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mayakern · 3 years

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Hey I’m about to send a really long message, but I’d really appreciate getting a quick, honest response.

I’m in law school and in a few weeks I’m presenting to a law firm about how they need to take artists and their legal rights more seriously, and I’d also like to mention how they need to support smaller creators in more niche groups.

Specifically, I want to pitch to them that it would be financially viable for them to start working with smaller artists who sell their own art as merchandise. In my opinion, people shouldn’t be able to steal art from other creators, but I’m aware that most lawyers only see creators as “starving artists” and aren’t willing to go through the process of helping artists learn their rights. On the other hand, artists think that the legal process will be too expensive and time consuming, so it’s not worth it to pursue the art thieves beyond asking for help from fans.

I’d love to hear your experiences with art theft or anything about how small creators can/can’t thrive in the market today. Just any opinions you may have. Also if you know any other digital artists or small business owners who might have experiences even remotely related to anything I’ve touched on, I’d love to talk to them too.

oh i’ve experienced tons of theft and i think most artists who make merch have as well. one of the more common thefts is enamel pins — factories will sell off lower quality versions that they can’t send directly to the maker, or an old pin mold, or factories will just take pics of existing enamel pins and run them through live trace to make knockoffs. if you haven’t already, you should look into tuesday bassen and the other artists who had their pin designs stolen by zara. they were ultimately able to prove damages because their names/logos were on the backside of the pin and zara removed those identifiers. it’s why i always recommend that anyone who wants to make enamel pins should put their artist name/logo on the back.

currently, my most stolen pin designs are these elemental girls:

they constantly turn up as knock offs on aliexpress, wish, and similar places, but the quality isn’t nearly as good and they always exclude the earth pin because it’s too difficult to replicate (there are a lot of small fills in this design, which is difficult and, as the maker/buyer, expensive). they’re stolen so commonly that if you google “elemental girl enamel pin” you can find not only my originals, but tons of knockoffs, and every time i get one listing taken down, five more pop up elsewhere.

knockoffs like these are disheartening both because my work is being stolen, but also because it is being done so poorly. it really makes my art look like shit. i’m lucky in that i am no longer struggling as an artist so knockoffs like these, while annoying, are not that damaging to me. when i was younger and extremely broke, it was a different story, especially when the work being ripped off was much more… personal.

i used to make short hashtag relatable comics about myself/my life and this one in particular became very popular and was constantly ripped off/stolen — i’ve seen it on bags, water bottles, shirts, and all manner of other products. i’ve seen it used to promote other people’s projects and social media presences (all without credit or permission). and ofc it’s been copied, referenced, and edited to hell and back. i don’t usually super mind people using my work as reference as long as they credit me. but with this particular comic, it is extremely grating to, time and again, see people take a comic about my relationship with my fat body and change it to be fitspo or midsize positive or whatever else — and ofc none of them give credit until prompted by ppl who recognize my work as the skeleton.

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dokoni-mo · 4 years

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Far Away, Together || Darth Vader x Reader

(A/N: Hello all! This is my first post on tumblr and I am so excited to share my fic with all you lovely people!!! I used to write alot, but haven’t in some time. Since I am renewing my love for star wars, I thought that I would do a little something for my favorite man of all time: Vader!!! A big thanks to Kenna for helping to inspire me to write again (you know who you are :))) ). This is chapter one of a series of about 10 chapters I plan to write. Please enjoy and feel free to ask to be added to the tag list!! also, not my gif)

WARNINGS: mentions of a TIE crash, some cursing

Key: (F/N) = first name (L/N) = last name

Word Count: ~3600

Edit: Link to Chapter Two: [x]

Life on the Super Star Destroyer was exactly the same as the ship looked on the outside: cold, dull, and gray. Color? What’s that? Life? Never heard of it.

No one ever really stopped to mingle with one another, even for a brief, courteous “hello!” or “hey, how’s it going?”. These types of action were seen as unnecessary and not impactful to squashing out the rebellion, as well as to eliminating any sign of hope that one day the Empire will just cease to exist, leaving everyone alone. Everything and everyone had a purpose within the Empire. Everyone had their own job, and heaven forbid that you are somehow unable to do that job. Any failure was seen as weakness, and the Empire had no use for weakness amongst its ranks. These were the fundamental truths of working under the Empire.

Being a mechanic wasn’t so bad. You got to do what you loved to do, so what’s so bad about that? Sure, you had very little contact with the outside world (aside from the occasional news briefing or smuggled-in holovid), you had very few acquaintances, and you were always just referred to as last name only, but all of these could be overlooked. You wake up, put on your drab, gray-green uniform, go to work, then go back to your quarters, rinse and repeat every day of every week. A nice little routine for your nice little job on the nice little imperial vessel.

To say you blended in with the crowd was wrong. Everyone blended in with the crowd, so to say you blended in with the crowd was diagnosing yourself with special-snowflake syndrome. There was no individuality within the Empire. There was only the Empire, the usage of names only a formality or a way to get one’s attention. Despite this, due to human nature, those serving would often try to attempt some sort of individuality. Female officers would have a signature way of pulling back their hair, troopers would talk in different made-up accents, and some even gave themselves tattoos. You, however, found your individuality within your work.

When fixing something, you would often put your own spin on how you bring said thing back to its former glory. Fixing a speederbike? Lets rewire the wires so that they make a nice, pretty zig-zag pattern. This will help it steer a bit better, anyway. Fixing a blaster with a faulty trigger? Why not add a new cooling system just to be nice. Fixing a TIE? Oh boy, the possibilities are endless.

This may be what has allowed you to rise through the ranks so quickly as a mechanic. There was seemingly nothing that you couldn’t inflict your midas touch upon. Plop anything down on your workbench and it's a guarantee that it will be fixed.

On the other hand, it may just be dumb luck. This is ultimately what you thought. You were just merely doing your job, trying to not cause any trouble for yourself, just like everyone else you worked with. It just so happened to be you that the Empire had noticed.

It was this attention that landed you this new assignment.The news had come suddenly and almost unexpectedly. Pack your bags, (F/N), you're out of the Endor research station and now on a one-way ticket to the Super Star Destroyer. Of course, there was no one around to pat you on the back when you got the news, and certainly no one to say congratulations. You did that yourself that night by treating yourself to an extra ration.

If you were anyone else within the Empirical army, you would be over the moon about working on this ship. But, you felt no emotion towards the subject. It was just another job, what’s so special about it?

You quickly learned the answer to that.

Him.

He made the entire aura of the ship much tenser than any other research station or star destroyer that you had ever been on. People were not kidding when they said that his entire presence dripped with authority and power. To defy him, was to defy the Empire. To fail him, was to fail the Empire. It also always meant a loss of your life by the point of his saber.

You remember the first time that you saw him with your own eyes, not just an image from a news briefing or the picture you formed in your head when you heard the stories. You were lined up along with all of your new fellow troopers, officers, and mechanics, your hands firmly by your sides and your chin held up high, your eyes the only part allowed to move. He had been returning from some sort of escapade, and it was time for another customary formal greeting for him.

