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todayisafridaynight · 8 months
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So there's my grammar teacher who used to be known as the intimidating one but like.. He's always been open to me and my friend about like what he watches and interests and has literally asked to see my writing
Do you know how awkward it is to explain the last thing I wrote was haha flower cough;"#+(@+%
(he liked the concept and deadass said "send it to me that's a command" and now I'm omw to write something entirely new because ain't no way I'm sending MineDai)
LMAO I WAS GONNA SAY YOU'D HAVE TO HOLD A GUN TO MY HEAD TO SEND SLASH FICTION TO MY TEACHER
#snap chats#i could never be that open with a teacher bro id rather get shot#will be epic to see what you end up cooking up for him tho. in pursuit of Not sending slash fiction lmaoooo#i wish i was able to be close with my teachers- closest i got was my art teacher during I Think my 1st or 2nd year of high school#he was SUCH a cool teacher and he'd always work on commissions during class#he was color blind so he had this really cool system on figuring out what the appropriate colors were for a client's piece#i remember one time we were meant to sketch those like. japanese scroll pieces Yk What I Mean#and while he did have preexisting examples for students who didnt know what to do (or didnt care LMAO)#he was just 'you always know what you're doing so you can freehand it' so that was epic :)#i drew a dragon.... cause im predictable...... but he really liked it so :)#man high school sucked but i also remember my english/comics teacher.. she was a really big fan of mine#she was especially passionate about my doing comics and doing art related things.. i get sad thinking about it sometimes#part of why ive always wanted to make a doujin was for her so i could send it to her and be like#'hey teach i still really like art look :)'. like when i say she was SUPER passionate about me It Was Super Passion#honestly she was my first big fan if im tbh- id never gotten support like that and i wish i valued her enthusiasm more#i was just mad depressed and angry in high school i just wanted to be left alone all the time.. but oh well no point in crying about it now#it'd be better if i could start thinking of a teacher-friendly doujin to make and give her... lmao.....#BUT YEAH NOT TO HIJACK YOUR ASK TO RAMBLE i hope you think of something to give your teach LMAOOO#just change the names full a Fifty Shades it's fine. terrible example but we know what i mean is the worst part
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steampunkedparm · 3 months
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bluh bluh bluh sketch I started that im hoping i can make into a full peice for a friend :P saying this though has definitely cursed me into doing exactly not that blarrgh!!!
only posting in here because she fellows my art acc on insta but she doesn't have a Tumblr ;P hehe
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magicalgirlartist · 1 month
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I finally drew the Toa Nuva as magical girls, as promised! I'm really happy with some of them. Some of them were easy to figure out and others were a struggle (Pohatu I'm looking at you lmao). Like I've said these aren't going to be in the Bionicle Sports Anime proper but I just like drawing cute dresses so here we are lol. Most poses are referenced from @adorkastock except Kopaka's and Onua's.
[Commissions open!]
Design notes under the cut!
I really wanted to commit to everyone having skirts or dresses, but for Lewa I figured maybe it was better to give him shorts so he's not flashing everyone while soaring through the treetops lol. Which is too bad because he would rock a skirt. JUST HIM THOUGH everyone else MUST wear a dress. This is not optional (I also wanted to avoid making anyone look embarrassed or upset to avoid the "haha man in skirt uncomfortable with it" thing because. Yeah)
This is also our first time seeing everyone next to each other with relative heights! Tahu, Kopaka, and Gali are all approximately the same height, Onua is a short king, and Pohatu and Lewa are the tallest. I base human Bionicle heights on vibes almost exclusively.
I didn't set out to give everyone white gloves and shoes, it just sort of happened. Initially no one was going to have white in their outfit except Kopaka, but it's a good neutral colour if used sparingly that helps break up some of the otherwise very monochromatic look I've given them. I also gave Pohatu a couple of orange accents because I felt like it :P
Each of them has their Nuva symbol in a different place on their outfit, like Tahu's boots and Lewa's earrings. I meant to give them each their elemental symbol as well, but the only ones who wound up with it anywhere are Tahu (chest and hair clip) and Onua (gloves and boots).
One of the hardest things for me when designing magical girls is shoes. Shoes are hard in general because I never think about them ever, but especially magical girl shoes. Gali's are based on one of Lagoona's sets from Monster High, and Pohatu's are inspired by the shoes and socks in Idol x Heroine Miracle Tunes. The other thing I have a hard time with is hairstyles and I just kept them the same for this lmao I really didn't want to make magical girl versions of all these hairstyles. In hindsight I do wish I'd put some braids or beads or something into Onua's beard.
I figure they all have their own callout when they transform, like at the end of his sequence Tahu would say something like "the raging flames of the inferno! Toa Tahu!" and Kopaka says like "the silent fury of the blizzard...Toa Kopaka." or some shit lol. And then once they've all transformed and said their piece they pose and go "Unity! Duty! Destiny! We are the Toa Nuva!" idk maybe it's the PreCure talking lol but yeah I do love a team callout
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yeehawpim · 5 months
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hi first of all i love your webcomic and cant believe it's only a month old?? it hits DEEP in the emotions the way id expect to see something that's been going on for Years and Years!! i love it and hope to see it become a classic. Anyways, i saw you opened comms and was curious, as someone who's never commissioned an entire comic from somebody. say if somebody were to comm an oc thing rather than fandom— are they the ones that have to provide a script/layout template? or do you come up with the concept from a prompt (or writing sample i guess maybe??) and work from there? thank you in advance for answering and i hope you have a good day!
Thank you so much!! I think I was drawing those two kids for a month or so before I got the website up? 🤔 haha this is why there are so many entries for October b/c I uploaded those all at once
Some earlier ones are ideas I've been thinking of for months but couldn't figure out which characters to put them, and the two kids kinda naturally developed once I said fuck it and just drew the idea. I'm so happy people connect with them!!
I'm new to commissions too tbh, sorry this wasn't very clear!
Scripts in comics come in a bunch of different forms, but I would only expect lines of dialogue for an oc comic. If you want you could also give me the setting for instance, but smth like this:
A: hello?
B: hey what's up
A: I need your help can you come over here?
B: eeugh I can't I'm buying clothes
A: alright well hurry up and come over here
B: I can't find em
I would also accept prompts if it were fan content that I know, but in the case of an oc I imagine you'd know your characters better than me 👍
thank you for your question!
Edit: I would draw OCs doing the soup store bit this is a threat
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bisexuallilapitts · 10 months
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I'm not feeling well and ranting about Tua S2 is my default so I thought I'd put some thought into what I'd change about the storylines for my own (personal) entertainment
Disclaimer I am not a writer, I just have opinions and this got way longer than I anticipated (especially the Viktor bit) so it's all under read more
Luther - I actually don't mind Luther's storyline too much, or what little he had going on anyway - it does make sense that he'd seek out another figure to fill the hole that his distrust in Reginald created, it makes sense that he is once again being used by that figure for their own gain, and it makes sense that he finally sticks it to Reginald in 2x06 - I just wish there was more of that and less of whatever the fuck they were doing with him and Allison (can they not just be friends please god) - I feel like expanding on his parental figure issues also just fits great with S3 and his confrontation with Reggie - and trying to trust someone who has betrayed him only to be stabbed (quite literally) in the back for trusting again
Diego - I'm just gonna be honest and say Diego should have spent longer in the 60s than a couple of months, maybe switching the dates Diego and Luther arrived, I don't know - a little more insight into how Lila got close to Diego in the asylum, and more time expanding on how therapy and his time in the 60s changed him, and expanding on the racism he endured in S2 not just with the asylum guards - it's something he and Allison talk about in S3 amd it's no doubt something they both grew up dealing with
Allison - again, very little Id change other than keeping it going for longer, it seems like after 2x06 racism stops existing in S2 (other than one mention) and so do all the characters Allison's interacted with at this point beyond Ray, obviously there's only so much you can fit into 10 45 minute episodes and the last three barely have any outside interactions beyond the commission but I still think even just one shot of Odessa, Ray and the others hearing about Allison being linked to JKFs death was warranted
Klaus - oh Klaus, I could go on for days about you - I am a firm Klaus joining an anti war movement truther, hell I even like the ghost cult theory that people had going on, I just feel like nobody really knew what to do with Klaus in S2 - and he was very much disjointed from the rest of the characters in the way that was obvious - yes he was in s1 and S3 (S3 again slightly more obvious with it than S1) but he was also connected to the main plot, S2 he was doing his own thing pretty much 99% of the season and it only served as more disconnect - I'm not saying he needed to be a main character, he wasn't in s1 and he still had things going on, I'm saying that it's at least expected that if everyone else is related to the plot by coincidence and what else, and Klaus is just there, why is Klaus there? What is he providing? S1, he had a hand in the apocalypse as much as everyone else, and it's sadly missing here.
Five - This is related to Diego too, but it fits more with the Five stuff. Drop the Handler stuff, just completely drop it. She didn't need to come back, have AJ take her place. And if you're gonna bring in the Commission then set them up firmly against Five (and by extension the other Hargreeves) for fucking with time - set it up that Five is dangerous and AJ knows it, that he's building an army (2x10) to try take Five down - his own adopted daughter (Lila) included, no deals, no bargains, AJ wants to destroy Five for even daring to try stop the apocalypse, and he's more ruthless than the Handler to get his way - and let Five get the satisfaction of killing him
Ben - I would say drop the possession stuff but that is plot relevant so maybe change it around to be on a more consensual sort of weird thing Klaus and Ben do - it could still be funny, with the siblings talking to Ben and Ben trying to act as Klaus (for whatever reason) and because Klaus is pretty much a strange character to his siblings already they don't question how wildly out of character he's acting ie "Because that is a thing, I, Klaus Hargreeves, do." "Uh? Sure buddy." / "I think I'm really nailing acting like you." Meanwhile the siblings side eyeing Ben acting as Klaus but they just don't know what the fuck is going on - and just for extra funsies (aka pain) have it established to Ben that he knows possessing Klaus (and by extension anyone else) is slowly destroying him but he wants to be a part of the family again, and he wants to experience life again so badly that he keeps going, and going, until he ends up passing on helping Viktor - and let that be part of the message with Klaus
Viktor - ohohoho where do I even begin? I think the only thing I will be leaving untouched is Sissy and Harlan, the rest? Gone. Personally I am not a fan of amnesia storylines, but Viktor needs to almost end the world somehow, right, and come to terms with his childhood trauma and the end of S1 somehow and doing it off screen hardly seems fair
I'm so glad you asked :) so Viktor, following have a gun go off by his ear and getting hit by a car goes deaf in one ear and it's affecting his powers obviously cause they're related to hearing at least somewhat - he's losing control, or can't make them work when he wants and he feels like the progress he made is thrown back as well as feeling conflicted and guilty for using them after what happened, after almost killing Allison - but still angry at his siblings for what they did and a lot of conflicting emotions also fuelling his powers being out of control
He's desperately trying to hide his powers (not the LGBTQ+ Merlin metaphor) from Sissy, Harlan and Carl and maintain the life he's created in the 60s but it's growing increasingly more difficult and only adding to his stress
So when he sees Luther again, he's obviously feeling a lot - happy to see someone he knows, anger, pained, guilty, confused - maybe even feeling like an outcast again, assuming that they all knew where each other was this entire time and left him out again - and leaves before Luther can talk to him, the conflicting emotions and his powers make something happen in Sissy's house (idk maybe something breaks enough to scare Viktor into leaving before he thinks he'll hurt someone else) and bumping into the Swedes and meeting Five again, and this time they properly talk it out - Viktor seeing the hurt he caused Five during his years in the apocalypse, even if the events that led to the apocalypse weren't only his fault, he admits fault for his part in it, and Five, aptly says something like, "You were a cog in a machine, Viktor. If not you, it would've been someone else, the Commission made sure of that." And it's clear they've at least talked it out somewhat to be able to trust each other
The second Luther and Viktor reunion is still hard - Luther apologises like in canon, and Viktor is wary of his sincerity, pointing out the last time he trusted Luther he was locked in the basement - Luther admits that he has no reason to be trusted, but he'll prove it to Viktor if he can - and it's cautious predicament with the two of them from here on out, eventually Viktor and Luther both realising the positions they were manipulated into by Harold and Reginald (and Pogo) and their own actions respectively
The other reunions and slightly less tense - Diego and Viktor's being the most tense of the remaining three - but again, they both apologise - Diego's therapy and Viktor's own realisations with the apocalypse playing a part, and it's slightly cold but still forgiveness, Allison is still trying to deal with her own problems in the 60s along with pushing down any of the negative feelings she has about what happened in S1 so it plays very much the same s1 to S3 wise but maybe Viktor is more wary of Allison's forgiveness, and Klaus is the one with the least stake in that plotline
So, okay, he's made up with the majority of the siblings, his emotions are under control, and his powers are more or less under control, how does he cause the end of the world? I'm still so glad you asked besties BC here's the plot twist he doesn't - in which I'll explain, so how does Ben still help Viktor and end up dying but it's nothing to do with the end of the world, and what about the apocalypse at the beginning of s2 - it's all been set up to look like Viktor will cause the apocalypse again in Five (and the audiences) eyes
So why does Ben help Viktor and end up passing on? Instead of running away with Sissy, Viktor tries to decide to stay in the 60s instead - it's not ideal but if he can't bring Sissy with him, then he'll stay, it's the obvious solution only Carl isn't happy with that - and the gun fight ensues - the gun going off throwing Viktor back to the theatre and into a flashback - one no one can reach him in - except Ben
And they still have their talk, and Viktor manages to find his own peace with what happened
So how does the world end? Well, the Commission being dickheads and AJ manipulating Lila for a reason bb with something like this going down between AJ and Five
"Today, tomorrow, next week, almost sixty years from now, it doesn't matter. It's all the same to me."
