#its the little doodle in the third image

[iggyt1sm]

hetalia if it was written by vivziepop or some shit

i NEED to post more on here ill post more i swear🙏🙏🙏 i forget lmao im more active on twitter and stuff

[panstarry]

some ultrakill doodles from the past few months ^_^

[kings-highway]

I got myself the Haikyuu art book and I know most of you have probably seen most of these images but I wanna share my favourite pieces from it!!! (Its mostly Karasuno third years! who would have guessed!)

starting off STRONG we have some pastel third years and an image of Sugawara that makes me absolutely melt oh my GOD

We also have this bored-emperor-ready-to-behead-you image that is making me crazy (suga in this book is on POINT) and Kiyoko looking like a queen.

More Third year stuff - BABY THIRD YEARS WITH THE MOST ROUND SUGA IN THE WORLD LOOKIT HIS FACE

THERE IS SO MUCH GOING ON IN THIS

WHY DOES BOKUTO HAVE BLADES TAKE THE BLADES AWAY FROM BOKUTO

ALSO this is the English translation but FUCK i was not expecting Aoba Johsai to be translated/changed to BLUECASTLE??? absolutely insane I love it.

"Angels" from the "Crow Detective Agency" has been breaking my brain but who the fUCK is John Bonsley what reference am I not getting

Also why did NOBODY tell me this was Daichi's reaction of Asahi telling them what Noya was up to in the timeskip?? ICONIC the man has NEVER had a thought. vacant.

ANYWAY THERES A 10 IMAGE LIMIT SO ILL PROBABLY MAKE A PART 2 WITH ALL THE LITTLE DOODLES AND SILLY BACKGROUND IMAGES THAT I LOVE

Theres SO many pages so I cant possibly get everything but <3

[twigs-sprigs]

a bunch of ninjago aus once again made with @shadesofvermillionvoid, literally these are all we've been talking about for like two weeks straight and we cant stop our friends are scared of us

oh and my take on prime empire lloyd cause.. fun!

all these are kinda messy and our brains are kinda messy but let me see if i can at least slightly explain

1st pic: this is a pre-movie au in which we added a lot of ideas and concepts from the show like harumi, and some of our own ideas like what oni lloyd is like, what his powers are and we kinda made a storyline that takes place before the movie with it

we both really like the movie

we also cant stop thinking about this au and would absolutely LOVE to expand on it more here so do ask both of us things on it you will not regret i promise

2nd pic: these doodles are a few weeks old, but they're from an au in which chen's staff corrupts kai a little worse than in the show and the others arrive a little later to the scene, and he ends up hurting lloyd pretty badly. its a fun concept that we've seen before and we thought, hey why not. and we talked about it a lot and what kai does after and its just.. augh.. it hurts knowing things AGRJDJDN

the third pic again its just my take on prime empire lloyd

now there is one more au

but i will put the image under the cut below because it contains a burnt body (pretty much)

4th pic (under cut): this au is the flame emperor au, basically in which kai gets transported to the never-realm instead of zane, gets a head injury and loses his memory, the sheer power of the staff keeping him from aging. he turns the never-realm into a hellscape.

in the show lloyd gets frozen by zane for a little bit before regaining his memory, and i thought, hey what would be a good equivalent. and i was like "what if his body is just. partly burnt but hes not dead he just cant move or speak and is basically constantly suffering cause he wasnt fully burned". fun. we would also love to expand more of this au if anyone has questions, again ask both of us we're very open and want new ninjago mutuals DHDUDNHdjdn

sorry if this all came off as rambly, im horrible at explaining things, especially when it comes to my own art

but hey if you read it, thank you!

[peachyonepiece]

appears looking at you with autism creature eyes. hello @sangerie your vs bros fankids (one of which i had a hand in making bc. glances at the reblogs/notes in @loopyarts post. i have confessed there fskakfafsga) are really really neat .u.

SPEAKING of loopyarts ty for allowing me to take inspo for nijis kids raid suit fit!! i really liked the softer yellow and the thicker lightning bolts on his pants you gave him so tysm for letting me yoink it <3

uh uhh individual pieces and also design/character rants under the cut bc. i wanna.

RAID SUIT RAMBLING TIME bc i spent the most time on those. also you might be asking 'why is only their hair rendered in those pieces?' well the answer is because i am Lazy. moving on . (/HJHJ i AM lazy but also rendering it further would mess up the colors and i didn't wanna do that lmao. carrying on..)

Ichiji's daughter i am so SO proud of her fit. i did not look up a reference or even inspo ideas at all, that all came from the ole noggin baybeee. anyways she is obviously based off a magical girl(s) fit bc she wants and DESERVES to be. also since Reiju doesn't have any kids of her own (based wine aunt) i also decided to let Little Red have some of her motifs instead of just purely Ichiji's!! primarily the 66 on her pants but also all the pink on her instead of just red :) and obviously she has her dads number and while she DOES have a (white? bc like daddy shes a special little princess /aff) cape i didn't include it here bc it looked reallly bad lmao. but she does have one tucked into the bow probably!! there she is, Sparkling Red Neo!!! (get it.. sparkling instead of sparking... bc magical girl.... im funny i think.) onto Little Ocean Boy

OKAY LET ME TALK ABOUT THE MOST MINISCULE YET MOST IMPORTANT DETAIL TO ME AND ME ALONE FIRST. that being the symbol on the brats belt. it was actually inspired/based off of this post which really stuck with me with me after reading it which i later realized was bc the "that something has been completely reversed" REMINDED ME OF THIS POST OF YOURS. i don't think im especially good at theory crafting but. idk i think there could be Something about how after judge came and turned germa into mercenaries their symbol turned from what once symbolized 'purity' into the skull of war mongers and then BACK to purity after 0124 get germa on the right path... poetry or smthn. ANYWAYS yah shoe shiners got a pretty basic fit bc like i said in the og ask, hes a sora warrior of the sea fan, once he saw the raidsuits irl methinks he'd want to stay pretty close to the og design. HOWEVER he refuses to drop the hat (much to Niji's dismay) and i came up with a reason besides 'its one piece and therefore there's GOTTA be a kid with a weird hat that they're attached to': and that is the fact that it hides his eyebrows. Little Red has the curly brows, all of Yonji's cabbage patch does too, and the brats the only one without. even if literally no one else notices or cares, he wants to hide the fact that he doesn't have em because it Separates him. and he doesn't want that. at all. he really, Really wants to be a part of this family (oh no i made it. angsty). ANYWAYS UHH YAYYY HE HAS A TWO ON HIS HAT (that he sewed on himself which is why i made sure you can see the stitch-lines) BC NIJIS HIS DAD WAHOO YIPPEE :D:D:D Dengeki Blue Neo: little shoe shiner edition!!

UHH second image is just a refined piece of that first doodle i sent you. with lineart and a better color pallet and all. actually looking at it again now i realize i forgot little brats freckles and i am now punching the air bc its too late to fix. just act like they're there. please :,,,) edit: nvm its the next morning i fixed that kjahsdah

i don't even have much to say about the last two because i Think i am Rightgksfjgasjkfa but for the third i think the brats a bad influence on Little Red especially. ALSO FOR THE FOURTH NO I DIDNT FORGET ICHIJIS TATTOO. I AM JUST LAZY. (and I also forgot his tattoo :]) ANOTHER edit: i also. fixed this :]

CHRIST i am incapable of contacting you on Tumblr via any way that includes anything less than 250 words i am so sorry sangerie.. i hope you like these tho cause i really do tbh :3 (PS you have to take literally NONE of what I said here [mostly about shoe shiner] as like.. canon about them?? these are YOUR ocs obvi so please, change Little Red's raidsuit design if you find it unappealing!! make shoe shiner have a backstory of your own!!! i hope that isnt weird or rude to say, i just thought it was important too bc i threw sm at you so strongly ^^' okay thats all tysm for reading this it means to world to me byebye <3)

[buttercup-barf]

Well. Okay.

