#Matching crosshatch

[yameoto]

thinking about mean tennis!coach art donaldson. u wanna throw a tantrum about whiffing your match? you wanna blame his coaching and not your lazy fucking playing? you’ll stop whining when he yanks your skirt up your tight little ass. bends u over the net like the good for nothing slut you are. forget tennis. could be a hooker with that pretty fucking ass. look at you, thighs quaking. cunt dripdrip dripping onto the tennis court. you’re just begging to be fucked by the handle. but only good girls get that, no? only winners. he’s gonna spank your ass so red and raw with the back of his racket you’ll have the crosshatching burned onto your skin. oh, don’t cry. it’ll look pretty. he hasn’t even started yet! now, ass up, sweetcheeks. unlike you, he doesn’t miss.

[dimensionzero]

yet more frame-by-frame atsv analysis, art style edition!

I still cannot fucking figure out what art medium earth-50101 is supposed to be, my best guess is, like, paint/maybe markers over linework? in any case there's the fun little detail that even though pretty much everything in mumbattan has very distinct outlines, the colours aren't perfect --- sometimes they go outside the lines or don't fill the whole space inside the lines.

like, look at how the colours of the clothes and scarves bleed out past their outlines here! and check out the outlines vs. the shading of the background --- they don't quite match up. the somewhat messy colouring only seems to be for colourblocking/base colours, though. that horse's finery is very detailed and looks very precise!

here's miles crashing through the street a couple seconds later for comparison:

look at him and his sharp outlines and crisp colours! it's subtle enough that it's not distracting, but miles is still very obviously sticking out from the rest of the crowd here

something else I noticed just now: miles still has his comic-book shading dots where the light hits him, which no one else has

on the contrary, the place where the light is coming from (the right side of the frame) has some darker lines staining it --- I'm no artist but I think they might be simulating the look of art done on a canvas rather than on paper?

gwen does not seem to be retaining her watercolour anywhere except her own universe, but although she adapted to earth-1610's style before, she's apparently keeping the comic book look in mumbattan too. didn't know you could do that! (she's even got the comic-misprint motion blurs!)

then we've got pavitr, who actually also has the comic-style shading dots (which is admittedly a little confusing since nothing else in his universe has them?). other than that though he follows his universe's style pretty much exactly --- very distinct outlines, messy colouring but precise details. you can see it most clearly on the close up of his mask, where the outlines of his eyes are perfect but the red of the mask bleeds out into the background.

(another miles for compare/contrasting!)

oh wait are pav's shading dots supposed to be the "canvas" showing through the lighter colours?

I think they are! you can see it much more clearly here, it looks less like dots and more like a crosshatch kind of texture --- I think it is canvas. mystery solved!

[artdcnaldson]

Art fucking you with racket almost killed me but what if… he spanked you with it ? Are y’all matching my freak or not 😞

ALWAYS matching y’all’s freak <33333

Art having you bend over his bed, your pretty little ass bare after he tugged your panties down your thighs. Your ass stinging, swollen in the crosshatch pattern of the racket. Pussy dripping so your thighs are soaked and sticky. When you adjust and your thighs part slightly, he’s just staring at the sticky strings of arousal going from your puffy, needy cunt to your thighs.

It’s very obviously not a punishment at that point. He doesn’t care.

[crepesuzette2023]

Hi! Thank you so much for sharing your fic recs with us, I have discovered so many amazing works because of you. Hope you don't mind me requesting some more - favorite hurt/comfort fic(s)?

You're welcome! I also want to say (in case you don't already know) that @whenyourbirdisbroken has great fic recs: the pinned post on their blog (sorted by category! I'm in awe) is a great way to start. If you're ever looking for more reading material!

Here are some hurt/comfort fics I love. I tried to keep the overlap with whenyourbird's recs to a minimum. ;-)

Above Us Only Sky (candle_beck): Early years J/P. The hurt isn't so much Paul being bruised and sick, it's the violence of Paul falling in love with John, whose personality scares and overpowers him. And the comfort is in brief moments and words of tenderness. Contains the unforgettable sentence John will pretend not to know him tomorrow, but he’ll take care of him tonight.

two of us (burning matches) (@scurator): Also early years J/P (synonymous with hurt/comfort?!). John gets into a fight on behalf of Paul; Paul takes care of him. Again, the true violence is in their feelings breaking through the surface, their desire, and also, damn, the general painful intensity of growing up and being different.

my turn to resurrect (@backbenttulips): John survives the shooting, but his body and soul are scarred and starved. Paul invites him to stay with him in London, and nourishes him back to full health. I love the slow-burning sensual descriptions, for instance of Paul in the garden...soil on hands, etc. Not to mention delicious food...!

see what love has done (@monkberries): The Night We Cried. This is about the four Beatles as well as the individual relationships between them. A story that takes place in the bathroom and a single bed (no sex, but lots of love). I thought this was very much in character, and I enjoyed the deft crosshatching of the different types of hurt and comfort. I love John's POV in this one.

Mums, Yer Boys are Cryin' (@waveofahand): Another young J/P one. John and Paul grieve their mothers and fall in love, slowly and sweetly. Paul is also beaten up and John takes care of him—in this story, they are good for each other.

Thanks again for asking, and of anyone has more recommendations, please feel free to add them! <3

[familiar-finn]

Heat week left Finn a mess afterwards. Literally. Raiden's poison still pumped through his bloodstream which prevented the familiar from fully healing from the physical damage the beast of a tribrid wrought onto him. He'd live, of course. He'd taken worse than this without his healing factor, those marks still evident in the faded pink lines running his left cheek and eye from Gareth's claws years ago. Fortunately those weren't as visible as they used to be thanks to natural healing and various scar treatments over the years but still noticeable if one looked too long. They matched the grisly crosshatching of red marks covering his back from the same incident that didn't have the same mercy of going unnoticed.