"Time matters, you can't erase all that time. It'll cause a paradox that could destroy the universe!" (Hello S3 hint) "Surely the rest of the Commission don't see it that way."
"The world was always doomed to end, and your pathetic attempt to save it only doomed it and your siblings faster. I'd almost congratulate you, Five, you managed to fail so incredibly that you made my own job easier."
They figure out the Commission are targeting the Federal building to make it look like an attack and start a nuclear war with Hazel's tape, and stop it from being blown up in time, but bad news - Harlan still has powers and AJ's army is ready and 2x10 plays out basically the same
And where is Reggie in all this? Keeping an eye on what's happening in the background - having his own people investigate the siblings and keeping note of their powers which will come bite them in S3 - he's not explicitly a part but he's definitely doing something in the background
And then, Sparrows.
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eirian · 3 months
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so im thinking up a few options for myself:
local art market. it happens every second saturday downtown which is a great frequency i think. however i dont know the type of people attending so i dont know if my merch will sell well or at all, and i dont know if they even allow the type of stuff i sell. so this is an iffy one
finding book authors who need illustrations done. i can def do a childrens book illustration if i needed to but id like to find something within my current art style if possible. i'll have to look around and try and find places where ppl are looking for my type of work
sell at conventions. this one's a little tricky bc 1) i have to invest in my stock which is at LEAST $300 for everything i need, 2) im not guaranteed to get on the list of vendors, and 3) these happen very infrequently and i dont know if i can rely on this for steady income
self publish comics. i had thought of this before and i dont think im Currently fit for doing it bc i tend to burn out soooo easily (thats likely a problem with my workflow honestly. its fixable surely) but im hopefully about to get adderall prescribed to me so maybe it'll work out after all lol. unfortunately this isnt an overnight project either though, and i do need to make money Right Now
get into making either live2d vtuber models or 3d models for both vrchat and/or vtubers. i know i know, i cant charge 8k for my first models, but i can at least make a few hundred on a single model. this would be a new skill to learn but its totally possible. theres tutorials and i also vaguely know how to use blender so i can at least try this. i do have fun doing this stuff anyway. im just a lil worried about the level of detail that goes into live2d models, im not super used to detailed designs just yet but its something ive been wanting to put more time and work into, so..
bite the bullet and start putting more work into social media presence and advertising my commissions. i complain about how rough commission work is all the time yes. but genuinely i do enjoy doing commissions for a living. the ONLY reason i complain is because of the inconsistent/low income, and the only reason for That is because i dont have a huge following to the point of where my slots sell out regularly. im no sakimichan. but if i just put in a little more time and work into building a social media presence im sure things will look up in that regard. i just have to fuckin..do it
so ya. these all have pros and cons and im weighing them desperately LOL. if im being honest? im leaning towards three in particular: the vtuber models, building a better social media presence to up my commission demand, and selling at conventions. i can definitely do all three of course, but i have to figure out how to balance everything while learning to do the new things and get good at them. i have no idea how to wrangle social media. ive tried so many things and i keep falling out of it so so easily, its very hard. but fuck dude if 15 year olds on youtube can have 100k subscribers then what the hell am i doing LOL yknow?
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platinumaspiration · 10 months
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well, @brandinotbroke just gave my ego the hugest boost with this tag game! I really shouldn't play this while in a bad mood tho :p
What’s your favourite sims death? I would have to say...probably flies. Never had it happen in my game (naturally), tho
2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? 4t2 maxis match conversions, because it's gross and ugly :p No, but for real, I like all cc. People put a lot of time and love into what they create/convert/retexture/recolor. I think that should be recognized.
3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? No...who does that?
4. Do you use move objects? Yes, kind of have to sometimes!
5. Favorite mod? I had to go into my main save for this one haha. I'd say...all the anti-corruption mods. And to piggy back off of brandinotbroke, ACR! The rest I could probably live without if I could ever sort my folder. Oh, also, one mod I'd really like to give a try is Story Progression by LazyDuchess.
6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? First purchased was Christmas 2005. My parents gifted me Sims 2 and then my birthday a month later I got University, I believe. I should show you all the video of me opening it and running off to play haha. First played was, I wanna say Urbz! and Bustin' Out. We would rent those from the video store.
7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? Alive. I recently found out my IRL BFF pronounces it as Living. I've known her almost 20 years and feel like I don't know her anymore 😅
8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Rhiannon, one of my model sims, but all 4 of my models are my favorite. I really should put Rhiannon as a townie in my uberhood. She deserves a life outside of posing.
9. Have you made a simself? Yes, like 18 years ago lol. Ended up corrupting the hood trying to move me with my 10 same face kids to a new neighborhood. I've really enjoyed the premade sims ever since.
10. What sim traits do you give yourself? of sims 3 traits: absent-minded, light sleeper, brooding, over-emotional, nurturing, workaholic, frugal
11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? TS4's #13 - Honey Blond
12. Favorite EA hair? probably aflongsimple or affuzzylongep
13. Favorite life stage? oh gosh... probably adult in any game lol
14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? gameplay, I'll let @plumbtales and @kestrelteens do the building and inspo!
15. Are you a CC creator? I don't think I've created anything myself. I've converted a ton of stuff tho! I'd love to create something, but textures are so difficult for my brain to understand. I commend those who retexture!
16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? Yeah! Baby Gang! lol, not like we do anything other than play online pvp games and share cc wips
17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4) 2 is my ultimate, though I'd love to dive back into Sims 3
18. Do you have any sims merch? Maybe someday @microscotch and I can make something palpable
19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? Not gameplay (yet).
20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? Well, I had dial up internet until about 2010 so... figure that one out haha. But yeah, I was a semi-realistic kind of girl up until about... 2020? 2021? when i made the switch to 4t2. Still working on becoming completely 4t2.
21. What’s your Origin ID? n/a lmao
22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? Oh gosh, there's too many. All my mutuals, I love ya and your cc! Even some people who are not mutuals with me are my absolute favorite. I could never choose haha.
23. How long have you had a simblr? I think I just had my 2 year anniversary.
24. How do you edit your pictures? I recently commissioned the Queen of Renders ™ @microscotch to take preview pics for me while i was out of town lol. She also made me a photoshop template as well. (Go get a commission, she's having a sale right now 😉) For gameplay, I let reshade do the work for me and crop/size it to 700x934
25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? Brandinotbroke gave the best answer haha. I honestly don't know what kit EA can come up with next
25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? For Sims 2, probably Nightlife. The first 3 EPs, honestly. Sims 3 has to be Ambitions and Generations. Idk about Sims 4 as most I've played is about 2 hours in Strangerville as the Beakers.
Gonna tag baby gang, feel free to ignore! @microscotch @tvickiesims @lordcrumps @simsisit
thank you again to brandinotbroke for making my day, my week, my month and maybe even my year.
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lizard-shifter-noms · 7 months
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Wayward Waters Chapter 5
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Hello everyone! Chapter 5!
time to explore more of the world!
this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.
have fun reading!
and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)
AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;
AO3 Wayward waters
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I missed home, but right now i had no idea where the fuck i was.
Only that I was on some island with a big ass eel pit that injured one of the Crewmembers of the ship I had landed on somehow.
And now I was sitting on a slope in my Giant form with a Birdlegged Maniac who was used as a pillow by a sea serpent.
In all honesty? Fuck.
The last I had seen of my friends was in the storm that had thrown me off the ship I was supposed to be on and now one of the guys that found me and said he'd help me was out of commission.
I glanced over to Jamie, who had given up trying to remove Imugi’s head by now and was just lying there.
They looked sad, but not sad sad, rather the kind where one tried to hide they were sad.
I looked around for anything helpful but the only things I saw were more rocks, some sand and a few palm trees which were barely the length of my under arm.
Palm trees hmm…
A VERY stupid idea came into my head.
I slowly stood up so as not to startle them and walked over to the nearest tree, a dingy little thing that had broken almost in half by the storm.
Wouldn't make it for long now anyway and was only holding on by a thread.
Good thing too, Robin would never forgive me if I ripped out a healthy plant.
I positioned myself so that they couldn't see and tried to get the tree as quietly as possible, which was only half successful.
“The HELL you doing over there? I swear if you do something shady I will get the paint bucket we have on board and pour it into your nostrils!”
That had to be the weirdest threat I had ever received, and I lived in the same castle as Nea.
Man, I even missed her too, how absolutely stupid.
Whatever, I put the tree in my hand so it looked like it grew out from there before turning around.
Holding the hand with the tree up so it could be easily seen.
“Look, Palm tree”
Jamie made a choking noise before starting to full on laugh, keeling back over while Imugi looked confusedly at them before slinking back into the ocean.
“Your jokes are so bad I don't even know why I'm laughing at them!”
I just shrugged.
“Maybe they're funny because they're bad? Or your sense of humor is just as bad as my jokes”
Jamie made a noncommittal noise and I sprawled out on the grass where I was.
“Yo Kitty cat, how tall are you? You're like as tall as Imugi is long”
How tall i was? Well human form was around 5’10, for the giant one i could only guess.
“Uhh dunno? Like thirty feet? I can't exactly measure myself easily like this”
I heard shuffling and turning my head to look. I saw that Jamie had taken the measuring rope which had kind of started all of this mess with Ronan.
“Well then, hold still and I can check! We already went through so much chaos to get this stupid rope that we might as well use it!”
Well, fair.
“Yeah, it would be nice knowing how tall I am exactly, Is the rope long enough for that?”
They shrugged.
“Only one way to find out, also this thing is like fifty feet or so if not i can still measure twice and use math to figure it out”
They walked up next to my head with one end of the rope, setting it down on the same height as my scalp.
“Can you use your thumb to hold this end to the ground? I think id just drag it away if i tried”
I nodded and pressed the end of the rope into the ground while Jamie walked along my side down to my knees, counting the feet as they went.