Under the cut are a couple Team Fortress 2 OC's and a lot of yapping related to them. Nothing particularly interesting related to the main game and its epic cast, sowwy.

Some less-coherent doodles trying to figure out The guy that I'd imagine as the main- [embarrassed but accepting sigh] Self-insert for the game. This is Oleg! He's an obnoxiously superstitious/religious Russian on the run after taking part in several riots, stealing a bunch of gear from cops, and also The Goat Incident. Weird little man. Or, I guess, not little, he is pretty tall, and very much an adult, even though he has something of a baby face for some weird reason.

The man's mostly just kinda grimacing miserably most of the time - the job of a mercenary pays well, but it's the people he has to work with and fight against that make it rough on him. He's just so tired all the time, and anxious about everything, and just wants his Goddamn paycheck and to stay out of prison. He can still get pretty mean on the battlefield (both in terms of the average Domination line and in terms of how bloodthirsty he can get), but hey, which one of these people isn't.

I like to think he's sort of a complete third piece to the Doctor-Firefighter-Policeman trifecta. All based professions in theory, but the mercs mirroring these professions in practice are first of all insane, and apply their tools in the effectively opposite directions to their job descriptions. I've got more to say about him, but that's for if and when I make a proper reference image of him.

Initially, instead of drawing up a proper Tenth Class[tm], I just made a fourth category. For shits and giggles. You may or may not recognise these faces, and if you did, I'm flattered! ... Although I'm kinda spoiling their actual names in the tags anyway. Oops.

Behold! Servando, the Messenger (Mexican, previously a postman, an easygoing but irritable nerd emoji of a man), Reina The Bouncer (Japanese, previously a bouncer at a bar, a reserved but kind-hearted gentlewoman with definitely no ties to the Japanese mafia), and Aidan the Odd-Job (Irish, previously a handyman, a friendly if a bit gullible gentle giant).

They're all functionally civilians that were way too good at their jobs, and drank just enough lead-poisoned water to be more functional than the average Teufort resident, but still deranged enough to sign up for the Gravel Wars. They all just want to help end this once and for all, because the commotion was making their previously comfy-cozy domestic three-way married life a bit challenging.

[clotpolesonly]

Live A Little (Love A Lot)

some silly Bronan platonic bonding and bickering in honor of valentine's day, cuz they're just so much fun and i love them | Bronan | Gen | 3k | Banter | Fluff & Humor | Platonic Kisses | (also on AO3)

Blue wasn’t quite sure how she ended up alone at Monmouth Manufacturing with Ronan. Gansey was at a family function—a political function, rather, that happened to involve his family, and thus required his presence to complete the pretty picture—and Adam wouldn’t be back from his factory shift for another twenty minutes or so. She had a feeling that Noah might have been here at some point, but after his sacrifice and Cabeswater’s reconstitution of Gansey, their ability to keep track of him in their minds and their memories was a little hit or miss.

However it had started, now it was just Blue cross-legged on Gansey’s bed, being nosy and going through all the books he had stacked up on the floor beside it in a tower tall enough to act as a nightstand for yet more books, and Ronan, sprawled out on the main strip of miniature Henrietta and tossing bits of potato chip into the air for Chainsaw to swoop for. Half the time, she was too late to catch them and the bits fell back down to hit him in the face. He didn’t seem to mind much.

It was a drowsy, boring, waiting type of afternoon, but it was kind of nice too. Out of all her boys, Ronan was the one she’d spent the least amount of time with, and she wasn’t entirely sure she’d ever spent more than a few minutes with only him. Being trapped in a frightening mystical underground cavern in the dark together and tormented by images of their dead and potentially soon-to-be-dead loved ones, she thought, didn’t count.

She put down Rhiannon: An Inquiry into the Origins of the First and Third Branches of the Mabinogi and picked up Mysterious Creatures: A Guide to Cryptozoology next. It had a candy bar wrapper stuffed in it as a bookmark, about thirty pages from the end. There had been ten books stacked on top of it. Blue wondered if Gansey remembered or had even noticed that he hadn’t gotten around to those last thirty pages. Probably not.

“Hey, maggot.”

A few months ago, this might have ruined her good mood. Now she just turned to the entry on Sasquatch—Gansey had doodled several footprints of varying sizes in the margins here—and said, “I’m not dignifying that by answering to it.”

“You just did, moron. Hey, would you date me?”

Blue put the book down. “Come again?”

Ronan had not unsprawled from downtown, one foot planted on Magnolia Drive so that his crooked knee towered over the drug store with the old-timey striped awning, the other elbow jutting out between the public library and the less respectable of Henrietta’s two Denny’s. Chainsaw seemed to have realized where all the chip bits were coming from. She’d stolen the bag right out of Ronan’s hand and was pecking covetously through its contents a few crossroads away. Ronan had to crane his head back, pale throat bared, to look at Blue upside down.

“Noah said you said you’d go out with him—” Well, that at least confirmed her suspicion about how they’d ended up in this position, though it smarted that Ronan seemed to remember something that she didn’t. “—you know, if he was alive and shit. What about me?”

“You are alive. And shit.”

“No duh, dumbass. I meant, would you go out with me? If I asked?”

Blue blinked at him. “Ronan, you don’t want to go out with me.”

Ronan’s eye roll was impressive in its thoroughness. “Yeah, yeah, but, you know. If I did.”

For a moment, Blue was stymied, both by the question itself and by the fact that Ronan had asked it. It struck her as nonsensical in a way that none of their wild, mind-bending, magical shenanigans ever had. Then she looked at Ronan again—at the sharp and graceful hooks of his elaborate tattoo, at the artfully distressed jeans that she knew he bought that way on purpose rather than letting them get ripped up organically, at the way he lounged like he was just waiting for somebody to paint him like one of their french girls. She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Is this a pride thing?”

Ronan grinned, sharp and unrepentant; she had him pegged and he seemed to like that. “Gotta make sure the chicks dig me.”

“Even if you don’t dig ‘em back?”

“Especially when I don’t dig ‘em back.”

Blue huffed. A piece of unruly hair, escaped from its clip, bounced haphazardly in front of her face. She ignored it in favor of grabbing another one of Gansey’s books without looking at its title. “Well, I am not a chick—” Her tone made very clear how unfeminist she considered the term to be. “—and I’m not dignifying that question with a response either.”

“Oh, come on.”

Ronan dragged out the last syllable for a day and a half. Maybe two days. There was a whole Daylight Saving’s Time trapped inside that syllable. He finally rolled himself out of the road to sit up, startling Chainsaw into flight and nearly knocking the painstakingly crafted popsicle stick awning off the drug store, just so he could make an entreating face at her. She ignored that too.

“You said you’d date Noah!” he whined. “You dated Parrish! You’re all up on Gansey’s d—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Ronan Lynch.”

“And now Cheng too!” Ronan scoffed spectacularly. “Not to be confused with Cheng Two, though at the rate you’re going—”

Blue snapped her book closed and said, “Quit being a shitbag, Lynch. I don’t date shitbags regardless of their sexuality.”

Ronan made a very put-upon noise, like she was being unreasonable about the whole thing and horribly unfair to boot. “If I was attracted to women, and neither of us was dating anybody else who would object, and I asked you out. Would you say yes? That’s all I’m asking!”

“You really want to know?”

Ronan frowned stubbornly at her in response. It wasn’t an angry kind of frown, though. She was very used to Ronan’s angry frowns, and his angry glares, and his angry smiles, and pretty much every other kind of angry expression, seeing as anger was his default emotion. This one looked more petulant than anything. Grumpy in a challenging kind of way, like a goat getting ready to butt heads, or like one of the toddlers that frequented 300 Fox Way when they wanted to stay up past bedtime and had a whole argument ready to present in favor of the idea and were just begging for somebody to try and tell them they shouldn’t.

This wasn’t an angry or upset Ronan, Blue realized. This was Ronan in a good mood. He was having fun arguing with her like this.

