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bellaxgiornata · 1 month ago

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Not Like Before Chapter Five

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 4.3k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; nurse!Reader, canon-divergence (no Abel or Thomas), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, girl dad Jax

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Absently chewing your thumbnail with both of your elbows resting along the surface of the small cement table you were seated at, you leaned over the book laying open in front of you. Completely absorbed in the story, the noise of the cars in the hospital parking lot and the few people chatting at nearby tables drifted right past you, your mind not even registering the usual late afternoon background noise.

During your meal breaks at St. Thomas, you often found yourself sitting outside at the hospital’s small outdoor cafeteria enjoying a reprieve from the commotion and chaos inside. Most of the time you sat here eating with a book open beside you, attempting to mentally escape from the stress of your work day, which was what you'd been trying to do now. Especially after how your morning had started–you'd dealt with a new patient that hadn’t been particularly friendly. The swastika tattooed on his chest didn’t help your opinion of him, either. He’d had you longing for patients like Chibs, a man who looked dangerous but was actually enjoyable company, as opposed to the rude, racist prick completely lying about the knife wound he'd sustained to his forearm.

Turning the page of your book, still entirely engrossed in the story, your eyes ran over the lines of text as you continued to chew your nail. Considering most of the time you spent your days reading picture books to Emilia, you didn't often have time to read something like this that actually held your interest. The books you usually spent your time reading were always about princesses, or controlling your emotions, or those absolutely mind-numbing books on motorcycle and car parts that Em always picked out from the library back in Fresno and asked you to read. Those books always left you so damn confused since you didn’t understand a single thing about motorcycles or cars. But right now on your lunch break from work, you were reading something you’d actually gotten to choose for yourself.

And you planned to enjoy your free time–until it was unexpectedly interrupted.

“Thought I saw you out here, darlin’.”

The sudden deep voice coming from beside your table instantly pulled you straight out of the story. Your head darted up from the book in front of you, a surprised gasp slipping out between your lips. But your surprise only grew when your eyes landed on Jax. He was lowering himself down onto the seat on the other side of the table, a confident grin spread over his face as if he thought he somehow belonged in that empty seat across from you.

Brows drawing tight together in confusion along your forehead, you glanced around the outside cafeteria, scanning the area and nearby tables. You expected to see the usual entourage of leather-clad Sons that he generally traveled with, but there weren’t any present. Completely caught off guard, your attention shifted back to Jax as he crossed his arms over his chest, still grinning at you.

“What’re you reading?” he asked, gesturing his chin towards the open book on the table. “Romance bullshit?”

With a slight shake of your head at the question, you took a second to recover from your shock. Jax unexpectedly dropping in for a visit during your lunch break had not been on your list of things you’d anticipated happening today. And that confident grin on his face as stared across the table at you only had you feeling even more thrown off.

“Uh, no,” you answered, steadily recovering from the surprise of him settling down at your table. “Not romance bullshit.”

He hummed in response, the noise vibrating in the back of his throat one of obvious disbelief. You grabbed the slip of paper you often used as a bookmark from off the table beside you, placing it inside of the book. Slowly closing it, you caught the way Jax leaned over just a bit, scanning the title and the picture on the cover of it curiously. That little grin slipped off of his lips before his blonde brows furrowed together. He glanced up at you a moment later, a ringed finger pointing down at the book as he held your gaze.

“Gonna be honest, that looks dark as shit, sweetheart,” he stated.

Biting your lip, you fought down the laugh at the look on his face and the tone of his voice. He really had been expecting you to be sitting out here reading some girly romance novel, as if he assumed that's all women read.

“I told you,” you said, setting your book off to the side to focus on him. “I wasn’t reading romance bullshit. It’s a psychological thriller.”

Jax pulled a face at your explanation, his head tilting to the side. “Why the fuck would you wanna read that?”

“Because it’s interesting and I like the suspense,” you replied simply, a small smile slipping onto your lips. “Sometimes it’s fun to get a little scared.”

From across the table, one of his brows slowly rose up onto his forehead as the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk. A flash of want hit you hard and fast at the way he began eyeing you. There was no mistaking the obvious look of interest in his gaze, the one which had you remembering how good he had sounded every time he'd came inside of you that night five years ago, that deep voice of his groaning filth into your bedroom.

Except you could not have that with him. You shouldn't have even been thinking about that. He was Emilia’s father and that was what you needed to focus on, not how skilled his mouth had been and how pleasantly sore and satisfied his cock had you aching all the next day after he'd relentlessly buried it inside of you over and over.

But then you realized something as you sat there across from him, that cocky little smirk still on his face like he was remembering that same night right now, too. You had him here alone with you right now. No Sons, no Emilia. While you only had a few minutes left of your break, you had a feeling now might be the best and only time for you to finally tell Jax what you’d been needing to tell him for this past week–the news that had been steadily eating away at you for not having shared it since you’d found him again. Another opportunity to talk to him hadn’t presented itself in that time since you’d first run into him here, and you didn’t know when another would again. This quite possibly was the best moment to break the news–even if you’d have preferred a more private setting.

But that realization had your stomach knotting up instantly. Because how were you supposed to bring this up with him? How were you supposed to direct the conversation towards telling him that he had a daughter? You had no idea how to navigate this at all despite how much you’d been trying to prepare for it for days now. You desperately wished you could run back into the hospital and get back to work instead of facing this situation head on. But you had to tell him.

“So you just…saw me out here and thought you’d come say hi, is that it?” you asked.

Almost immediately you internally cringed at the question. Couldn’t you have found a smoother way to ask why he’d come to chat with you? You were definitely out of practice with talking to guys after having been a single mother for so long. But Jax didn’t seem bothered by the question, his expression briefly changing to something that felt a little less like he was mentally undressing you now. At least that marginally eased your nerves for what you needed to discuss with him, it would be easier to look him in the eye if he wasn't giving you that look anymore.

“Yeah,” he answered slowly. “Had some club shit to deal with out here. Saw you sitting outside by yourself and figured I’d come check in with you. See how you’re settling into Charming. You doin’ alright here?”

“Oh,” you said, taken by surprise once again. Had he really come over here to see how you were adjusting to the small town? “I, uh, yeah. It's been good here, I guess. A lot smaller than where I was before, but the hospital is a lot less stressful than my previous one, so there’s that.”

Jax nodded, his expression hard to read as he remained sitting there with his arms crossed over his chest. Tongue nervously darting out between your lips, you sat across from him trying to figure out how to just get everything off of your chest and out in the open between you both. But that slow smirk drawing up one corner of his lips again and that cocky confidence he had about himself suddenly threw you once more.

“I’ll be honest, darlin’,” Jax began, that devilishly handsome smirk still on his lips. “I didn’t really come here to just ask that. I actually came over here to get your number.”

Well, that was going to make this awkward.

“You…did?” you asked hesitantly.

“Was hoping maybe we could get together sometime,” he continued with a slight shrug. “You know, talk when you’re not stuck at work for once. Maybe I could take you out or somethin’?”