I did wonder how tall I actually was, so far I had just estimated myself to be around thirty feet but I wasn't sure if that was accurate.
Probably not.
I did my best not to move as Jamie walked along my side, both to not mess up the measuring and to not startle the Bird Legged weirdo.
“FORTY FIVE FEET!”
I sat up abruptly at Jamie's shout, seeing the sun already low in the sky.
“What? Forty five? That's fifteen more than I thought!”
Huh, then again I had never really had anything to accurately measure myself with.
“Yeah! Forty five! You must be bad at math!”
“Does math have anything to do with me misjudging my height?”
Jamie flicked the rope and started coiling it up.
“Well according to some nerds everything is math somehow,  So who cares?”
Well, I was the first to admit that there was a lot I didn't know, but everything was math? Who came up with that?
“Well, what now? Are we stuck on the island? I'm sure my friends worry about me and I'd like to get to them as fast as possible! And Ronan needs an actual Medic!”
Jamie tilted their head at me, and for a painful second I was reminded of Oakley, god I missed all of them.
Especially Robin.
“Well, bringing Ronan to a doc, an actual one not whatever Imik and Akeem are doing would come first, but the doc is also back at our base and we need to go there anyway for the map n’ shit.
So i guess now that our Captain’s injured well probably go there faster anyway, so i guess you get your wish”
Harsh, but true.
“Well i did want to get home as fast as possible but not like that, i hope he'll be okay, he will be okay right?”
Jamie just shrugged and waved to follow them, which I did, slowly.
“I'm sure he'll get over it, it's not the first time he got bitten by a electric eel, just never so many, also he managed to get through a fuckton of other weird injuries, so yeah hell be fine, he don't got enough brain for it to be damaged further anyway”
So Ronan would be okay in the end, good to hear.
“Hey! So you can shift into that fuzzy thing and into a giant right? Do you have anything more portable than that? Well be faster if you're not so fucking oversized”
Well, yes, but I hadn't done so because I hadn't trusted them thus far, but if we could go faster…
I waited for a moment that Jamie was looking forward to the boat and then turned the Gem on the bracelet, shrinking down to my human size.
The next time they turned to face me I was already back in my human form and they let out a startled screeching noise that grated in my pointy ears.
“You could do that the entire time? What the fuck! You should have done that sooner!”
“Well, i didn't know you guys, and i'm less likely to be stabbed as a giant creature, also the entire thing with my second heart starting to work and i didn't know if shifting would fuck it up even more”
“...Fair point, let's get back on the ship and jumpscare Imik!”
“What? Why? And why Imik?”
“Cuz Akeem can't be scared, also it's funny seeing Imiks Webbed ears Flare up in alarm!”
So just for fun then, yeah that was okay.
“Well, as long as it's okay I don't see why not, but shouldn't we focus on getting Ronan to the Doc you mentioned?”
Their face lost the mischievous touch.
“Ugh yeah fair, let's go on board and toss Imugi the Halfter so she can tow us away from the island”
They walked up the plank to the Boat and I followed behind, 
almost slipping one time as the wood was slick under my feet and the Orange tinted sky made weird shadows.
“If you fall in i will laugh”
“If I fall in, I will make sure the splash hits only you!”
As stupid as being stuck away from my friends was at least the banter with Jamie was a little funny, they were gruff sure, but not malicious.
 “Come on Kitty cat! Help me toss the tow thing to Imugi!”
I followed them up to the front of the boat where a variety of stuff was bolted down or straight up Built into the ship, like the box in the front.
The Box looked to be lockable and Jamie yanked out a weird construction of rope and metal, the front part reminding me of the thing they put into the mouth of a horse to ride it.
Then they tossed the front half into the water and hooked the part still on the ship into a pair of curved metal things that were bolted to the boat itself.
So that was the thing Imugi used to tow the boat! Interesting.
“Did you know that Imugi is named that because Ronan kept her in a mug for the first two weeks of her life? Apparently she was TINY! And ‘IN MUG’ became Imugi at some point”
What? That sea monster used to fit in a mug? A bucket I could maybe believe, but a mug?
“She was that tiny? Wait, why was she kept in a mug?”
Jamie shrugged.
“Orphanage probably wouldn't have taken kindly to a sea monster in the house, he left after Imugi got to big to hide, somehow got a boat and a bunch of idiots to help him out”
“You're also one of those Idiots, you're aware right?”
They waved me off.
“Yeah yeah, whatever, to get on this ship you gotta have a few screws loose anyway, and even more so if you end up staying”
Well, at least they were self aware.
There was a sudden tug on the boat and I leaned over to see what it was.
Apparently Imugi had found the tow thingy despite the Ocean getting dark before the sky and was slowly dragging it through the water, Boat and all attached.
Jamie hopped down from the railing and walked towards the stairs, the movement of their legs reminding me of a strutting pigeon.
Yeah, I'd better never mention that, as funny as the mental image might be.
I followed them down the stairs back onto the deck.
“Do we need to steer the boat if Imugi is towing it?”
“Nah, she knows where to go, she's not stupid she’ll know that with one of us injured the best thing to do is go Home”
Well, that was relieving, I doubted Jamie could steer properly, or even if so that they would do so in a normal way.
The sound of a door opening drew my attention while Jamie walked up the mast to the crows nest again.
Turning my head around I saw that it was Akeem, who softly closed the door behind him.
He looked at me unblinkingly for a moment, could he even blink? and then carried on past me as if nothing was amiss.
He opened a hatch in the floor and pulled out an Telescope, hit the mast one time and then tossed the thing up where Jamie caught it in their claws with a single leg.
Impressive, I had to admit that.
Despite their insane shenanigans they managed to function pretty well as a team.
Once again I was made aware of my own friends not being here with a pang.
I hoped i could go home soon, they were nice yes, but i'd rather go back to Tunstead and the Castle in Kamerasca.
Akeem then turned to me and I once again wondered if the guy had to blink at all, him being completely, well, Stone faced.
“Ronan is alright for now, we will head to Kariba Island as fast as possible to get him proper treatment, then after we have brought him to a doctor we will see that we find you a way to get home”
“Thank you so much, can I help somehow? I'm not good with boats or medicine but i can move heavy stuff”
The stone man shook his head.
“We are alright for now, should we need your help i will let you know”
With that he left again and went into the boat.
Huh, thus far I haven't set a single foot into the ship itself, eh whatever.
Also Kariba Island? Hadn't heard that before.
I wondered where on the map that was and what the island itself looked like.
Eh, I'd find out soon enough.
Soo… what to do now? I was stuck on the ship with nothing to do, and I did not want to sleep just yet as i was not tired.
I did not like that, it gave my brain time to think about Home which made me miss it all the more.
I Looked up the mast to the crows nest at the top.
One could probably see pretty far from there.
If Jamie could climb it with sweater covered hands then surely i could climb it normally!
I went up to the wooden structure and tried to jump up as far as possible only to slide right back down despite my best efforts to hold on.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Came Jamie's voice from above and glancing up I could see their head looking down at me.
“I'm trying to climb! Maybe I'll get lucky and see something I know!”
As unlikely as it was, it would at least distract me from thinking too much.
“Well you're doing a shit job at trying to get up here!”
“Help me then!” “Nah, watching you struggle is funnier”
I rolled my eyes at the retort and tried again to get up, only to slide down again while I wrapped my legs around the mast and held on with my hands.
“How the fuck do you do it? And with fabric covered hands no less?!”
“Hah! I'm just used to it! Tell ya what! If you can get up here with no help I'll give you one of my shiny pebbles!”
I was about to retort that I had no use for shiny pebbles when I saw what Jamie was holding up.
A whole ass Ruby the size of a thumb, partially obscured by the sweater which still covered their hands.
Even in the weird light of the late evening it was clearly visible, especially against the blue fabric.
Well, admittedly i had no need for it seeing as i lived at the castle but damn if that wasn't enticing.
“Where did you even get that?”
“Sometimes I help Imik crack open Boxes from sunken ships! So I get to keep some of the stuff!”
Huh, true sunken ships might contain treasure but one had to get lucky to get anything good.
“Alright, I'll get up there somehow!”
I tried to scale the smooth wood again and this time managed to get a little higher than before but fell down regardless.
“One should think that a guy able to turn into a giant cat could climb better than that!”
Well, true, but the Ardua form had claws…oh wait.
Jamie also used their claws to climb! Granted their bird-like feet were already better for climbing but maybe I should use my nails instead of trying to hold on with only my hands.
Yeah, I think I figured it out.
I slipped my shoes off and put them in one of the bolted down boxes so they wouldn't get lost and then went back to scaling the mast.
This time it worked! Without shoes and using all of my nails to grip better I actually managed to climb slowly up!
“Now you look like a monkey instead of a cat! Good thinking though!”
I looked up for a moment at Jamie's dumb comments and saw I was a little over halfway up by now.
Only a little bit to go!
I went at it and was nearly to the top in no time, noticing it was nearly dark now, damn how slow was i at climbing?
Then my hand slipped.
Before I could slip more or even fall Jamie's clawed leg had gripped my upper arm.
They pulled me up on the horizontal beam and I hung there for a moment like a piece of fabric.
“Ugh”
“Ayy you made it! Congrats! 
You don't have to lay there like a wet towel though!”
Ohh this was a bit higher than i had originally thought.
I clung to the wood and tried not to think what kind of injuries I'd get should I fall from up here.
I also tried to calm my breathing and erratic heartbeat.
Well, heartbeats now, at least they were in sync now.
I decided to stop looking straight down and instead looked at Jamie.
Huh, they had made the vantage point into an actual nest, sticks included.
There also was a variety of knicknacks lying around, including some valuable looking things like gems and gold.
They held out a mishmash of shiny and glittery things in a cracked wooden bowl, still covering their hands with the blue sweater.
I wondered what was up with that but decided against asking.
Not my business, and there might be a reason as to why.
“Well, ya made it! As promised you get to pick whatever you want from the shiny stuff in the bowl!”
I continued to cling to the wood with all of my limbs but still peered into the bowl that Jamie held out to me.
There was the aforementioned ruby of course, which glinted despite the sun being almost gone by now, but also a variety of other stuff, some of which were fossils?
One in particular caught my eye, It looked like a crystalized sea star about half the size of my thumb.
The crystal itself was a pretty shimmering opal with hints of green and blue as well as orange.
Well, that would be one hell of a souvenir, and Fable said he liked stars so it would be perfect.
I pointed at the crystalized sea star, still clinging to the wood to not fall off.
Instead of handing the thing to me directly Jamie stuffed it into a little bag with a long cord and put it over my head like some sort of necklace.
“Now you don't lose it!”
“Thanks? I think”
They shrugged and leaned back in the surprisingly roomy nest-like build.
“Hey?”
“Hm?”
“How the fuck do i get down?”
They sat up again and looked down to the deck.
“Uhh, i just slide down or climb down, not sure if you'll manage that though”
“I'm NOT doing that, especially not now that it's getting dark! Please tell me there is some other way down?”
They stared at me.
“Well, only other way down would be to just fall, but i think that's worse for you”
Yes, yes it was.
“Oh fuckdamnit, what do I do now?”
“Eh, im sure Akeem will think of something tomorrow, or Imik though he's better at diving”
I looked at them with a deadpan expression even if most of that was probably lost in the slowly encroaching darkness.
“And what am I supposed to do now? I don't think I can cling the entire night to this piece of wood!”
“Uh, right, gimme a minute to make some space”
They haphazardly shoved anything pointy into one corner of the nest and then pulled me into it.
Despite being only four feet four at most they were pretty strong i had to admit that.
No wonder Imik asked for help cracking open old boxes.
I just flopped face first into it right where I was, shoving a handful of seashells away from where my head rested.