She bit down on a smile. “You really want to know?” She dragged out the word for a whole ‘nothing Daylight Saving’s Time.

Ronan picked up a stray chip and threw it in her direction. It bounced off her knee and fell down behind Gansey’s pillow. “Why would I ask a question if I didn’t want to know the answer, huh? Stupid.”

Blue put the book she’d been pretending to read back on its precarious tower—several books shorter now than it had been before she’d gotten nosy—and stood, hands on her hips. “Come on, then,” she said brusquely. “Get up.”

Ronan blinked up at her, taken aback. “What for?”

“I like to make informed decisions. Up! Let me get a look at you.”

For a second, she thought he might object to the idea of being examined and evaluated like livestock, but then another grin bloomed on his face, every bit as sharp and unrepentant as the last. He stood with the coiled grace of a pit viper ready to strike. His arms, bared by his black tank top, were impressively muscled, and his tattoo flirted over the edge of his solid shoulders. His thumbs found his belt loops, jeans low slung and hips jutting forward. His eyes really were some of the bluest Blue had ever seen, rivaled only by his own brothers. He was all sharp angles and contrast, danger and insouciance, like a cat on a tightrope casually licking its claws.

In short, he looked good, and it was obvious he knew it. Nobody adored a Lynch like a Lynch.

Blue kept her face impassive, lips pursed. She took her time circling him. He didn’t turn his head to watch her, content, apparently, to let her survey him from every angle. There was a smirk on his lips by the time she came back around to stand in front of him.

“So?” he asked, a laugh in his tone. Like he knew what her answer would be. Like he’d already won. “What’s the verdict?”

Blue hummed thoughtfully. “No.”

Ronan lost his smirk. “What?” His voice had jumped up at least half an octave, like he’d been shocked into forgetting it was supposed to be low and gruff and sexy.

“No,” Blue said again, breezily. “I wouldn’t date you. Sorry.”

There was a moment of silence while Ronan recalibrated. She’d never seen him speechless before, but she had really and truly caught him off guard. As his mouth opened and closed without any words coming out, Blue thought he might actually be a little hurt.

Finally, he said, “Why the fuck not? You’d date everybody else!”

Blue crossed her arms over her chest, hoping her cheeks weren’t pink, and shrugged. “Don’t feel bad about it. It’s nothing personal,” she said honestly. “It’s not because I don’t see the appeal or anything. It’s just… Well, frankly, you’re too tall for my tastes.”

Ronan scoffed at once. “Seriously?”

Blue raised an eyebrow at him. Then she dragged her eyes down to what was actually on her level, which were his pectorals, if she was standing up real straight. She didn’t even reach his clavicle. He was, quite literally, head and shoulders taller than her.

“Gansey and Henry are already bad enough,” she said. “And Adam was on thin ice back when we were together. I would break my damn neck trying to kiss you! No offense.”

“How is that not offensive? Not my fault you’re a midget.”

“Not my fault you’re the human equivalent of a telephone pole.”

“You should kiss me anyway.”

“What?” It was Blue’s turn to get squeaky with surprise.

Ronan had his smirk back, though. “I said you should kiss me anyway! You already kissed everybody else.”

Blue’s cheeks were definitely pink now, both at the reminder of the time she and Adam had ill-advisedly—AKA drunkenly—decided to finally have the kiss that had broken them up several months before, just for the sake of saying they’d done it, and at the realization that Ronan was right. What kind of cliche was she, the only girl in a group of boys, getting kissed by every one of them?

Well, almost every one.

“Ronan Lynch,” she said, indignant enough that nothing else needed to be said to make it known.

He was not shamed. “Come on, why not? I’m feeling very left out! One kiss. What, are you afraid you’ll fall desperately in love with me?”

Blue’s snort of laughter was so immediate and so strong that Ronan honestly should’ve been offended by it. He only grinned, though, and reached out to tug at the stray piece of hair in front of her face.

“Come on,” he said again. “Just one kiss. As a friend thing.”

Blue was pretty sure that wasn’t something normal friends did with each other. But, then, she was also aware that theirs was hardly a normal group of friends. She slapped his hand away and said, “A friend thing, really?”

“It’s only weird if we make it weird.”

“I think kissing my ex-boyfriend’s gay current boyfriend is weird by definition, no matter why I do it.”

Ronan’s grin widened. “Live a little, Sargent.”

There was a dare in that smile. It was the kind of smile Ronan gave to Adam that convinced Adam to tie himself to the back of the Pig and see if he could skateboard behind it like he was waterskiing because if he didn’t do it then it meant he was scared, and, if you asked Ronan, there was nothing worse than being scared. It was the kind of smile you rose to the challenge of or you risked losing Ronan Lynch’s respect, and, if you asked Blue, there was nothing worse than losing Ronan Lynch’s respect.

Blue kicked Ronan in the shin. Hard.

He yelped, as much out of surprise as from pain, and pitched forward to protect the area under attack. Blue only had to give him a little push to get him down on one knee.

“Fuckshit, maggot, what was that f—”

Blue caught his face in her hands and cut off his question with a kiss. It was a proper one, too, not one of those chaste little grandma-pecks. If Ronan Lynch wanted a kiss, then she was damn well going to give him one. There was only a split second of bafflement before he was giving back as good as he got, never one to lose or be outdone. Blue had to acknowledge, at least to herself and never ever out loud where anyone else could hear, that Adam was a lucky man.

When she was certain that the challenge had been met to everybody’s satisfaction, she pulled back to pat Ronan on the cheek. Stunned, Ronan let her get away with it.

In answer to his interrupted question, she said, “I told you you’re too tall. As nice a kiss as that was, I wasn’t about to break my neck for it. And anyway, I think I like you better like this.”

The sharklike look on his face was all the warning she had. In a split second, Ronan was on his feet again, one arm wrapped around her to keep her in place, ruffling her hair so aggressively that it sent clips ricocheting around the room. Chainsaw immediately started snatching them up and spiriting them away.

“Lynch, you asshole!”

Ronan released her with a peal of laughter. He dodged her attempt to grab him back and made good use of his significantly longer legs to book it to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. She could still hear him laughing in there.

“Yeah, yuck it up, chucklefuck,” she yelled. “See if I ever kiss you again!”

“What’s going on here?”

Blue spun around to see Adam, bleary-eyed and grimy, paused in the entrance. She hadn’t heard the heavy door open over all the commotion. Straightening out the rumpled mess of her outfit and also, hopefully, her dignity, she said, “Your boyfriend’s cheating on you with me.”

There were several seconds where Adam tried to make sense of those words. Eventually, it seemed, he gave up. “Okay. I need a shower.”

He disappeared into the godforsaken bathroom-laundry-kitchen monstrosity. Blue huffed and threw herself back down onto Gansey’s bed. The chip Ronan had thrown at her earlier bounced out with the motion to nudge at her hand. She snatched it up, ate it, and only then remembered that it had been on the floor before it had become a projectile. Oh well. It was probably more sanitary than anything that had been prepared in that bathroom anyway.

“You lied.”

Blue spun around again, only this time it was Noah, smudgy and pale and half-there, that she found this time. He was lying on his stomach down the main strip of miniature Henrietta, poking at the drug store awning like it fascinated him. It felt, in that moment, like he’d been there the whole time.

“What d’you mean?” Blue asked him. “About what?”

“When you said you wouldn’t date Ronan if he asked. You totally would. No matter how tall he is.” He said it like a statement of fact. Like there was no doubt in his mind.

Blue stuck out her chin in defiance. “Oh yeah? Why are you so sure about that?”

Noah shrugged. “He’s one of your boys.”

Blue deflated. She made a very put-upon noise, but she could hardly argue. Not against Noah. “I guess. Don’t tell him, though. It would go straight to his head, I’d never hear the end of it.”