Sitting there dumbfounded, your mouth partially sat agape at the suggestion. He’d come over here to get your number and apparently ask you on a date–something you assumed he didn't generally do judging by the faint tinge of uncertainty in the way he was silently watching you. Yet you were sitting here wondering how to tell him that he’d knocked you up five years ago and that he had a four year old daughter running around Charming.

This was certainly about to get uncomfortable.

“You seem surprised, sweetheart,” Jax said slowly, studying your expression. “That not something you'd be interested in? I remember you said you weren't seeing anyone the other day. That not entirely true?”

Mouth opening and closing, you were trying to figure out how the hell to proceed from here. With all the mental preparation for this conversation you’d been doing for days, you had not anticipated this to happen. If you didn't have Emilia, your curiosity to get to know him better would've immediately had you telling him yes before giving him your number. But you did have Emilia to consider, and he probably wouldn't want you like that when he realized you came with an entire family and were not just some girl to have fun with like he had done five years ago. You figured he wouldn't be thinking about dates in a minute.

“I'm not with anyone, no,” you told him, shifting in your seat awkwardly. “I just…”

“You just what?” he pressed, a frustrated edge slipping into his words. Uncrossing his arms, Jax leaned forward and rested his elbows on the little cement table, his eyes narrowing at you. “I don't meet your standards or somethin’? Cause of the club?”

“What?” you asked.

Where had that come from? And why did he sound genuinely upset about your hesitation?

He frowned back at you, all traces of the playful and cocky demeanor gone. Something like hurt flickered behind his blue eyes and you felt guilt creeping into you. He needed to understand that's not what you were saying at all, but he was continuing before you could even figure out how to respond.

“No, I get it,” he continued, his frustration rising as bitterness coated his tongue. “You come move out to Charming and hear about my club, probably listen to all the bullshit people say around town about it and me, yeah? Now you think I'm not good enough for anythin’ else. Just that one night, huh?” He nodded his head slowly, his eyes still narrowed back at you with that hurt hiding behind the frustration in his eyes. “Thought you were better than that. I thought–”

“I have a daughter,” you blurted.

It took him a second to process what you'd said when you’d abruptly cut him off. Jax sat there across from you at the table with his lips still partially parted from how you'd interrupted him. The frustration on his face very slowly morphed into confusion instead as he sat there staring at you, the sound of the birds outside and a few cars pulling into the parking lot filling the sudden silence. It felt like minutes had passed before he closed his mouth, a frown pulling at his lips now.

The longer he sat there staring at you, the louder the sound of your own racing heart grew in your ears. You definitely had not prepared yourself enough for this conversation, but it was too late to back out now. You’d already blurted it out, all you could do now was push forward and tell him the full truth.

“You what?” he finally asked. His head tilted to the side as if that would help him to somehow understand better what you’d just blurted out. “You got a kid?”

This wasn't how you wanted to bring the news up with him in all the times you’d been preparing this little speech. You’d wanted to lead him into it gently, not slam him over the head with it. But you had never expected Jax to ask you on a date, and you certainly hadn't expected his hurt reaction to you not immediately and eagerly agreeing to go on one with him. You were feeling a little thrown off yourself.

“I have a daughter,” you repeated carefully, one hand grabbing your pen from where it sat on the table beside the book you’d been reading. Nervously, you began to fidget with it, twisting it in your fingers as you forced yourself to continue to get the next words out. “That night five years ago, we uh…we didn't use anything, if you remember. Because I was on birth control.”

Pausing, you saw the way his frown had only deepened at the mention of that night right after mentioning that you have a daughter. From the look on his face and the way his hands had shifted to grip the edge of the table, you had a feeling he knew where this conversation might be heading now.

“Thing is…I had been under a lot of stress back then,” you began awkwardly, continuing to explain as the words just poured out of you. “From my new job at the hospital, the one I’d mentioned to you back then. They had me working all kinds of weird hours and long shifts. Which was why I'd gone out that night and been drinking and…spent the rest of it with you.” Clearing your throat, you tried to ignore the nerves coursing through your veins, your fingers still twisting the pen around them. “I'd been drinking that night and forgot that I had been pretty damn off schedule on taking my pills for a few weeks before that night. So I…”

With the way he was staring at you across the table, looking at you like he was hanging on every damn word coming out of your mouth as if they were about to break him, you found yourself struggling to continue. You remembered that exact feeling all those years ago sitting alone on your bathroom floor surrounded by positive pregnancy tests. Except you'd had five years to accept the news now, to build a life around the child you hadn't planned but had become your everything. Jax was only just now about to learn about her.

“I got pregnant,” you finished softly. “That night.”

A muscle feathered in his cheek a few times at your words before he grew completely still across from you. Over the past few days, you'd imagined multiple scenarios about how to break the news to him and how he might react to it. But even imagining all the different possibilities hadn't prepared you for how to respond to them in real life, especially not with that blank look on his face as he just stared at you.

“I…wanted to tell you back then,” you carefully confessed, not sure if he wanted you to keep speaking or to be quiet and let him process what you'd just dropped on him. But when he didn't stop you, you continued. “I didn't have a number for you, though. Or a name. Or a town, or any way to contact you. I couldn't exactly remember the name of your club because, well, I'd been drinking and it wasn't exactly my focus that night.”

His hands tightened on the table, the tendons visible in his forearms at his grip. Despite how dry your mouth felt, you kept on talking, everything just falling out of you after years of holding it back.

“I uh, I considered all my options back then,” you told him. “But I decided to keep the pregnancy in the end. Figured I'd make it work somehow–which I have. She's a little over four years old now.”

Jax still hadn't said a word, his silence only adding to your increasing anxiety. And the less he said, the more you did.

“I didn't move here on purpose or anything,” you added awkwardly, twirling the pen a little faster between your fingers. “I had no idea you lived in Charming. Seeing you the other day was as much of a shock to me as it was to you. I honestly never thought I would find you again to be able to tell you any of this. And I didn't exactly know how to tell you, either. Which is why it took me a few days. I mean I–I didn’t know if you’d even want to know, but I felt like I couldn’t just not tell you.”

Jax swallowed hard, his throat visibly bobbing. His eyes very gradually closed shut, his jaw clenching as he processed what you’d just dropped on him. Biting down hard on your bottom lip, you forced yourself to stop spewing more words at him. It was obvious that he was quickly becoming overwhelmed.

Another long, drawn out silence heavily fell between you both. You sat there chewing your bottom lip and trying to keep quiet before a sharp exhale finally escaped Jax, his nostrils flaring. He swallowed hard again before he opened his eyes, focusing back on you. Teeth still clamped down on your lip, you waited for him to finally say something–anything.

“You're saying the kid is mine?” he asked.

“She's your daughter,” you assured him with a nod. “Yes. There's literally no one else that could've been her father, I hadn't been with anyone else during that time besides you. And I think I’d made it pretty clear that night that I didn’t do one night things back then.” A small, nervous smile pulled at your lips before you continued. “But I'm open to a paternity test if that's…something you'd want. I get it, a woman showing up five years later claiming a kid is yours…it seems like bullshit.”

