can just go home. Thanks though!

Cassandra: We will do nothing of the sort, you are so not reading our tone.

…

Raph: He's my new best friend, and if anyone wants to take away my buddy, they gotta come through me.

Cassandra: Touching! And in case you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm!

Lieutenant: We could never let you keep him! Shred him, recruit!

Cassandra: My extreme pleasure.

How to Make Enemies and Bend People to Your Will

Draxum: Pure insanity.

Cassandra: Yes. I can’t believe they promoted Jocelyn over me. I know her parents are big donors, but come on!

…

Draxum: What is this place? Are we here to reign waste to these pathetic humans?

Cassandra: No. We’re here to get coffee for the entire Foot Clan. And a vegan coconut scone for the boss.

Draxum: Draxum is no errand boy.

Cassandra: To become a full member of the foot, one must show commitment, and patience. I have been training since I was seven!

Draxum: Madness! Baron Draxum takes what he needs now!

Cassandra: I have been doing this all wrong.

Draxum: Indeed. Waiting is for fools.

…

Brute: We’re putting you on Strike Squad Special Force Delta.

Cassandra: I was born for Strike Squad Special Force Delta. I shall CLEAVE OUR FOES IN TWAIN!

Lieutenant: Okay okay, love the enthusiasm, but actually your assignment is....

[scene wipe]

Cassandra: Lookout support duty. We’re the lookouts for the lookouts?

Draxum: This is beneath us both.

Cassandra: You know, I was accepted to every clan I applied to.

Draxum: With my powers, I could be in charge of this clan. Surely there must be some way to take control from them.

Cassandra: Hah, unlikely. According to our laws, one can only take control of the Foot Clan by succeeding where the leaders have failed. And my senseis do not fail.

Draxum: We shall see.

…

Draxum: What’s going on there?

Cassandra: Hai. I will alert the lookouts. CAW! CAW!

Draxum: Stop that! If we want to improve our ranks, we must handle this ourselves.

The turtles: Smell it smell it smell it!

Draxum: What are they doing?

Cassandra: No doubt a cunning plan to disrupt our mission to get the dark armor?

…

Cassandra: This must be a trap. But if there’s one thing I learned from you, it’s that we get nothing from waiting! FOOT CLAN! Vermin, prepare to taste my wrath.

Cassandra: [coughs] This… was… a... trap...

Leo: No. That was all you.

Mikey: Wow. She went all in on the stink. Nice work, frenemy.

Cassandra: YAAHH!!

…

Lieutenant: Get them!

Cassandra: I will grind you into fertilizer!

Harold: The corpse flower! Protect the begonias. I’ll go save Jewel! This is what you've been training for, Harold.

Cassandra: You will never stop us from collecting the dark armor!

…

Draxum: Would you like to do the honors?

Cassandra: Kali Ma!

...

Lieutenant: So, Draxum! We have some good news about your future in this organization.

Brute: Oh yeah. Really good news.

Draxum: Silence.

Cassandra: Assistant? But I thought we were partners.

Insane in the Mama Train

Cassandra: Hey! You’re holding up the line!

April: Oh, okay!

[April catches up with the Foot and onto the train.]

Cassandra: I swear the greatest threat to this ancient mystic clan is line inefficiency. Now move... PLEASE?!

…

Cassandra: I’m going to enjoy breaking every single bone- Is there something different about you guys?

Lieutenant: Yeah. They’re even lamer than before.

Cassandra: The sickest of burns!

Lieutenant: Whatever happened to hero-villain banter?

…

Cassandra: Hey! You guys are gonna pay for this!

...

Cassandra: [fends off an attack] Not me, you idiot!

...

Cassandra: [playfully intercepts Raph and giggles] Nuh uh...

…

Lieutenant: Uh oh.

Cassandra: Where is everybody?!

Many Unhappy Returns

Cassandra: [appears out of a portal] Senseis! My fury is unbridled and ready for-

Cassandra: [gasps] You resurrected the Shredder without me?!

Always Be Brownies

Julia: Boss, I know sales are down. But you got to believe me. It’s not my fault. There’s this new super cool hairy teen in skinny jeans slinging cookies like rocks.

Cassandra: Cookies?! The peasants of desserts are beating my brownies?! THIS WILL NOT STAND!

Julia: Excellent. I shall crush our chocolate chip enemies between my fists.