This time he could at least care for himself while he waited for his body's natural healing to work wonders. It wasn't as accelerated at the moment with the poison weakening him but a day or two of dealing with slowly closing open wounds was nothing compared to months confined to the couch without his powers and his back freshly flayed open. Finn's mouth had pretty much healed enough at this point, his tongue back to a single piece instead of forked and his lip only bearing a cut where Raiden dug his talons into it. His throat still ached somewhat from gagging on the sharp digit but he could talk if sounding a bit hoarse. The bigger issue that the familiar showed no concern over was the deep gash in his thigh that exposed still regenerating muscle and tissue over bone and blood oozing from it. Thankfully he had plenty of blood to spare as a familiar though he was starting to feel lightheaded likely from the poison.

He limped through the suite in a tank top and gym shorts with a needle and sewing kit in his hand so he could stitch himself up in the meantime and stopped, not expecting to see someone on the living room couch. Especially someone he didn't recognize. Guess Gareth ordered someone up for heat week while he'd been out and Bradley was either fucked out or just out. Finn settled for the armchair instead, propping his wounded leg up on the coffee table. "You don't live here," he stated while plucking out a thread and wetting the end to guide it through the needle's eye. "Who the fuck are you?"

@taliesin-mistry

[the-nosy-neighbor]

As Above, So Below--Part 1 (repost)

My original was done in a PDF style, which is really hard to read on here, so I am reformatting to fit Tumblr better.

As Above, So Below (AASB)

Another commonly accepted theory for Welcome Home--As Above, So Below--is very interesting, and can help explore the world.  I have even seen some of the same pictures used to explore this idea.  Here we go!

The original picture that leads us to As Above, So Below is this pic of Wally, which was included on a secret page named “So Below.”

So Below:

Lightened copy because so many images reveal information lightened (at the very least, detail)

So below is a representation of Wally below the watchful eye of Home.  The dark color and red outline lead to a very scary tone.  It was one of the first images that explored the horror aspect of the project. 

There are multiple interpretations out there of what is happening in this photo:

I have seen:

· Wally is worshipping Home

· Wally is begging home for mercy

· Wally is trapped inside of Home

It is hard to say what is going on here, or even if this picture is from the inside or outside.  I don’t think we have seen the interior of Home yet, so it could look the same on the inside and the outside with the crosshatch in the window.

There is another image very closely associated with the idea of AASB.  Originally non-canonical when I first visited in March of 2023, this image was added to canon in the July 2023 update:

Once again, lightening the image shows more detail.  Here Wally is posed in a very similar way to the images classically associated with the phrase (more history below).  In the lightened version, you can also see the puppeteers in the background.  It is interesting to see that the style of puppet is a very classic Muppet configuration. In addition, there is a puppeteer for the top (above) and bottom (below).  It appears the bottom puppeteer is just using hands to manipulate the puppet. 

Below are Muppeteers performing:

As you can see in this photo, they used arms to move mouths, but also used rods to control hands.  Most muppets are not created with feet, but there have been instances of feet performing, in which muppets are operated by rods or performers dressed to match the background.

If the Muppet needs to be seen with their legs and feet in the same shot, the puppet could be puppeteered on a green or blue screen and added into the shot, or the puppeteer would be dressed all in black against a black background, with rods or an extra puppeteer controlling the feet. (https://breezewiki.com/muppet/wiki/Feet_and_legs)

 There can be some meaning taken from this photo, without considering the pose so much.  The idea of Wally being operated, or a puppet can be interpreted as Wally the entity being controlled, not just Wally the puppet.  This is an idea that comes up regularly--Wally seeming to disassociate in the video segments, for instance.  Was Wally just not being operated in those moments?  In a world that gives us multiple levels of consciousness and being (are they puppets on a children’s show?  Are they actors? Do they know they are puppets?  (Which has always been a part of the Muppets discourse.)  This picture highlights a question of intention and control. 

 To the history of the concept of As Above, So Below:

This appears to be a reference to Baphomet and his posturing in most images of him, related to the phrase, as above, so below.  This phrase is considered a reference to the Emerald Tablet, a hermetic text of the 8th or 9th century.  The image is also seen in the Rider Waite tarot, with The Magician.

Symbols included in this image: (known as Levi’s Baphomet)

· Above/below

· Sun/moon

· Latin words for “separate” and “join together”

· Animal/human

· Male/femal

The phrase itself comes from The Emerald Tablet, a hermetic text of the 8th or 9th Century.  Hermetic in this sense means “relating to an ancient occult tradition encompassing alchemy, astrology, and theosophy (a philosophy that maintains that knowledge of God comes through spiritual ecstasy, direct intuition, or special individual relations).” Also phrased as “teaching about God and the world based on mystical insight.”

(Mirriam-Webster)

Baphomet is an “invented pagan...deity that the Templars were accused of worshipping and that was later embraced by occult and mystical writers.” www.britannica.com/topic/Baphomet

Baphomet (and this image in particular) is known to be a being of opposites, or dualities, as a being that exists on both ends of the spectrum of opposites. 

There is a big possibility that use of the word Baphomet is rooted in ancient bigotry, misnaming the prophet Mohammed.

In history, people have the tendency to accuse each other of worshipping this guy to prove that they are heretics.

Other imagery included in the image:  two-finger salute, cadeus on the stomach, and torch of knowledge on the head. 

Baphomet is considered linked to Gnostics ,Freemasons, and Alistair Crowley,  leading to an association with mysterious rites and conspiracies about world domination. Next post, The Magician.