Jax leaned forward, his hands releasing the table from his grip before his elbows rested on top of it again. One of his hands scrubbed down his face as his focus shifted to the patio beneath the table like he couldn’t look at you. You knew you'd need to get back into St. Thomas and finish your shift soon, but you couldn't just abruptly get up and walk away right after telling him all of this.

“I don't know what the hell I want,” he muttered. “Didn't exactly expect all this when I came over here.”

“I figured as much,” you agreed softly. “I wish there’d have been a better way to break the news, but I didn’t want to keep this from you. She’s yours, too. I figured you deserve to know she exists.”

Jax cursed quietly under his breath before he buried his face in both of his hands. His fingers tugged at the roots of his hair, the blonde strands quickly becoming mussed under his agitation, some pieces steadily falling out of place. Half of you felt tempted to get up and walk over to him, wanting to wrap him in a hug and offer him the comfort you sincerely wished someone had given you that day you’d pissed on all of those pregnancy tests because you knew what he was feeling–like he'd lost his footing now that you had just flipped his world upside down. But you knew better than to get up and touch him.

“For the record,” you began cautiously as his face remained buried in his hands, “I’m not looking for anything from you. I’ve spent all this time raising her on my own, we’re doing just fine. I didn’t tell you this because I expected child support or something.”

Gradually, he raised his head from his palms. He stared back at you through narrowed eyes, as if he wasn’t sure whether he believed you or not.

“I’m completely serious,” you told him. “I just thought that…maybe you might want to know her. When you’re ready. Or…if you’re ever ready. That’s all.”

“Darlin’,” he began, voice tight, “I don’t even know how the fuck I feel right now hearing this.”

“Believe me, I get it,” you replied, offering him another small smile.

Finally ceasing your fidgeting with the pen in your hands, you looked down at it. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you sat in thought for a moment as Jax remained quiet on the opposite side of the table, probably still trying to come to terms with what you’d told him.

“How about this,” you offered, looking back up at him. “I’ll give you my number before I head back into work. You can take whatever time you need to think about what you might want to do, but you can reach out to me whenever.” You shrugged sheepishly, that small smile still on your lips. “If you want to meet up and talk more about everything, then you have a way to reach out. And if you don’t, well…”

Your voice trailed off as what you didn’t say was left hanging in the air. If you never heard from him, then clearly he wasn’t interested in being in Emilia’s life. It meant he wouldn’t want to know his own daughter. Which would greatly disappoint you, but you also couldn’t entirely fault him for that. You didn’t really know the guy, and he didn’t look too thrilled at the fact that he’d just learned he was a father.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a single nod. “Yeah, alright. I think that’s–that’s good.”

There it was, that awkwardness you knew would ruin the moment after he’d sat down and tried to ask you on a date. Any and all interest in you like that had completely vanished from him now. Trying to ignore the way that made you feel, you searched around on the table for something to write your number on as you clicked open the pen in your hand.

After nervously fumbling around the table for a bit, Jax’s forearm slid into your view and you stopped. Eyes sliding back up to meet his, you saw him gesture his head towards his arm.

“Left my phone on my bike,” he explained. “Just write it on my arm. It’s fine.”

Your gaze dropped back down to his bare forearm–the one without his tattoo. Hesitating for a beat, you just stared at the muscle and skin beneath the light blonde hairs. That arm had once been wrapped around you, holding you so gently to himself in your bed a long time ago. Now it probably never would again.

“Yeah, alright,” you replied.

Leaning a little forward along the table, you grabbed onto his wrist with your free hand and focused solely on what you were doing. Writing carefully and clearly, you jotted your cell phone number in black ink across the inside of his forearm–small enough to not be too noticeable, but large enough for him to read. Once you were finished, you quickly released his wrist and sat back in your seat, clicking your pen back off.

Jax stared at the numbers you’d written on his skin, his face completely void of emotion. Still feeling your heart pounding in your throat, you began to gather up your things from the table, figuring he looked like he wanted to be left to his thoughts.

“I hate to do this, but I need to get back to my shift,” you told him, standing up from the table.

He nodded quietly, his eyes still downcast and focused on his arm. Standing beside the table for a moment, you cradled your book to your chest with one arm while your other hand began nervously fidgeting with your pen again.

“Well, uh, you have my number, so…maybe I’ll hear from you.”

“Yeah,” Jax replied, gaze still averted.

Aware this wasn’t going anywhere else, your shoulders dropped before you turned and headed across the small outdoor dining area back towards the hospital. A strange, uneasy feeling settled in your chest at how closed off he’d become while he’d sat there after you’d mentioned your daughter, not entirely sure what to make of his reaction. But you’d done everything you could on your part. He knew about her now. The rest was completely up to him.

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nettleseeds-art · 15 hours ago

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Ill be honest its been fun to reshare old art and lean a bit more into my interest in hypnosis, but im seeing WAY more AI here than I was hoping

Ive even had people reaching out to connect as "artists", I look at their blog and its all AI. This after I had my own art butchered by someone generating thumbnails for their AI hypno videos and taking money for it. This after I've made my art freely available for years because its my hobby and passion to draw

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allfortheslay25 · 6 months ago

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Hi!!! I love your blog and was wondering if you have any Milo and Warren hcs?

Spoilers for Milo’s Future

The first cordial conversation these two have actually happens at Eden’s (before it is ruined lol)

Like I’ve mentioned before, Milo’s goal while being with the Foxes was to improve their teamwork and help them win a game. One of their team bonding things he suggested was clubbing together so he took them to Eden’s since his family has a history there (and he could house them in the Columbia house which he bought from an old Fox when he was 15)

Wymack allowed the team to go out as long as they stayed in doors and didn’t get into too much trouble. Milo was stuck babysitting the real trouble makers and he unfortunately had a rude awakening that the bartender he met back as a kid (Roland) was not as chill as he thought he was

Warren let the cigarette burn away at the tips of his nails. Christen leaned closer to his knuckles to blow at the cherry end, smirking when he recoiled in disgust.

“You need to smoke it or it’ll die.” Christen said.

Warren stuffed his free hand into the leather confines of his jacket pocket, clenching his fist so hard his scabs split open.

“Disgusting. Let it die.”

Ash stumbled, leaning her weight into Christen as she blew a mouthful of smoke his way. “I’ve been sooooo generous. We’ve been so generous. You don’t want to let your lungs stay a virgin forever, babe, it’s embarrassing.”

The striker had been nothing but a nuisance to Warren since he moved to the states. Intoxicated and naked, she preferred to press his buttons and rob him of his anger management progress. But Ash was scum and Warren found hanging out with someone like her made him feel better about himself, as horrible as it was. He felt indebted to her after knocking her out of last year’s season. Warren looked down at the cigarette between her fingers. It was hard to tell the arm had ever been broken at all.

When her hands reached for his face, he moved his arm up, stopping her in her tracks. Christen pulled them back, far enough that Warren would be forced to take three steps forward if he so much as wished to snap their necks.

“My eyes are up here,” Ash cooed.

Warren glanced away from her long throat and scowled at the two oufs.