“I think this was a stupid idea, but quite frankly i don't care right now”
“You're laying there like a wet cat, have some dignity Kitty cat”
I just rolled my eyes at them and pulled my legs into the nest as well.
“Whatever, after climbing im too tired to care, you can wake me tomorrow you overgrown chicken”
With that i faced down again and used my crossed arms as a pillow.
It was only a minute later that I felt a clawed foot on my back, and then another.
Jamie settled on top of my back with what sounded like a very quiet chirp.
I was pretty sure for an onlooker they looked like a broody hen right now.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“You're warmer than the floor”
“Then get blankets or something, im not a fucking matress”
“You are now!”
With that they settled where they were and I could literally feel them poofing up like a little bird.
I gave up with a sigh, it wasn't worth the energy, Besides, it wasn't hurting me.
“Whatever, but if you fall of because i move its your own fault”
“Yeah yeah, i've fallen down before, its no that bad aside from the sprained toe i had once”
I just grumbled something into the floor.
“Hey, you good?”
“...i miss my friends, the last they saw of me was when i went overboard”
“Oh… well we are headed to get a map or whatever, or maybe there's a faster ship that will take you onboard?”
I just grumbled something into the floor, suddenly feeling worse than ever about being so far away.
“Hrmmmm”
I buried my face in the sticks so Jamie wouldn't see the tears in my eyes as I thought about what my friends could be doing right now.
Were they searching for me? Or did they already think I was dead?
Robin would surely push for a search but Rikaad, well, he usually only thought logically, and searching for me when I might be dead and he had something else to do wasn't logical.
He still had to stop the deserter fleet from Maringand and try to deal with the pirates.
And Arthur had no idea what even happened, he probably thought we were all on the boat doing stupid stuff.
My hands gripped one of the surrounding sticks and squeezed it till it broke.
As I buried my face even deeper into the sticks, which weren't as uncomfortable as expected, I felt Jamie move off of me.
They did not say anything but I could sense them right next to me.
Suddenly there was the sensation of a hand raking through my hair.
The hand was coarse, almost scaly and the fingers seemed to be tipped with claws.
Jamie's hand? No wonder they hid them in the sweater, people aren't nice to anything they deemed dangerous, and claws definitely counted as that.
I didn't move, or even make any attempt to glance at their hands to see what they looked like exactly.
The only thing I did notice was the number of fingers, five.
So definitely not like Oakley.
I kept lying there unmoving as Jamie detangled my messy hair somewhat, picking out salt and other stuff found in the sea that had gotten stuck there as I fell into the water in the storm.
The word preening popped into my head for a second.
As much as I did not want to admit it, the sensation of claws gently scratching at my scalp was strangely soothing.
I maneuvered my arms to be around my head so I could hide my face even better.
Just as Jamie didn't want me to see their hands, I didn't want them to see the silent tears running down my face.
God, I missed my friends, even Nea.
Despite having a person next to me who I was on good terms with, I had never felt lonelier.
Maybe because I finally knew what it was like to have friends and didn't want to lose that.
I tucked the arm with the bracelet under me and shielded my face with the other.
I stayed like that and let Jamie mess with my hair until I fell asleep, not once giving in to the temptation of looking at their hands as curious as I might have been.
I was who knew when later awoken to shortness of breath and a slap to the face.
I sat up abruptly, panting and gasping for air.
I looked around frantically, not recognizing anything as my sight refused to focus, leaving everything blurry while hyperventilating.
I gripped at my chest, feeling both of my hearts beat wildly and making the thumping sound echo in my ears.
Then I got a second slap to the face and my eyes finally focused somewhat.
“Whh?”
“Man you almost fell off! Are you okay?”
I looked at the person talking to me, noticing frizzy hair and a blue sweater.
“I- uh, Jamie?”
“Yeah! Who else could get up here?”
My brain was working too much and too little at the same time and I felt nauseous.
“Dude calm down, i don't want to slap you a third time”
I rolled over and dry heaved, actually glad to not need to eat right now.
“Do I need to get Imik or Akeem?”
I shook my head, still feeling awful.
There was no mistaking the way my limbs shook and my mind reeled with Images id rather not remember.
“No… im- im fine, just give me… some- some time okay?”
While I never had one prior it didn't take a genius to figure out I just had a panic attack, and even now my hearts were beating like mad in my chest and I felt weak, trying to steady my breathing.
“You don't look fine, what the fuck happened?”
I could sense them poofing up next to me while I leaned my head on the rim of the nest.
I closed my eyes tightly to try and banish the Images of corpses on a bloody field and an Injured Fable.
When that didn't work I opened them as looking at the ground way below me was better than those images.
“Hah… Panic attack, when i got tossed overboard i left the medicine from Oakley in my cabin”
“PANIC ATTACK? You don't think mentioning something like that beforehand would be a good idea? You would have fallen off hadn't I grabbed you!”
I groaned and tried to calm my shaking limbs and racing hearts.
“I never- never had one before! Didn't think i- id get one”
Suddenly a hand shoved my chest down again and a pillow was shoved under my head.
“Lay down dumbass, i'm going to get Imik”
“Wh-?”
Before I could say anything they had started climbing down already.
So instead I let my head sink onto the pillow and tried to calm down, repeating the breathing exercises I had shown Robin so long ago.
Breath in four seconds.
Hold for seven.
Then out for eight.
God, all of this sucked.
At least without needing to eat, I didn't have the problem of throwing up.
The random dry heaving wasn't any more pleasant though.
I rolled onto my back to the best of my ability and just stared at the blue sky, my vision still a little blurry.
I decided to lay there with shaky limbs until Jamie came back.
I felt absolutely awful, I never wanted this again, but I had no hopes of this being a one time thing.
I dug the heels of my palms into my eyes in an attempt to make the flashes of Images stop,  not keen on reliving the moment Oakley Burned like a dry leaf.
Or the time Fable fell into the river after he got shot in the foot.
I rolled to my side and tucked my knees to my torso, dry heaving again which caused uncomfortable muscle spasms in my abdomen.
My two hearts were still beating wildly, but at least they were in sync now.
For the moment I just lay there trying not to get another panic attack and waiting for Jamie or whoever else to help me get off this stupid mast.
While I lay there I could hear the sound of metal thunking against wood and I closed my eyes tightly as it happened again, curling up and putting my hands over my ears as the sound came again, being horribly reminded of the sound the Arrows had made when they hit flesh.
Luckily the sound stopped as I was about to start hyperventilating again, but I still couldn't bring myself to move, staying where I was, curled up and with shaky limbs.
I was vaguely aware of Jamie being back and Imik also somehow being up here.
Akeem was probably too heavy.
I tried to look at them through my unfocused eyes but only saw blurry shapes.
“Its okay, calm down”
I heard one of them speak but through the white noise in my ear I could not tell who it was.
I flinched away when I felt a hand touching me.
“AKEEM! TOSS ME THE STUFF!”
Stuff? What stuff?
The blurry shapes moved and I could make out one of them leaving my line of, very blurry, sight.
Judging by the amount of yellow I could make out it was Imik.
He held a stick or something under my face before breaking it in half.
I smelled something weird, like an overly sweet plant but with a slight hint of rotten leaves.
It made my head swim and my thoughts blur together into a deep thrum.
My limbs feel heavy as well and I lost whatever little focus I had in favor of the fogginess.
Shortly after that my entire vision went black and I was back to being unconscious.
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STOP AGDHHS i forgot i had that fic idea stuffed up the ass of my archives but i thought you might have some more ideas to embellish it, since you have an art history degree (which is pretty fucking neat!), especially about the details of the art they'd produce and just how it influences multiple cultures; kind of a way to show just how adamant they are on having the memory of their lost love live on. my senior year means i won't get to work on it at all but if i do id definitely funnel my attention towards getting the rook cunt hunting scene down good because by god. that man drives me nuts. does he hunt an animal down? does he hunt yuu down? does yuu hunt rook down?? who fucking knows man. all of the above and more.
I am currently chewing the carpet HELLO!!!!
Also before we dive into this: good luck w senior year ::D !!! The last year of any type of schooling is rough, HS or Uni, but I applaud you and know you will do well !!!
So, as for artworks: if RookVil are commissioning, collecting, and creating works from all over the world, I have some suggestions.
1: A MOSAIC FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST AVHHHGHG THEY ARE SO TIME CONSUMING AND ORNATE AND OFTEN MASSIVE, THEY ARE SUCH A COMMITMENT!!! I cannot stress this enough- it is individual pieces of colorful glass arranged PAINSTAKINGLY to create their subject. Historically mosaics have been used for lots of different reasons, but often to showcase wealth and (frequently) religious or sacred subject matter. Mosaics are a SUPER old art form, like dating back to Mesopotamia. But they’ve been found/utilized all over the world, especially in the Mediterranean and Northern Africa. The Romans rlly liked mosaics, and the Byzantines were well known for their super ornate and massive mosaic works.
2: woodblock prints. They’re incredibly beautiful, but also showcase understanding of color and line weight. You have to carve/copper each stamp so the images line up on top of one another to create the correct overall look. Block printing can also be done on textiles like silk, which leaves me with the mental image of silk brocades with multiple block prints/a pattern of either their lost love or one large print of the three of them. Block printing has origins/prominent ties in South and East Asia
3: I fucking love textiles so TAPESTRIES. I genuinely. Need I say more? You get the idea qslsjsodjdu <33 they’re a relatively global art
4: still an art object but more of me being weird, reliquaries. Basically they’re ornate containers meant to hold the relics of (typically) religious figures. Many religions practice the keeping of/pilgrimage to holy relics contained in reliquaries. They were mega popular with Christians for a hot minute, originally in Eastern Christian denominations (Eastern Orthodox and the like) before moving into western Christian churches. France had a lot of them if I’m not mistaken??? Ik that even some of their non religious dignitaries/royalty requested to have reliquaries made from some of their remains. Anyway reliquaries can contain anything affiliated with the person they’re devoted to- hair, teeth, bones, personal belongings, etc. they’re meant to be sacred and often time supremely beautiful. I think it would be especially painful if RookVil had created some kind of reliquary for their lover out of whatever personal items they’d left behind when they vanished.
Those are just some ideas !!!! Now. As for Rook and the hunting.
Thinking about Yuu watching him prepare for a hunt from the upper floors of the castle. The window of their makeshift studio overlooks the wooded area Rook so frequently disappears into. He’s in more casual clothing than they’re used to, so that’s already kind of eye catching. They watch as he sits by the tree line and waxes his bow string, carefully examining all of his equipment with practiced ease and a steady hand. They don’t even realize theyre staring until he looks up, meets their gaze, and waves. Of course Yuu looks away- that’s so embarrassing! Staring at their mysterious new benefactor and getting caught? Watching him from his own home? And of course it had to be Rook, who would be so kind and chatty about the ordeal without fail. When they finally risk a peek, he’s no longer by the tree line. Instead he’s standing on the lawn beneath the window, waving again. It then becomes clear he’s asking them to come down and join him. Can they really say no? Do they want to say no?(Absolutely not).
Cue Rook and his typically chatty disposition, guiding them across the crunching leaves that cover the lawn and towards the edge of the woods (it is autumn in my mind idk why but that makes me even crazier about this scenario). He doesn’t seem to have taken offense to them staring, instead asking if they’re curious about what he’s doing. He seems to think their interest was in his hobby rather than him, which is a relief. The conversation is easy- he seems genuinely excited to talk to someone about his passion. It’s easy to see that this is a longtime practice of his- he has the build for it for sure, which they’re certain of now that they’re up close. They are not sure how it happens, but before they know it he’s offering to teach them how to shoot. Something in them replies affirmatively before their brain can really catch up. And so there they are, caged in between his arms, his hands guiding theirs over the bow. He speaks softly and he smells like the outdoors, and between gentle instructions he makes a joke about how Vil will have his head if he gets their precious artist covered in “forest muck” before dinner. Yuu can practically hear Vil’s voice chiding Rook with that very phrase, and it does make them laugh a little. The huntsman seems pleased that they relax at that- he doesn’t want to scare them off, after all. Even if he could always bring them back (in theory, maybe not in practice) the prospect is vaguely terrifying to him. And so they fire the arrow under Rook’s careful guidance, which he seems absolutely thrilled to pieces about. He’s quick to guide them into the forest then, as if completely forgetting Vil’s imminent displeasure at their little adventure. In that ever jovial tone of his, he says something that almost sounds reverent- that he can’t wait to make them into the hunter they were always born to be.