Noah mimed zipping up his mouth and throwing away the key. Chainsaw, returned from hiding Blue’s hairclips where no one would ever find them again, chased the motion like she thought he’d really thrown something and made a distinctly plaintive noise when she realized he hadn’t. He offered her a stray piece of cardboard in apology.

Blue settled back down into Gansey’s bed. She picked up The Welsh Kings: Warriors, Warlords And Princes and flipped to where a gas station receipt marked the day Gansey had forgotten he was reading it. The noise of the shower running was soft and soothing. Noah was humming something she was almost certain he’d learned from Ronan. Everything smelled like mint and dust and old paper.

Soon enough, she thought, Ronan would probably judge the coast clear. He’d emerge carefully, watching her for any sign that she was mad and preparing to launch another sneak attack on him. She was willing to bet he would be sharp-eyed and thrilled the entire time, delighted by the game. A sudden fondness filled her up so much she thought she might burst with it.

Noah was right. No matter how obnoxiously tall he was, no matter what a shithead he could be, no matter the nature of the relationship—Blue still loved Ronan more than words could say. How could she not? He was one of her boys.

[firedjinni]

started drawing scugs in a sketchbook page and this happened instead oops

*pats top of slugcat* this animal can fit so much weird in it

(transcript and some corrections under the cut because there's a lot going on in this one and my handwriting is tiny lol)

[Image description/transcript: a bunch of slugcat biology doodling. Individual doodles/groups of doodles, clockwise from top left:

A slugcat with some visible internal organs sketched out and labeled - a heart and lungs, breathing holes at the sides of the neck (with the note: "wawas come from here!"), centrally placed vocal cords, beak "teeth", a pre-stomach pouch in the neck area, and intestines down in the lower torso and tail. The slugcat's eyes and a pair of small feelers above them are labeled: "both eyes!". A note above its head reads "feelers not 100% consistent in shape?"

A slightly clearer sketch of the possible lungs: there are two breathing holes, branching, and the vocal chords are located in the middle where they meet. The airways have internal closures to help keep out water and foreign material. A note reads "internal closure points [analogous to] glottis?", because I forgot the glottis was part of the vocal folds when I drew this.

Several drawings of possible beak and tooth arrangements, and a slugcat eating a fruit, touching the food with its sluggy mouth-feelers, with the note: "no tongue - feelers taste instead."

Closeup drawing of three eye variants. The first is all dark, pupil barely distinct from iris and sclera, labeled "normal". Second has lighter iris, labeled "rivulet". Third has white iris/sclera and light pupil, labeled "sm/hunter? (albinistic)". (I mean to write Artificer instead of Hunter. Whoops.)

Written notes: round pupils - poor night vision. Ancestors evolved to navigate more by smell/touch/etc before rain cycle forced other sensory focus (washes away scents).

Several doodles of possible slugcat ancestors. Most have shorter front limbs, longer feelers, and smaller eyes. Written notes: "early purposed ancestors - or primordial? arms shorter pre-bipedalism. probably related to lantern mice"

A slugpup, labeled "a little slupplet", and a tiny bean-like slugpup with closed eyes and tiny nubby limbs labeled "newborn baby scug".

Two organ cutaway doodles of slugcat tails. One, labeled "SM", has tubes from the stomach and intestines extending to the surface of the tail, one with a spear emerging out of it. The guts area has the note: "small stomach". The other tail, labeled "Arti", has intestines and several sacs connected to the underside of the tail, with the note: "scent/musk glands full of explosive digestive runoff?".

/end description.]

Anyway if you read all that bless you, my brain is full of rain world and it refuses to pay rent lol. I have a big old doc of headcanons and I can't do shit with most of them so I just doodle things apparently. bone appleteeth.

[sprout-senior]

this is. so fucking stupid

i put way too much effort into this

edit: picture formatting

transcription/image ID and more under the cut

[panel one: Error is looking at blue, who is in the foreground about to eat a brownie with a very wide open mouth, with horror. his hands are on either side of his head.]

Error: oh no! Blue’s gonna eat that WEED BROWNIE!

[panel two: Error eats the brownie, accompanied by the word CHOMP. Blue watches with surprise.]

[panel three: Blue is grinning, while Error looks very distressed, holding his hands in front of him.]

Blue: wow Error! did you just eat my forever weed brownie? [the words forever weed brownie are in green.]

Error: it was the only way to-

[Error cuts himself off, and the next panel displays him looking like a photorealistic skeleton, a vast contrast from the extremely round and simplistic style of the previous panels.]

Error: w h a t [the word what, spaced out for dramatic effect]

[end comic transcription]

anyway yeah i’m getting back into traditional art at least for the time being since i can’t find my damn stylus. this is the first page in my new sketchbook

[image ID: a sketchbook page, featuring several doodles. in the top left, there is a cute bunny man holding up a peace sign, winking, and smiling with his mouth open. he is on a neon orange background, drawn with purple ballpoint pen, with the caption “WAOW!”. next to this, in the top right, is a simplistic drawing of a lavender bush, colored with bright purple and green markers. below the bunny man are three small doodles of various expressions. one looks concerned and a little disgusted, captioned “yeesh”. the second is a somewhat curious looking one with its eyes popping out of its head, captioned “idk”. the third and final expression is a top down view of a face with very large sparkling eyes, captioned “forced to eat cement at age six”. the bottom half of the page features the comic transcribed above, with numbers and arrows clarifying the order of events. end sketchbook page transcription]

one final block of text to round out the post: i’m doing image descriptions/transcriptions now! i gave up on alt text a while ago, because it was such a pain to format and difficult to work with for me, and i forgot that i have free will and can type that information in the actual post. please let me know how i did! accessibility is important to me, so if my descriptions are lacking in any way or could stand to be improved, i would so so appreciate it if you could tell me what to do to improve! thanks!

[sillyandquiteawkward]

:333 can I hear the design process that went into Ford? Or Tate?

Or if it was for Fallout OCs, curious on the Kennedy or Bayley “Concept Idea to Current” transition :>>>

<- had too much fun, did everyone mentioned.

oo so when it came to ford and tate, i had a general idea pretty strong from the get go, so there wasnt much exploration, and i wrote general notes i wanted to include in their designs and then kinda just went for it. in my notes and story plotting they were simply referred to as the waiter and the PI.

these are basically the first iterations for them, tho tate took me a while to figure out. tate was also skinnier but then i was like no i need to design with my Heart so i made him more stout instead just a simple tall guy with a dadbod body type. i just always ended up liking how ford turned out so he didnt have many changes (notably it ends up being just his hairstyle).

once i got the gist of the characters down i went back and started looking up clothes and pulling ref images to really hone in on their sense of style and fashion, since that was something for this comic i really wanted to portray. then i went back and drew a bunch of drawings of them in different outfits and tried to figure things out. like tate evolved from trenchcoat and jumpsuits to more simple things like tshirts and jackets.

i made the control meme. and then. i put them on the back burner as i did other things for months. and when the new year hit, i ran to start drawing them again to start the comic on a whim, and did the simple, draw what you remember and see whats the most important character traits. i think i wouldve liked to have more time to really iron more things out before i jumped into the comic but i feared being stuck in planning hell and never being able to Start.

--

kennedy is a fun one bc i designed him to be a matching cowboy oc pair with raynersjournal and an overall group of four. simply the concept idea for kennedy was red badboy cowboy twink. another kind of design i did in one based on vibes and probably google images of cowboys for clothes insp. i am a little foggy on my thought process for designing ken but that was pretty much it. one and done type guy. i think i was feeling particularly inspired by funky eyebrows and giant sharp nose shapes.

i think kennedy has been pretty consistent in characterization, but i think i tend to draw kennedy less boxy now, and ive smoothed him out because ive shaped him more into this devious snake oil kind of guy that looks sweet, instead of this whirlwind fireball. for a second, i stopped drawing kennedy with his square jawline, but ive been trying to make sure i remember to draw it bc i think its a good trait of his that makes for nice contrast in his feminine design.