[roseamongroses]

[ID: Fanart of Riri Williams and Shuri from  Black Panther 2: Wakanda Forever. The art is heavily inked with hatching and crosshatching as shading. The piece depicts Riri shielding herself from the rain with Shuri’s jacket. Shuri is running from the rain, ducking underneath the same jacket. In the background there are several large puddles and a building. Riri Williams is a brown skinned woman with with cornrows that reach her mid-back. She wears a light blue tank top with a blue heart graphic on it, a long red cargo skirt, a gold chain and matching gold hoops. Across her body she carries  a blue messager bag with the text “@roseamongroses” on it. She looks at Shuri with upturned eyebrows and a slight smile. Shuri is a brown-to-dark skinned woman with short curls and a fade. She wears a grey tank top and purple track pants. She looks at Riri with a smile. end ID]

imagine letting ur gfs hair get wet couldn't be me

[nosockstensai]

🏀 Slam Dunk and the mysterious disappearance of Chapter 265's ugly Rukawa 🏀

A NoSocksTensai investigation (not really)

In chapter 265, after finally learning that passes are a valid strategy, our favorite ace from Shohoku goes on to reveal to Sawakita that there is a mysterious *third option* (aka three points shoots).

It's his moment to shine, he just shot a beautiful three pointer. The spotlight is on him. You would expect a glorious panel to celebrate this moment.

But instead we've got this.

His face is...weird. It's flat looking and the perspective on his facial features is a bit off. Maybe it's not *that* shocking, but it threw me off the first time I saw it.

The art during the Sannoh match is overall absolutely breathtaking. Gorgeous. Magnificent. And god knows Inoue *loves* to draw majestically this pretty boy in action with his messy dark bangs and silly long eyelashes. As a consequence, I was a bit... confused by this drawing.

Over time, I learned to cherish ugly Rukawa for what he was, a curious but endearing sight that felt like it *shouldn't* be there. I thought the story would end here.

BUT.

I was flipping through the french version of the manga again and...

SURPRISE ???

Ugly Rukawa is not here anymore. He's replaced with a perfectly normal, perfectly good looking little Kaede.

A side by side comparison, one can notice a lot of small differences.

At first I thought It was just an issue with the English scans. In the paper version, Rukawa is right in the middle of the double page and since these scans appear to have been uploaded by fans, I thought the fans may have tried to patch up the scans of the two different pages together, resulting in an odd-looking drawing...but upon closer inspection...

His lips and the crosshatches on his neck and cheeks are not even the same ??? Some crosshatches were added, some removed. It's *not* the same drawing. I doubt that the people who uploaded the english scans would go so far as editing a drawing and adding/removing details.

So... what happened to ugly Rukawa ? Was he exiled from the manga when it was re-edited ? Why was he there in the first place ? So many unanswered questions.

I feel like it is now my duty to investigate the matter further.

More to follow.

Or not. I'm lazy.

[comfort-questing]

17. touch averse/ "leave me alone."

guess who did the Wriothesley story quest and has Feelings.

-

"Your Grace?"

His hands ached as he unclenched them from the bedcovers, his jaw tight and the taste of blood in his mouth from a bitten lip. How long he'd managed to sleep before the night terrors caught him, he didn't know; all hours were the same down here, beneath the weight of the water and above the tilted cap screwed over disaster.

Had he woken anyone? His throat was dry, from thirst only he hoped. He feared it was from screaming, though.

Again the knock, small and muffled, down the twisting stair. "Your Grace, may I come in?"

It was Sigewinne, of course. Always Sigewinne, at the rightest and the wrongest moments. With any luck, she wouldn't have a health drink with her.

Wriothesley staggered upright out of the bed, grabbing his coat to bundle around him against the ever-present chill of the Fortress. The floor was icy beneath his bare feet, and he winced, fumbling for his slippers wherever he had thrown them. By the time he managed his boots, Sigewinne might have decided to shoot the door latch.

He would turn on the light, he would put a record on, he'd find some tea and chase away the shadows. He would remind himself that he was the Duke of Meropide and not a ragged waif anymore, to need a hug and a head pat to chase away nightmares. All this he told himself, his knees shaky as he climbed down the stairs.

True to expectation it was the little Melusine outside his doorstep, as he pushed one door open a crack; her face was folded in worry, hands tucked together in front of her, the nighttime lights of the Fortress crosshatching her form.

"Your Grace, one of the guards mentioned you seemed - distressed."

"I'm all right, Sigewinne. I - need to go back to sleep, that's all."

"You were crying out." Sigewinne swayed back and forth where she stood, the frills of her jacket flaring out. "That doesn't seem all right, sir."

The cut inside his lip stung as he licked it. "Please don't trouble yourself - "

Her calculating gaze swept up and down his form, face pensive. "Are you ill? You don't seem ill, but your heartbeat is abnormally fast and I can see you're exhibiting other panic symptoms - "

No matter how slowly he tried to breathe, he couldn't seem to fool her. She knew; she had always known. But this was his battle to fight, and an old familiar one. "I said I'm fine. Go back to the infirmary, Sigewinne."

"If you want me to get someone else - one of the guards - "

Sigewinne stepped forward, trying to squeeze through the half-open door. She put out a hand to touch his, soothing and soft on the back of his scarred knuckles.

"Leave me alone!"

The words burst out of his throat before he knew he'd said them, startling back with a force that dissolved the last of his careful facade of calm. He was trembling in every limb, his knees threatening to give way underneath him. Distantly, he recognized that this was going to take more than tea and a song to fix; he hadn't had an episode like this for a long time, had thought he was past that...

Miserably, he watched as Sigewinne shut the door behind her, stopping just short of where he stood leaning against the office wall.

"I won't touch you, Your Grace, but I want you to breathe with me, all right?"

To sink down to the floor now would be too much of a match with all the rest of the memories now tearing at him - the kind of thing a scared child would do, hungry and longing for a comfort that he now loathed the very thought of. He clenched his teeth and willed himself to stay upright as he followed Sigewinne's exaggerated breaths.