SORRY I WENT BONKERS BALLS TO THE WALL ALSOSHDUDJ THESE ARE. MY FAVORITE TOPICS ANON. ANYWHO. AFFHHHGGGVHHHH!!!!
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vent post, .. putting it under readmore cus its long.
sooo yeah, basically, idk waht to do with my life, and i feel like a burden in the sense that i cant provide for myself rn. i never talk about my living situation but i am almost 29 yrs old, unemployed and having to be supported by my friends cus my family is too poor to help me in any way. like i have to live with my friend’s parents which somehow feels even more pathetic than living w my own parents.. i mean ofc i am very grateful to them for helping me but the guilt racks up more n more each day. when i was 14 my mom told me, ok you’re old enough to work now so you have to get a job if you want literally anything for yourself that isn’t the bare essentials. u want anything other than canned soup for dinner? thats on u. so i got a job, at 14!!! i think back now and im like what the fuck. i was a child... but alas. i worked and worked, i was almost never unemployed my whole life after age 14, except for during 2020 pandemic, and these past few months.
work, work, work, i worked so many piece of shit jobs, i never went to school or anything, there were a few good jobs here n there but they’d always end up getting sabotaged by one of my bipolar episodes. a lot of times, when i was rly desperate, i wld resort to escorting, which i just fucking hated and have been put in a lot of compromising situations and ugh. yeah, what im GETTING at is, ive literally never had security in my life, ive never had resources, the past 15 or so years have been lived in survival mode, and 6 months ago i finally fucking crashed and burned. like, no, i fucking refuse to work anymore, im suicidal all the time, ive never been able to heal from anything that’s happend to me, i dont care if i die broke and alone, i just cant work these demeaning ass jobs anymore. im very grateful to my friedns who have been helping me not die since then, i try rly hard to live frugally, i only eat what i rly need, rarely treat myslef, etc etc.
but now its like, where do i go from here? i know i need to start thinking about generating income again and it makes me so fucking sick. all i can rly do is commissions, but i hate putting a price on art, its only fun to me when im doing it for free. i dont want it to stop being fun. i dont want it to be about money. im scared to try i guess. i definitely dont want to work another stupid job but i also just sit in the house all day and it feels unhealthy. i dont want to meet people, i dont want coworkers, hate putting myself out there cus i cant relate to anyone. hate watching them in real time slowly realize that theres something seriously wrong with me, its embarrassing. i just need something to do.. i dont have a car or anything, i dont even know how to drive because i always figured id be too poor to afford a car. and so far ive been correct about that.
i guess this post is pretty embarrassing too but oh well.. i figure at least on here some ppl can relate.. like fuck i cant even get a therapist to respond to me. everyone just keeps begging me to get therapy as if it will save me. im really lonely w all my feelings and memories. i feel like im in purgatory and all i can do is keep drawing pictures for ppl to enjoy and trying to post things that are uplifting so i can at least make someone elses day a little brighter. but i wish i had a plan or an answer or a real goal. i reallty really really want to be nothing.
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Hangover - Tim Roth x Reader
Thank you for the commission @bloodandglittertastessobitter! Hope you love it.
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Contains: Daddy kink, rough sex, semi public (kind of).
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The music in the club distracts you from your voice of reason, desperately urging you to take it easy on the drink in your hand. This is your third, and despite what the rumors say, alcohol doesn't make anyone look any better. You hadn't seen one man you had found attractive all night, and you're close to giving up. You had been into the idea of dancing tonight to forget about life for a while, but a little something extra is always nice too.
You almost spill your drink from some faceless dancer nudging you. When you turn, she nods toward a dark booth in the corner.
"He's been looking at you all night."
You follow her line of sight to see a man staring you dead in the eye. The surprise of meeting his gaze so suddenly almost forces you to look down, but something holds your mutual eye contact in place. He looks like the cat who got the cream now that you've noticed him, a smirk growing on his face. His posture tells you everything you need to know about the man-- cocksure, his legs open in a lazy sprawl. He's considerably older than you, with a little bit of silver in his blonde hair.
"Who's that?" you shout over the music.
"Don't know," the girl shouts back. "I don't typically take names when I arrive at the club." Well, with that answer, you figure you're on your own tonight. You'll have to find out for yourself. When you turn back to face the stranger however, he's not in the booth; all that's left is an empty whiskey glass. Before you can complain about the loss to your friend or set off on a drunken venture to find him, you've forcibly added to the dynamic mosaic of dancers on the main floor, weaving in and out of people to the music. Every time you close your eyes, you can see his half lidded ones trained so intently on you. He must be interested; that's why he had been staring in your direction. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, jumping on the first chance at something exciting tonight.
You lose yourself momentarily in the music, feeling hands on you as you're passed through everyone like the rest of the dancers are. You start to move to the beat, until you feel someone's hands rub up your arms. Your eyes open to look into blue ones.
"Hello, love," the man grins. "Looking for me?"
You focus on him. Of course, it's the man from earlier. "As a matter of fact, I was," you smile, dancing a little closer. You take his hands, moving them higher. "My tits are up here."
"Fuck me, you're forward." His hands travel back down your waist to your hips, thumbs circling the skin deftly. "I normally don't go for someone so..." he cocks his head, "Out of my age range. Even if you do have amazing tits."
"I'm older than I look," you assure him with a wink, and he smirks.
"You sure about that, love?" You slip into his personal space, tilting your chin up to him.
"You wanna check my ID?"
"I trust you," he responds, tugging you closer. From the way he's grinding against you, you're convinced he wants to get in your pants. That's fine with you-- you had worn cute panties tonight for this reason alone, and this guy was daddy material. The idea of him treating you like his babygirl dizzies you, and your ass drops deeper down to the beat. What would it feel like if he spanked you? Tugged your hair? Came on your face? All questions you'd love to discover the answer to. You finally feel a tug of thirst-- the tipsiness feels good now that you have someone to channel the good vibes into.
"I'm gonna break the cliché, and go buy us some drinks," you say, turning away. You've already got an idea of what he drinks from what you saw before: whiskey or scotch, something amber on the rocks. The man takes your arm however, tugging you back, and closes a bill into your palm.
"Sorry, love. Can't let you do that." Rolling your eyes, you accept the money and head over to the bar. He can pay if he wants-- one step closer to a sugar daddy, you think to yourself with a grin. You order the drinks, leaning against the bar. You can feel eyes on you, so you turn. To your left, someone has made themselves comfortable. A younger man. Sighing, you can already tell he's going to be a problem. Just as you're preparing yourself for his inevitable pickup line, you feel hands on your shoulders.
"Can she help you with something?" your older stranger asks from behind you. The younger guy seems startled at first, then scoffs.
"Was I talking to you?" he asks. You freeze, and wonder if punches would be pulled. Evidently, your beau of the night isn't the muscular type; he's better with his tongue.
"Sounds like you were talking out of your ass, actually," the older man says, smiling. "Now back the fuck off, yeah?"
"Wha-- what gives you the r--?!"
"He just got out of jail," you tell the younger guy. "I wouldn't get on his bad side." Your stranger gives your shoulders another rub as the guy finally backs off.
"Good one," he whispers in your ear. "Come on. Too many people down here." He dives back into the crowd, and you lose him again.
You look around, and notice a staircase to the rooftop. There's a pool up there, and more bar service. You hold your drinks up over the heads of the crowd as best you can so as not to jostle most of them out on your way, and finally make it up the steps.
You find the man leaning over the rail, looking down at the city below with a pack of smokes in his hand. Approaching, you bring the drinks over.
"Ditched me."
"You? Never," he vollies back, and offers you a cigarette. Declining, you instead lean over the rail with him.
"I'm Tim by the way," he mentions, lighting up. You eye his fingers as he rolls it around between them, wondering what they would feel like inside of you. You can't help the giddy smile that spreads at the thought.
You introduce yourself as well, and jump to the burning question you'd been wanting to ask since you informally met Tim.
"What were you thinking of when you were staring at me earlier?" you ask him. He hums.
"Was thinking of how that sweet cunt would feel burying myself into it," Tim replies nonchalantly. Your breath hitches.
"Now who's the forward one?"
"You've gotta be with a girl like you, I think," Tim smirks. "You're a devil, you are."
"You barely know me, daddy." It's his turn to suck in a breath.
"Mm. I can tell by the way you move your hips you're trouble." He forgets his cigarette at his feet as he cups your face. You lean into the feeling as he guides your lips in for a kiss, his tongue sweeping gently along your bottom lip. He grunts softly as his hand rubs down beneath your skirt and lifts you up by the thigh, feeling up the waistband of your panties and encouraging you to grind. He bares his teeth through the kiss, growling your name with a heated curse against your lips. He finally breaks away, running a hand through his silvery blonde hair with a chuckle.
"You gonna be around this club next weekend?" he asks.
"Why don't we take advantage of tonight?" you ask, pouting your bottom lop ever so slightly. "The fun doesn't have to end here."
"It doesnt have to, but it's going to. I'm tired as all hell and I've got work tomorrow, love. A lunch meeting. Need my wits about me."
"You mean you don't want to wake up tomorrow morning with my clothes tossed all around your place?" you purr, leaning your hand against his chest. He bites his lip.
"Knew you were a little devil, hey? Can't wait a week, can you? Too much of a slut. Figured." You gasp, fingernails digging into his shirt. He gives your ass a light smack. "'Fraid you'll have to wait, all the same. No touching either, yeah? I'll know if you do."
With a wink, he's off.
With a promise of meeting up again at the club a week away, you're not sure you can stand waiting until then. Even just the kiss had drawn something out from deep inside of you, and it demanded to be satiated.
You wake up, flipping onto your stomach in bed. You grumble to yourself, rocking your hips down in your half asleep state. It's depressing and more than a little disappointing that Tim isn't currently beside you or behind you, spooning you, nudging his hard on into the small of your back. You whine into your pillow, rocking down again. You wonder how big it is, and again feel a tug of regret at not getting him in bed. Good things come to those who wait, and you wanted to be a good girl for Tim... but fuck, the memories of him grinding against you coupled with the lingering sensation of his lips on yours last night are testing your resolve. He said he would know if you touched yourself. How would he know? You stifle another whine in your pillow, petulantly rolling your hips down against the mattress. Slowly, you slide your hand down, and begin to rock against the heel of your palm. Your eyes roll back at how good it feels-- not as good as Tim's cock would have been, but it's something.
You imagine your fingers are his as you lay on the pillows, spreading your legs. You think of his voice rasping in your ear all that he’s going to do to you, how he can smell how horny you are for him, so sweet, how much he wants to leave marks all over your fucking body--
“Tim...” you sigh, biting your lip. "Daddy... yeah." Your finger moves faster, and you use your other hand to dip into yourself ever so slightly, curving perfectly as you can tell he would. You add a finger, and arch up off the bed, rubbing even faster. “Please… I need you,” you whisper. "Tim..."
You sit up slightly, hugging the pillow to your chest, and feel the effects of your hangover hit all at once. You had forgotten upon waking up how much you drank the night before. You gently ease yourself back down, moaning out mumbled pleas to no one as you continue your grind without your fingers inside. You think of Tim instead, trying to picture the bulge in his pants and what it must have looked like last night while kissing you. Fuck, you should've touched it. Just as you're about to cum thinking about his dick, it hits you.