Cassandra: No! Bring them to me. These fashion-forward punks are either going to work for me or they’ll NEVER GO TO WORK AT ALL!

…

Cassandra: Do not lie to me, Lou Jitsu! I know you’re here to stop my world takeover!

Splinter: World takeover?

Cassandra: YES!

Splinter: As grandma CJ?

Cassandra: Brownies are the key. You sell enough you, get to meet everyone. Fortune 500 CEO's, mayors, world leaders. Once everyone knows our brand, we’ll be able to get into any office in the world. Even the oval one.

Splinter: Sounds complicated. How long is this going to take?

Cassandra: Based on my projections and facing inflation and natural disasters of the cocoa region, it should only take… ten years?!

[She begins to cry]

…

Cassandra: [blows nose] You know, those foot clan guys, they never really treated me right, but we were doing cool stuff. You know, like trying to raise the Shredder. You do that, and you're top dog. The world is your oyster to crush. Now I’m looking at brownie projections and watching the next ten years just bake by. I’m a failure.

Splinter: Just because you failed doesn’t mean you’re a failure. You’re focusing only on the negative, not the positive.

Cassandra: What do you mean?

…

Cassandra: [blows nose] Thank you so much. You’re such a great listener.

Splinter: I feel like I did most of the talking.

Cassandra: I feel like things are gonna be different now on. From this day forward...

Splinter: You’re going to start being a good person...?

Cassandra: ...nobody will stand in my way to world domination!

Splinter: Wrong lesson! Wrong lesson!

...

Cassandra: You’ve taken out my entire Brownie clan. Impressive.

April: Let him go.

Cassandra: Make me.

Splinter: Everyone calm down. I’m sure we can all find a way to get along.

Cassandra: Enough! Talk's cheap.

April: I couldn't agree more.

Splinter: See how much you have in common?

April and Cassandra: No, we don't. She's my enemy!

Splinter: Need I say more?

April: Give me back my money and the rat.

Cassandra: How about I let him go but I keep the money.

…

Lou Jitsu: There is no one path to success, other than the one you make. If a popular punch isn’t working, approach your problem with a flaming gorilla armbar!

Cassandra: Yes! Teach me how to armbar my way to world domination!

Battle Nexus: New York

Splinter: I don't know. Todd's lemonade especially tastes pretty real to me.

Cassandra: And magical as promised.

…

April: My friends!

Splinter: My sons!

Todd: My BFFS!

Cassandra: My enemies!

Draxum: Told ya.

…

Cassandra: Leap of faith! [jumps and falls off the boat]

Draxum: Oh look, a ladder.

…

Big Mama: I don't think so!

Cassandra: Intercepting!

…

Cassandra: Master?

Big Mama: Ignore the turtles. Follow the warrior alchemist!

Cassandra: So that's how…

Draxum: No!

…

Cassandra: There is no Shadow Fiend… only…

Raph: What? Uh oh.

[Shadow Fiend's cloak is torn off to reveal Shredder.]

Cassandra: The Shredder!!

Cassandra: Master Shredder, destroy your enemies.

…

Cassandra: The turtles are of no concern to us, but you enslaved my master. Now you will lose everything! I'd run if I were you.

[The Nexus Hotel explodes as Cassandra flies off with the Shredder.]

Cassandra: FOOT CLAN!

E-Turtle Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Cassandra: Master Shredder. You have returned to us after 500 years. The Foot Clan can finally fulfill our mission and do your dark bidding.

…

Cassandra: [angrily snatches the apple slices from Brute's hand] How dare you?! The Shredder is our master.

Cassandra: [furiously shoves the slices in her mouth] You will respect his DARKNESS!!

…

Cassandra: Enough!

Cassandra: I found Shredder, I will decide our next move. And I say we remove this collar and bring him back to his full Shredder-ness!

…

Cassandra: Stupid mystic collar! Oof!

[Cassandra falls over right off the Shredder. Brute and Lieutenant eat ice cream.]

Lieutenant: Still want to be in charge?

Cassandra: Zero regrets!

Shreddy or Not

Foot Lieutenant: So it's just kind of the three of us at the moment.

Cassandra: But we have the will of thousands!

Cassandra: [enthusiastically hugs Shredder] Tell us your bidding.

…

Splinter: I can't believe you're back with these Foot clowns! You could be so much more than that!