He was hard to miss when the door to the shuttle had touched the cold, hard ground. Everything about him was massive, intimidating. Dressed head to toe in black, his frame resembling a man but his features that of a droid. Despite the layers upon layers of armor and clothing, you could tell his muscles were nothing to bat an eye at. His shoulderspan looked like it could be twice your own, and his hands look like they could wrap around your waist and crush you in to a million tiny pieces at any second. Hot.

As he walked past you, you could feel the floor vibrate with menacing trembles as he took each step. His breathing was enrapturing, filling up your ears like it was there to live rent-free. When he finally spoke (a simple “Good, admiral”), you could feel the bass right in the middle of your chest. His voice was encapsulating, surrounding you with it's deep, authoritative, encompassing demeanor. Even hotter.

Yes, Darth Vader was quite the interesting character. But, he was not the one, you had decided, to try and become buddy-buddy with. Far too risky. Instead, you would carry on as normal: do your job, and don’t get in anyone’s way. You have done this for years, and a change of scenery with a far more intimidating boss wouldn't change that.

Except when it did.

The day (you believed that it was day, at least. It was hard to keep track of time in the middle of space on a giant floating mouse cursor) was as simple as ever. You woke up, ate your breakfast rations, then went straight to work. They had you fixing a few blasters and comms that day. How exciting.

You almost didn't hear the sound of the sirens when they went off, nor how the room suddenly was flashing red. When you had finally came-to, the sound of a highly distressed officer was over the hangar’s comm system.

“Everyone clear the bridge now! Lord Vader is coming in hot!”

Coming in hot? You wondered what that had meant. Of course, you knew what that meant, but this was Lord Vader we were talking about. He was the best pilot in the whole Empirical fleet. He never crashed, you had thought.

Despite your judgement, you put down your tools and started to run along with the other mechanics. They seemed just as confused as you were, awkwardly trying to shuffle out of their stations into somewhere safe. Quietly slipping past the small crowd, you found refuge on the other side of the doorway you were in, finding a place to watch within one of the windows.

Looking up to the stars that made up the tail-end wall of your workplace, you were almost shocked to see that the officer over the comm wasn’t hallucinating. Lord Vader’s TIE was, indeed, coming in hot. A noticeable plumage of smoke followed in his wake, as well as the occasional burst of sparks and the odd chunk of metal falling off. The noise that TIE made when it passed through the barrier was unholy, making you wince right before you had jumped in your polished boots. Lord Vader’s TIE crashed right on the floor of your workspace, skidding along and spinning not before crashing into several unfinished projects and stopping just before the doorway you had been standing in.

Oh, maker. He’s dead.

That was your only thought as the smoke and dust around the TIE settled in the air. The smoke was occasionally illuminated by the sparks coming out of the ship. This was definitely not a pretty scene. That TIE was busted.

A twinge of some sort of odd emotion rippled through you as you saw the tip of a red stream of light pierced through the metal of the broken TIE. It made a large circle motion before shrinking back inside. Moments later, the circle had been thrown off, flying past the group of mechanics that had begun to shuffle awkwardly back into the hangar to inspect the scene for themselves. You had joined them as the circle was discarded off of the TIE, the wind making a strand of your hair raise.

He stepped out of the burning pile of metal mess moments later. A small amount of smoke radiated off of his body as his boots collided with the ground. His shoulders were raised, his left fist in a ball as his right held on firmly to his weapon. He offered no one any explanation as he marched his way to the medical bay, an air of contempt and loathing following him.

They had let you off to lunch early that day. The smoke from the TIE could be toxic, and they needed some time to clear out the hangar before everyone could get back to work.

You ate your ration in silence as everyone around you murmured their theories and rumors about the incident that had occurred about an hour earlier. There was no need to speculate, in your eyes, and the only people you talked with were out on some other assignment. Silence kept you company, anyhow.

Your peaceful lunch, however, was eventually rudely interrupted by some rude, old geezer. His uniform adorned many different patches and pins, so you figured he had to be some sort of presiding, know-it-all, experienced officer. The lines in his face only made him look more stern and stuck up than he sounded, his lips pursed as he eyed the datapad he held whilst he stood in front of your lunch table.

“(L/N), I presume, yes? Our newest mechanic from Endor?” the old man questioned, his dark eyes flicking back and forth between you and your glowing blue picture.

“Yes, sir. That’s me.” you responded, sitting up to offer some sort of respect to the officer.

The old man turned off his datapad with that, folding his arms behind his back as he addressed you fully. “Well, Miss (L/N), I do hope that your current assignment holds no sentimental value to you. You are being reassigned with a very important alternative, effective immediately.”

“Immediately?” you questioned, “I apologize sir, I don’t quite-”

“Your new assignment, Miss (L/N), is to repair Lord Vader’s TIE. I assume you bore witness to his entrance earlier today.” said the old officer, cutting you off. “Lord Vader’s ship is of utmost importance to the Empire, and we only assign our best to repair it when needed. We have already removed your previous assignment from your station and place Lord Vader’s TIE in its place.”

Before you could get another word out, the officer turned on his heel to leave, only giving you a side glance over his shoulder as he continued, “You should be pleased, Miss (L/N). You just became one of our finest mechanics.”

~~~

You only saw a heaping pile of garbage that was vaguely shaped like a TIE Advanced x1 at your station when you returned. The ship was mangled beyond repair. Aside from the gaping hole in the center of the fighter, the wings were gnashed beyond recognition, many of the metal plates lining the surface either gone or melted, the wires that snaked along the inside of the craft were now on the outside, and it still hadn’t stopped smoking completely.

You couldn't hide your expression as you walked around the TIE. Why the hell would you even try and repair this hunk of shit? you thought to yourself, Just get a new TIE, I’m sure the Empire can afford it.

You contemplated on going back and finding that old man that gave you the assignment and asking him to repeat it back to you. Whoever wanted this thing repaired was a madman at best. Sighing, you reminded yourself of your virtues. Do your job, don’t get in the way. And, this was your new job.

You had no idea on where to start.

~~~

It was long past quitting hours when you heard the doors to the hangar open.

You were perched on top of the broken down TIE, your jacket long since discarded. You were left only in your boots, pants, tanktop, and goggles as you heard heavy footsteps draw closer to your station.

You paused briefly from your welding to listen to the footsteps for a brief moment. You pondered for a short time on whether or not to address the person walking towards you, but decided against it. You figured that they were just some trooper or other mechanic sneaking out for a midnight walk or snack. Although you were loyal to the Empire, you were no snitch to your fellow troop. You resumed your welding after your judgement had ended.

You continued to listen, however, and noticed how the footsteps had ended very close to your station. Listening past the sound of your welding, your heart almost jumped out your throat and hitched a ride to the outer-rim when you noticed an all-too-familiar sound.

That breathing.

To make sure that your ears were not playing tricks on you, you stopped your welding and peeked over the top of the TIE. Sure enough, there he was, staring up at you without a word, without even moving one muscle. Your blood ran cold.

“L-Lord Vader!” You called down as you scurried to put down your tools, pushing your goggles up to rest on your sweat-gleamed forehead. You landed on the ground with a thunk as you slid down the TIE, hurriedly walking over to address the Dark Lord properly.