“Really, though, how do you expect to manage all that crazy without something to take off the edge? Smoking a cigarette is the least dangerous option we’ve offered you.”

Christen jostled her. “I don’t even know why you bothered asking the retard.”

Warren dug his thumbnail through his pointer finger and clenched his teeth so hard he’d be sure to crack his jaw.

Ash grinned and hip checked Christen. “I like him. Big scary European dog. Woof woof.”

Warren curled his lip. He didn’t know how far intoxicated she was but it couldn’t be as hard as their usual routine. He saw Milo empty their pockets before they left.

Just like that, Warren’s body sagged in content. The image of Milo’s beautiful eyes swirled through his brain like crystal waves at the beach. Sometimes, Warren got jealous of the sun, being that the evidence of its kisses freckled his skin every time he saw him. Warren would not insult God by praying for the man, but he begged his forgiveness every night for he knew who he’d see in his dreams. Such a twisted form of fate to introduce him to someone so addicting. It wasn’t right. Warren was sure you’d have to first taste something for it to control you so, yet here he stood, poisoned with no antidote for heartache. Oh, Warren wanted so deeply it burned. It will burn. The devil smirks at me now.

“Hey!”

Warren startles, his fist coming out of his pocket but then he sees the eye of the sea and stops. Milo was a sight to behold. He’d demanded everyone dress their best for this night out, as if it were a requirement for entry at this so-called ‘Eden’. Warren had allowed Ash to dress him and in turn, he’d lent Christen a few things. But Milo had surely tricked him. The man must be planning Warren’s murder, why else distract him with a flash of his gorgeous and freckled abdomen. So many freckles.

Milo stomped over to the blonde mooncalves. Christen once again pulled them away, far from where the young Minyard-Josten could smell their deceit.

“You two! Get back inside!” He shouted.

Christen and Ash moved faster than Warren thought possible, hiding the cigarette and Ash’s positively large pupils. Milo chased them to the back door of the club, a breathtaking view as the moonlight earned her turn to caress his face in her light. Warren swallowed the lump in his throat or maybe the Lord holds his tongue as punishment for his unfathomable lust.

“Don’t ruin the night for everyone! You both know Coach said to stay indoors!” Milo hisses at their backs.

He huffed, shoulders going down as he muttered something venomous under his breath. Warren’s face flushed at the intrusive idea that Milo ought to shout at him instead. Don’t waste your words on the air or the piss covered concrete. Cuss at me. Spit the poison at me, burn me with your glare. Warren vaguely recognized the heat from the cigarette threatening at the first knuckle of his finger. It wasn’t enough to bring him out of his longing. Milo’s teal coat emphasized the color in his irises, but paled in comparison to the makeup he asked the Captain to frame around his eyes after Barry David called him a slur. Warren had begun to realize Milo lived to spite others. He wore makeup to spite David, sung in the locker rooms to press the men’s buttons, trimmed his hair because Ash said long hair was more attractive on him, and pressed his chest against Warren’s just because he stole the ball from him during scrimmages. And if Warren found more ways to knock over Milo’s stick, just to feel the idea of Milo’s heartbeat against his own—

“Oh, Warren…” Milo noticed him, awkwardly dropping his tensed fists behind him.

Warren was too dumbfounded to speak. He bit his tongue to prevent it from getting him in trouble. Despite what the team thought, he wasn’t slow. English wasn’t easy, he found it hard to form a sentence that wasn’t as vulgar as he learned from the Sharks back in France. They taught him all the bad words first, then worse things so he’d follow along during their threats. But English, Greek, nor French—none of their vocabularies held the words Milo deserved to hear. However, this was his chance was it not? Couldn’t he start fresh? Couldn’t he apologize? He hadn’t ruined it all just yet. Milo isn’t like the rest. He closes the distance with Warren everytime they speak, he stands too close, closer than anyone on the team had the courage to. He could close the distance. He didn’t need Milo to hold him or fall in love with him. Warren was okay watching from the sidelines, listening to his voice was enough. Let me watch as you play exy with the kind of fire that devastates our earth, let me listen to you ramble on about anything. I’ll hang on to every word like clothes on a line or a painting on a wall. Just say yes.

Milo smiled, as if he heard Warren’s thoughts.

“Having fun?” He asked.

Warren bit down harder. He shrugged in lieu of an answer.

Milo glanced down at his cigarette. Warren was about to crush the offending stick until Milo leaned closer, taking a deep breath and giving Warren a soft look. “Sorry,” he said bashfully, “the smell reminds me of simpler times. It’s nice.”

“Do you smoke?” Warren blurted.

Milo paused, maybe not expecting Warren to speak at all.

“No… I can’t. But it’s a nice reminder that things hadn’t always been so bad.” He gives the cigarette one last gentle look before shrugging off the wall. “I’d better go back inside, make sure everyone is safe.”

Warren watched him go, because it’d be cruel to force him to stay. He looked down at the cigarette still holding on between his crooked fingers and brought it to his lips.

This is what the sketches looked like from three years ago lol

I would’ve added the rest of the scene (I wrote it three years ago) but the post was getting too long. Anyways, unfortunately the night ends when Milo is really put off by Roland (who’s been flirting with him since he found out who he was) so he’s trying to get his foxes to leave. Ashely refuses and is just doing drugs and chatting up some dude. Warren, pent up from the anger Chris and Ash stacked on him all night, went to civilly bring her to the cars. Ash badmouths him and comments on his mothers and his hard on for Milo (which is a joke since no one knows he’s crushing) so Warren snaps and breaks her jaw on the counter of the bar. They’re kicked out of Eden’s and Milo has to get them to the ER

Warren ruined his development with Milo who begins to be cautious around him now, keeping Warren at arms length and worst of all, Warren watched Milo’s hands tremble as he dialed coach on the way there.

#aftg #all for the game #art #doodles #oc #oc art #aftg oc #miloverse #all for milo #Milo Minyard josten #milo josten #ed warren #ash salazar #chris herman #my foxes #all for my foxes

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darqx · 11 months ago

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HEEEY MACARENA (ALRIGHT!)

Here's some long overdue BP and HH asks :) I tend to combine the two since there's not as many as the RADs, so this starts with BP and then moves into HH/Gen qs.

MUAH ~ (I actually doodled this some time last year for fun and whimsy, based on those long mouth kiss meme pics XD)

A very quick overview of these types!

Vescordem: Maneaters/cannibals, excessively tall and strong.

Aleores: Minor dealmakers (goods and services). Jaw can unhinge and has venomous bite.

Sollicio: Major dealmakers - soul stealing ability. Often very good looking, has ichor powers.

Voxter: Ability to project 'thoughts' into someone else's mind - you ever have an intrusive thought? Same concept. All have a unique mark across the top part of their face.

Caumacies: Maneaters/cannibals, very strong. Has a third eye which sees only in heat vision - rarely opened simultaneously with normal eyes.