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bayley is Also interesting bc he had several pre-designs which is different for me. the concept of bayley being a fucked up scientist to be the antagonist for cc's story was first inspired by one of my goretober prompts, where a unknown scientist was attempting to vivisect hancock. his design was very minimal and more of an after thought.

after that came me trying to come up with a story and a scientist for cc to Have his third arm from. then i tried to doodle some scientist design with that inspiration from mr. goretober and came up with this guy.

but i didnt like him! i didnt think it was the right type of dynamic Look and i wasnt in love with the design so i tried again when i went to actually make ccs into comic. which is where we get this guy who looks More like bayley, but without the sideburns.

his sideburns grow as time goes on, longer and longer, until i start drawing them Bushy and big and the rest is history, i think i was inspired actually by how ray drew them one time and i just took it and ran. another bayley off shoot is evil bayley who channels mr goretober in his rancid vibes, while looking like regular bayley, bc i love au clones.

[daily-mees]

Can we get a witch mees? Please <:3)~~

witch mees!! weesh returns for best season! hav some weesh preparing for having people over for tea exactly as normal only this time there are decorations

[ID: three simple pen doodles of a mouse with triangle feet, big ears, a curvy pointy nose and little curved whiskers, who is wearing a wrinkly pointed witch hat and a raggy shawl. in the first picture the mouse is sitting on its haunches with its head proudly in the air; in the second image it is standing and looking proudly down at a fake mouse skull; and in the third it is sitting and looking back over its shoulder with a big open smile, while indicating a pumpkin about a third its size. end ID.]

[paramountpetrichor]

highkey lowkey rushed the shit outta this at the end but fun fact, the main reason i made this sideblog was to post this art lmao

neways to like the idk 3 vscest shippers that are active on tumblr (ik theres more on twt i have an acc there i just refuckingfuse to touch that dumpster fire) here you go eat up

idk what else to say uhh yeah they cute together they cute. its kinda hard to see what some of the text says so i transcribed it under the cut

the little doodles after the kissing on the cheek segment/where the third arrow points to:

"(simultaneously)

ichiji: okay bye

sanji: A"

bottom left convo (if yk what this' inspired by then yk):

"sanji: im a wanted man!

ichiji: how? you werent even wanted as a child.

sanji: DAmN"

top right arrow text in the first image thats pointing to ichiji:

"Having an out of body experience rn"

okay uh yeah thats all ill prolly make more w these two and the others :]

[mc-speculation]

Ravagers, part 1!

Ravagers are ungulates (hoofed mammals + whales) similar to large tapirs or cattle - morphologically, probably not genetically/taxonomically - that stand at 2.2 blocks (2.2m/~7’2”) tall.

Ravagers are herbivores! They are not aggressive because of a hunting instinct, but rather because of a defensive instinct. If the fossils in the Overworld and the reemergence of sniffers is anything to go by, the minecraft world used to have much more megafauna. I don’t think it’s a huge leap to say this aggressive behavior came about as a defensive measure against very large predators that are now extinct.

This defensive aggression isn’t just an attack-everything-you-see kind of thing, though. Ravagers are extremely protective of their own herds (or, whatever they consider their herd) and are actually pretty gentle/docile around each other! This is how they were domesticated, and why they will never attack an illager.

Domestic ravagers often have their tails and ears docked by illagers to look more intimidating (tragic).

Ravagers have somehow been rendered extinct in the wild. Most likely by whatever took out their predators - which was probably quite a few factors.

Text transcripts for the first image (left to right, top to bottom):

ears + tail often docked

babey!!

most teeth are for eating plants, but they do have canines for violence purposes

undocked ears

Text transcripts for the second image (left to right, top to bottom):

old lady takin’ a snooze

[Image IDs: All are various sketches of Minecraft ravagers, which in my art are as described above. They are heavy-set with four hooves toes like a tapir. They have big, round bellies and sloped backs, making their shoulders and hips stick out a bit. They have trunks on their snouts, which are mobile and not much longer than the end of their snout. They have huge, long horns that stick out from the side of their heads and quickly bend upwards.

ID1: Four ravager drawings. The top right drawing is a side-on of a ravager, showing the whole body in rough detail. Its mouth is open and its trunk pulled up to show off its teeth, which are mostly flat save for 4 large canines (two on the top jaw, two on the bottom jaw). Its tail and ears are docked. The first and third lines transcripted pertain to this drawing. The top left drawing is just the head and neck of a baby ravager. It has a cute, round face and large eyes, with adorable round ears that haven’t been docked yet. It has little circular nubbins on its head where its horns will grow in. The second line transcripted pertain to this drawing. The bottom left drawing is a very very rough sketch, showing another ravager from the side. Only its head, back shoulders and front left leg are depicted. The bottom right drawing is similar to the drawing of the baby, but is of an adult. It’s showing what undocked ears look like on an adult, and is captioned with the fourth line of transcripted text as well as an arrow and a thumbs up.

ID2: Two ravager drawings. The top is more detailed, with wrinkles and scars that make the ravager look older. This one has huge horns and docked ears. She’s laying on the ground, with one leg tucked into her chest and the other stretched out in front of her. This is the only drawing that’s colored. The ravager is all grey, with lighter horns and scars, and there’s gold lighting and stark deep blue shadows. This is the drawing the other transcript pertains to. The bottom drawing is a doodle of about half a ravager, not the same one as before (this one’s younger and has no scars or docked ears). Its laying flat on the ground, pouting. One leg is out to the side, with their foot folded underneath their leg. Their trunk is goofily flopped on the ground.

ID3: One drawing of two ravagers. The left one is an adult, only pictured from the shoulders forward. The other is a very young baby, pictured in full. The baby is sprawled out on the ground like a baby deer, its head held up and eyes closed. The adult is leaning down towards the baby, one leg bent in front of it and the other underneath it with its foot folded under it. It’s reaching out to the baby with its trunk and touching them on the snout.

ID4: One drawing of a ravager. They’re trotting forward and to right of the viewer. They have a docked tail and ears. They’re lifting their trunk up (presumably in either excitement or aggression) showing off just a bit of their teeth.

/End IDs]

[bonefall]

Probably an odd question bc its not exactly about warriors, but unfortunately ur the only one i know to ask. I really want to make my own blog for a Warriors AU but im not sure how to go about it. It's a little daunting I guess? What worked for you when making the blog, and should I focus on art, writing about the lore, or some mysterious third thing?

I actually got my initial followers by throwing in thoughts about Thistleclaw and Snowfur during a time when the fandom was buzzing about them for no particular reason. I got RB'd by a bigger blogger and got a circle of like... 50ish followers from there

I think the most important, foundational belief that will help you is to remember you are having fun. It's Tumblr; no one gets REAL clout here. Be silly, shitpost, chat publicly with people, be nice and remember that the vibe should always be, "Sleepover and we're all pitching ideas."

Uhhh assorted thoughts,

It's ok to write in any format you like best. I do a lot of bullet points because I have chronic focusing issues.

Adding a simple picture to any text post immediately boosts engagement with it. If you can draw a doodle for a character or concept you're gonna talk about, people enjoy that a lot

Describe images when you can. It's massively appreciated for screenreaders.

On that note, try to avoid google documents and offsite links, have a link and a "read more" where you post the text. Take advantage of Tumblr's lack of character limit.

Try to visually break up your textwalls. It really helps people read your stuff.

OH and remember; when it comes to followers, quality over quantity. You will be so much happier if you don't focus on follower count. Instead, focus on the Regulars who come into your replies to be like "IM CRYING WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS OH THST HURTS SO GOOD".

I get a massive spark of joy when folks I recognize come into the inbox. It's much more rewarding than watching faceless numbers go up.