Standing so close to him forced you to notice the height and size difference between the two of you. He was tall, so tall that you had to almost crane your neck to look him in the eyes of his mask. His frame dwarfed yours in every way, making you feel so, so small and weak compared to him. As the sith looked down at you, you couldn't help but feel his real eyes behind the mask bare into you, almost as if he were looking right into the fiber of your being. You swallowed thickly but silently, forgetting that you were out of uniform in front of the Emperor's right hand.

“I-I apologize, my Lord, I did not hear you come in over the sound-”

“Is it not past active hours for your department, mechanic?” He interjected, interrogating you. You felt your cheeks gain a touch of rouge out of embarrassment. You had barely even noticed that it was so late, that almost all of the lights in the hangar had gone dim.

“Yes, my Lord, it is. But, I had-”

“You need not explain yourself to me, mechanic. I have come here for a report on the damage to my ship. If you will so generously supply me with that, perhaps I will overlook your discrepancies tonight.” He said to you, his head tilting to the side. The eyes of his helmet never left your frame as he spoke to you. His authority made a shiver run down your spine, your breath hitch. He could kill you at any moment's notice, and you both knew that.

“Yes. Yes, of course, my Lord.” You responded quietly. It was then you finally dared to let your gaze fall off of the menacing, tall figure before you. Turning on your heel, you looked up at the broken down craft before you, pressing a hand against the cool metal. “Well, my Lord, I will not dare lie to you. This fighter is in real bad shape. Her left wing is almost completely non-existent, her guns are unrecognizable, and her central computer has been totally fried. Her engine received a great amount of damage as well, and it looks like all of her spark igniters and thrusters will need to be replaced. This is all, of course, not to mention the damage to her framework.”

You had circled around the TIE absentmindedly as you spoke, your hand gliding over the jagged surface of the craft. Vader’s gaze followed your diminutive frame as you paced about. You could feel the eyes of his mask follow you with every footstep. Were it not for the continuous babbling on about damages, you would be shitting a brick right about now.

“And how do you plan to proceed with these repairs, mechanic?” He asked you, a hint of his temper and curiosity poking through.

“Well,” you retorted, looking at him once more, right in the face, “In order to proceed with anything, I have to get the central computer back online and running. That way, I will be able to talk to her better, and maybe even run a diagnostic for any damages that I haven’t caught yet. After that will be the repairs to the wing, which I will likely have to build from scratch from other scrapped TIEs. Once that is complete, repairs to the frame will begin, then onto the guns and engine. This may change, however, if I am able to run that diagnostic, my lord.”

The way you held yourself in front of the sith lord was certainly a pleasant surprise. Lord Vader was used to his subordinates making a vain attempt to make the situation sound better to him so that he would be pleased. You, however, did not shy away from cutting to the chase and telling Vader how it was. He felt a twinge of appreciation bubble deep, deep down inside him. He always did value someone who truly knew their way around a ship or two.

Vader took a glance at the mess of his TIE Advanced then back to you before he spoke again. You had refused to take your eyes off him again.

“I understand,” he rumbled out, placing his large hands on their respective sides of his belt, “I presume that these repairs will take a small while.”

His words were spoken as a statement, but you knew he was asking.

“Yes, Lord Vader,” you said, nodding in affirmation, “They indeed will, but I will do all in my power to have her running again just like new.” You couldn't help but flash a small, quick smile at the end of your positivity.

Vader stared down at you for a brief moment before speaking again, the sound of his steady breath winding around you once again.

“Good,” he finally said, “I expect no less from you, mechanic. I will come here again periodically, and I expect a full report of progress for each of my visitations. Do I make myself clear? Do not fail me.”

“Of course, my Lord. I will do exactly as you wish” you replied, giving him a firm nod as you stood at attention. Quickly, you relaxed your pose, letting your gaze fall once more and your body to turn to resume your work.

Vader, however, stood completely still. He was not done with you quite yet.

“Your name.” Vader said flatly, with a hint of demand.

This sent a jolt through you. You shot your gaze back to the sith, your hand gently clutching one of your tools, applying just enough strength to keep it from falling.

“P-pardon, my Lord?”

“Your name, mechanic. I wish to know your name.”

You licked your bottom lip hurriedly. You prayed that he couldn't notice your cheeks tint pink.

“It's (L/N), my Lord-”

“I know that, Miss (L/N). I wish to know your full name. Do not make me ask again.”

You almost burst out laughing. He had to be joking. This was the first time in years that someone had asked you for your first name. You were surprised that you even still remembered it.

“It’s… It’s (F/N), my Lord. (F/N) (L/N).”

Another pause from him, along with another long staring contest between the two of you. Was his breathing always this loud?

After an eternity, he spoke once more, “I have full faith in you, Miss (F/N) (L/N). It is not everyday I have the privilege to converse with one of your skill level and courage.”

With that, he was done. He stepped to the right, turned, and walked to the door, leaving without another look or word. You stared at the door for a long moment before looking at the floor, replaying the past events in your head, letting his words plague your mind over and over like a broken record.

Was that a compliment?

No, of course not, you had convinced a majority of yourself.

With a sigh, you climbed back up to the top of the broken TIE, seated on your perch again. You adorned your goggles once more, telling yourself just a little more before you retired for the night.

Little did you know, this was only the first interesting night of many to come.

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ayeforscotland · 4 years

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I’ve just invested in a new microphone setup so my dreams of starting a Scottish Independence ASMR OnlyFans could become a reality! But seriously it’ll make the audio quality better on YouTube and on streams.

This post is getting too long and there’s a wee voice in my head telling me to stop writing now so I’ll finish with cheers for checking the blog out, welcome all the new followers, feel free to introduce yourself either replying to this post or via an ask!

Cheers,

Aye

#ayeforscotland

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Here’s another filler chapter! I like how it turned out so I hope ya’ll do too! Enjoy.

AO3 Link

Scattered Cicadas - Chapter Twelve: Memory Proof

Tang learns a bit about the twins. Being in the same body as them might have something to do with that.

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Tang hid behind some debris in the ruined theater as he watched Macaque approach the shattered Shadow Lantern. He had been hoping to collect the pieces for himself to try and study the artifact’s ability to trap souls. The data he could potentially obtain from it would be priceless in trying to come up with a counter to his curse once he found it’s cause.

But just because they were intelligent, didn’t mean they had common sense. The amount of harebrained plots and ideas they had that blew up in their faces due to not thinking everything through was almost comical.

Abandoning his plan for now, Tang waited patiently for Macaque to leave so he could make his exit as well.

Suddenly the Mayor was there.

Tang tensed in his hiding spot as he watched the man taunt Macaque before surprising the monkey and grabbing him by the throat.

Tang’s pulse raced as he watched Macaque get captured with little effort.

Was this why they never saw Macaque again after these events? Did this happen in every cycle? Just how strong was the Mayor to be able to subdue the shadow demon so quickly?

He needed to get out of here.

Tang froze when he realized the Mayor had vanished without him noticing.

“Now what do we have here?”

Blinding white and blue pain flashed behind Tang’s eyes as he stumbled back. Gasping in panic he looked up to find the Mayor right in front of him, giving the scholar his trademark nonchalant smile.

“Can’t have you running off to spoil the end of the show for the others, now can we” the Mayor said as he held up the Shadow Lantern. “I do love a captive audience!”

Before Tang could react, the lantern was activated, and he knew no more.