"Shit," you mutter, checking your phone calendar on the bedside table. Lunch with your parents today! You had almost forgotten. They live on the other side of town, so you'd better get there in time or you'd hear it from your mother.
After groggily making your way over to their place, you head inside with little more than the coat you had grabbed on your way. Lunch with your parents was hard to coordinate on the best of days, since your mom was always busy with one thing or another and your dad is away on business so many days of the year.
Your mom greets you with a hug, and you hug her back, trying to evade her squeeze. Your head is still pounding from the alcohol last night and she tends to cut off your circulation with those.
"Hey sweetheart," your dad smiles. "Glad you could make it. Hope you don't mind, but I had a little business to discuss with a colleague of mine. Business carried over, and he's joining us for lunch." Your mom rolls her eyes, taking the bottle of white wine from you.
"I tried to tell him to leave work at work, but as usual, he wouldn't listen."
You laugh. "I don't mind. Where...?" You forget your question as you walk into the living room. There, sitting in one of the armchairs, is the man from the club last night. Tim. He's rubbing his temples, suit buttons undone down his chest. He gives you a salacious up and down, before finally looking past your everyday dress and recognizing you.
He looks surprised, and the widening of his eyes is only hampered by the obvious ache in his head that causes him to squeeze them shut.
For some reason, it brings you some level of amusement that he's feeling the hangover too.
"Dad, do you have any aspirin?" you ask softly, not breaking eye contact with Tim. Instead, Tim tosses you a bottle he obviously brought with him.
"Long night?" he drawls.
"Cut short, actually," you nod cheekily, taking the pill, "I would've preferred if it lasted longer."
"Shame," Tim smirks. "Guess you had somewhere to be." Your mom seems confused by your rapport with the older man. Your dad steps in.
"This is Tim Roth, my colleague in finance. Tim, this is my daughter." You've got to put on a show for the sake of this lunch.
"Very nice to meet you, Tim," you say, extending a hand. He gives it a squeeze, eyes glinting as he looks up at you.
"Likewise, love." You retract your hand, hoping it doesn't show how aroused you are from that look alone. Your mom clasps her hands together.
"Well! Let's all sit down for lunch, shall we?"
You suppose it's a good thing that Tim hadn't been seated across from you. He would have likely been making obscene gsstures the whole time and encouraging you to play along with your parents right there, which would have ultimately ended badly. Instead (for better or for worse) he had been seated to your left. Your parents sit across from the two of you at the dining room table, and don't waste any time striking up conversation with you.
"How are things at work?" your mom asks.
"Good," you reply, never willing to go much further than that with them. If they know too much of your business, it always comes back to bite you.
"And what have you been doing for fun?" your dad asks you. You give a small smile.
"Oh, you know. I go to the club sometimes." You can practically feel Tim's grin beside you.
"Which club?" he has the nerve to interject. You clench your jaw.
"The only good one in town."
"Mm. I've been there a couple times."
"Oh?" your dad asks, surprised. "Tim, I didnt know you were a dancing man." Your dad's colleague flashes him a smile.
"I don't go there to dance."
Your mother clears her throat, and you readjust in your seat. Just as you do, you feel his hand place on your knee. You freeze again, blinking. Shit. You don't have a very good poker face.
"How about your love life?" your well meaning mother asks. Although she is well meaning, it's a tired question, and now isn't the time you'd like to answer. Not with this guest present. You don't really want to answer anything right now, if you're being honest-- all you want is Tim to slam you up against the wall, cover your mouth with his hand and fuck you until you scream.
"Love life? Non-existent," you reply.
"Really?" Tim asks, "Pretty girl like you?"
"Careful," your dad chuckles Tim's way, "That's my daughter you're talking about." Tim smiles good naturedly, but you know what lies beneath his facade of friendliness.
"I've got other things than love on my mind at the moment," you retort, pointedly.
"Care to share with the class?" Tim teases.
"How about you?" you ask him, turning the tables. "Does your love life impact your work with my father?"
"You could say it has a certain effect on it," Tim tells you. "Or it could, anyway."
The oven dings. "The rolls are ready!" your mom exclaims, and you take a deep breath. Tim's hand squeezes your knee, and he feels a little higher. Just as your mom's bringing out the rest of the food, Tim's finger reaches between your legs to stroke down the middle of your silk peach panties. Of course you're wet, which only makes you blush harder. Now he knows your fantasy.
"Excuse me," you whisper, getting up from the table. Quickly heading down the hall where the others assume you're walking toward the bathroom, you duck into the guest bedroom for some air. Your breath hitches as you sit down on the bed, the comforter grazing your panties. Fuck... you hadn't realized you were this wet. Just the idea of Tim touching you under the table where anyone could catch on is enough to make you throb. To ease the ache, you bite your lip and give yourself a rub. They wouldn't notice if you were gone for 5 minutes tops would they?
Hoping the answer is no, you quickly slide your panties down to your knees, and groan softly as you tease one finger inside yourself. You imagine it's Tim's finger under the table, as it had been dangerously close to enacting moments ago. You dream of what would have happened if you had let him finish what he started.
A soft whine falls from your lips, pressed together, as you use your other hand to rub slow circles just above where your other fingers are.
"Daddy," you sigh. "Right there."
You hear Tim ask your mother if he could admire her decor in the other room, at least until you got back to the table. His footsteps approach. You should really close your legs and make yourself decent, but you can't bring yourself to. You want to give him the show he expects. The door opens-- he doesn't even knock.
"Look at that fuckin' display," Tim mutters, shutting the door softly behind him. He cocks his head, staring unashamedly between your legs with a lick of his bottom lip. "Someone need her daddy?" You lean back to rest on your elbows, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth again. He advances, pupils blown. "Right here?" He brings a hand down to give a long rub where your fingers had been, and you moan. He hums. "So wet, love. Have you touched yourself since last night?" You can't bring yourself to lie.
"I barely did, I promise. I didn't even cum."
"Naughty, naughty. What did I say? I said not to touch, yeah?"
"I'm so sorry, daddy."
"Sure you are. And now you thought you'd come in here and finish what you started? Think you'll get yourself off in time to get back to your old man? They'll start to wonder..."
"I think I need a little help, daddy," you breathe, and a moan slips out. Tim can't hold himself back after hearing that-- he reaches down to unbutton his shirt and you take over for him in a rush, his lips finally meeting yours in a dazed kiss that's far more urgent than the one last night.
"Need you," he whispers against your lips, mouth dropping open. He swears again as you bring your hand to his cock and flatten your palm against it through his pants. "Take it out, baby. Yeah. Wanna feel you touch it."
"Tim," you gasp, and his lips slip from yours to press hot, open mouthed kisses down your cheek to your neck, to your collarbone. "Touch me."
You feel his warm breath tickle your neck, and he reaches down with one hand to cup your right breast through your shirt. Letting out a gentle moan, you arch forward into him on the bed, and he massages the soft flesh, coaxing a louder noise out of you.
"You like it when you get all this attention from daddy?"
"Yes," you sigh. He hums, and moves over to massage the other breast.
"Beautiful." You release your bottom lip from your teeth to moan again, an airy sound that tells Tim you like what he's doing. He snakes the hand down to cup your cunt.
"Is this where you want me?" he snarls in your ear. "You need daddy here?" Your thighs clench around his knee, the struggle of your hands to touch him a reminder of your bindings.
"Please."
"Yeah," he breathes in your ear, "Turn around for me, darling. Gonna take you from behind like the dirty slut that you are." Tim handles you into place so that you're on your knees beside the bed, forearms resting on the comforter. He twists your hair around his fist, jerking your head back, and smooths a hand up beneath your shirt. "I'll pull out, yeah?"
You nod hurriedly, reaching back to grab for him. He grabs your hand and holds your arm against your back as he guides himself between your folds, teasing himself in the slick. "Oh, fuck. So wet for daddy, hm? Were you thinking of this out there? Bet you were."
"Shhh," you nearly sob, pussy clenching, "They'll hear you."
"They might hear their daughter getting wrecked by an older man, is that it?" He chuckles. "Your father's fucking friend. Such a whore." You whine, pushing your face into the bed to mask the noise. Tim finally sinks a couple inches into you, groaning. "That's right," he mutters, sinking deeper, "Fuckin' take it, love. So hard for you. Could've taken you at the club last night, but you waited like a good girl."
"Reward me, daddy. Let me cum?"
You push back, and the motion causes Tim to thrust forward on instinct. You let out a particularly loud moan at the pound, but Tim doesn't give you time to worry about it. He starts up a rough pace, pulling your hair back and slapping against your ass. He starts to grunt as the sound gets louder, slowing himself down so he doesn't cum before you do. Gently rotating his hips, his thrusts calm down to soft, deep pounds. The warmth of your arousal only grows by the change in pace, which soon picks back up again. The bed is beginning to creak as Tim loses it, and you suddenly become all too aware of the time.
"Make me cum, please, please," you whisper, gasping and digging your fingernails into the mattress. Tim groans.
"Cum on my cock, love. Wanna feel it. Wanna feel you soak me." Your eyes squeeze shut as Tim pounds in once, twice more, and you claw at the sheets as your orgasm hits you. Tim holds you down to the bed by the back of your neck, and the control he has over you only makes it better. When he's sure you're finished, he pulls out and jerks himself fast over your back. Surprising him, you slither out of his grasp against the bed, turn, and swallow him down. His jaw clenches as he fights a moan. You take him as far back as you can, swallowing around him, and he inhales sharply, your name on his lips like a breathless mumble. His head tilts back as you finally feel the first few spurts hit the back of your throat. When you're sure you've swallowed every last drop, you pop off and grin.
"Was I a good girl?"
"Ace," he sighs, ruffling your hair. "I'll be thinking of that when I'm in business meetings with your real daddy."
Tim returns first to the table, commenting on how beautiful the interior design of the house is. You return shortly after, lipstick applied again with the excuse that you were freshening up. Your parents buy it.
After a quick dessert (second dessert, if you count what Tim had to offer) you decide it's about time to head out. You say your goodbyes and hugs go all around.
"I can drive this one home," Tim says, nodding to you. You smirk at him after your parents are out of earshot.
"Going my way?"
He smiles back. "Planning on it."
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A long analysis of Boogey kills and Cured messages
just random technical thoughts about life series lol ignore me. unless you want to hear about all this data i gathered about Boogeyman Cure messages.
unsure if grian or anyone else has talked more about the technical side of life series. as i have vaguely heard it does seem this is like, reaching out to commission folk to work on a new variation and code it, which makes sense. additionally in the opening of one season (LL i think) there was an assumed moderator hanging out there for a moment. while i am sure grian has some commands to do things, probably send out a boogeyman command if it breaks, i feel i also recall times where mods likely did a thing instead of grian due to the wording. its unconfirmed iirc if the mods actually hang around the entire time and as their names dont seem to be on the tab, but im not convinced that means they arent there in some form.
but i am thinking about this because i notice how some of the Boogeyman cure messages come... kind of late? at first when i was watching and i saw some deaths that were like "<player> died to Lava" "<player> died to Fall damage" or like, all the TNT traps set after theyre gone that im not even sure how they could be tracked back to the player (ive been trying to figure out how to track player IDs for my own thing and it is not possible to track things like that). i was thinking "huh. i wonder how the system knows it was a boogey kill, when the message doesnt say "<player> burned to death while fighting <;player>" "<player> hit the ground too hard whilst trying to escape <player>"? basically i am pretty sure, its manual in those cases.
rest under the cut bc this is long lol.
listen idk why i am thinking about this but i am. i notice these random details, like keep inventory being on the moment i saw joel's POV. i noticed the pretty delayed cure message/lack of 1+ hour message for Martyn, but the immediate 1+ hour message for Scott.. of course this is complicated to actually do math for because of cuts (and LL2 has only just started so we can't refer to death made without player names).
cuz you know at first i was like. oh it probably sees the player who killed them and sends out a cure message, knowing that player is the boogeyman and made a kill. and yes there is a chance some messages are just delayed in the system, but i still am left very sure with all the moments where names arent tied at all and players arent even around for it, that it must be manual.
cuz like. seeing those messages that dont specify that they were involved i was like.... hm. no there isnt really a way to do that automatically. there isnt any proof for it that the player killed that player if the message doesn't involve them. thinking about this fact now, i would have to go and see how every boogey cure message appeared in LL itself.... but even so its hard to time things as people cut a bit.
what i am saying is, with the delay on cure messages and the mixed death messages that dont make me think the coding would deal with this- i think the mods could be hanging around to determine some of these complex scenarios where it would be totally unclear otherwise, and send out a cute message manually. or potentially grian but id have to comb through how he acts each time it happens.