Hmm M or MA15 i think 🤔

You know, i actually have an idea for a game that has nothing to do with anything I'm currently doing XD One day i'll actually have time to make it, maybe. But anyway currently my actual project is i'm planning on making a comic \o/

I AM PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE that i have thumbnailed like 70 pages of this bloody thing and i'm still only in the first quarter of the planned chapters lol OTL Once i finish thumbing the chapter I'm on I plan to go back and render the pages properly before starting to post them :D

...which should hopefully give me a buffer as i repeat the process for the next chapters |D

You know, the concept of my characs being comfort characs for someone will never get old for me. It just tickles me pink ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ This answer will have two levels to it.

It's fine to RP or ask blog with Rire - he's one of my more "known" characs thanks to BTD so as long as credit is given (and it's made clear I'm not running the blog so it's not canon) then it's cool.

I'd prefer if no ask/RP blogs are created for any of my other BP or HH characs, as they are not as known yet. This may be revisited once i actually get the BP comic out but for now it's a no, sorry! (Though, if you are RPing in like...a private Discord with other friends who know who the characs are then I'm a bit more lenient with that.)

The reason for the BP/HH level is that ages ago when I had started establishing my own characs more, I randomly happened to find a forum where someone was RPing as Izm and .D but no one else knew who the characs were and so they clearly thought the RPer was the original artist and creator. Said RPer was not dissuading anyone of that notion. That has stuck with me for forever because at the time i never anticipated that someone would...actually try and do that with an OC. Like, bro srsly?!

One pet peeve for everyone:

.D: Willfully stupid people

Izm: .D smoking. He could care less if anyone else smokes but .D is not allowed on his watch

Marcus: Having decisions made for him without his input

Zeke: "How's the weather up there?"

Wei Ren: When people think he can't understand English cos he has an accent and so they deliberately speak slower and louder

Geez Caleb why are you damn RUDE

Here's one i prepared earlier! 😌

I'm not sure why you included Marcus as a demon, he's a human lol.

HH/More Gen

There are clubs which are created by students but need approval from the adults to exist.

HH is one of the better boarding schools which generally turn out successful alumni. The "obvious problems" we see are not actually obvious lol.

He doesn't need such manipulations.

Thanks! I hope you are inspired to go forth and create stuff! :D

One of the only perks of being a prefect at HH, really :d

Absolutely not lol

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4. These types of qs are always amusing to me only because you guys expect me to know but i absolutely do not XDD. Do normal people actually have a fave animal?? I dont even have a fave animal!! Anyway offshoot aside sorry that i can't even randomly assign anything, but if you are interested here is what they might be AS animals lol.

They actually don't have names because they were randomly designed NPCs i drew as like, placeholders |D;

Not including Rire or Nurse Isla:

.D is asexual, Izm is bisexual, and everyone else is straight probably. Caleb and Desmond are violently straight (as in Des is like very 90s stoner bro adamantly vocal about being straight and Caleb will actually try and break your neck for insinuating anything).

I have some female characs but I dont draw them that often as they are more side characs in BP and HH. The ones ive's drawn at least once are Isla (who looks like this, also doodled above), Tish (Des's sister) and Kenzie and Kelly (Zeke's sisters).

Every once in a blue moon i get an ask saying this but whenever i go to check nothing is wrong, so...nothing is wrong they do work |D; As the age old tech saying goes have you tried turning it off and on again? :d

Aren't those kind of things supposed to be...based on yourself??

#battle priest #hedonehigh #art #doodle #answer dump #answer #reply #long post #sz

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ikimaru · 1 year ago

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Hi sunny :D I’m a tad nervous to ask questions but you’re one of my favorite artists soo… 😞😞

I was just wondering if you have any tips regarding making a comic :,3

thank you‼️🫶

heey thank you so much! 🙈 I'm sure I've responded to this multiple times before but I can't even find the asks on my own blog so here we go again dksjd

this is for a shorter type comic, for comics that are a lot longer like many hundreds pages it's more complicated!

1 - write down the plot with main things you want to have happen and divide it into scenes revolving around these things, expanding on what should happen in each scene with dialogue, notes etc. This helps making sure each scene connects well to the next and also gives you a general idea of how long the comic is gonna be

2 - sketch out pages as rough draft (thumbnailing) so you will know how the action will be distributed across the page, I usually sketch all the pages in one scene at the same time so you can know in advance where a scene is gonna end it's not gonna be 2 panels into a new page if u don't want it to

3 - when figuring out how a scene plays out you can sorta imagine it like a movie in your head and you choose angles you like or that make the scene flow nicely! (as for panel shapes and other technical things I suggest looking at tutorials or looking through comics or manga you like to see how they do them)

4 - this is just if you want to carry out a comic from start to finish! never underestimate how long it takes to make comic pages, so if you want a finished comic I suggest trying out doing something shorter of a few pages to see how you feel about that first, find a way to draw and color them that's comfortable for you! I think around 50-60 pages is manageable, if it goes in the hundreds it's gonna be a long haul (I kinda never want to go there again lmao) so imo avoid spending too much time on full coloring/details/backgrounds in every panel, it can look good but ur gonna get burned out SO fast (a lot of comics get dropped for that reason) most long running comics have simpler styles and assistants to help with coloring, adding text etc

hope this helps!

#Sunnyasks #tutorial #ok now it's tagged so I might not respond to this again

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creaman · 1 year ago

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Hi there! I apologize for taking up your time, I am just so curious: When you tackle a comic, what does the process behind it look like?

Asking because I found myself scrolling through your blog once again and couldn't help but marvel at all the beautiful effects you use, at how flawlessly the structure guides the viewer's eye across each page, how the graphic weight seems to always be in just the right places…, and wonder how you learned doing this. Everything you put out looks incredibly professional and I aspire to reach your level of skill 😌❤️

Thank you Finz!! You're no bother at all, I'm an open book. This is such high praise for a guy that really doesn't have a set process, I feel like a hack. Ha. Rest assured my style is still developing. Besides the referencing of the linework and composition of official comic books, (practicing by redrawing panels for fun), explaining the process makes me feel like a serial killer but I will do my best.

(WIP Riddler panel, scrapped Scarecrow composition)

My comics usually stem from a single panel or concept — I like to focus on/emphasise particular panels of my pages, the heavy hitters, the main piece that catches your eye. I know I'm not a profoundly technically proficient artist so I prefer visually interesting elements and formatting, i.e. drawing characters outside their frames, negative space, notation, perspectives etc.

(Kung Fu Panda 4 sketch god I hate Kung Fu Panda 4)

I like to establish 'main focus' panels, the bits of the comic that really, well. make people want to chew on it. This is where the technical effort is concentrated, really, and the rest of the comic is generally build around these concepts.

('Restaurant Balthazar' focus panels)

Textures and effects are done on individual panels first, then the entire page as a whole to even out the unity. Generally, blocking in shadows, hatching for visual interest + middle tones, then textures/half-tones, then highlights.

(Script excerpt WIP)

I'm not a writer per se, but having a vague 'script' in your pages helps with pacing and direction. Comics are a versatile story-telling medium. I only really do scripts for comics longer than 2 pages. An optional but recommended strat is to send your script to a friend for a second opinion.