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He was in the cave, thankfully. The voices called out in concern. The golden-yellow light wrapped around him.

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Tang awoke with a start, gasping in panic.

Damn that man!

He hadn’t been killed this time, but being a puppet for the Mayor until the cycle ended was just as unpleasant.

The more he learned about him, the more terrifying to Tang he became.

He would have to do his best to avoid him as much as possible from now on.

Once he got his breathing under control, Tang made his preparations for the day and began his remembering ritual.

It seemed this cycle was one where there were only a few changes. Everything seemed mostly the same except for two details.

The first was that Jin and Yin had been good friends with Mei for years, acting almost like older brothers for her.

The second was that this cycle had Fusion.

Tang groaned at this revelation.

There were many strange and weird magics and powers he had come across in the timelines, but Fusion was the most conflicting for Tang.

Fusion was a special ability where two or more beings would physically combine together into a new, more powerful being. The result was usually a much larger combination of the participants that mixed together their physical characteristics and often sported extra limbs and eyes. Whether the minds of the original beings remained separate or fused into a new personality as well as the permanence of the Fusion tended to be randomly determined like most things in these cycles.

The only constant was the need for absolute trust between all parties that fuse.

Fusion was an intimate process as you shared not just a body with someone else, but your mind as well. Thoughts and memories could not be hidden from a Fusion partner. It was an implicit sign of trust, and oftentimes love, to want to fuse with someone.

Forcing two unwilling beings to fuse was possible, but never went over well in Tang’s experience.

Tang didn’t dislike Fusion. It was an incredible experience the few times he had done so with either Pigsy or Wukong. He had never felt so close with anyone as he did when fused with them.

The problem was the curse.

Fusion required trust and the participants working in synchrony to function. His curse made it impossible for anyone except himself to know about it. When fused, his partners would become confused at the strange gaps in Tang’s mind they couldn’t perceive. The disorientation would destabilize the trust between them, causing them to fall out of sync, and result in the Fusion ending prematurely.

The questions he would receive were ones Tang couldn’t answer, and he was usually treated with suspicion and distrust for the remainder of those cycles. The same problem would occur if he refused to fuse at all, as that implied he didn’t trust anyone.

Luckily for Tang, he wasn’t in a romantic relationship with anyone this cycle and hadn’t fused with anyone yet. There was also a precedent this time for some people finding Fusion nauseating, so he could always fall back on that if pushed.

Hoping it wouldn’t even come to that, Tang left his apartment and made his way to work. He began to think of the second change as he walked.

Jin and Yin. The Gold and Silver Demon Brothers.

The two trouble makers loved to spread chaos wherever they went. Even during the rare occasions like now where they were allies. Schemes, pranks, and hijinks were to be expected whenever they were around.

The twins were smart. That was pretty much a given being the former lab assistants of Lao Tzu. Their talent in crafting magical items was impressive by mortal standards.

Tang had to admire their tenacity though. Their determination never faltered no matter how many failures they had. This was particularly handy when they were allies.

The twins’ self destructive tendencies usually got smoothed out whenever they befriended the group as well. Tang was genuinely surprised a few times by what they had managed to come up with when given a proper sounding board to help point out problems.

He may not consider Jin and Yin to be a part of his extended family, but Tang couldn’t help but have a soft spot for them. Perhaps, in time, he could include them. Maybe when their redemption became more common in the cycles.

But for now he was perfectly fine with just being their friend.

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The attack came without warning.

They had all been hanging out at Pigsy’s Noodles when multiple explosions went off across the city. Tang wasn’t sure what happened in all the confusion, but he was currently with Jin and Yin, the three of them separated from the others.

They had been trying to find everyone when the twins had suddenly pushed Tang away from them. There was a loud crashing sound and the air was filled with dust.

Coughing and waving away the dust, Tang stood and looked around. As the smoke began to clear, his heart dropped at what he saw.

“Jin! Yin!”

The twins were trapped under the rubble of a partially collapsed building. Jin’s entire left side was stuck under the debris while Yin was pinned from the waist down.

Neither demon had super strength and were completely helpless. They couldn’t even fuse to escape as they were just out of reach of each other and Fusion required contact.

Tang scrambled over the torn apart street and knelt next to the groaning brothers.

“G-go get help Tang,” Jin said, teeth clenched in pain. “We’ll be fine for now.”

“I am not leaving you two here,” Tang said, looking around for anyone to help, but the street was deserted.

“Come on, we’ll be right here when you come back,” Yin said with a strained smile. “I promise we won’t get up and leave.”

Before Tang could scold him for joking, there was another distant explosion followed by a rumbling sound. The three looked up in horror as the remainder of the building began to sway.

“Shit! Tang you need to leave now!” Jin pushed against the concrete trapping him, but made no progress.

Tang’s mind raced.

None of them were strong enough to push the rubble away. He had no time to go get help before the rest of the building fell. Jin and Yin couldn’t grab each other to fuse.

But he could.

Tang reached out and snatched up the hand of each twin.

“Fuse with me!”

“What?!”

“There’s no time! Fuse with me!”

Spurred on by the urgency of his voice, the twins closed their eyes and focused. Tang did the same and the world melted into gold, silver, and yellow light.

Fusing was always an indescribable experience. Tang felt warm as he felt his body stretch out and merge seamlessly with the twins’. He had no idea which physical traits would be picked from each of them, but their appearance was the least of his worries.

When they opened their eyes, they were standing several feet away from the pile of debris, just as the building began to topple.

“Shit! Go go go,” Jin said from their shared mouth.

They quickly dashed away from the area, their much taller stature allowing them to easily outpace the collapsing structure. Their new body didn’t feel strange in any way, and their combined movements came naturally.

‘Damn, I think my legs are broken,’ Yin said in their shared mind once they paused to take a breath. ‘We’ll have to keep this up until we get to a hospital and unfuse inside.’

‘Pretty sure some rebar had stabbed into my side so ditto on that,’ Jin added.

‘That might be a problem...’ Tang’s nervousness caused their stomach to twist.

‘What does that- Oh. Huh. That’s interesting.’ Jin explored the gaps he found in Tang’ mind with curiosity. ‘Hey Yin, take a look at this.’

‘Whoa. Trippy. Haven’t seen a memory-proof seal like this in a while.’ Yin poked at the spaces gingerly, not wishing to be caught completely in its effects.

‘Look at how big it is though,’ Jin said. ‘You are much older than I thought you were Tang.’

‘No, no, no. His body is definitely only 41 years old. So that means his mind is much older.’

‘Time travel?’

‘That usually has the person physically moving through time, so I doubt it.’

‘How are you two not disoriented by this,’ Tang said as they began to move towards the sounds of the explosions.

‘Should we be?’

‘Oh, yeah, I see what you mean,’ Jin said as he found the context for Tang’s confusion.

The demon didn’t vocalize it, but he projected how he found it interesting that he could get the knowledge on Tang’s past experiences with fusions without the full picture.

‘Oof. Forcefully unfusing and being treated as untrustworthy must suck,’ Yin said.

Tang was about to ask how they were being so unconcerned about this when the context came unbidden from their minds.

Lao Tzu had placed his own memory-proof seals on the twins to prevent them from revealing his secrets. They had to deal with it every time they fused.