The LL2 deaths
Scott got the 1+ hour received message immediately. while there was a cut to the Cured message, it took 69 seconds since the kill to gain that. There was no cut between that final blow he made and the 1+ hour message, i went through frame by frame. it faded in the moment he got the kill.
However, Martn did not get the +1 hour message right after he made his kill, despite the death message stating that he killed BigB in some form. We didn't see Martynh's 1+ hour message at all but he does cut a lot so this is hard to determine.
sadly due to no Bdubs POV, we don't know what his messages looked like.
this seems like, unimportant i know lol. its not a huge deal. but i enjoy the technical side of things and often wish we had more insight to how it works. especially makes me wonder about the fan made adaptions of the Life series too, if the death message thing is a problem and not always possible to be done automatically. but im having a hard time being convinced there isnt some moderator involvement with this after seeing some of this, unless there really is some strange delay on receiving messages. but my own knowledge of coding and minecraft doesnt have me sure that those deaths are traceable at all.
The LL1 deaths
BUT WE ARENT DONE YET.... I AM GOING THROUGH LL1 RIGHT NOW.
depressingly multiple people seem to have lost episodes so... thats a shame, and i cannot track what happened as i dont have their POV.
Scar killed Mumbo and the death message included him. Was cured right after. Makes sense.
Ren killed Skizz by making him fall and was not in the death message and he did NOT get the cure message right after. Ren cut so its hard to say exactly when his message arrived and we never see it pop up. I cannot time it.
More proof of the immediate cure message for direct kills comes from BigB to Cleo, Joel to Scott, Etho to Mumbo, Etho to Scar etc etc... pretty much every direct death that was caused by a player, in the chat messages it seems.
Scott kills Impulse but the message is that he falls, and also does not have his name. Scott makes a few short cuts here but even with those, it took 94 seconds for the Cured message to appear.
Jimmy kills lizzie in a similar way- falls into lava but the death message does not include him as expected. While possibly unrelated he does type in chat "cure me baby!"* and additionally he does make a cut, so this may easily muddy the results but even so, i will still note it took 22 seconds from the kill to where he got the cure message in his video. His video is likely the most misleading just because Scott did leave so much time for his to appear- but at the same time Jimmy did not move too much from where he was either.
Martyn kills tango and the message does not include Martyn's name, as its indirect again. Thank god Martyn didnt cut. It took 83 seconds for the message to appear, and he also had typed a message saying he got a boogey kill.
Up to this point, I hadn't considered whether or not they were sending messages saying "i did the boogey kill", especially for these scenarios where the kills were indirect. Onto the last notable one-
Pearl kills Ren by TNT, another indirect kill. No cuts here, and it takes 73 seconds for the Cure message to arrive, a bit after Pearl also makes a message confirming her boogey kill.
*regarding Jimmy i eventually come to conclusion this isnt a coincidence. it seems these messages are typed on purpose for them to get Cured.
Conclusion
The timing is all random once we get to the indirect kills. Too me, it definitely seems like the game is coded to detect those messages that include players killing players, but otherwise those indirect kills do not. However i am not also sure that someone like Grian is sending out the manual cures-- that would include... going and seeing if he cuts, or if there is some kind of pause while he does it off screen.
idk why i did this. autism moment.
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for murphy davis of the cebu chaos --
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?
break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?
ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?
guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?
hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?
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Ohhhh Wyatt you don’t know what you’ve unleashed, Murphy Davis lives in my head rent free. This is almost certainly going under a read more bc I have thought a Lot about this guy. He’s Just a Guy but I love getting to flesh him out, he’s so fun. Let’s see….
Before the heavier stuff, here he is, along with Hatfield, as commissioned by my beloved @sol-shines ! ID is included in the alt text.
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Now that you’ve seen him and Hattie, let’s get into it!
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?
So originally, Murphy had signed up for blaseball with his best friend, Robin. They were both in high school and dying to leave the town they’d grown up in and actually meet other people. Robin ends up moving out of state after graduation, leaving Murphy behind. While they keep in touch for a while, one day Robin just…stops. They don’t answer any of his texts or calls or anything else. And he doesn’t know why.
When he ends up in Cebu City as the last person joining the active roster for the Chaos, Robin isn’t there. He hadn’t even really wanted to do this, he just wanted to have a life beyond high school that his best friend was part of. Now he’s miles and miles from home, pitching for a team and playing a blood splort, and his best (and only) friend is nowhere to be found. Maybe it isn’t as dramatic a betrayal compared to some, but it stings nonetheless. Even further down the line when Robin reunited with him and they try to repair their friendship, it still takes him a while before the fear that they’ll vanish again goes away.
As far as betraying someone else, I’m not really sure. He doesn’t really have it in him to really knowingly manipulate someone else for his benefit. However, he has a very bad tendency to just not tell people shit for a really long time, and then both him and the other person involved kinda have to deal with the consequences. Case in point: the only family member he’s still close with is his grandmother, but he kinda forgot about/didn’t want to make her worry about the whole signing-up-for-blaseball thing. So when he ends up on the team in Cebu City, she absolutely feels betrayed and he feels horrible about it. It’s definitely something he has to work on and an area I think he improves in over time, but god does he have to work on that first.
break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?
He comes close a few times, I think. Once with a pretty severe mental health crisis, loss of a good chunk of his support system, followed by a burst appendix during his first year or so of college, and again later after a hellish season in which he gets torn up by consumers, watches another teammate get incinerated and then the instability chains to him while their only protection against fire is feedbacked to another team. He has to sit in strategy meetings afterwards as some of his teammates argue over if it’s worth the risk of waiting out the instability (he has a modification where he plays 50% better while unstable) or if they should figure something else out and nobody is asking him what he thinks. What he thinks is simple: he doesn’t want to die, he’s spent too long trying to work back up to where he wants to live and by whatever gods are out there he still wants to, it hasn’t gotten that bad again). He doesn’t want the instability to chain to anyone else, doesn’t want to be the reason that they lose someone else. But he can’t think of a way to word any of this that doesn’t make him sound desperate and terrified and so he doesn’t say anything (he talks to a few of them later. Cudi, Shirai, some of the others. Just to see if they still want him around).
I think that’s what gets to him more than anything. The idea that no one wants him around anymore, that his worth is something that can be lost or bargained over, that he’s seen as a problem and not a person. That, combined with being hurt and exhausted just makes for a devastating combo for him. But figuring out how to word any of these problems and sharing them is challenging, and does he even want all of them knowing how bad things have gotten? No. So he gets quieter than ever, he has a harder and harder time getting out of bed, and he looks and feels like shit all the time. But he kinda just trudges along and bottles everything up till it explodes. And when it does, he’s stuck between wanting to be left alone vs desperately wanting someone there with him.
The people who have seen him at his lowest includes his grandmother, Robin, Cudi, Ogden, Penny, Daiya, Shirai, and well. The rest of the team, during the game with the consumers. But especially those few.
ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?
Ogden does. Ogden’s the team medic, generally good guy who fusses but clearly cares, and he is the first one to be incinerated on the team, and it hits them all hard. (Mags, Simon, and Mason will haunt them all, too, one day, but none of them know it yet). It’s impossible to forget him, especially with two of his cousins being founding members of the team.
And well, Murphy may have been nursing a crush on the guy. Asked him out on a date via note (too nervous about fumbling over his words if he asked him out verbally, Murph isn’t always able to word things like he wants to) on the night before the actual game, but the timing was all off, Ogden got pulled to do something before he could look at it. He decides to follow up with him after the game and. And Ogden isn’t there at the end of it.
And Murphy’s whole adaptation with blaseball is Murphy’s Law (a mild version of it, he really just has the shittiest mundane kinda luck). While really, in practice, that just affects him and him alone, it does little to stop him from feeling like if he hadn’t, that Ogden might still be here. Logically, he knows that’s kinda stupid, but emotionally, he has a hard time with that. But Ogden’s best friends and his cousins are all here and grieving and they’ve known him and loved him for so much longer and well. Murphy just kinda shoves that down as far as he can and tries to make an effort to support them and let them know he cares and that he’s there for them (before he loses anyone else). I think Cudi’s probably the first person he ever even admits that to, and eventually he does start actually processing his grief a bit.
Still working out how Murphy (and well. All of them, really) would react to Mags and Mason being incinerated later on, but yeah. He tries to just focus on what’s immediately going on and shoving everything down to be processed later, though when that later is also ends up getting pushed back.
guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?
Well, kinda touched on this a bit with the stuff with Ogden mentioned above, but Murphy does feel guilty about Ogden’s incineration, and even for asking him out when Ogden comes back post-black-hole because Ogden finds that old note and thinks that’s the only reason Murphy’s trying to reconnect with him (note: timelines don’t exactly work, but I tend to play around with the Chaos joining the league in the expansion era and carrying on through coronation, too, which is when Ogden falls and has to come to terms with living again. But that’s another story).
But there’s plenty else he feels guilty about. He doesn’t ever really stop feeling guilty. Leaving his grandmother behind and not telling her about blaseball (about a lot of things, really, not just that), not being able to help take care of her like he wants to, any time he loses a game, for not trying harder to keep in touch with Robin, for (in his point of view) not being what the team ever really wanted or needed, any time his bad luck affects anyone else, any time he messes up in a social situation and someone reacts negatively….he’s got a lot of stuff to work through on that front.
He tries to repress a lot of how he personally feels, but it’s hard because to him, every emotion is just Big. It’s hard for him to keep his emotions in check, and sometimes when he’s overwhelmed, he shuts down and while that’s not his fault, well, that makes confrontations worse sometimes if the other party doesn’t get that.
But the thing with Murphy is that he tries. He does genuinely try to make things right, he tries to do the best he can. When he apologizes, he genuinely does mean it, and he takes as many steps as he can to make things right. It just takes him time, sometimes.
hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?
If Murphy’s asked this, he will dryly say, “My parents.” But he’s not really joking, they kinda suck. They were both kinda shitty in different ways, and he ended up at his grandmother’s house a lot growing up. It’s messy, because he does care about them and wanted their approval for a long time, but their relationships just ended up growing worse and worse. He doesn’t speak to them anymore and wants to keep it that way.
That’s kinda how he is with most people he doesn’t like; Murphy will avoid them at all costs. If he’s forced into an interaction, he is going to be defensive as hell and try to bail at the earliest opportunity. But it’s easy to rile him up and he will be an absolute bastard about it. He’s not above name calling, dredging up old issues to throw in people’s face, and he will dig in his heels and just stay stuck in an argument until the other party is as sick of him as he is of them.
