If you had to pick something with stripes, what color combo would you pick the most?
(...and which color would be the dominant one?) (that is, if they aren't the same width)
Magenta and black.
Two colors especially if the black lines are thinner and it's mostly magenta.
I used to own a large, fluffy sweater that was like this. Sadly lost it. But I enjoyed it a lot!
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doom is going to be leatherface and john is ghostface for halloween........
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today my good omens fic was like, "you thought you were done but you're not done, here's a bunch of changes to make and here's two additional scenes to write as appendix material."
and i'm like, "............ okay"
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being genderfluid’s such an experience like one day I can have tits galore and dress like it and the next I can be hiding in a corner wearing three sports bras and a hoodie in 115 degree weather.
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I do have to say that some of my misgivings with the portrayal of the talokanil and talokan in general stems from the fact that they didn't wear actual armor (contrary to popular belief, mesoamerican warriors didn't just wear strips of leather, they had elite / royal forms of intricate detailing and metal / jade inlays), and that it didn't fully represent just how advanced cities like tenochtitlan were for their time. We're talking about cities that had advanced plumbing, plazas, huge temples and palaces that were so intricately detailed that it still stands to this day for everyone to admire. If they were that advanced then, imagine them now with the addition of vibranium?
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hey u said u wouldnt shut up about ocs either???? Same, tell me some fun facts about ur fave ocs.
Also like which oc would u be besties with irl and why.
First off, I JUST noticed this message tab cause this is the like second time in YEARS I've been on tumblr on desktop,
Second I will GLADLY. though for now I'mma keep it light on info, because I've got so much for a lot of them
Here's Boot and Tino! they're from a webcomic I actually never got around to getting going because it wound up dying under its on weight, (I got a lot of art of them in general tho) and they're a multidimensional clown and half demon Mime. they're probably my most self indulgent characters because hell, 2020 was a thing and I wanted to just do something to make me smile. maybe one day I'll get back to reworking the comic.
I've also got Maude, who's part of a webcomic that I'm ACTUALLY working on right now, and she's actually part of a custom species I've got going on, might post about them later, some fun facts on her include her scarf is actually an extra pair of arms, and she's got a monster form, though I'm struggling to find a pic of that right now.
and lastly, well for now, is Sylvester (featuring his Wife, Marion)
a Demon clown essentially in charge of the heat death of the universe, and his wife was a Bounty hunter after like a 4 million credit bounty over his head. I'd love to go more into depth about him and ALL of these characters in particular but holy fucking shit, it is PARAGRAPHS and PARAGRAPHS of content and I'm not about to make that big of a text post, this post is already MASSIVE as is.
and to answer the question, I'm pretty sure Boot would wind up being a bestie if he were an IRL creation, mostly because he's got a really kind, fun sort of vibe that I'd love to hang around. he's an absolute silly guy
BUT PLEASE tell me about your OC's too, I'd love to hear about them
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I have a vision and that vision is of modern day steddie on tiktok - eddie is moderately successful with his band and on the side he's doing tiktok and YouTube just for fun (but also promotion. You know how it is); he does bts on the tour bus, backstage, at the studio (annoying the shit out of his fellow band members (affectionately)) but also a lot of D&D and fantasy related shenanigans when he's at home
Steve is an EMT and only downloaded tiktok to keep up with the Party and got a following on accident; Dustin posted a video talking about planning something truly reckless including fireworks and Steve stitched it, pointing at the camera "No. Absolutely not, you little shithead! Do you know how many people I've seen who lost fingers doing shit like that?‐" he keeps going until the video abruptly cuts off. The party remains unsure if he was even aware that the video was public and not a private reply and they make fun of both Steve and Dustin the next times they see them and also? run with it.
The kids (plus Robin) keep posting things they know Steve would tell them off for and he keeps stitching them until their videos turn into them just showing a thing and then showing themselves staring meaningfully into the camera and he stitches them tiredly telling them No.
Suddenly he gets tagged in random shitheads doing reckless shit and at first he's confused ("those aren't even my shitheads!") but he gets the joke and plays along until he's suddenly the guy that gets tagged when an object has a phallic shape but no flared base just so he'll point his finger and say "no". I'm imagining he starts branching out from those and the rants (that were originally for his friends) to more vlog-like updates while he does his hair to hair-care tips to first-aid to some fitness. Does he do some of these tiktoks in very tight polo shirts that have his chest hair peeking out and some of them sweaty and shirtless? Maybe. Is he aware that's what a lot of his followers are here for? Absolutely.
Anyway obviously Known Menace Eddie Munson is someone who would look at a suspiciously penis shaped award or a gargantuan d&d figurine or a particularly phallicly bollard and wiggle his eyebrows at a camera. And maybe when Steve gets tagged in one of those he offers him something safer. Like himself.
"Why the fuck did I say that- I can't just say that on the internet- yeah no this one needs a take two, holy shit" he did film a take two. It's just that he posted a tiktok that was both takes. Eddie is a fan.
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My dodgeball friends which are my tennis friends which are my biking friends which are my skiing friends took me skiing again yesterday.
It was only my third time skiing after 10+ years of not doing it, and surreptitiously ("surreptitiously") yesterday was a pure powder day, which we couldn't have predicted when we booked the tickets. Given the absolute zoo of the parking lot, I figured "powder" would be like skiing on a dream.
I was wrong. By god I was wrong. Powder makes you work 10x as hard to turn and control. Powder turns the ski slopes into checkboard patterns of mounds and valleys which, if taken at high enough speed, must generate some kind of musical note. Like a marimba of bad decisions.
I was making noises I wasn't proud of. I was watching my life flash before my eyes. I was voluntarily faceplanting in the snow one time, because my options were voluntary faceplant now or involuntary faceplant later at a speed I could only reach against my own will.
My one validation was reconvening with my friends at lunch and seeing that half of them also looked like they lost a long argument against God at the peak of that mountain, shoveling fries into their mouths and buying $5 powerade because it's that or death.
I got better like I got a feel for it as the day went on. But the fatigue stays with you. More than once I tried to tell my leg muscles to do something and they informed me the sodium-potassium channels were out to lunch. Informed me they were on their union-mandated break, but Good Luck to me and my own. I stopped on the slopes more than once to catch my breath. I flopped right over in the snow at the end of a run. And in the middle of it. And in the middle of the part before the middle.
I escaped the previous two ski sessions without being sore the next day but I knew this time I was done in. Did things to my legs that go against the Geneva convention. Would reap my consequences when the sun returned.
Woke up this morning. Legs were fine. Not just "not bad" but completely, 100% fine. As fine as if I'd done absolutely nothing the previous day.
My UPPER ARMS are killing me though. From, as best I can gather, the gargantuan, mammoth effort of... like pushing myself up from the snow like 5 times.
I should stop skipping arm day.
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