[luwupercal]

warmup doodles potpourri #1 (days 1-10)

contents: eye strainy colors/near pure CMYK, crackships, bad music with weird lyrics, abaddon, traced doodles, the usual caliber of suggestive joke you find on this webbed site, links to sad poems, and primarch errant au

july 4th: traced fulgrim/ostian doodle

source. its a draw the squad meme, sorta

if you don't remember him Ostian Delafour is the remembrancer sculptor from fulgrim the novel lol. i've probably mentioned i think shipping him with fulgrim is funny before but i don't think i've ever realized it to any extent? in the book he's pursued by two, respectfully somewhat unstable girlypops, i think it would be really funny to add a third larger one to the mix. also (ostian voice) i can't fix him mr frodo. but i can fuck him

image description: a simple drawing of Fulgrim and Ostian Delafour from warhammer 40k. they are sharing a bed, their sides pressed together. Ostian is a normally-sized man with darker skin and short curly hair, wearing a pair of sweatpants. he's blushing furiously. Fulgrim is a huge man, easily twice as tall as Ostian, fit and with long white hair, with lighter skin, only wearing a pair of boxer briefs. he's looking at Ostian and smiling, one eyebrow raised. he's too large for the bed, his legs hanging off it, and one of his arms is slightly squishing Ostian. the drawing is done in purple hues. end image description.

july 8th: two idiots

the story behind this (ft @horuslupercal):

image descriptions: the first image is a scribbled doodle of ezekyle abaddon and horus lupercal in a simple style, drawn on top of a small light blue rectangle on a white canvas. horus is holding abaddon close to himself and attempting to draw on his eyelid. abaddon, who's squinting angrily, is resisting by placing his entire hand on horus's face, as if to push him away. horus looks disappointed at this development

the second and third images are screenshots of a discord conversation, with nicknames redacted, dated to "yesterday", 2:13 AM. user luwupercal says "also calling upon you bc youre the only one posting rn [@ user horuslupercal] gimme something to draw in this rectangle. anything of your choice". attached to the message is a screenshot of a small light blue rectangle on a larger digital canvas. user horuslupercal replies "abaddon squirming like a wild animal while horus tries to give him eyeliner". luwupercal replies "Hella, incoming". end image descriptions.

july 9th: magenta snake-eating ferrus

this one is a little more elaborate so i might post it independently if i like it enough in a while

the lyrics are from yum yumm by the pompoms. forewarning: this song is not very good in my opinion! but i like it anyway if only for these perplexing fucking lyrics. what do they mean?? i don't know. but they're ferrus core anyways

it's not very visible also but the ear on the left of his face is a cauliflower ear lol bc i thought it was fitting. i want to update the way i draw ferrus to differentiate him more from his fellow baldies/short haired dudes. idk if the broken nose will stick, i might give it to horus or perturabo, we'll see. i also dk why he doesn't have eyebrows i forgor to draw them. also the screenshotted lyrics r straight from spotify & the magenta + blue are lifted from the album cover for this song ok yeah

image description: a bust drawing of ferrus manus in greyscale and bright magenta. he's seen at an angle, looking at the viewer with a frown. he has a very square jawline, a broken nose, a widow's peak, and a cauliflower ear, and he's wearing a black tanktop. his eyes are solid magenta. next to him is a cut-up screenshot of black text on magenta background, reading "I eat hoes like you, no plate, no fork, no sauce / Just live raw snakes". the background of the image is a diagonal pastel gradient from purplish-magenta to light blue, framed by an uneven magenta rectangle. end image description.

extra note: i keep associating ferrus with magenta? here's an excerpt from a fic i have half-written. (this is from the primarch errant au where ferrus beats fulgrim at isstvan and separates him from the blade of laer; specific context is that fulgrim is wrapped up in a shock blanket telling ferrus about everything that happened leading up to isstvan). roll quote:

Besides, the palpable magenta Fulgrim's recollection was tinged with makes Ferrus sick to his stomach. He'd always felt uneasy around that color, what with it being fake and all. There's no getting used to evidence of your own failure. But he doesn't say that, because fuchsia's loud and startling. Poison is neon. Though then again, so is the shock blanket.

idk something about magenta being a color that doesn't exist makes me think about ferrus. i feel like he'd be annoyed about that bc hes that kind of guy lol but it's also kinda metaphorical for his own life(?). + it's the color that kills him kinda bc it's slaanesh's color... it could be a powerful color motif for his and fulgrims relationship to each other lol idk. and the snake thing above is also a thing abt these two bc when is it not, it's the whole, fulgrim wasn't a snake until he stole it from ferrus thing i think a lot about all the time

july 9th part 2: this

redraw of this (heres a reblog with alt text). i dont think it needs further explanation

image description: a two panel comic drawn in purple of ferrus and fulgrim from warhammer 40k. the first panel shows ferrus saying "My knees hurt from sucking dick" with a forlorn expression. fulgrim enthusiastically calls out in response "What were you suckin dick or something". in the second panel ferrus looks back at fulgrim scandalized while fulgrim looks at him with a shocked and disturbed expression. end image description

july 10th: radioactive piss emperor

quote from a toast to the alchemists by laura giplin

image description: a simple bust doodle of the emperor of mankind from warhammer 40k. he's a man with a thin face, a long neck and long, middle-parted wavy hair. he has a halo in the form of a doodled laurel crown. he has a neutral facial expression. there are heavy shadows covering the upper half of his face, including his eyes, as well as part of his hair and neck. the lines of the drawing are black with bright yellow copies underneath. overlaid where his eyes would be is a screenshot of text reading: "and gold, you can make / gold, an isotope so / radioactive it would / sparkle before your eyes." the text is duplicated in yellow too. end id

the meaning behind this one is like. ok. the poem is exalting the miraculous advances of modern science in the eyes of a medieval alchemist and obviously there is the immediate layer in this drawing of like, haha hes bright golden and hes toxic as fuck thus radioactive but also ive been learning recently through youtube video essays about like, the history of the study of physics throughout the 20th century and all the absolute nightmares that have occurred throughout, theres some bits that really stick with me like a woman being denied due to sexism participation in an experiment that couldve won her a nobel prize - that experiment being the detonation of a nuke over the open ocean & collection of whatever new chemical elements waft up to the atmosphere in the smoke. or ronald raegans existance just generally. and so theres something kind of, it's mournful that the alchemist will never see this but to me in a way it's mournful in a tear-stained dirty-faced way, like, because of all the horrors we've committed for science... anyway that overlaid on the emperor and his weird... pseudo scientific shit for an advancement of mankind that humankind might genuinely be better off without, i find parallels. i also think theres a lot of weight on the following lines in the context of a comparison to the emperor: "Alchemists, / you were right. / It is magic." because such a beautiful sentiment turns really sinister when thinking about the emperors pseudoscience: he was always lying. you cant build a guy that ignores the square cube law. it is magic

i phrased all of that in a deeply stupid way but youre looking at my doodles. youre in geralds world now baby

(i have a lot of thoughts about poetry! i will take the moment to link some poems i like, or things i consider poems at the very least:

"the night shift" by tumblr user goodbyevitamin

"lies about sea creatures" by ada limón

untitled ("to tboy") by anonymous/"tgirl"

this excerpt from "three of swords" by tumblr user gender0bender (link to full zine)

"not horses" by natalie shapero [cw: animal abandonment &/ death]

untitled ("gambling with angels is easy") by tumblr user play-now-my-lord

"how to be a dog" by andrew kane [cw: animal abandonment &/ cruelty].

yes most of these are kind of sad oops. i like sad poetry bc it sticks with me! but if you want a sweet one there's "to tboy" above and i can also link you to "gathering green tomatoes by the rain" by jeff mann, aka an actual published poem lol)

july 10th part 2: handwriting headcanons (or, headwriting handcanons?)