Cassandra: I am loyal to the Foot and Master Shredder. FOOT CLAN!

Rise

Cassandra: [trying to get Brute and Lieutenant out of the rubble] Master Shredder, our comrades are injured.

Shredder: Forget them, you are my new general now. Come.

…

Splinter: Having doubts, young one?

Cassandra: I am having zero doubts. I am a general now. It's everything I have ever wanted and it's... perfect.

…

Shredder: You dare defy me, general?

Cassandra: The name's Cassandra. Cassandra Jones!

…

Splinter: My family. Thank you, Cassandra.

Cassandra: My friends call me Casey.

Some notes:

This girl is a freaking badass

I wish we'd gotten a canon age for her

I digress

Uses very formal language (i.e. very rarely uses contractions in speech, etc)

Used "shall" six times throughout the series

Extremely enthusiastic statements. Caps and italics definitely called for when writing her

Uses mostly short, choppy sentences. When writing, must refrain from flowy, long-winded dialogue, sweeping declarations, etc.

I feel like, when written out, the bulk of her normal speech (i.e. that's NOT shouted exclamations) is kinda less extreme than you'd expect it to be. Aside from being pretty formal most of the time, it's just. Pretty normal speech.

And that's it! If you're NOT Owl and you're somehow still reading this, thanks! Hope this helps! And if I've made any errors or omissions, let me know!

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #casey jones #rise casey jones #cassandra jones #rise cassandra

[wulfums]

Hey, since its the second Bugsnax annivesary, I thought I’d make a sentimental post as well.

About Crusher and Cromdo.

I really thought people would not like Crusher that much and by proxy, think I was cringe for shipping him w/ Cromdo. The opposite happened- people were so ridiculously receptive of Crusher and Crusherface to the point where he gets brought up or drawn a LOT. 

Cromdo means a lot to me....Even though im 26 I can relate to the feeling that things always go wrong and I’m too old to change that...so I put that arc on Crusher as well, in a different way. Both him and Cromdo thought they were too old to ever expereinece everything new again- they’d both been around the block a while and had just accepted thier lots in life. So it was a surprise to both of them when they clicked SO well upon arriving on Snaktooth. I think for a long time they were both expecting the other to go “haha just kidding, why would anyone want to date you” and fearing it, but it never happened, because they love each other a lot. 

The relationship arcs they go thru are, for Crusher ‘This is my first time in a serious relationship oh god oh fuck what do I DO’ and for Cromdo ‘This time I’ll do it right- Ill be the perfect boyfriend this time.’ Crusher gets more comfortable with the concept of being loved romantically and physically touched(Mans got trauma), and Cromdo gets more comfortable with the fact he doesn’t have to be “perfect” as long as he, you kn ow, puts his whole heart into this relationship , which he DOES.

It’s also important to me that Crusher has an Ileostomy bag- I have an ostomy IRL (No colon, no anus, no problems.) so I get very nervous putting it on sonas, but Im glad how respectful people are of it (Tho I think some people get it confused with like, a pocket pouch, while tbf I never specificed on his ref so thats fine!) and it also makes me feel so nice about myself that I gave Crusher my bodytype EXACTLY and people think he’s cute. 

IDK.....Cromdo and Crusher and the Bugsnax community have done a lot for me.....Im really happy

Artists:

skooblesleepymaw Flooflebutt cyberaxolotl snappjawz fungusry plushie-carnival cherryfowl bugsnacc

#self ship #self shipping #bugsnax #cromdo face #crusherface

[theforgottendiamondau]

Not necessarily an update, but sorta. I’m currently slowly reworking on everything. Barely anything from before now is going to be canon to this AU because I’m wanting to completely start over, but idk if I’ll actually go through and delete old posts. Just know that anything with old Sophie art (her design before this) is no longer canon unless I state otherwise. I will be keeping the idea of Rose and Steven coexisting (aka Steven has his own gem) but they will be still sharing powers (with some of his own) because Steven was created using Rose’s essence (it’s complicated but makes sense in my head). I’ll be figuring out other things that’ll still end up canon in this AU, but it’ll take some time since I’m doing this for the fun of it (despite not being hyperfixated on SU at the moment). I’ll also be working on an actual timeline unlike before since I’m planning on setting this after the events of SU, but nothing is confirmed yet. Especially since I’ll have to be figuring out how everything happens now that Rose/Pink is still alive (which is more work for me, but I wanted to have Sophie kinda bond with Rose and Rose seeing that she really wasn’t the only diamond to see how flawed gem society really is/was or something along those lines).