On a lighter note, he also has a love-hate relationship with horror movies. He absolutely prefers monster movies (has had a special interest in Godzilla since he was a kid), but has a soft spot for the so-bad-they’re-good kind. That being said. Murphy has very strong opinions on movies, including which movies are just genuinely bad. Cudi (teammate, best friend, queer platonic partner) has been subject to many impassioned rants about movies such as Troll 2 (1990) and Godzilla (1998). Especially that one, because “why the fuck would you want a director who doesn’t even like the original Godzilla directing the god damn movie, Cudi?! Like, it’s a decent monster movie but this is fucking Godzilla we’re talking about, this is the king of monsters, one of the original big monsters of all cinematic history that they’re rebooting. They fucking killed Godzilla with regular missiles, Cudi, Godzilla! And don’t even get me started on the dumb iguana plot point, it’s such bullshit.”
You get the idea. He’s a hater (affectionate).
Anyways thank you for reading this much! Murphy’s very near and dear to my heart, I love this bastard of a man so much.
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magicalgirlartist · 1 year
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[ID: 3 images with 2 full body characters (one higher to the left and facing left, the other lower to the right and facing right) each. The first has 2 young women. The higher one is thin with a short sleeveless blue wetsuit, an orange flower tucked behind one ear, and a translucent blue wrap draped around her waist. She has one hand on her hip and a shy expression. A text box beside her reads "HAHLI, assistant flax maker, never played a sport in her life, friendly, but shy, hates shoes, spends most of her time swimming or doing chores for Amaya." The lower one is chubbier with a bright blue halter top, dark blue crop leggings, and white sandals. She's standing on her tiptoes with her arms stretched behind her and smiling. A text box beside her reads "MACKU, left hand of Turaga Nokama, mega jock, sweet, outgoing, easily distracted, definitely not dating Hewkii." The second has 2 young men. The higher one is somewhat muscular, with dark tank top under red vest, yellow pants with a red waist tie, and red and yellow shoes. He has his hands on his hips and is frowning. A text box beside him reads "JALLER, captain of the guard of Ta-Koro, right hand of Turaga Vakama, chronically incapable of relaxing, only wears sleeveless shirts." The lower one is scrawny, with goggles, red t-shirt, red shirt tied around the waist, bright yellow cargo pants tucked into blue boots, and blue fingerless gloves. He's winking with his tongue out and flashing two peace signs. A text box beside him reads "TAKUA, Chronicler, professional responsibility avoider, "but I stay silly :3", friends with like half the island." The last has 2 young men. The higher one is beefy, with an open light brown robe and no shirt underneath, loose brown pants tied at the waist with an orange sash, and light brown gladiator sandals. He's waving and smiling. A text box beside him reads "HEWKII, celebrity athlete, right hand of Turaga Onewa, just a little too smart to be a True Himbo, definitely not dating Macku." The lower one is skinny, with a light brown tunic over loose black pants, and brown sandals. He has one arm behind his back and the other hand to his chest with a smug expression. A text box beside him reads "HAFU, master carver, left hand of Turaga Onewa, "ANotHEr hAFU ORigiNAL" (plain text: another Hafu original), smug and insufferable, the perfect man." End ID.]
Concepts for the Bionicle Sports Anime/MNOLGII comic!! I think Takua's is my favourite honestly lol. Gonna do the rest of the kohlii teams next and then some uniforms maybe!
Some notes about village fashions under the readmore!
[Commissions open!]
Ga-Koro Fashion: I figure Ga-Koro is warm and humid, but still can get cold at night. Ga-Koronans tend to wear warmer clothes for sleeping, but cooler clothes during the day. They also tend towards clothes that dry quickly, aren't super uncomfortable while wet, and/or can be removed easily before swimming, like Hahli's wetsuit/wrap combo. They also mostly wear sandals since it's not the end of the world if those get wet. Hahli prefers going barefoot since she's constantly in and out of the water gathering materials for Amaya anyway, and she's lost or destroyed so many sandals that way that it's just easier to not wear them at all.
Ta-Koro Fashion: Ta-Koro is fucking hot, but most of the people who live there are used to it. They generally dress in lighter fabrics, with short sleeves and sweatbands being common. The terrain is rocky as well, so shoes with decent soles are a must. As usual, the main outlier here is Takua, who doesn't handle Ta-Koro's heat as well as the others ~for some reason~ but also frequently mixes in clothing types from other villages due to how much he travels.
Po-Koro Fashion: Like Ga-Koro, Po-Koro is hot during the day and cold at night. It's a much drier heat, though, being a desert. Light, loose clothes are practically required, and often several layers of them are worn at night. Pants tend to have elastic, drawstring, or some other form of binding around the legs to help keep sand from getting in there. Sandals are best for Po-Koro as well, unless you're playing kohlii of course!
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ankhisms · 2 months
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gobus rewatch thoughts for ep 5
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i really love this episode (i probably say that about almost every single episode) because its a good focus on youkos character and on her and ryuujis relationship. youko has been raised by ryuuji, shes known him for almost her entire life and so of course she thinks she knows everything about her big brother. but before now she had no idea about ryuujis weak point. youkos weak point is a lot more obvious and presumably is more easy to slip into, if she forgets to eat enough candy shes out of commission, so it makes sense that ryuuji & usada & kuroki are all very aware of her weak point and are used to reminding her about it or used to it coming up regularly. overheating honestly isnt that hard to get into as well, if ryuuji overworked himself at any point or if the air conditioning broke (as we see later in the show) then he very easily could lose control. but for the entire time that youko has been growing up ryuuji has made a huge effort to make sure that youko never sees him lose control and that he never exposes youko to his outbursts of rage.
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now of course youko is going to be shocked and hurt by ryuuji lashing out at her. ryuuji is both like her older brother and a father rolled into one (which i could get into talking about the possible aspects of an older child being parentified after the loss of parents but i wont here, im wanting to focus more on youko) and shes always seen him as a very loving and comforting figure. hiromu makes a comment about how ryuuji suddenly didnt live up to youkos idea of how he should be, which hits the nail on the head. ryuuji has obviously as the eldest of the trio been aware of just how traumatizing it is for a little girl to violently lose her mother and has taken great pains to try and always be kind and gentle with youko, to the extent of hiding a large part of himself in order to try and not upset her when she already has experienced such a great loss.
im reminded of another one of my favorite stories which heavily involves sibling dynamics- mob psycho 100. youko and ryuujis relationship at this point really makes me think of how ritsu hides his true feelings and his true self because hes scared of upsetting shigeo, and thus the brothers arent able to have a truly healthy and open kind of communication where theyre allowed to disagree as brothers. youko similarly has not truly seen the whole picture of ryuuji, he has not felt like the can be fully open and honest with her out of a sense of responsibility and not wanting to scare or traumatize her further. and although his intentions with this stem from loving youko and worrying for her and wanting to keep her safe, as youko grows older this becomes more and more of a problem, because one sibling hiding a large part of who they are and not communicating their feelings is not at all healthy.
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youko realizes that even if ryuuji lashed out at her in that moment, he still is her family and he still cares deeply for her and that is why he hid this part of himself for so long- but now its not necessary to hide parts of himself. even if he gets angry, even if outside of overheating they have an argument or a disagreement or he scolds her about not doing her homework, shes still his little sister and he still loves her at the end of the day and him being upset doesnt change that.
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and now youko and ryuuji are on the same page and on equal ground. where youko has relied on ryuuji in the past, now ryuuji can rely on youko in turn and they are both open and honest with who they are, both as a team and as a family. they both know they can count on one another even if they argue.
side bar for a second importantly id like to note that ryuuji very much takes responsibility and apologizes for lashing out at youko, and although he cant promise that it wont ever happen again he obviously has the intent to continue acknowledging if he upsets her. he very clearly owns up to when hes done something to hurt her and feels remorse, and in the end the two work to improve their relationship and grow as a family. in contrast, enter does not take any kind of responsibility for the way he treats escape, only ever expressing remorse near the very end of the show when its far too late. where youko and ryuuji are team mates and rely on each other as a family, enter and escape are constantly competing and trying to push the other down and never view one another as equals. i have so much more i could say about the parallels between the gobus trios healthy family relationship vs escape and enters dysfunctional family relationship but i will restrain myself
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Hiiii Me again <3 Could we have crumbs of Grandefel maybe 🥺👉👈 would love to know more about herrrrr. Angle of all time. Id like to know anything tbh but just as a prompt to get you started, how did you come up with her design ?? Its super interesting and I really love the colorssz
Hiiiii<3 (twirls my halo) she is so THE. My poor.. Intended protagonist girlboss..
Oh boy her design? Let's say she really grew into it. Like the earliest art of her I have is sso ugly I'm sorry Grande but I did not have a handle on that thang. She had such Pug vibes. I think this'll be an interesting post?
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This is the beginning of it all. Unfortunately I don't have a super insightful answer to how I came up wi her, bc the Og* angels were literally me going HeeHoo with a pencil. (*Certain specific angels I designed in relative succession to each other before I had a handle on how I want to design angels. The so called Ogs are Lamera, ZZZ, J'aimekiel, Grandefel, Kxxxtr, Ngah and Combfa. Everyone after this was designed a notable amount of time later and with much more "process" to them)
I have some thoughts but it's fuzzy and vague? Okay. So I thought I should definitely do one lion (esque?) at least bc *points at old religious art of angels* and they just have those Vibes to me, ykno? I associate angels with certain things that I try to employ in the story's characters (to an extent). Grandefels vibes were.. Guardian, maybe a tad like a sphynx, just ykno, a huge feline statue like entity who guards something and is like a scary immovable force ig? I wanted some ethereal aspects to it, and lots of teeth (hers aren't visible here but the whole underside of her body opens up to a huge ass mouth with teeth everywhere). Now, initially I was gonna have her hair be lilac but turn bright blue in some situations but I WAAAY preferred the blue on her. She's supposed to have Blue flames mixed with galaxy vibes. Like if blue flames were a puddle and that puddle was a lion's mane. And it was all. Cool and semi-physical
Onto how her design adjusted overtime.
I think most firstly I stopped drawing the grooves on her body that would open up to reveal the Teeth, I mean I do still allude to them vaguely but I figured the way I was doing it at first looked kinda.. Eugh? Another thing I quickly started changing was her hair texture. Originally I wanted it to be completely straight and smooth and flowing but it looked way more interesting and more galaxy esque with it being bubbly and cloudy. I guess my initial thought was that I wanted it to look like it was flowing out of her head? Like some water?
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^water vibes
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Getting there
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Galaxy vibes^
(This anthro drawing also demonstrates the way I nowadays moreso "allude" to her hidden mouth but the anthro version here isn't too close to Canon otherwise since I gave her face an actual normal mouth too lol)
Oh yes, and the crown is another major change!
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I think my first notable adjustment was made here (note also the flowy hair). If gotten an amino commission (No money, just amino coins lol) of her and really liked the way the artist drew her crown so I took after that and started slowly changing it. It took me a while to be satisfied with, though. In the very beta version, it was supposed to be like a ring/circle. If you look at the older drawings up there, you can see that one horn is meant to be drawn on the "front" and the other behind. It's like if you looked at her from straight up, you'd see the three dimensionality of it, being more like an actual halo instead of one solid headgarment. I do still really like this idea, however I just think it looks better as it is now. I also had a fair bit of finagling with the side horns, frankly I always found them ugly so I'm finally happy with how they look (just realising I haven't drawn her in a bit, so, the anthro pic is the most accurate to her current design if we ignore the uh.. Anthro-ness lol)
One more thing! You don't see her halo too often in these, but it's intended to be drawn tilted. It's not straight (just like her), and tilts a bit down on one side. In universe this is kinda viewed as an imperfection and she used to be ashamed of it. The irl explanation for it was that it couldn't fit straight between the horns, with the way I'd formed the crown, and so I kept it that her halo just is that way! It fits oddly between her crown and I think that's neat!
Apparently on that last picture I decided to draw the halo straight, though? Cringe... :/
Now if you'll excuse me this post made me want to make more art of her
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