in the usual reading order: Fulgrim, Perturabo, Night Haunter aka Konrad Curze, Angron, Mortarion, Magnus (the red), Horus Lupercal, and Lorgar

image description: a series of handwritten names. first in purple in a cursive script is "Fulgrim". colored grey, in an angular, all-caps script is "Perturabo". colored dark blue, in a childish scrawl, is "Night Haunter". colored dark red, in a wobbly all-caps script, is "Angron". in a round, "bubbly" cursive script, colored pastel green, is "Mortarion". colored bright red, in an illegible chickenscratch cursive scrawl, is "Magnus (the red)". in a carefully-typed semi-cursive script, colored dark green, is "Horus Lupercal". finally, in a golden mustard yellow are a series of runes, meaning "Lorgar", with the word typed in a computer font to the runes' side as clarification. everything is written on a series of light gray lines. end description

i didn't QUITE nail fulgrim's and these are not at all set in stone, except for magnus's and ~5/6ths of lorgar's lol. i've tried to do fulgrim's handwriting before (thats what inspired me to do this, finding that again), this i think remains my favourite attempt ever at fulgrim's handwriting:

image description: tiny purple cursive script reading "no.", underlined, atop the corner of a mostly unseen form or template. end id

my notes for the rest: perturabo's script is surprisingly fast to write but i'm also partial to him having illegible cyrillic doctor script, KC/NH's was achieved through lifting my elbow way too high (i do not freehand) and is indeed aiming for little kid, angron's was achieved through using my left hand, mortarion gets round bubbly cursive because i think it's "mathematician handwriting" for some reason?, i've mentioned before i think magnus writes in illegible chickenscratch, horus has weird script bc he learned to write from either custodes or the emperor or both, and lorgar is writing in colchisian script here - ive posted, maybe, some bits of my colchisian script? but heres a guide just in case:

image descriptions: the first image is a set of digitally hand-drawn glyphs, standing in for the following letters: P, R, A, I, S, E, B, T, O, H, L, D, Y, F and G, the last of which is drawn with a different brush and in a different color, and labeled "(New!)". the second image is a copy of the first, with multicolored arrows on top of the letters' lines, to indicate how they're written. end description

edit: I forgot I also made U lmao, it's like O but the lines at the top go up creating a diamond shape instead of a heart(?) one

i'll get around to doing the full colchisian cypher alphabet at some point. also the font i used for lorgars name and above in the sucking dick comic is atkinson hyperlegible my beloved and no.1

and july 10th part 3: its britney bitch

image description: a drawing of fulgrim traced over the "Stop Being Poor" britney spears meme image. he's a muscular man with brown skin and long, white/lavender hair, smiling cheerfully and with his hands thrown up in the air. he's wearing a long purple skirt and a cream tank top that says "Stop Being Poor" down his chest in large all-caps text. the background is a photo of people at a concert, with fulgrim drawn onstage. end id

yeah this one is self explanatory too

[aeori-o]

Happy New Year! 2/3 (Tumblr Why)

So apparently tumblr won't let me do a lot of images in one post and instead of reducing the amount of images I'll be using like a sane person I am making multiple posts. Cheers!

Part 1 || Part 3

Back to video games!

I love the steam recaps, both mine and looking at all my friends’ but I’ll just post mine here.

I don’t even remember playing Dishonored this year. I still have the weird desire to 100% it even though I only have the challenge-mode stuff left and of those I only have four left. I’m so freaking close. But I also haven’t touched the game in close to a year. Argh.

That spider-graph underestimates my ability to turn any game into a stealth game. I’m not sure what the game from this year was that’s counting as 3% I think Plate Up! was released last year and I’m doubting Destiny 2 counts even if it is an ongoing game so I assume that must be for the Touchstarved Demo. I do kind of wonder if I’ll ever have a high percentage for new releases just because it takes me forever to get to anything. Releases from the last 1-7 years was 11%, and releases from longer ago was 86% but that will be because I played a lot of short games from the 90’s and 00’s.

Just like my reading my gaming dropped off during the summer. It’s so hard to make time for things how do people do it. I find a physical hobby to do and it just consumes all of my time and energy and brain power.

There’s all the games. I didn’t count anything I spent a very small amount of time on in my personal count. Things like the HE activity packs or mini-games where I played for 5, maybe 10, minutes and stopped. Shockingly mini-games meant to entertain six year olds in the 90’s are not very compelling to a 30 year old in 2023 (though some were very graphically/artistically impressive which was more fascinating and engaging than the mini-games themselves). The actual point-and-click games all hold up surprisingly well. There’s some things that are a little aggravating like Freddi fish’s friend, Luther, makes just the worst jokes. I think so far I’ve been liking Pajama Sam and Putt-Putt the best. We’re done Spy Fox now and I think we still have a few Putt-Putt games left and one or two Freddi Fish games and Pajama Sam games.

I had the farm Buzzy game growing up (which is so strange seeing as I lived on a farm, why did my parents get me that) but not any others and the airport one is wild, genuinely very educational and it’s impressive how much stuff they crammed in there. We haven’t played any recently, though. Also all of Steam’s tags are liars, I did not first play these games in 2023, I first played all these HE games in like, 1998 or something, on an old machine I can still picture in my mind but have no way to look up. I don’t even remember what make it was.

(I asked my dad, because he used to take pictures of everything growing up, but shockingly he appears to have primarily taken photos of me and my sister doing things and not just pictures of random objects around the house. Strange. He did say it was probably a custom computer that had been built for his company so we even went through old company photos but, again, no photos of just people at their desks or their desk set-ups. Through this process I realized the computer I’m currently using is my third desktop, ever. Maybe that’s not that wild but for a device I use almost every day of my life it feels weird for it to “only” be the third one. In my lifetime there’s, so far, been 5 generations of playstations so I feel like I’m doing pretty good on the turnover rate for desktop computers. Here’s a doodle of what I think my first desktop computer looked like:

I can remember the overall shape of it but the details are foggy now. Its name was PC 11, though, because that’s what it was called at his workplace. The real kicker is I probably used to have a photo of it, but I lost all my old photos when my back-up drive gave out on me and I, foolishly, only had my photos on my back-up drive because my computer didn’t have room for them. I’m going to see if my sister, who is younger than me, somehow, magically, has any photos of this thing. Anyway back to video games.)

Donut County was an absolute delight. I think that’s the only other game on there I haven’t talked about at all and it was just a really good time. Cute story and very satisfying gameplay, I had a great time playing it.

We also revisited a series Steph and I played in or just after Highschool which was really fun to revisit with friends.

The Chzo series stands up surprisingly well. I don’t think I’d recommend them for a newcomer but for something I played forever ago (I don’t think I ever beat the series but I know I played the first two) I’m surprised at how well it held up and it was fun to re-experience with friends. There’s some very questionable plot elements and some unfortunate word choices which is why I won’t recommend them but it’s super impressive that one guy just… made these. It’s genuinely very cool and impressive.

Sony is apparently also doing a year in review or “wrap up” this year for the first time ever, I was kind of hoping it would include PS3 data somehow. It didn’t. So this is all I get:

I do really like the graphics they have on everything, too bad my poor PS4 was basically neglected so those graphics are wasted on my dismal play-stats.

They just look really nice. I do think it’s interesting that Sony’s approach to this outright feels a little more cynical and like it rolled out of the marketing department than other wrap-ups. They throw in a little “look at all these cool games you could be playing with playstation plus” and then of course…

Did you know?? You can buy a PS5?? Did you know?? Come buy one. :)

Anyway.

That’s about all I played this year, so I can move on.

To my other hobbies, of which I have about seventeen billion. As I mentioned last year: I was really into reshelling stuff until I ran out of stuff to reshell. So I did reshell one controller this year. One of my Switch procontrollers I wasn’t super happy with, so I changed it to look like the joycons I did for my step-brother and I’m much happier with it:

I also got a bunch of cute thumbgrips for all my modern Nintendo controllers. I’ve never liked add-on thumb grips much but for whatever reason I don’t find the current generation of Nintendo controllers to have comfortable analogue sticks so having cute pads is elevating my Nintendo experience both aesthetically and physically.