As a sign that I am still alive and working on things (albeit slowly) here’s some art I’ve made related/for this AU. Basically the only confirmed designs for this AU.

Firstly, we have Sadie’s performance design as 80die. This is confirmation that 80die will still exist in this universe because I really just love the idea. Her design is more inspired by actual outfits female artists in the 80s wore (a mix of pop & rock). Also the star earrings are a nod to Greg’s star shirts since he is her manager.

Secondly, I have finally given a design to Purple Diamond’s disguised form as an amethyst. I kept a bit of Amy’s original design (light purple hair with a dark purple streak), but mostly completely changed her look. I kinda did a slight color shift with her design like Rose and I kinda (unintentionally) designed her skirt to be a bit similar to bottom of Rose’s dress. Though I did look at a ref of CG!Amethyst to kinda have her look similar yet still different since she’s just a diamond pretending to be an amethyst. Also the hearts in her design is actually a callback to the original concept I had for Purple Diamond’s symbol when after her rebellion (since stars is kinda the Crystal Gems thing). Though I think the only time I’ve ever shown anything related to the original concept for Amy’s group of gems (which mostly consisted of 2 or 3 other gems) is in Sophie’s earliest concept design, which is somewhere on my main account.

Lastly, I designed a fusion between Steven and Sophie. This is mostly the design of what their fist time fusing would look like. It’s heavily inspired by Stevonnie (for reasons I will not explain yet). Their fusion is called Stevie and their pronouns are They/Them. I don’t have much on their personality or really anything other than their design. However, I can say that both were surprised and excited to be able to fuse. (Also it’s really the first drawing I’ve ever made that actually has toes since I tend to avoid drawing them lol)

So yeah. A lil update and some art. You can send in asks for any questions based on what could possibly change or what ideas I have for this AU or even my thoughts on Sophie in other AUs. However, I may end up being vague with some answers for this AU since I’m still figuring things out and working on the timeline, but I’m fine with answering any questions for this AU. I may not be very active here (I’m more active on @artistically-unique-girl or @artsartblog since their my main account/blogs) but I still see things and check up here every once in awhile since I’m not trying to burn myself out over this (like I did before) and actually figure things out before just throwing out too many ideas at once. So feel free to leave any questions or thoughts you may have about this AU as I’m working on it (some things could spark new ideas for how this AU will be) or just questions or my thoughts on Sophie in other AUs because I have fun thinking about how Sophie would be/exist in other AUs. That’s all for now. Until my next post, stay creative!

~Mod Art

#mod post #purple diamond au #steven universe au #forgottendiamondau #please don't steal #amy the amethyst #disguised purple diamond #sadie miller #80die #Stevie #Steven and Sophie fusion #fan fusion #resetting the au #au fusion #lil update

[estrelladeishtar]

Catch me resurfacing after 5000 years only to (maybe) slip back away & into the void of space like some kinda cryptid

Also I updated the desktop blog themes for here & my personal bc it’s about time I got off my ass & did that

Anyway

I guess we’ve been long overdue for an updates post yeah? Last one I made was legit Nov 2021... I think I should at least leave another update post before seeing if I’m still around or end up vanishing yet again, lmfao But regardless, getting to the point...

Tossing shit under a read more just so that in case of a lengthy ass post it doesn’t clog people’s dashboards (dashboards? timelines? ...I’ve been mostly on twitter lmao so). TL;DR, life’s come swinging hard at me so it’s kept all of my focus mostly on personal matters, less on art, even with still creating things in the distance despite taking a lengthy hiatus (that’s arguably still ongoing? a semi hiatus now perhaps) so.