(Script excerpt — 'Restaurant Balthazar', annotated by @vincepti0n I don't know why he drew a face in the middle)

With the script crudely slapped together, I rough out the thumbnails and composition with the text, prioritising coherence and clean integration of previously mentioned 'main focus' panels.

Settling on a composition sucks the hardest. Drawing is fun, thinking makes brain hurty. Variety is good! Close-ups, wide shots, visual metaphors. Every panel is its own artwork.

The text bubbles are usually added in post, yes, but I'm just one guy and I don't have a writer to call me a good boy for doing things correctly. Bite me.

(Early 'Restaurant Balthazar' drafts)

In addition, keeping the text graphics in mind help create a sounder composition wherein even if the panels don't read cleanly left to right + top to bottom, the text can stagger and create the same reading order effect.

Panels and concepts are constantly tweaked, and my comic process is still highly experimental. A lot of industry standard comics aren't illustrated to their full potential due to deadlines and such — I strive for visual epiphany by treating each panel as its own artwork, and every page as a a bit of a mural.

(Old art hurts the soul)

Constantly experimenting allows you the insight of looking at your current art in comparison to your older works. In more recent works, I've been blocking in more shadows wiht lineart with thinner lines and more line weight, and learned to integrate the subject characters with less plain, abstract backgrounds.

TLDR: I have no idea

#creaman-answer-sheet.pdf #art process #vinegarclown #creaman #fanart #digital illustration #jonathan crane #riddler #wip #comic process #creaman talks to drywall

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 6 months ago

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Sorry if this is weird but I'd just like you to know that your art for the thumbnails and in general is so inspiring!

Whenever I see ur blog my art block immediately disappears so basically ur existence is pretty cool

that sounds so dumb-

UR COOL

uweehgheuhgewuhewuhgewuhe /pos

#answered ask #thank u qwq

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yiling-lz · 12 days ago

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Interviewer: Hey, are you-

TIANSHI88? AKA the HOTTEST & MOST WANTED account on simblr? YES. Yes, I am.

I know you (the readers) have a long list of questions, especially if you saw that post and while I have answered everything multiple times over the years, I’ve decided I may as well write it all out in one giant post too!! So lets go one by one shall we?

posing a minor sim in a sexual (ahegao) pose in a cc preview: that's in regards to my bachira hair! If you don't know, the crossed eyed + sticking tongue out combo is something Bachira (the character) does a lot in the manga and anime. It's not inherently sexual, even if I used an ahegao pose pack as a shortcut. Sorry but tongues out arent sexual!! If you think they are, I guess you must think children sticking their tongues out in defiance is sexual too huh ? Maybe you need help.

putting another minor (15 y/o) in an ahegao pose after people expressed concern over the first incident: I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I genuinely never have and never will care about people disliking that thumbnail, Xuehe’s pose was made by me (not whatever pose pack they linked lol) and not made outta spite lol. It was inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s “Sour” cover. (also- Xuehe is my fictional oc. No real minors were harmed lol)

allowing minors to follow him for cc with suggestive previews: yeah um. I realized letting minors follow my account solely for cc was too risky, so I changed it to minors DNI entirely. Am I not allowed to make mistakes lol?

owning a discord server with minors that could access a "dead dove” adult channel (pedophilia, beastiality, S/A, etc) by react role: this one is trickier. I was 19 when I made this server, and at the time, I was used to being on servers that allowed teens to join but also had 18+ channels restricted by reaction roles. So at the time I made it so you’d have to react to the “age: 18+” role and then add the “dead dove ok” role. You couldn't gain the role without saying you're 18+ prior. I quite plainly said anything harming real people is not wanted at all. This did not mean that the “dead dove channel” specifically talked about those topics, in fact, no one ever used it. I only specified those 3 topics to ensure no one genuinely believed those things are okay irl. Looking back on it now, if I could go back, I would have made the server 18+ only entirely. The server wasn’t up long either thankfully.

acknowledging the above issues & defending them: Yeah. Nothing I said then was wrong so…

being openly into fictional csa material but refusing to tag or disconnect his blog from his all-ages patreon account: show me proof of me sharing anything related to that. Show me where I said “I like csam :3” . Where is your proof? Tumblr would nuke me if I posted that nasty shit. Oh and by the way….. Csam applies to real children, real victims, not a bunch of lines. Sorry youre a liar.

refusing to tag nsfw content of any kind in any way despite linking to his tumblr in his patreon bio: Learn to read please. All my nsfw posts are tagged with “xian: spice” or “ts4 spice”. Next!

posting a minor (17 y/o) sim in a bed with an adult with bruises on their face & body to imply abuse : it has the trigger warning right in the tags. Fiction isn't always sunshine and rainbows. Fiction can depict tough topics. Fiction can be used to express our feelings, and that's exactly what that render was of. Ying (my oc there) shares a lot of my own traumas and he’s a healthy outlet to express myself. Sorry you don't know how to curate your own feed.

telling csa survivors to kill themselves for pointing out the above yeah. I shouldn't have said that general “kys” the one and only time I ever said it. It wasn't particularly directed at anyone. I was just upset, but it is what it is.

harassing anyone that calls him out or even silently bans him: proof or it doesn't exist. Next!

harassing daniigh0ul & the occult baby server members for banning him for this behavior, falsely accusing them of being homophobic: I’m blocked so I cant read any of that, but unless it has screenshots of me explicitly saying/doing the above, there's no proof again. Next!

harassing a sapphic/bi simmer for telling their personal story in sims (that included homophobia towards herself) until said simmer received death threats & deactivated. xian doubled down after being told this information & that he had jumped to conclusions.: yeah, sorry but if you're expecting an apology for this, it's not happening. I didn't send any of those threats but the narrative of “men can fix lesbians” is genuinely so harmful and is a view a lot of people still believe in to this day- to the point real lesbians get hurt and assaulted because of those views. So, sorry my dislike for something that romanticizes/praises that type of harmful relationship offends you lol.

attacking a creator for linking to his cc & filing two DMCA claims against their patreon despite the download not containing his work. he continued to berate them after realizing his cc was not included in their download and his two claims were false.: Selling sims isnt cool period. Sorry that hurts your feelings. Next!

encouraging others to harass people on his behalf: Proof? No? Ok next!

refusing to respect the boundaries of others (blocks/bans): proof? I'm quite literally constantly blocking people I know that don't like me so we both fuck off to our own spaces.

defending the ad of a hentai sex game in which a middle school-age child was posed suggestively, by saying he knew someone in real life that was seen as a child for being flat-chested: that's just a bunch of “he said”, “she said” nonsense. It's so incoherently written I genuinely don't even know where to begin so I won't. But once again, it doesn’t involve real people.

antiblackness: engaging in a conversation where a black person’s race was being discussed & being called a slur: I didn’t say the slur, encourage its usage, or say any other sort of racist remarks. youre pointing the finger at the wrong person.

transphobia: being angry at people for mistaking his cis “femboy” characters as trans women: This is probably the most embarrassing one, that post? Was in regards to me being tired of 2 specific characters from games (unrelated to the sims) being called trans-women simply for being slightly ‘gnc’ or having long hair. That's all. When people have mistaken my ocs like Merihem as a girl, I just correct them or make sure to put “he/him for both” in my captions lol. It genuinely doesn't bother me.