Sigewinne's voice was quietly even. "I'm going to open and close my hands, can you open and close yours too?"

He could. He did.

"You don't have to be alone when these things happen," Sigewinne murmured. "Anyone can have nightmares, or be afraid. There's nothing shameful about it. It's part of being human. Your minds are as complicated as your bodies, and I don't understand all of your feelings and thoughts... but just like your bodies have scars that take time to heal, your minds are the same, and there's no more weakness about it than it's weak to take to bed when you're ill..."

He didn't remember the last time he'd let himself go to bed with an illness, either. Maybe Sigewinne needed a new metaphor. But listening to her steady voice and clenching and unclenching his fists had helped slow the racing of his heartbeat, and ease the clutch of panic around his ribs. The round-walled office had begun to seem real around him once more, all brass and gold and echos, the thrumming of the Fortress's machinery never quite beyond hearing. Slowly, Wriothesley straightened up, pushing his shoulders back.

"I think - I think I'll make myself some tea," he said, stiffly, around the lump in his throat. "Do you want some, too?"

"Of course!" said Sigewinne, her voice brightening up. "I think that would be perfect, Your Grace."

-

White tea with Bulle fruit, steeped as long as the little hourglass told, with two lumps of sugar, for him; Sigewinne wanted four, and salt as well, but there was no accounting for Melusine tastes after all. The record had almost finished its scratchy song, a hollow mimic no doubt of the musician who had once composed it. Wriothesley sighed, and found himself yawning.

He was safe. He wasn't alone anymore, or helpless. Whatever darkness awaited him in his dreams, they were dreams and nothing more, and he would survive them as he had survived everything else before.

And in the morning there would be more matters to tend to, and his Fortress to handle, and new inmates to welcome and old ones to counsel, and more contraband to search and papers to process - so he had better finish the tea soon, and get back to sleep, so that he would be ready to do his best in justice and in mercy both.

[clawsextended]

@chernayavidua asked : [ MEND ] for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

natasha gently shifts aside the hair at the nape of her neck — brushes strands dyed chocolate brown to match her soft, soft brown eyes. beneath marks crosshatch furious crimson in hateful lines. her gaze is enormous, rounded out and delicate, and direct contrast to the soft black flannel patterned in charcoal greys. she feels twitchy, stills it forcefully when fabric connects with skin to clean blotchy blood away.

one hole sits deeply embedded into the flesh there, an old scar left by the unkind embers of a cigar. all her own inflicted marks create an awful mess of pink and red. in spite of all things, that aged imperfection has never changed. and how she has around it.

“i fucking hate fear toxin.”

she’s only coming down from it now. and she’s been trying to pretend it hasn’t been in her blood for hours. every inch of her feels raw.

(at least holly’s with bruce. at least the only one she’s hurt is herself.)

[murkystarlight]

DREAMZZZ SEASON2 (PART2) SPOILERS

Well. You know what that means...

*sigh*

Episode 11

The gold armory looks nice. But, Dreamzzz really has a habit of starting episodes randomly. For a split second I thought it was like.. episode12. Not 11. I thought I skipped something-

Inspector being worried-

Old men bantering. Always fun to watch.

For once, Royce said something right. How did you not notice Mateo wasn't the real Mateo!! Still confused of how it works

Oh cool. The Never Witch has her own special edition of barbie's dream house

Dressing for the occasion? Heck yeah! Whooo (the colors look a bit brighter or... some like that in this season. Is it just me?)

Also, Madeo. Your mom is weird. Stay safe. I mean.. seriously. Why does she love dates so much

Honestly- the crow with the house.. was kind of disappointing. The crow looks so... dull. The lego set makes it look SO cool

NOO!! Burrzerker!!!

Astrid and Logan are so frickin cute

Oh... so they aren't trapped forever. Only while they're dreaming...(why is he repeating so much?)

Crosshatch technique?? What's that- I want to know

Cooper is being creative people!! (Wich is a good thing. Yes. Improvement! But... already? I mean.. it's technically the middle of the second season. But if they keep releasing it half and half... it feels like they're two different seasons. Which brings my brain to believe, "how is Cooper getting his character arc during the very beginning and he barely shows up afterwards??" So... yeah. That's kind of a problem for me..)

Cooper's favorite animal is geese! Ah- he's getting more creative!! Look at him! LOOK AT HIMMMM (I'm very normal. Don't worry)

"Our dreams need to be wild and free so we feel inspired and creative during the day"

Exactly. Such wise words. Sad I don't dream

Nova and Sneak is back!! (And they seem to be getting more spotlight and story?? Omg- yes)

The incursion(Bernie) is adorable. Absolutely ADORABLE!!

The repeating stuff is getting annoying already-

Ah- Cooper bonding with the bot- baby voice- aughhh

Sneak:"You saying we can't handle watching a harmless little robot?"

"Pretty much"

"Yeah...[stammers]" (sneak is also very cute. We need to appreciate this very normal looking cat)

Logan has a lot of middle names-(but his real one is Nico apperantly? Nico?? For real??)

Astrid looks like she's going to be apart of the story(big time) too

Space(generic 1980s airbrush album cover) theme!!

"Your girlfriend is so cool"

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Wait. Do you think she'd wanna be?"

(Look at these cuties-)

Fireworks!

"Ready?"

"If I'm going out, I'm going with a bang."

Fireworks!!

Team move! Whooo look at them go!

Nova: "I wonder what kind of robot he is"

Sneak: "the cute kind?"

You are absolutely right.

"Are we winning?"

"Nope-"

So... Cooper can make fireworks. But no technology. He can make a moving sculpture. But no tech related stuff. ....