So I mean, for starters its kinda. Obvious that I’ve been more active on other social media sites rather than here, & tbh whether I really stick around here for long or end up disappearing back into the depths once more for whatever unforeseen reason is yet to be seen, especially since I only really use this place on occasion (for my mental health’s sake, mostly, whether that’ll change over time or will always remain in this “appears only occasionally” cycle is something we’ve yet to see, but for now... just don’t count on me really being consistently active here)

But even with being more active on other places I’ve still taken a semi-hiatus/hiatus, with a major part of that being attributed to uh. Health issues coming back with a vengeance & tryna crush me lol. I mean that’s, kinda par for the course with chronic illness I guess? But it’s put a heavy emphasis on me having to look after myself even moreso than before, & this amidst still processing some really heavy shit I mentioned in my last update that I won’t get into (bc it’s both deeply personal & very trigger heavy), on top of other things life keeps throwing at me (because of course it would), well I’ve just taken priority on taking care of that & making sure I’m fine &... thus not really being too present on here or anywhere really. Sometimes showing up on occasions because I engage with astrology related communities (since I’m learning more on that & other personal practices I won’t bore y’all with), sometimes showing up to support other artists, but yeah.

I do admit tho I’ve still been creating stuff in the background. Be it practicing with stuff art wise or working on other personal OC stuff or projects, I’ve had that still, & its one of the things that helps keep me afloat whilst also navigating, well, life itself. It’s admittedly been difficult navigating shit also tho because due to my health situation, I can’t really do comms (& I’ve been on break from them due to burnout), so income’s been... troublesome to say the least considering medical bills & all that. So trying to find ways to get that & sometimes getting help from others has been another thing that’s kept me away, but yeah.

Ultimately tl;dr of it is that I’ve just had life itself as a priority above all other things. & it’s bound to stay that way for a while, so yeah. But I still do want to see if, on occasions I’m on here posting art, I can maybe share some stuff around the OCs I’ve worked on/created/etc, as well as maybe lore for personal worldbuilding stuff?

I mean I need to share it on my toyhouse eventually anyway LOL, & AT LEAST on here I can make posts about OCs without being constrained to a fucking 280 char limit per post if I opt to do so 💀 Or see what else I choose to share as well as the art I make from time to time? Especially since I’ve been majorly revamping my own OCs & even with my sona I’ll soon be showcasing their proper ref in full with all forms of them/versions of em, both in & out of fandom but. yeah. Things to come.

Also- do expect more of this acct to start turning more OC focused or, IF I share fancharacters, its more centered around them... It doesn’t mean I’ll stop doing fanart no, since I do enjoy doing that on my spare time too, BUT I want my focus shifted primarily on OC content more since that’s my own personal passion anyway (be it OCs, fancharacters, self ship stuff too, or other’s OCs also) & cause I usually have more to ramble on about when it comes to OCs? So yeah. I plan to also implement other changes later into this acct but I’m presently just figuring that mess out while still being on semi-hiatus so yeah.

I hope all of y’all have been doing well & I do appreciate those who’ve stuck around still despite my routine appearing & disappearing bs lmao, & I wish y’all well also

...This update turned a lot longer than I anticipated but hey, least it’s not me updating at some weird ass fucking hour bc of being wide awake at strange times (my sleep schedule’s still broken as hell) (no its not ever going to improve probably) (Its been this way since 2010) (so don’t count on it improving)

#celestemancer speaks ; #updates ; #wow i finally got off my ass to type this after a whole ass fucking week & 3 days ago of having said i would. mess @ myself #I completely fucking spaced & just forgot... was it rly that long ago i said i'd update... (has no concept of time) #ANYWAY. we move forward lmao

[dis--parity]

———  BASICS  !  

(PEN)NAME: Aria!

PRONOUNS: she/her or they/them

ZODIAC  SIGN: Aquarius sun, Cancer moon, Saggitarius rising (I don’t know what moon and rising signs actually mean but hey ho)

TAKEN  OR  SINGLE:  taken but I’m poly (but I love my partner very very very much)

———  THREE  FACTS  !

I’ve started to get a little more in-touch with my spiritual side recently, and I’m looking into setting up an altar for Aphrodite! All this started after I received a table for free (it was sitting in the foyer with a note saying it was free so I thought hey, why not), so now I’m just looking for a nice table cloth for it and some decor to really amp up the feminine side of it! I’ve always wanted to do this, so I’m very excited for it!

Ever since I got into a D&D campaign recently, DM’d by a lovely, lovely person in Topaxi, I’ve honestly been hyperfixating on that wayyyyyyyyy more than I should have, to the point where I’ve even considered making a blog for one of my player characters! The only thing holding me back from it is the fact that the last time I tried that, it didn’t get any traction and eventually fell apart.