transphobia: making a poll to determine whether to make one of his cis “femboy” characters trans for the sole purpose of breeding kink, after the anger re: trans women: Am I supposed to apologize for being a trans-man that has a breeding kink? Lol he's my oc, I can do whatever I want with bro, cis or not. Sorry i’m into my own body type lol?

cc related: stealing meshes from multiple creators, including sims creators (@mooo-oood here, @hezeh here & here) and second life creators (Ayashi here) to paywall/claim as his own: Um ackshually, no one owns cc ideas, remember?. Unless I used their alpha planes, I didn't steal anything. The second life one? Sorry but I have never touched SL in my whole life; I actually saw that exact thumbnail by the SL creator on pinterest! And since the hair didn't exist in the sims 4, I simply made a hair as similar to it as possible. I dont like using alpha hairs but i do like the designs used and i wanted more maxis/stylized hairs equivalents. Sue me lol.

cc related: taking money for commissions then ghosting, forcing commissioners to file a claim with paypal before contacting them to finish the commission, being unprofessional to commissioners.: This one, I'll apologize for. Genuinely my intention never was to ghost commissioners! Quick note, my first account getting deleted was an accident, it was a known glitch/bug tumblr had for awhile. Sorry you dont believe me lol. Anyway, yes, I shouldn't have taken so long with my commissions, particularly the commissioner who had to request a refund. It's not an excuse or to claim it wasn't unprofessional, but at the time I was struggling terribly in my real life and opened emergency commissions explicitly saying I wasn't sure how long finishing them would take because I was very busy irl at the time, but they would all be completed. For everyone's sake, please request a refund sooner if you're concerned about being ghosted! Paypal does all the work, quickly and easily. I'm actively working on getting better at response and work times now that my life is more stable and I'd like to genuinely apologize overall. My mental health hinders me a lot socially and I completely accept and understand previous commissioners that rather avoid me at all costs.

small update: here are a few screenshots of ppl calling me a pedo/child molester since ppl wanna say im lyinggg teehee

(i had to look it up but "chomo" is apparently prison slang for child molester lolz)

#i know i know i saidd i wouldnt repeat myself AGAIN #but why not #xianrambles #NOW if any other asks pop up about this ill just refer you to this post

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dykefrin · 3 months ago

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WE HAVE HIT!!! 100 FOLLOWERS!!! SKETCH DUMP AS PROMISED UNDER CUT!!!

cw for gore in some of the sketches and other isat-typical warnings. also very long post

1. some of my first siffrins ever... dont think i had even finished the game yet. youll notice random physics/calculus notes in the margins of a lot of these lmao

also. heir of time siffrin real ^

2. more old siffrins. by this point i had actually finished and thought act 5 siffrin was really normal

3. loop telling siffrin to kill themself

4. rare nonsiffrin drawing... hi low hp odile...

5. > establish character full of joyous wimsy > inflict soul-crushing trauma

6. one of my fave scenes in the game yay yippee!

7. postcanon siffrin + loop designs. i imagine these being a couple years postloops whereas most of the postcanon sifloops ive drawn are more immediately postcanon. i love the idea of siffrin growing out their hair and keeping it in a braid. also shoutout to the loop boob window

8. posca doodle i drew in a hospital waiting room while getting tests done for the whole kidney stone incident

9. ok the second page of these i posted on my homestuck blog but i dont think ive posted loopsprite. shoutout to loopsprite theyre skaias strongest soldier and theyre sooo normal

10. these are!!! all the thumbnails for the road to nowhere!

11. the two flavors of sifloop

12. in cats and time. pallas cat siffrin. black footed cat mirabelle. sand cat bonnie. canada lynx odile.

also loop critter that is meant to go with all the cat designs

13. twohats sifloops

14. siffrins i drew during therapy

15. act 5 siffrin i drew the day before we got around to voicing it in my friends' playthrough (i voice siffrin ofc)

16. cover them (guts) up slut

OK THATS ALL THE STUFF FROM MY SKETCHBOOK. NOW FOR DIGITAL STUFF

17. you should read haunt the stage (words dont come easy) by @razzware ooo you wanna read it so baddd

these designs are not accurate to the fic tho bc i drew this while it was being developed. girlfriend privileges

18. honey im home redraw

19. handful of frames from an animatic im working on

20. act 5 mirror picture

21. playing around with making siffrins scar more gnarly. drew this to explain smth i was describing abt their cheek getting ripped open enough to see their teeth but the scar not reaching their mouth. the actual scar in the 2nd one was kinda bullshitted based on how id drawn the wound in the first one

22. not a sketch but havent posted this anywhere else. siffrin injury/scar ref sorry for my shitty handwriting bluh

this was MEANT for vaugarde-posting but. applies more generally too

ok thats everything YAY

#dykefrin post #I HAD TO FIGHT TUMBLR SO HARD TO MAKE THIS POST WORK FOR SOME REASON #isat spoilers #isat #isat fanart #dykefrin art

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clonehighdoublehelix · 1 month ago

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JUNE COMMUNITY POST

FIRST A QUICK UPDATE

The good news is that I bounced back my overblown headcold but I caught something even worse: A JOB

In addition to my commissions, I started a Manual Labour job (hello, fellow blue-collars) and am interviewing for an additional part-time position. I know; poor me, I'm soooooooo employable 🤧

And as if that weren't enough to keep me busy, I'm also going to be moving within the month. Normally, I wouldn't talk so much about my, frankly, pedestrian personal life on this blog but wanted to offer an explanation for my absence to anyone wondering. Looking ahead, the blog will start off dry in July but once my commissions are delivered (within the next two weeks 🤞) I'll have more spare time to get back into 'Genetic Experiments Gone Wild'. Okay, let's see if I can't remember what was happening-

This month on a very special Double Helix…

Let me just consult my notes*... Ah, here we go.

Cleo wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, Abes parents play favourites and JFK comes out as straight- again.

PATTY'S ROOM

Patty so fine she be making male-enjoyers stop and stare

'Dweeb' is a great word. In general but also to describe Patty.

No matter how many times I see the 'positive' tone indicator, my first thought is always 'piece of shit'. I like to imagines millennials using it the way people used 'stop' in telegrams. Greetings [piece of shit] I trust you are well [piece of shit] Say hello to your dear mother [piece of shit] Most Sincerely [piece of shit] Joshua [piece of shit]

GOOD COMMENT! Concise and accurate.

ABE COMES HOME

First off (all), how crazy to have a follower who used to go by Gabe!

Secondly, interesting that some readers felt that Abe's fosters were being homophobic. If anything, my intention was to make them shallow; prizing Gabe for his marketable good-looks.