"The Never Witch really messed me up when she took my memories"

"I still don't feel ready to tackle tech stuff"

She did indeed. And it made a wonderful, beautiful sight(I'm sorry Coops. But it has a lot of potential and I love this concept. You go boy!)(and if he said that, there's a opportunity that he can do tech stuff now. But he just hasn't tried it yet)

Awww dancing with a cute creature and a cute robot-

Oh- multiplication. Neat

Did... did that clay geese eat a three headed eel??

Nova and Sneak having a breakdown. They're having a lot of fun aren't they

They're faces when they get hit by the Never Witch- lol. It's cute

And Mateo- your sister is right there and you only care about Cooper? Seriously. Sometimes, they make questionable dialogue choices(but- its sweet. Very nice)

Too bad we don't know what qualities the Witch took from them to make the clones...

Okay- lots of hands out of the cauldron. Creepy kinda-(the rhymes are still so amazing-)

Whoa- those neon signs have a lot of energy

Sick- look at them. The matching colors make them look like a real team

"I got Madteo and Doomblob"

"Cool name, broseph. I'm on Dizzy"

"For Doppel Izzie?" (Oh... okay. That's why they have 'd's)

"Guess that means I'm taking Dooper"

"Bogan has met his match" (I thought it was Dogan this whole time???)

"What? Sounds better than Dogan"

"[Sighs] I got Zoey"

And Astrid doesn't get one because... she ain't one of the original dream chasers we know. We need to keep a line between it^^

I am loving the attitude on Dooper

"Need to be saved? Pathetic"

The Bunchu's and the hammer- the hammers! The hammer is so pretty! I want that- so bad

And Dizzy.

Bogan is big for some reason. Okay-

And Madteo! Good to see you again.(also, those pencil ninja stars are cool. Kind of creepy looking tho)

The guardian looks so- squishy. I like it

Also the smashing two together- lol okay

So.. the Never Witch causes chaos, waits till the Guardian wakes up. Then stabs them in the heart to dome the realm. Okay... okay, cool.

Mrs.C: "That is one mangy-looking gato"

Um.. nope. Nothing wrong with him

Seriously, mrs.C is really cool. She's the best adult here

That guardian has a wonderful face. Darn cute adorable face

Oh no... they menace- they menacing bad..

(Still cute though-)

Um... yeah. More repeating sentences. Even I'm going to memorise them at this point...

And there you have it. Nova and Sneak are officially dream chasers now!

"Ew- enough mushy stuff"

Ooohh Mr. Oz's landing!?? Yessss sso curious

Okay

So... it escalated a bit. And the story went by way too fast for my taste. But a lot of new things and facts... it's a pretty nice start I think

Episode 12

"Let's turn up the heat"

"Oh, this'll be a sweet feast"

It rhymes too! (Also, that 'dressing for the occasion' thing? Really paid off. She looks hot. Like... what?!??)

"Ah yes.. let's have dessert before dinner tonight"

Yup. Here we have a single mother with a bunch of strange pets, and her five children

Cooper can drive(pilot?) again! Yay~ and I seriously love how he refers to all vehicles with pet names. Like 'sweetheart' or 'baby'

"I wonder what's in his fridge"

Hm. Now I'm curious too

Oh- it's on autopilot. Well- Cooper still gets to be the one behind the wheels in case something goes wrong. That's something!

So this is dream space. And it's nice to know that the fact Mr. Oz wanted to be an astronaut when he was younger is still a thing and not just a one time mention thing that gets scraped

Izz- take Astrid everywhere!

And here we are! Mr. Oswald's landin-Whoa- that looks amazing... I wish that came out as a set too- but. I guess nows not a good time for that.

Anyways, what is that asteroid centipede thing! Uggghhhhh I don't like it already...(not a fan of bugs. At all)

That dreamling is going to get kicked off soon.

"Welcome, to castle Nocturnia!"

Poor Albert-

Oh look. The night hunter is being a caring dad for Zoey again

Booby traps?? Okay- but why centipede looking thingies? Albert!

"We need to get hold of the kids!"

Mr. Oz....

Augh- the night hunters eyes when they're closed- so beautiful

Astropedes? So... they are centipedes. Aw just great-

"Uh- no. I'm not okay with anything that has more than four legs. [Yelps]" I agree with Zoey. Very strongly.

Old men fighting again. It's hilarious really. (They're both worried for the kids... aw-)And mayhem

Ah- nope. Cooper is driving it

Really fun looking at this like a game

Logan, did you forget the seatbelt again?

Sorry mr. Oz- your ship blew up

Ooh! Space car!

More booby traps? Of course-

Where does this music keep coming from?!

Mr. Oz and the Night Hunter bantering is so fun. Also- why does Mr. Oz have a monocle over his glasses?..

Oh- both sides are going pretty hard on the fight. They know their mistakes and everything... good. Very good

And talk about Lunia again! We might get more clues about her

Z-blob rocket!

I'm surprised they didn't notice that earlier. The light were turning red! C'mon, no one thought that was weird?

"And then there were three"

Well- nice to know they're still kids at heart?

Oh yay. Cooper

"You look uh.. dirty"

"Thanks. You don't look so hot yourself"

...I think Astrid is doing stuff. Like- she does kind of give off a vibe she's only here to add drama and a love interest. But she still has a lot of stuff going on. But she is doing a lot of stuff- she just said hot. As in- that kind of hot? ...really? Am I just stupid or did she really use that word that way?

Ooh! Red button

Albert has... a lot of things. Um.. and is good with animals I guess.

Night Hunter talking about Hannah? Ooh yeah

"It's not gonna hold"

"It's gonna hold"

"Its not gonna hold!"

"Its gonna hold!!"

"What do we do if it doesn't!!?"

Love these two

"I think I'm going to wake up"

"Don't do it Astrid"

"I'm going to wake up-!"