I have a new pitch for an in-character story arc before the real story of the blog is written out, but i just haven’t had the time or energy to focus on it as of yet! I promise I’ll get something out very soon after exams are done, though!

———  EXPERIENCE  !

PLATFORMS USED: In chronological order, I think... Skype, Shamchat, Chatzy, Tumblr (duh), and Discord.

I first established a blog on tumblr in... I think 2016? And I remade into this blog in early 2020, so that leaves me with 6 years of experience on this platform.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE  !

GENDER: [looks at my roster] ... yeah I might have a thing for female / femme muses HOWEVER male muses are also very fun to write! I don’t really have any preference honestly, the only thing I really critique myself on is their designs as they are right now. Like, I kinda headcanon Alex as being a bit more chubby than her ref sheet suggests, and I don’t put enough emphasis on Yeong-Hui’s scars, either. But, that’s a whole other rabbit hole.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S): I uh. I’m honestly not sure what this question is asking??? Faceclaims are faceclaims, sure I’ve had one or two ruined for me but it’s kinda whatever at this point. The only thing I’m slightly iffy on is IRL faceclaims but unless they’re used to aid an RP blog for an Actual Real Person (I saw an RP blog for the dude from Flubber once and I’m still not over it) then it’s fine as a stylistic choice.

MULTI OR SINGLE: I’ve flipped and flopped between multimuse and single muse quite a lot - I even considered having Theo and Souji on their own separate blog, or even just giving Theo his very own blog, just to keep things consistent. But, honestly, having all of these options here suits me, especially seeing as they’re all in the same story. The thing that burned me out on my last blog was one muse getting more attention than others, and then me burning out on all of them, so I dunno.

———  FLUFF  /  ANGST  /  SMUT  !  ♡    

FLUFF: I love it! Platonic, romantic, slice-of-life threads that don’t necessarily go anywhere, let’s do it! It’s the easiest way to measure and develop the chemistry between two muses, and get them talking about what matters to them in life, and all that - if it’s romantic, or in the pining stage, mixing it up with some affectionate gestures is just SO GOOD LIKE. OOOUGH

ANGST: Oh, you mean my favourite form of revealing backstory! Whether it be through relating an experience that two muses are having with each other to something in their past that it reminds them of, or facing something that had happened to them, opening up about something from my. [coughs] very expansive lore. it’s the best way to trick me into talking backstory and lore!

SMUT: Fuck yeah bro I love to smut it up! With the introduction of Theo to the blog, I’ve seen a lot more friends-with-benefits relationships come in through his bonds, but that’s honestly still so good! At the very least, it gives me an outlet to actually write smut every now and again, which is always awesome... I just wish my other muses would get the same treatment. I do most of my more risqué threads (if I know it’ll be ongoing) over on my other blog, here.

PLOT  /  MEMES: Memes are better to break the ice and just get interactions going, but once I see a bit of chemistry unfold between two muses, I’m more than happy to plot! My only fear is that when I do plot, it’s not met with quite the same enthusiasm from the other side because I am. aheh. VERY much prone to the brainrot sometimes. More involved plots REALLY do get me going though, and I’d love to have more of them!

TAGGED BY: @causalitylinked​ (thank u livi ily) TAGGING: I don’t tend to tag people in these but if you wanna do it then go ahead!

#[The Voice From Beyond] OOC

[sweetlysavory]

Holy Yogurt, Batman!

Yogurt can be made at home – and I tend to forget this. Or am I intimidated by my instant pot? (A little of both.) It’s probably more cost effective and will be a tad healthier. Even though I eat plain, Evan gets vanilla – that changed when I incubated my first batch of yogurt in my kitchen.

Yogurt is what is the fermentation of milk from bacteria known as yogurt cultures. Calling it fermented milk isn’t marketing friendly, and therefore was called by the ancient Greeks: oxygala. “Oxi” meaning sour, and “gala” meaning milk. Written about by Greek physician, Aelius Galenus, and Roman author, Pliny the Elder, the earliest yogurts were enjoyed much like we do today – with a touch of honey. Seen throughout cultures from Greeks, Turks, and Russia – with a variety of milks like water buffalo, camels, and goats – and a myriad of flavors like mustard seeds and cinnamon in Mughal Indian Empire – today’s yogurt sold in the U.S. would be unrecognizable. Companies like Dannon and Colombo made yogurt what it is today for our store shelves. And what happened to Colombo? It was bought out by General Mills in 1993, then transitioned to focus on Yoplait.