Along with that knowledge came the feelings of the desperate need for approval and attention from their master, but never receiving it.

Always having their ideas dismissed. Being told their work was never good enough. Belittling their reliance on one another. Outright destroying their inventions at one point.

‘What an ass,’ Tang said vehemently.

He had worked too hard across the cycles to keep MK from drowning in his insecurities. It was insulting to him that someone he had once respected for their vast knowledge would ever treat anyone like that to make them feel this way.

‘I know, right?’

‘Why do you think we left,’ Jin said.

Tang sent over the context that, while he couldn’t tell them how, he had become an accomplished magician and artificer in his own right.

‘We’re going to make him regret ever dismissing you two,’ Tang vowed.

‘You… You want to take us on as students?’

Tang’s righteous protectiveness over how small Yin had sounded shocked the twins as they felt his warmth of comfort envelope them.

‘I would be honored to have you two as students. There is no way I’d ever let my family feel like they are unwanted.’

‘Family?’

Tang let the context for that free as well as the love he felt for his family, which now included his two new students.

They had to stop walking for a moment as Jin’s and Yin’s emotions caused them to start crying. Tang made sure to keep watch from his set of eyes while they were indisposed.

The joy and appreciation they sent his way in silent thanks was returned with his own.

‘Let’s get you two to a hospital.’ They continued to move once they had composed themselves. ‘I would never forgive myself if I let my favorite students perish from a simple collapsing building.’

‘Aren’t we your only students?’

‘Oi! And what do you mean by a “simple collapsing building''? Are you saying there are other ways you’d let us perish?!’

The master and his students bickered playfully back and forth as they looked around for a hospital that had been undamaged in the attack.

Tang may not have been expecting to add the twins to his family this soon, but he knew he wouldn’t regret it. How he felt for them would live on even past the memory erasing effects of the curse.

Jin and Yin returned the sentiment a hundredfold.

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And thus Tang’s family grows in numbers once more! He’s almost completed the whole set by now.

Fusions are an interesting concept and there are plenty of great designs for different combinations out there. While none of them show up in this chapter, I’d like to give a shout out to @winterpower98, @smallpwbbles, @sketchquill, and @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off for their amazing fusion designs! Go check them out!

Don't worry about that bit with the mayor. It's fine.

Next chapter will be another filler! Until then!

#Ink Writes #Monkie Kid #Scattered Cicadas #Tang #Jin #Yin #Lao Tzu #Fusions #Fusion #winterpower98 #smallpwebbles #sketchquill #ninja knox ur sox off #Tang Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid

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46-49 for the ask game 💗

46. ever gotten a really sweet compliment over a set?

YEAH!! i mean i read all the tags on my gifsets so i know if someone just said “pretty!” in the tags and that alone means a lot to me. but then sometimes people also send me direct asks to my inbox complimenting a set and i’m like. *laughs nervously* stop that lest i fall in love w you. uhh i honestly got incredibly overwhelmed last time this happened after i posted the triple rainbow set that’s pinned rn LOL. yall are so amazing and supportive it’s genuinely super heartwarming for me.

47. any advice for novice gif makers/people who want to start making gifs?

mm so vilma @maxguevra posted a nice lil post on this earlier this morning and imma just link hers.

but in addition to everything vilma said, i gotta be honest about patience and time being the best teacher. i think a lot of gifmakers are like under pressure to constantly create or may feel this way, but it’s genuinely okay to take a long time to make something and take the time to add in more complicated effects. idk how many times i’ve thought to myself that ppl on here complimenting me by saying like “i could never do that!” actually most definitely CAN bc they are wayyyyy more talented than me, it just might take a shitton of patience. my longest gifset took over a week and a half to make but it was worth it bc i learned a LOT.

also an underrated tip: program keyboard shortcuts!! it saves a lot of time. i literally gif with my left hand on the keyboard and right hand on the trackpad/mouse. i have keyboard shortcuts programmed or reprogrammed to better fit my hand and also bc for some reason ps 2021 didn’t keep a lot of the same shortcuts from the last version of ps i had, ps 2018. some good keyboard shortcuts to program or get familiarized with: duplicate layer, merge layers, group layers, transform layer, warp, convert to smart object, repeat last filter, undo, redo, select all, etc.

48. how would you describe your giffing style?

WELLL..... to me i don’t really have one. i guess i want to try a new style with every gifset i make? idk i’m always trying new things so it’s hard for me to say if i have a definitive style (yet).

however when i said this last week @nuntox was like “ur style is 100000000 layers” so idk make of that what u will.

49. how much would you say you’ve improved since you first started giffing?

GOD. LIKE. SO MUCH???

my first gif didn’t even loop. that’s how bad it was flkajsdlkjasd bc i took screenshots manually and then put them into a .gif file. i didn’t even have photoshop!!! obv i never posted it, i was just trying to make a gift for a friend. and even when i did get photoshop and learned how to gif properly, the gifs i made were really bad lol

gif making asks

i’ll get to the rest of these when i make more progress on this cursed assignment flaksjdklasjd

#the rage i felt when command-f stopped working in ps 2021 and i was like. NO!!! must reprogram #flkajsldkjkasdd i am a dumbass #anon #a #ps

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nairisdoesstuff · 4 years

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NAIRIS AMOR [TWST AU]

[Art for the time being]

ナイリス・アモール

Nairisu Amōru

Trickster (Rook)

Shrimp (Floyd)

Herbivore (Leona)

Biological information

Female

15 yr old

Capricorn

159cm

Gold

Black with one ruby red stripe

Philippines

Family

Niero Amor(twin brother)

Cecil Amor(big brother)

Ilios Amor(father)

Maria Amor(mother)

Nairis Amor is a magicless first year from the Ramshackle Dorm who was transported to Twisted Wonderland for an unknown reason with Grim. And has talent for making other work with each other (and a good therapist)

Appearance

Nairis is petite but somewhat muscular young-girl with brown skin who she describe as kayumanggi. She has long fluffy curly black hair that has three braids, two on on either side of her neck and one that goes around her head. Nairis has Gold eyes. With a scar running up he left cheek that almost reaches to her left eye.

Personality

Nairis' appearance usually comes of as soft and meek but how she acts can be quite different. She can be quite lax at times (when there's nothing to worry about) but she is overall responsible. She is emotionally mature for someone her age and tries to help and advice people in need. She's actually very cunning and can be often seen as a trickster especially with the people back on her world and often use her young appearance to lower peoples guard, but she usually use it for more noble deeds and take peoples feelings to account in her trickster escapades (though it may not look like it at first) . When she first arrived at NRC she was very reluctant on almost everything but the more she stays at NRC the more she opens up to them and her reactions to them now is more of like "you know those days where you're like, this might as well happen? " Very much the mom of the group if there is no mom in the group(does that make sense?) . At her worst she can be shut herself out and gets irritated easily. Overall she's a sweet introverted yet cunning girl who just wants to have friends and find her twin brother.