And then I realized people sell shells for Gameboys so decided to do the GBAs from my childhood (I don’t know how I wound up with two, and one was my sister’s):

The hinges were so hard to get back in right, different guides said to do different things and they were all wrong. Luckily I had six hinges to get there on so by the time I got to the one with the nicest screen I had it figured out but the Pikachu one has squishy unsatisfying hinges now (and the hinges are so hard to get back out I’m not going to bother fixing it). And some of the batteries were getting puffy so I replaced them (which was maybe silly since these aren’t going to be played often but oh well).

I really love the aesthetics of a clear-case on a GBA. There is just SO much crammed in there it really tickles my brain. Any motherboard looks pretty dense but these are particularly dense in a way that looks visually distinct than even something like the 3DS (picture further down) because there’s so little real estate for them to get everything in there. I know people really like clear cases in general (and I am also a fan) but it hits extra good on something like this where there is just so much to see.

I have continued repairing people’s Nintendo Switches from fans to joycon drift. I still like fixing things whenever I can (I just fixed a kettle a few days ago which I fully did not expect to be able to fix) and one of the major things that needed fixing this year was CurseBreaker, the computer I built at the end of 2020.

My poor computer. Toward the end of 2022 I wanted to try a liquid cooler (which they call an AIO) instead of the stock fan, there was literally no reason to do this except for the thrill of it (AMD’s stock coolers are very good, or at least mine was) and CPUs were on major sale at the time so I figured if I’m messing around I might as well update my CPU, too. About a month later my computer started crashing randomly. Completely randomly, and it wouldn’t fully crash it would kind of “hang” in a really strange way. I could sometimes open programs but task manager would boot but not operate properly, internet connectivity vanished, random programs would freeze, trying to shut down or restart the computer would just have it pinwheel on the shutdown screen forever. Usually I could save whatever I was working on before restarting and sometimes whatever I saved would corrupt. (It also refused to load the windows colour profile on boot, but it still won’t do that, so that is unrelated but I thought it was something at the time.)

I eventually got to the point where I could usually make it crash by watching twitch (specifically twitch did it) while using photoshop. But it wouldn’t trigger right away, and sometimes it wouldn’t trigger at all, but it did it much more often with the twitch and photoshop combo than with anything else. I started writing every time it messed up on a notepad and everything I tried to do to troubleshoot. I was in Reliability History every day (a feature of Windows I did not previously know existed), I was in Event Viewer (a very stressful place to go looking in, Windows can and will consider everything an ‘error’: it considers firefox being my default browser an error and I am not kidding). My computer could Not tell me what the heck was up. The crashing started earlier but by the time I realized it was an ongoing problem and not a few weird crashes it was mid-January so I used Reliability History to see the previous two weeks and started writing my notes, I made a timeline, I even tracked the time between crashes in case it was some bizarre clock thing or ticking time bomb (it wasn’t).

My headphone ear pads broke during this and I had to sew them back together because my headphones are weird and suck and don’t have replacements available to buy. Obviously that wasn’t directly related to my computer’s problems but it didn’t help me feel any less cursed since I use those headphones exclusively with my computer. I also expanded my storage during this time which maybe wasn’t the best idea but someone wanted me to try Destiny 2 and I didn’t have space to spare (the storage installed fine, but almost immediately after I had a bunch of crashes/hangs). And then one of my computer case’s USB ports broke???

How??? How!! I am SO careful. I do not understand how or why this happened and I have been around computers my entire life—this is the only time I have EVER seen a USB port break like this. None of the computers in my highschool had broken USB ports! And people jammed USBs in and out of those! This USB port is still broken, I just have a dust plug in it but I might put a sticker over it. It’s technically usable if you bend that pin back out but it gets crammed back in very easily.

Finally, after four months of this, after partially re-installing Windows, and then fully re-installing Windows, after downloading and updating every driver I could find, after trying to unplug various devices to see if a USB device was causing issues, after fighting with Task Scheduler to get the Windows Color System to work, after uninstalling and reinstalling everything I could or straight up uninstalling things I didn’t need that Windows quietly downloads when you’re not looking (Skype just will not leave my machine Windows keeps dragging it back)… I decided to update the BIOS/UEFI on my machine. My CPU was supposed to be compatible with the BIOS version my motherboard was running but I guess it wasn’t actually.

The thing with updating your BIOS is that if your computer has been running for a while it’s generally recommended you don’t update it. Every page you go to, even the page with the motherboard update versions, will tell you to turn back, to not frivolously update your motherboard, you should only update it if you absolutely have to!

They are not clear on what “absolutely having to” means, though. I was having major computer issues, my CPU was supposed to be compatible, but that was the only other thing I could think of that would be causing the issue. I had tried everything else because all the BIOS stuff warns you away from it and there is no list of “if your computer is doing this it might be the motherboard” or at least I couldn’t find one that isn’t vague. So.

On April 24th I updated my BIOS. It was really easy. I have not had a problem since. There is probably a lesson to be learned here about doing the hard, risky-seeming thing earlier in the process—except that they really warn you off of updating the BIOS. I had four months of very stressful and insanity-making troubleshooting, five-and-a-bit months of a computer that would just randomly give up. It sucked. And all because my motherboard company lied, my CPU was definitely not as compatible as they said it was. Despite how much this process sucked I am very pleased that I fixed it. CurseBreaker got CurseBroken. I still put a sticker on her that says she’s cursed, though.

Anyway.

I also learned how to bind books this year! I haven’t done the big-book bindings where you need to sew pages together (and I would like to learn how to do that and how to make hard covers) but I’ve done this simple kind and I really like it. I have ideas for other things I’d like to make into little personal books. I guess I’ll see where it takes me but I made the little yellow book there as a companion piece to a book my sister had me read and it looked so official that when she opened the present she didn’t understand what she was looking at. Graphic design is my passion. Surprisingly easy to do and very fun! I need a better paper slicer, though. I borrowed one for this and it did more ripping than cutting. Most of the hobbies I take on are very satisfying in a tangible way but this is extra satisfying and I’d like to do more of it.

Through the power of friendship I made two booknooks this year (Vin and Steph helped me). The one on the right was more like a puzzle or ikea furniture where it was all clearly labelled and told you where to put what and when. It took the better part of an afternoon but got done in one day. The one on the left was more like building a diorama with little to no real instruction, just a lot of material.

It took several days to assemble and required busting out the hot glue gun. Somehow the makers of this kit expected you to be able to glue plastic pieces and mirrors with white glue. (It definitely worked better than expected on some things but was a mess and meant having to sit there holding pieces together while they cured because if you let go it’d fall apart. The hot glue was necessary to not go insane.) It even makes you put together the wiring yourself, and then has the audacity to not make it clear anywhere what kind of batteries it takes. Overall super happy with how this one came together, I think it looks super cute, but I was not prepared for how hard it would be after the first one.

But now I have two cute little booknooks! I’ve wanted one for years and now I have two and because we built them I also have good memories directly associated with them.

I also finally have a paper koi lantern! I’ve been following the artist, yuumei, since I was a kid—like I followed her when I still used deviantart which was forever ago. I signed up for the mailing list for these who-knows-when and at some point I assumed this project would never reach completion despite how cool it is. People get busy, it is how it is. But then she launched a kickstarter! I backed! And then a kit showed up in the mail!

There’s a really great tutorial video to go with it for assembly. It was really hard at first but once you kind of figure it out it gets a lot easier. The paper is the most gorgeous paper I’ve seen in my life and she looks beautiful when she’s all lit up.

This one feels so weird to finally have. I think I was following the project for at least a decade so it feels surreal for it to be a real thing now. This thing I wanted as a kid/teen that didn’t exist and now does and I still wanted it. It’s also really nice to see that this fully came together for the artist, as well. If you’re interested she has pricing and product photos on her website here (click): Yuumei Art: Koi Lanterns.

And Tumblr is cross with me with the amount of images I want to put in these so I will be making part 3 presently. I'll set up links when I'm done.

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