Credit: Fooducate.com

To sweeten plain, unadulterated yogurt for American palates, Colombo Yogurt added fruit preserves to the bottom creating the “fruit on the bottom” craze. This idea alone brought in more than $1 million dollars per year. The yogurt industry has blossomed with different styles like Icelandic, Lassi, Probiotic Yogurt Drinks – and what I’m interested in making myself – Lactose Intolerant Yogurt. According to the package of live cultures it can be made with dairy free milk! I’ll try that one later – right now, let’s make Instant Pot Yogurt.

Before adding the milk and cultures to the pot and smashing that YOGURT button, the milk first needs to be pasteurized. To do that, set the sauté and let the milk warm up to around 180 ͦ Fahrenheit  (82 ͦ Celsius).

After the milk has reached the necessary temperature, fill the skink with cold water, and cool the pasteurized milk to around 116 ͦ Fahrenheit (46 ͦ Celsius) so the cultures don’t immediately die when added. Stir to combine the active cultures, cover the instant pot, then finally slap that YOGURT button.

You can choose to incubate this from 12 to 24 hours, I did mine at 24 hours and daaaaamn did this turn out better than expected. Even just after the reveal, I found thick Greek style yogurt like described by Galenus and Pliny the Elder.

To strain and keep that Greek style, you can invest in cheese cloth and a hook to drip the whey out. Or if you’re creative like me: a metal strainer and coffee filters work just fine! I had these left over from making snowflakes for my Annual Ugly Sweater Party – and finally have a new use for them! Layer a few filters around the strainer, and pour your yogurty goodness on in. It might be more practical to spoon in at first to create less mess, but when filming and cooking – both hands need to be used for the cooking.

Set the strainer back over the pot used from incubation, and finish draining the whey. I let mine sit a total of 2 hours (cause I’m impatient!), but for extra thick goodness – 4 hours will do the trick. Then scoop out to store or eat straight away!

“Yogurt History”, Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yogurt#History

“Colombo Yogurt”, Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colombo_Yogurt

“The Home Cooking Survival Guide for Your Busy Work Week”, Pro Home Cooks, YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0boZvBnzQzc

Yogurt Cultures: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00XQHND6M/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00XQHND6M&linkCode=as2&tag=broth0b5-20&linkId=935dbc1465ae128c96c4add9b5fff0a2

#instant pot #yogurt #instant pot yogurt #how to make yogurt #yogurt at home #homemade yogurt #youtube #cooking #sweetly savory #sweetly savory kathleen #inspiration #tasty #breakfast #food #homemade

[chorda-tendinea]

pinned post i suppose

hi, you guys can call me chorda or just chord if you'd prefer! any pronouns are fine (tbh i'm a little curious to see what vibes i give off hehe)

this post is a bit of an intro but mostly for me to keep track of my own tags haha

tags:

#reblobble : the tag i use for stuff i reblog. it's a bit inconsistent right now cos i'm still figuring out my own tagging system asdhgg

#save : miscellaneous stuff that i'd like to be able to find later

#fave : i guess sort of general serotonin / comfort stuff?? there's no real definition, it just depends on my whims

#funnies : exclusively for silly stuff

#rb later : sometimes i want to rb smth and write out a big tag commentary but i don’t have the energy, so i figured it’d be nice to just rb first to remind myself (these will probably be deleted after i do them properly)

#art inspo : art that makes me go "oughh i wanna be able to do that so bad"

#fic inspo : fic that i really liked and also maybe some stuff that reminds me of / applies to the stuff i'm writing?

#art ref : tips and tutorials that i'm saving for later

#writing ref : resources for fic writing hehe

#things to do sometime in the nebulous future : like save but for potential future activities / projects

#reminder to myself: psa's and self care stuff

#signal boost: info that might be important for other people to see (like the actual psa’s lmao)

#chorda’s analysis: for rambling on my interpretation of [thing], currently ava/m but i’ll probably use this tag for other things too

#reblobble #save #fave #funnies #rb later #art inspo #fic inspo #art ref #writing ref #things to do sometime in the nebulous future #reminder to myself #signal boost #chorda's analysis