Trivia

• She is a Filipino more specifically Visayan/Cebuano

• her full name is Nairis Milagros Amor

• rly good artist

• her height is 159 cm

• she's 15 years old soon to be sixteen in Jan. 16

• Capricorn ♑

• she's scary when she's mad

• she goes by the hurt/insult my friends ill hurt you

• has called almost all of them Kuya though she pronounce it like k'ya the ku is almost silent

•her twin brother is actually in RSA and he is in the similar situation as her (he is describes as a somewhat gruffy person with a heart of gold and also a trickster runs more with his mind)

• Hates horror games but is tolerable to real life scare

• Is very good at multiple weapons and martial arts. She's actually attend martial arts events specifically Arnis and Taekwondo.

• very flexible it makes her a good dancer

• Also good at sword fighting and axe throwing

• even with all her martial and cunning feats that would probably make her part of either Savanclaw or Scarabia but she would most likely be in Pomefiore because she genuinely enjoys human biology and hence made her really interested in poisons and how it reacts with the human body.

• She likes to know how things or why things happen in a pin to the point level and likes to connect things together.

• Had huge phase where she was super interested on why boats sink and human/natural disasters documentary.

• Gets super hyped when she talks about the things she likes.

• Has never had a proper game console before so she was super happy to play with Idia

• usually the mediators or peace maker of the group and very understanding

•Very open minded and would like to know how people become the people they are

• also super into psychology

• has legit done criminal profiling like the one on criminal minds lol

• she doesn't know how to swim or more specifically she doesn't know hot to stay afloat in deep places

• prefers fluffy wholesome stuff

•can be quit emotional sometimes

•hate arguments especially with pointless insults

• can be sassy and blunt

• she can be straightforward

• sometimes acts dense but she really isn't.

• considers Vil as he role model

• for someone that can be as devoted to her friends as her she lacks confidence in herself especially what her friends think of her so she’ll be surprised if they actually show that they care for her (example is in scarabia when Ace and Deuce gave effort to help her).

• she has a copy of Crowley’s “Lash of Love” she only uses it in times of overblot or for self defense.

• is actually very empathetic.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst #info #Nairis Amor #twisted wonderland mc #OC #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #info chart #might add some more #im really forgetfull #im ganna edit this a lot

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Hii I’m an artists who needs help selling online so Im not a starving artist. Pls help

Hello!

Selling online advice... kind of really depends on what you’re looking to sell. There are certain markets that are really saturated, but if you get a leg in you can really succeed. There are some that are all but dead, and you get stragglers every once in a while but it’s mostly your friends XD. There are some that aren’t even a thing yet, and you have the chance to be the first to really get selling in that niche. So, it’s kind of hard to give general advice because it really depends on what things you want to sell. I can give some examples, though.

Pins: A saturated market, but if you’re doing something original you can break in pretty well. A lot of out-of-pocket cost and risk if you don’t know for sure that you have buyers, especially your first time. It also runs a risk of a bad pin-make depending on who you go with, as mistakes happen, and more and more companies are popping up claiming to be the ‘cheapest’ when they’re really just making poor quality pins. I’ve seen great success for first-time and returning pin artists with kickstarters, though! It’s a great way to get the money and orders together in a way that you know will make the order worth the cost, and give you and idea of who’s interested and might come back for another round. I highly recommend doing the research for pin companies, and taking a look at how some folks run Pin Patreons. (A heads up: most pin makers will not tell you who they work with to get them made. They’re kind of secretive about it.)

Stickers: Another market that seems saturated, until you take a closer look and realize that there’s so many unique designs out there and styles of stickers. This is another one where you have to be careful who you print with, if you aren’t printing at home, and if you order before you know you have the sales and interest. It’s another one where people make Sticker Clubs at certain Patreon levels to make it interesting and collect a certain amount of buyers that you’re sure will cover the cost. (you might want to avoid Sticker Mule, they have bad connections to racist stuff etc.)

Pillows and dolls: A little less crowded of a market, and a lot of room for originality and growth. It’s a LOT of work, though, if you’re doing the sewing and stuffing yourself. If you’re ordering dolls or pillows stuffed and printed with a company, be aware that the cost is HIGH! People will probably complain about how much you have to charge for them. You have to be sure you have those orders and the money to start, which means Kickstarters are another great way to do plushy/doll/pillow selling.

Art prints: relatively easy market, especially since it’s 100% your art just printed out lol. Finding a good printer and good prices is a little not fun, but it’s a great way to get income while working on stuff you enjoy and not always catering to custom stuff or marketing. This is a good idea to have on the side of other marketing stuff, for fans or friends who really want to hang your artwork in their home. :)

Custom products: This can be a saturated market, if only because there’s tons of companies offering custom things like bags and shirts and stuff and anyone can slap something on a shirt now and charge $40. One good trick is to have a unique collection or style of things, or a theme. (Ex: Pokémon themed, witches, cats, plants, etc,) The other thing is finding the right printer for these products. There are a few companies to avoid, so it’s a good idea to type company names into google and add ‘reviews’. You’ll see a lot of shady practices, sometimes also companies outright supporting groups or people you don’t agree with or want anything to do with. Also, a huge number of these companies are in Hong Kong or China, so be aware that the shipping times are much longer than local places, and even longer due to COVID at the moment. Another huge part of this is how custom are you going. Are you drawing custom body pillows? Or are you selling body pillows you already designed? Once you get into doing custom commissioned products, pricing needs to go UP! Think of the time spent, not just the cost of the product being printed!

Books/comics/zines:

Augh. Okay, so be very careful with printers here. Be careful of your rights, be careful of the rights of fan works and the rules of certain printers. In this case, there’s a lot of options, but the prices vary a LOT. So another case of doing a lot of research, and being ready to drop a large chunk of money for that order. (Again, Kickstarter is a good way to get things going.) For printing, remember CMYK! Edge bleeding! Page layouts! (Also maybe avoid Ka-blam)

Okay, so those are some examples of things to sell and such, now where to sell... Augh. Etsy is great for a lot of reasons, and bad for a lot of reasons. 80% of my sales on Etsy are through Etsy itself. Barely anyone follows links to my store from anywhere else, and most of the traffic to my store is directly from people searching for stuff on Etsy. This is great exposure to buyers, but it comes with some... problems. There’s a lot of junk on Etsy, and a 99% chance someone is selling the thing you want to sell for cheaper and it’s not even custom or anything like that. It’s a weird market. The other side of it is Etsy takes a pretty good chunk of change from each sale, each listing, each re-listing, etc. so that’s something you have to take into consideration. But they also let you print/buy shipping labels through them, which can make organization of orders much easier.

An alternative is Storenvy, which has similar problems but is a different type of market. It’s actually a little harder to sell on there in the way Etsy sells. You’re more likely to make sales through a link, it seems.

There’s other online shop options that let you keep your sales with no selling fees, but a lot of them... cost money to get the website so.

I’m sorry if this isn’t really helpful, but it really depends on what you’re planning to sell and where. Things like Patreon clubs and kickstarters can be helpful, but also require a lot of preparation of information, prices, what you’re going to offer, etc. Online stores can be a little easier to set up, but also require you to either have stock ready or be ready to ‘make to order’. So, it’s not super easy to start, but once you get going it can be really rewarding. :)

#selling #artist sales #Batwynn talks #good luck!#let me know if you have more questions #or specific ideas #or any help really

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powygon-uwu · 4 years

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Tagged by @chaoticwhiteboys, questions by @lesbianhalforc

Introduce yourself! (name, age, pronouns if you like, etc.)