"Stay cool, Astrid"

These two are fun too-

The implications they're giving out on Astrid-

Looking for your best friend as soon as his son comes into a... trash dump. Yup. Always good to have a friend with you

"Don't push that red button!"

And- the red button was bad. They're gonna get crushed-

"Oh, wonderful"

"What can we do? The walls arw coming in! How can be so calm with this much pressure!?" (I know! Right? He is so-)

"Eh- you haven't met my family"

...someone. TAKE HIM TO THERAPY!

Oh my goddd this poor boy- Cooper- we really need more info about your family too-

Oh dang- king Albert sounds bad...

That. Is a lot of sand. GO Cooper! You can do this!(the effects are pretty awesome though-)

Sorry mr. Oz-... again.

Ahhhhhh! Yes! YESSSSS Cooperrr (he looks so dang cute with that smile- and also, matching puffy jacket with Mateo) it's c-rex! Looks sick. Nice details with the rusty parts. And it's also tech related stuff! He did it!!

Look at all that lighting- and the flames!

Mateo did it! Yayy

King Albert is... dead.

Cooper's laugh. That is everything

Doppel-usses. Yeah. That's a great word.

So... yeah. Like I said. Cooper has gotten his arc. It's finished. Good for him though!

Episode 13

Ooohh disguise?? Nice...

The wharnal looks prettier than how I remember it!!

Also, Mateo is doing a.. really nice job pretending to be Madteo. Like... savage-

"Man! That never Witch don't tell us nothin'!"

They're already fed up with her- lol

Confusion of the giant house inside the small house

Bottle library... cool

Z-blob really becomes.. anything. Don't you z-blob

She made a Doppelganger of herself??! Wha- okay. More like. I repeat- we got a whole lot of stuff ahead of us! (And she's crying too-)

Liquefy? Oh.. so they're just the liquid with the memories sculpted into her puppets... or.. something like that.

"My rugged good looks?"

Oh I love those dopples

Her memory is being hidden! We need to know

Reform the dream world spell. Spiral key, eye of confusion. Ruby replication. Crown of- omg. So much information

"Don't tell me the answers on the next page"

"It's on the next page"

Astrid just- can't stand the fact that she isn't noticed. ...oh.. noticed. Showing her worth.. she's that kind of character... I get it now. Hopefully

They're using the space car now- hopefully that doesn't blow up too

Bantering. I love it.

So apparently the dopples just decided to use the names they were given

The dreamlings in the candy realm have blue pudding heads? Ooh-

Mateo I is great at mirroring- except... uh- not the best athlete. He didn't manage the flip(which was awesome by the way)

These Doppelgangers are going to get mad at the Never Witch.. soon enough like- they have a lot of stuff they got problems with the Never Witch-

And- now they're howling and cawing

Cooper is- jealous? Or.. something I don't know. It's not exactly jealousy but Uh- I don't know.. something. Logan and Cooper ate competing

Uhm- what? Hm. Okay... it's like a spider human

Ooh now we get to see the candy chameleon!

Speaking german? Ooh. I mean- okay

They're all giving a shot at different teams. It's nice to see that

And a new barbie dream house for the Never Witch

The barrier works in... wonderous ways..

Yeaah. I need to sleep now. Way too tired- I'll finish the rest eventually

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[skepwith]

Where Is the Revenge’s Toilet?

In ep 1 Stede gives a tour of the Revenge that includes the “en suite,” a small room with a toilet and some kind of bathing bucket. But we’re never shown where on the ship it is, exactly.

Stede of course has a bathroom next to his cabin, but from what we can see it only has a bath, no toilet.

So does this mean Stede uses the en suite along with the crew? Not necessarily! On navy vessels of the period, the officers used toilets in the quarter galleries—the enclosed balconies that stick out on either side of the stern. Presumably this is because of the way they hang out over the water, so the waste can fall straight into the ocean.

Right: “Seat of Ease off the Captain’s Quarters” by Robert G. Hewitt © 2020.

On the Revenge, the port gallery contains Stede’s bed, but there are some spaces around it that could maybe house a toilet. The starboard gallery is a mystery: yes, secret passage, but also maybe toilet(s)?

As for the crew, there’s the time-honoured tradition of just pissing over the rail, but in heavy weather you might lose your balance and fall overboard. By the 1700s ships were built with a pissdale, a basin or trough placed just inside the low walls around the main deck. It acted as a urinal, funnelling the urine off the side of the ship. I can’t say for sure the Revenge has a pissdale, but it seems like something Stede would include. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jim figured out a way to use it too, maybe with an 18th-century P-Mate.

“Pissdale on Deck of Ship” by Robert G. Hewitt © 2020.

But of course this wouldn’t do for, ahem, solid waste. Below is a 1728 diagram of a ship’s toilet, labelled “necessary seat” (14), also called the “seat of ease,” as in the earlier illustration. It’s located in the ship’s head (or beakhead), which is why the word head came to mean toilet, as in “I’m gonna hit the head.”

The deck of the head was also partly open—slatted rather than solid—to let the waves in to rinse everything out, which is why toilets were usually placed just above the water line. Here’s the beakhead of the Swedish warship Vasa from the 1620s, with two box-like toilets. You can see the remains of a seat on the right-hand one.

As for the Revenge, it makes sense to put the en suite in the head, somewhere where the toilet can open directly over the water. Let’s look again:

Left of Pete there’s a vessel with a handle sitting on a small barrel. This could be a scoop and a covered bucket of seawater for “flushing,” i.e., sluicing the inside of the toilet with scoops of water. This only makes sense if there’s somewhere for the waste to go; if the toilet was a stool with a chamber pot inside, you could just rinse it out when you dumped its contents.