One of my favourite veins of comedy is characters who mean well but say exactly the wrong things. Abe did this to Gabe a few posts back. Doesn't feel so good on the other side, eh Abe??

tfw your dad calls you a butterface and you can't even blame him because you're adopted

JFK REUNITES WITH FOSTER DADS

I think it's embarrassing when you're a teenager and your parents acknowledge your sexuality in any form, even positively.

lmao imagine being the token straight in the family

That tone indicator just saved your life, buster ( /silly) When you notice a detail missing like that, it's one of three things:

I deliberately left it out because it looked better (case in point)

I forgor

A wizard did it

MORE LOVE FOR TOOTS

But I have actually seen reference photos of below-the-knee amputees tying their loose pant legs into knots. What, are they gonna wear shorts all the time?

WELL-WISHERS

Thanks again for the messages while I was sick! Luckily I was staying with my Granny at the time who plied me with health food and her old-world remedies. Actual photo of my recovery:

FANART

My spirits were also greatly lifted by the fanart that's come my way during my convalescence! I'll reblog them all individually but for now let's regard them in an awed silence, the way art should be appreciated.

Abe/Gabe and Cleo/Patty by @moldyfridge

CJ and Paprika by @thatweirdstemrat

Darcy and Patty by @jayydeng

Patty by @cheresh-nya

ANOTHER CLONEY ISLAND MILESTONE

My animated short crawled to 200k but updating the thumbnail gave it a second life and propelled it to 300k in a months time! Where's the roof on this thing??

Anyway, I'm running out of visual ideas to celebrate but here's a little something I whipped up:

Oh and I forgot to mention it last month but you can now direct all your loved ones/bitter rivals/indifferent neighbours to our swanky new domain name: clonehighdoublehelix.blog

Isn't it so much tidier without that pesky 'tumblr' clanging around in the middle? Who needs to be reminded of that boondoggle.

And I wanted to give a special shoutout to my Ko-Fi supporter @dunkulkhan for their ongoing support during this irregular month. I'm looking forward to getting my groove back in July!

Next Month on a Very Special Double Helix…

I kid, I kid!

Joan and Gandhi have awkward family dinners and (time permitting) maybe Cleo's Mom will grace us with her presence?

Stay High everyone!

Thanks to everyone for your comments:

@neutrallyobsessed @gandhiclonehighlover @starpupinterlude @kimtiny @jaqlynwithaq @theabesimp @gspot-rocks-the-gspot @pijakofspades @siwwydingus @seila2310 @youdonelostyourmind @rubberhosetoons @silversword7000

*hastily scrawled on my sweaty palms in smeared sharpie

#clone high double helix #Feedback

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canarysage · 9 months ago

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…make reply icons?

reply icons (or as i call em, replycons) are a weird kind of edit. they’re in the same genre as rentry or carrd graphics—i.e., that you can do whatever you want with no real rules. that said, these are some guidelines i follow

i. make your canvas much wider than it is tall

there’s no exact measurement for this. my reply icons for this blog are 600x150, but they’re fairly uniquely small. the general consensus at least amongst my peers is about a 4:1 or 3:1 ratio will work best.

the reason why your replycons should be wider than longer is because it keeps them from taking up a lot of space. here’s mine as an example:

enough space to be visible, but not so much as to be obnoxious. that should generally be your goal.

ii. collect a wide variety of expressions

this’ll be limited depending on your characters, but it’s best to have a good variety of expressions. i also save my files with whatever the expression is to me for easier searching but you don’t have to do that LOL

also, i feel obligated to mention it, but you don’t have to stick with just one character. you can use a whole group, either an in-game group (i.e. leo/need) or a visual group (i.e. blonde characters.) they don’t even really need to match, though it’ll look better if they do. with this blog and my old ones, i used a variety of characters with the same color palette so i could get the expressions i wanted.

iii. just make the damn thing

ah, the worst part of all editing—actually editing. god fucking damn it. now that you’ve got your canvas and your character(s) it’s time to grit your teeth and make some replycons

first thing i usually do is narrow down a theme. this can be as simple as a color or as complex as something like “cybercore” or whatever -core scratches your brain. for these replycons, my theme is just attempting to match the rest of my blog layout. god fucking speed.

it can sometimes help to make a thumbnail like this ^ but that’s 100% optional. i like to do it for tutorial purposes and it helps me to get my thoughts from my brain and into photopea. your thumbnail need not make sense nor be cohesive. it’s just for you to know

a good way to start is to make a shape and make it interesting—i usually make a shape and give it a border and some fun lines, rp style, but you don’t have to do that. all of those things can be done with just the shape tool. you can also find existing icon masks on tumblr or resource rentries (make sure you credit properly!!) and you can find some templates, like mine!

once you’ve got a theme and a base, start adding shit.

^ pretty easy base. i pixelated the lines around her eyes and added eyes, and added a stroke and drop shadow to the shape to make it easier to see! if you’d like, you can stop there. but i think it needs a background and some details so i’m going to keep going

background complete! for this i just used a color fill and went rasterize > filter > noise > add noise but you can add whatever you like—patterns, wallpapers, solid colors, etc. it’s up to you! i also added a small stroke around my character png so as to distinguish her from the background a little further :)

this one is a little blank on the left side so i’m gonna add some text and details!!

there we are. i added the cd png to break up the monotony of my base, added text because it’s my personal preference, and added a chibi so the text is distinguished! if you do add text, make sure it’ll be readable in any modes—light and dark. i typically add both a black and white stroke for this, and a drop shadow can help a lot, too!

an important thing to note here is any extraneous images of the character you add can’t be too distracting to the main image. if i had, for example, done this:

the new png is obviously too distracting, right? it takes up too much space and completely draws the eye away. this is even more true when the base and the png have conflicting expressions, like so:

because now i can’t tell what emotion you’re conveying—is the replycon happy or sad? what part do i focus on??

so it’s best to keep any extraneous decals pretty simple, for the sake of clarity. it’s also best to remember that english-speakers read from left to right, and native speakers are conditioned to interpret most things that way. you’ll want to draw the eye in that direction as you work, and not the other way around. hope that makes sense lmfao

iv. save as a psd

once you’ve got all your layers and details situated, make sure that you save your replycon as a psd. this is imperative, because it enables you to make new reply icons as the occasion arises, or you can recycle the basic components for a new theme!

if you’re unsure on how to save as a psd, click file in the upper left-hand corner and then ‘save as a psd.’ i recommend labeling it so you can file it more easily; i’m naming this file cobaltpegasi replycons, which is an easy template—just stick your url in instead.

once you’ve done that, keep adding expressions until you have a suitable amount of replycons! i usually made about five to ten to start with and then add new expressions as i see fit, but you can do whatever works best for you.

also, when saving your replycons, it helps to sort them by what emotion you think they convey. for example, my canarysage replycons are sorted by character and then by emotion—so this one is labeled “len smug” because that’s how it seems to me

you don’t have to do that, but i find it helps a lot when trying to find specific ones, especially if you have a lot.

v. go forth and use them

now that you’ve got your replycons done, you can use them! go forth and clear out those week old requests in your inbox (🤨) or whatever it is you want to do with them. that is all. canarysage signing off <3

…so that’s how you do it.

#canarysage‚ how do you…?#ʚɞ — tips.

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