I go by J on here and sometimes irl, I’m a minor, he/him

Where are you from (if you’re comfortable answering)?

Ohio. Its not as bad as it sounds tho.

How did you get into Polygon?

Got recommended Unraveled ep 1 on YouTube, haven’t looked back since

Who’s your favorite group (cyberpunk crew, overboard regulars, gill & gilbert (as a general duo), etc.)?

This one’s a toughie. Maybe Cyberpunk? or maybe just Pat and anyone...

What Polygon series have you been into recently?

Well I’ve been rewatching the Jackbox videos, so those

Fave Cyberpunk overboard character?

My dude Burger Chainz!

Fave Unraveled?

Skyrim Book Report, closely followed by the Perfect Pokerap

Favorite Polygon moment/meme/in-joke?

Piss Constable maybe?

A random series of theirs that you just think is... neat?

Devs Make Mario. I know it doesn’t have any actual Polygon people in it, but I really enjoy seeing how different game devs approach game creation. Also I’m a sucker for Mario Maker.

Three fun facts about yourself (be they related or completely unrelated to Polygon)

oh god ok uhhh none of these are gonna be super fun but i’m gonna use this as my pinned post to show more about me so i dont have like two paragraphs in my bio so

1. I’m bi but I’m only out to a few people irl

2. My favorite type of game is ‘indie’ (i know that’s vague)

3. I love The Magnus Archives and idk why so many Polygon blogs also like tma but I’ve made it my mission to find out

Tag a couple people

oh god uhh @anyplant, @bath-tub-up-you-up, @cinnamon-shakes, and @manhattan-gamestop since somehow nobody’s tagged them yet.

#polygon

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the-quiet-carrotcake · 5 years

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Evil Author Day! 2020

I decided to contribute some wips to this beautiful day!

Reminder that they may never be finished :)

Here are my humble offerings:

Batman fandom

Warnings for dark themes, swearing, creepiness, inapropriate humor, sarcasm

1.Au "With This Ring"

Nightwing is closest when Babs issues the notice. 20 minutes after they lost contact with Red Robin, he arrives at the scene. Dresses thrown around like confetti, suspicious tears and stains on them. He carefully makes his way inside, noting the signs of forced entry. Inside the shop, a chaos of mannequins parts and broken furnitures greet Nightwing but what makes his heart drop is a single mannequin on the pedestal in front of the mirrors, Red Robin's cape messily draped over it. It is visibly damaged and worst, dripping in fresh paint of familiar garish colors with a piece of paper pinned with a knife through the neck. N doesn't register himself moving until he has the paper in his hands. A message written in a too familiar and hated script. Joker. Joker has his baby brother and he is going… He's gonna…

"-twing! Respond! Nightwing answer me!"

Footsteps coming from the back.

"Oracle, I'm at the location. Whoever was here, they escaped through the sewers. There's footprints leading to the basement. Found one of Red's gloves. Access the plans and possible- I have visual on Nightwing."

2. Animal transformation au

A not so abandoned part of a factory on the edge of an old industrial zone. Creepy, a health and safety hazard, there's even a couple of traps! How lovely! Reminds me of my childhood home… oopsy there Ader! Shoulda watch where you walk! Hehe… Oh, somebody shut him up! We're on a schedule here! If the Doc's here, he knows we coming now. Bah! One surprise ruined, lots more to come!

"You! Take a camera and film around the place! Such opportunities!! The angles. Don't forget the angles! Dolly Sisters, go with him. And be discreet. We don't want bats in our belfry too soon, do we? Hehehe"

"The brat's still out? Good. Okie doo. Let's meet the maker!"

"Good evening Doc! We rang."

"I heard. Interesting doorbell… Like a dying man..."

"Why! Thank you! Now. We don't have an appointment, tight schedule and all. But I'm sure you can squeeze us in."

The doc look at the group, spotting what appears to be the Robin bound and unconscious in one of the thugs arms.

"You brought your own subject for my studies?"

"Of course we came with presents! What kind of maniac do you take me for?"

Going to a file cabinet, taking out a binder with the list of choices available and putting it on a rickety table with a flickering old lamp, the man motion them to come take a look.

"Hmm. Do you have a preference?"

Joker make a show of looking at the pages, fussing here, cooing there, until, grin widening, he puts his finger on a line.

"You know what Doc? The brat's a bore, worse than his babysitter! Never heard him laugh! It's heartbreaking."

"Oh yes yes. I have something you might like. Please, follow me this way."

They follow the doc into another crumbly room, repurposed into a makeshift lab with a refrigerated cabinet full of vials, a sturdy table with straps and a reinforced large animal carrier in close to it. Further, through door shaped hole in the far wall, glimpses of cages shining dully in the dim light. It looks like veterinarian kennels, mostly large ones, some were even on wheels. They could see fingers and what looks like claws peeking through the wiring.

"Got lots of guinea pigs there Doc?"

"The change cause less stress and has more survival chances if the subject is young. Of course it depends of the size and animal wanted." Eyeing one of the bulkier thugs. "I haven't try the… bigger ones yet. Cow, rhino...maybe walrus."

3. Semi immortal Jason au "The Lives Of Jay"

Hood walk back to his safe house, because his motorbike ain't where he stashed it, after a rough night in the Narrows. No hood or mask on his face, but with the amount of ashes he's covered in, there's almost no risk of exposures. Clothes singed, burn to a crisp in certain places, he mourns the lost of his weapons, his boots and his favorite jacket. Finally arrived at his safe house, making a beeline for the bathroom. Shower time! Sweet hot water washing away the grime.

It's after his shower, with a towel around his waist, that Jason realize the state of the safe house, there's dust on certain places and a couple dirty take outs boxes on the kitchen counter, with the coffee machine almost shining out of the mess.

Fuck, did it happened again? How long has it been? Maybe he can play it off, say he had an urgence with the Outlaws?

A beep/alarm from his laptop on the coffee table (that he did not left there) caught his attention.

"Hood?" Even with the electronic filter, Jason could pick up that Babs was shaken and hesitant? Shit. He must have triggered a sensor they put there. Okay, play it cool.

"O. What's up?" Now that sounds just like an idiot.

"Heard rumors there was a big building fire in your neck of the woods. With you in it."

Shit

"Just some trigger happy idiots in a room with explosives. Big company with no scrupules likely. Families were in the building. Hey, I must have been knocked out by a beam or something, are the families ok?"

"Yeah, Hood, the Wayne foundations took care of them, they're ok."

There's at least that.

"Jason?"

That's not good.

"Spill, what's going on?"

"The fire had been really bad. We looked for you. All B found was blood, lots of blood and your helmet, melted. And before you lie to me, your friends haven't seen you in months. Care to explain what happened?"

Oh shit-fuck. Oh this was bad. He had to get out of Gotham, right now.

Quick before- How long has he been talking to Babs? Crap. He doesn't want to, but Jason will run with just the damn towel on him if he has to.

"Jay?" Oh not Babybird, but better than the Bat, or Grayson.

Turning to the window with the fire escape outside, he sees Red Robin climbing in.

"Uhm. Hey Red."

The glare he received gives him an idea of how much shit he's in.

"First off, go put some clothes on. And please don't try to run away. The others have been notified, I was closest."