Also, look at the right-hand wall. It’s decorated with moulded panelling (carved squares), which seems pretty fancy for a toilet room. Unless it’s a continuation of the fo’c’sle’s front wall.

I was very proud of this theory until I noticed the panels don’t match. Alas.

There’s also a noticeable gap in the toilet room’s right wall. It could just be the door, but my theory is it’s an open gap to make room for the bowsprit higher up the wall (see diagram below).

Another piece of the puzzle is the pattern of light and shadow against the walls. We don’t see any other shadows like it (except in the “ball room,” which is another post). It doesn’t match any of the gratings we’ve seen, which make a crosshatch pattern, nor does it line up with the ship’s railings. Does this matter? Well, look, someone on the film crew had to cut out that shape and stick it in front of a light, or however they do it, to cast that specific shadow, so I’m guessing it points to something.

My first guess was that the light here is shining through the railing around the head, which is a different shape from the ship’s other railings. If the head’s deck isn’t solid—like on historical ships—the light could be coming from behind the railing and shining through the slats.

But…the deck of the Revenge’s head looks pretty solid, as far as I can tell. Still, we haven’t seen the entire deck…

Just leave me my delusions, okay?

So, finally, here is my new improved diagram of the head:

Is it accurate? Who can say. It’s really all headcanon at this point.

(Sorry.)

[mostthingskenobi]

CASSIAN’S RECKONING - Chapter 2: The Scythe

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Things turn bad very quickly for Cassian. Commence whump.

Thank you so much for the feedback and the interest generated by chapter one. I hope you enjoy this new chapter :)

Please heed the tags. This is a whumpy fic with subject matter that some may find difficult. Please check the tags on AO3.

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CHAPTER 2: THE SCYTHE

The mission started fine. Cassian’s credentials were real, taken from an Imperial Intelligence officer currently being held prisoner by the Alliance, so docking on the star destroyer had not been a problem. The inspection crew came aboard, approved their presence, and allowed them to disembark. It was the first and last step in the plan that went well.

Cassian led his men into the ship’s corridors and headed directly for the data vault, only to be sealed in a crosshatch almost immediately. When one set of blast doors opened, a death trooper squad poured in and the game was up; the mission was an instant failure. If Cassian had known what was going to happen next, he would never have agreed to the assignment.

He and his men were quickly disarmed, lined up, and forced to their knees. A viper probe droid came forward and scanned them one at a time, moving up the line, registering each face before finally reaching Cassian. The large red iris rotated and whirred. He lowered his eyes, praying for a miracle, but his face produced a match in less than four seconds. The droid buzzed loudly and projected hologram footage of Cassian taken from the Scarif security system.

The lead death trooper’s voice crackled through its helmet. “He’s the one we want. The rest are expendable.”

The squad lifted their weapons and shot all of Cassian’s men. He screamed in useless protest, grabbing hold of his fellow rebel who collapsed beside him. But, before his brain could process the horror, something heavy collided with his head, sending him sprawling across the reflective, black deck. The trooper who hit him advanced quickly, expertly striking him again across the face with his blaster’s stock. Cassian’s head snapped back, knocked senseless by the blow.

He didn’t lose consciousness but he no longer had control over his limbs. He lay stunned, aware that blood ran down the side of his head. Eventually, two troopers hoisted under his arms and dragged him down the corridor. He couldn’t really see, and his brain could not understand the troopers’ voices. All he registered was how his body jostled, how his feet dragged, and how occasionally he heard the whoosh of blast doors opening and closing. After what felt like a lifetime, he was dragged through a final set of doors and dumped unceremoniously on the floor. He looked up just in time to see a heavy, armored fist pummel him. A strange grunt escaped his throat before his head smacked against the tile, making the world go dark.

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Cassian woke long before he opened his eyes, passing in an out of consciousness over an indeterminate amount of time. Everything was eerily still, no shuffling fabric, no mechanical whirring, no energy from another living being. He gradually became aware of himself; his head was wet with cold blood, his arms and neck and face ached, even his teeth hurt. Slowly, he opened his eyes to get his bearings, but froze when he saw his wrists. He had forgotten about the death troopers, forgotten about his murdered soldiers, forgotten he had been on an imperial star destroyer. But when he saw his wrists locked with metal cuffs to the arms of the chair he was sitting in, everything came flooding back. His veins turned to ice as his stomach dropped.

He twisted in his seat to check the rest of the room but he was completely alone. The chair he was secured to sat in the center of a cold, plain metal cell. The walls were totally bare. A table covered in his confiscated gear was behind him against the wall.

His mind began to race. Where am I? How long have I been here? Has it been long enough for Jyn to realize something’s gone wrong? No one has a clue where I am…

His thoughts were interrupted when the cell door suddenly hissed open. A squad of six death troopers entered and took position around the room’s perimeter.

A final figure crossed the threshold, a man slight and compact but who moved like a scythe through wheat. Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin had the most unsympathetic eyes Cassian had ever seen. The very look of his sharp, skeletal body sent a shiver up the rebel’s spine. Andor clenched his jaw, replacing all feeling of fear with disdain and practiced smugness.

Jyn, like a mythical oracle, had predicted this mission’s pitfalls down to the letter. Cassian felt relieved she wasn’t part of this assignment. Force knew what kind of horrible punishment awaited an Erso if captured by the Empire. Whatever Tarkin had planned, Andor was grateful she wasn’t here to experience it.

The Grand Moff stood staring at him for a long time, as though waiting to see if Andor would display any bravado. When it became clear the rebel refused to speak first, the older man smiled mirthlessly. “Cassian Jeron Andor, rebel intelligence. An excellent catch, to be sure, but imagine my elation when I discovered you were also the scum who led a deadly attack against Scarif. How fortuitous.”

Cassian doubted that Tarkin had ever felt elation. The hatchet-faced man clearly only felt sadistic or sardonic pleasure.

Tarkin advanced on Andor, glaring down his beak-like nose at the young man, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Your mole on the Death Star is really my mole in the Rebellion. I have to confess, I’m rather disappointed by how easily you fell into my net. But not to worry. We’ll make the most of our time together.” He waved his hand at the death troopers around the room. “Each of these men lost a comrade at Scarif. They want their pound of flesh, Andor, and I’m inclined to give it to them. One can never underestimate the importance of keeping up morale.”

The officer nodded to one of the troopers before returning to his place by the door. The soldiers closed in, one grasping Cassian across the forehead, straining his head back while other troopers began pulling off his boots and socks, leaving him barefoot. His mind instantly flashed with fear as memories of Narkina 5 came rushing back. His belt was removed, then his stolen imperial jacket was unbuttoned and pulled open revealing his white undershirt.

Cassian had run his own interrogations; his mind quickly tried to anticipate what was coming, tried to comprehend why they had removed these particular pieces of clothing. Even so, he was unprepared for the torrent of ice water that suddenly sprayed down on him. A tapered nozzle directly above his chair quickly drenched him and left him gasping for air.

Finally, the deluge ceased. Cassian spit water and squinted through the blood that washed out of his hair and into his eyes. He couldn’t stop his teeth from chattering against the cold that burned across his skin, the kind of cold that eventually sunk into your bones.

Tarkin didn’t say another word. He simply turned on his heel and left the room, followed by the death trooper squad.

Cassian, wholly caught off guard by this encounter, sat violently shivering.

The lights flashed out and he was left in total darkness with only the sound of his icy gasps to keep him company.

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END NOTES

NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED “THE COLD” - The Empire would need a lot more than cold and dark to break Cassian Andor.

Thank you for reading!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very welcome!

Much love!

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READ IT ON AO3 - Kudos and Comments Welcome :-)

READ CHAPTER 1 “The Razor”

READ CHAPTER 2 “The Scythe”

READ CHAPTER 3 “The Cold”

READ CHAPTER 4 “The Expendable”

READ CHAPTER 5 “The Truth”

READ CHAPTER 6 "The Detritus"

READ CHAPTER 7 “The Salt”

READ CHAPTER 8 “The Power”

READ CHAPTER 9 “The Betrayal”

READ CHAPTER 10 “The Ruse”

READ CHAPTER 11 "The Reprieve"

READ CHAPTER 12 “The Ghosts”

READ CHAPTER 13 "The Redemption"

READ CHAPTER 14 “The Spoils”

READ CHAPTER 15 “The Interrogation”

READ CHAPTER 16 "The Rogues"

READ CHAPTER 17 “The Absolution”

READ CHAPTER 18 "The Reach"

READ CHAPTER 19 "The Hologram"

READ CHAPTER 20 “The Divide”

READ CHAPTER 21 “The Cost”

READ CHAPTER 22 "The Fallout"

READ CHAPTER 23 “The Wounds”

READ CHAPTER 24 "The Hand"

READ CHAPTER 25 "The Heart"

READ CHAPTER 26 "The Beginning"

[handsomeamoeba]

A lot of things are really hard for me right now, but one small blessing is that I'm getting back into drawing!

I drew for much of my childhood. Pretty much since I had the manual dexterity to pick up a crayon, I've been drawing. I went to an unlicensed Montessori school so imagination was encouraged and art was a huge part of how I came up. We were taught basics of illustration and painting. I sculpted with oven-dry clay. I did so many craft projects. My mom still has paintings hanging up that I did as a child, including a sunflower in the style of Georgia O'Keeffe (not that I'm saying I nailed O'Keeffe's level of mastery at 8, god no, but I was doing a school project on her at the time).

My first high school art teacher (we'll call her Mrs. D) was... well on one level she wasn't a good teacher. She didn't really push us or... assign us anything. Her classes were effectively free periods that most people just fucked around in. But I wanted to create. So I did. I had a comic I worked on for a while (I remember nothing about it except that it was blasphemous), I did abstract wood sculpture from scraps from the woodshop, I did mosaic, I even tried my hand at figure drawing for a little bit but never really nailed anatomy.

And then I had Mrs. P. She was new to the school but quickly learned that Mrs. D hadn't really... taught us anything, per se. Despite this, she insisted on treating our Advanced Art Class as being, well, advanced, and graded us based on basics we were never taught. I was putting all of myself into that class. I was staying for hours after school in addition to in-class time. And I was only pulling a C average. The crosshatching isn't differentiated enough here. These paints aren't matched well enough there. You busted your ass creating four mixed-media sculptural panels including teaching yourself how to cast from a mold... but you were supposed to make six panels, so not good enough.

So I convinced myself I couldn't do art. I was 16.

I'm 35 right now and I've sketched and doodled here and there but never really believed it was worth anything. But recently I picked up a pencil to sketch a map for an RPG concept, following a tutorial I found online.

And you know what? I'm proud of it.

And I want to keep drawing.

Here's a couple things I've drawn recently!

Maybe it's not perfect. But it's mine, in my own style, and I like it.

By the way, I have this whole book of 550 blank stickers to fill out and I'm taking suggestions.

[crimetimesteadicam]

Oh! What's the new brush pack you've been using?

-Jey

It's called Beat Tones and it's $19! (or less... they go on sale sometimes/there's coupon codes out there)

there's like three "types" of brushes in the pack and i did a picture for each type.

clean halftone

"dirty" halftone (this is what i called it in my head but it's the halftone that reacts to brush pressure)

crosshatch

i like the crosshatch the best because i'm a slut for lines. there's also a few liner brushes that do some big brain mathematics and exactly match the angles of the halftones , but it's way too "exact" for me. i need a loosey goosey liner brush because i resize parts of my lineart like all the time lmao