"Ok ok, while I change, can you explain to me why my place looks like a dumpster?"

"Yeah, I'm working a case, or half a dozen, trying to cover your territory. It's been a rough couple of months, you know?"

That has Jason freeze. "Months? Really?"

"Yeah man. So, as much as you don't want to, we are going to the Manor."

"Whoa wait a min-"

"No, Jason. We're going. And if you try to run, remember, we all have supers and speedsters on call. Come on man, there's something going on with you and we need to know what."

"Dude I just got home after climbing out of burned ruins and walking in disintegrated boots. I'm tired, hungry and not in the mood to see B or Dick right now."

"That's good then, because Bruce is out with the JL and Dick's in 'haven, Damian with him, O made sure the alarm didn't reach them."

"You're welcome" The computer chirps.

"Come on Jay. Alfred needs to see you."

Cheater, taking him by the sentiment.

"Low blow. But alright. How we go?"

"My bike's not far, yours at the Cave."

"What?!"

"Bruce has trouble letting go, you know?"

"I'd prefer it if had been stolen instead."

4."The Distraction"

Assassins surrounding Tim, being less and less subtle, encircling their prey as the bird is making his way through less populated areas.

"The Master is demanding your presence."

"How can he be so interested in an american?"

"One as bothersome as him?"

"Hey! I'm not happy by the situation either, ok?"

"You know better than question the will of The Demon."

"Didn't I kicked your asses before?"

"The Cradle."

"So mixing business and pleasure then."

The Master orders are to bring you to him. He did not specified the condition he wants you in.

"Wow. This is getting a bit serious. And my communications are blocked, of course."

Of course. You understand how we operate. Now, will you accompany us without resistance or will you have us dragging your broken corpse to the Master?

5. "Magic gives Batman a headache"

"B. We have a situation"

"What happened?"

"Well, Im hoping for an hallucination but I got evidences of it actually happening."

"Nightwing"

"Okay, here goes: Hood and Red have been kidnapped by a magic user in a Disney princess costume."

"..."

"B"

"Red Hood and Red Robin have been kidnapped? By a magic user?... Dressed in a princess costume?"

"Yup. Come to think of it, I think the guy was dress as Snow White."

"A man in a Snow White costume has kidnapped your brothers?"

"Yup. I got video footage"

"Come back to the Cave, I'll contact Zatanna. Alfred? I'm gonna need something stronger than coffee"

#evil author day #cake's thinking

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Glass Roses ~ Chapter 19

Oh, two updates in one day? Has Hell frozen over? Are pigs flying? No, Rosie is just really bored and weirdly inspired so here ya go, ya filthy animals

Adrienette ~ Lukagami ~ DJWifi/Alynino ~ Chlobrina ~ Tom x Sabine ~ a dash of Julerose ~ Platonic Marigami ~ Platonic Chloinette ~ Platonic Alynette ~ Gabriel x death, because he deserves it

Hand in hand, Adrien and Marinette pushed the kitchen doors open.

“Surprise!” Sabine was standing in the middle of the room holding a small chocolate cake with number candles spelling out ‘18’ and Tom was beside her with a noise maker between his lips and a party popper in his hands. “Happy early birthday, Adrien!”

Sabine carefully placed the cake on one of the polished steel benches beside her as Tom pulled the string on the party popper and sent a small stream of confetti flying over the two teens with a resounding pop.

“Happy birthday, son,” Gently squeezing Adrien’s shoulder, Tom took the noise maker out of his mouth with a broad, sincere smile. “Mari said that chocolate cake was your favourite so Sabine and I whipped one up for you, Marinette did the decorating.”

“Thank you guys so much,” Allowing Marinette to pull him over to the cake, Adrien’s smile was so broad that his cheeks hurt.

“You’re not forgetting us, are you?” Whipping his head around so quickly his neck cracked, Adrien turned to face Nino, Alya, Chloe, and Kagami as they four of them descended the stairs down into the kitchen. Wrapping Adrien into a hug, Nino squeezed his best friend and lifted him off the ground. “You’re practically geriatric now, man!”

“Ah, thanks, Nino,” Squeezing his best mate back, Adrien reciprocated the force of Nino’s hug despite his feet not being on the ground. “Can you put me down now?”

“Sorry,” Releasing Adrien and putting him down, Nino clapped him on the back gently before ruffling the blonde boy’s hair. “Happy birthday, bro.”

“How did-,” Before he could finish his question Kagami answered for him.

“Were you aware that Chloe could drive because I was not prior to today,” Playing with the end of her ponytail, Chloe looked sheepish as all eyes turned to her as Kagami finished her comment. “Honestly, I’m surprised we’re not dead, she drives like a maniac.”

“‘Gami, you were wearing two out of the three seatbelts in the back,” Chloe sounded completely exasperated, rolling her eyes as Alya’s rich laugh echoed around the kitchen.

“Can we let Adrien look at his cake, guys?” Putting on a joking pout, Mari’s voice cut through the conversation seamlessly.

“I’m allowed to take photos of the cake before he cuts it, right?” Pulling her phone out of her pocket, the small ladybug charm on the edge of her phone case swinging slightly as she did, and gestured toward the cake with it, Sabine lighting the candles.

“Yes please,” Grinning, Marinette pushed Adrien toward the cake slightly as their friends moved to gather around the now glowing cake. The cake was beautifully decorated with pale green frosting in swirls and whorls that were stunning and intricate. Launching into singing happy birthday, Tom switched the lights off so the lit candles illuminated Adrien’s face. Phone out, Alya was recording the singing while she joined in at a lower pitch, so as not to ruin the recording.

Once Adrien had blown the candles out, Tom switched the lights back on as Sabine began cutting the cake and distributing pieces out to the group of teens on small porcelain plates. This might just be the best birthday Adrien had ever had.

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With the Dupain-Cheng’s settled in the kitchen; Marinette, Alya, Chloe, and Kagami set up in the guest house across the lawn from the main estate; and Nino in the room next door to Adrien, preparations were more than underway for Adrien’s 18th birthday celebration the next day. Gabriel had arrived at some point in the middle of the afternoon but Adrien still had yet to see him, not that he was missing his father that much when he was surrounded by people who actually cared about him. Warm and comfortable in his bed, Adrien tucked away the memories he’d made today beside the happy ones he’d made in the past few weeks before drifting peacefully off to sleep.

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Waking up at the crack of dawn the next day to find Nino snoring in the bed beside him, Adrien stretched out his arms and felt his shoulders, wrists and elbows all pop in succession. Unsure of how and when Nino had found his way into the bed, the blonde boy flicked his best friend in the face repeatedly until, with a loud yawn, Nino came to consciousness.

“Bro, what the fuck?” Rolling over to face Adrien with bleary eyes, Nino frowned at him.

“How did you get here?”

“Door,”

“Okay, cool, why are you here?”

“‘S cold in my room and weirdly massive. The girls all get to share the guest house and they’re even sharing a room, got lonely, ya know?”

“So now you’re in my room?”

“Yeah, I’m going back to sleep now,” Nino immediately dropped back into unconsciousness, his snoring beginning all over again.

“You are the weirdest fucking person, Nino Lahiffe, but I’m happy you’re in my life,”

Nino made some form of unintelligible groaning noise before rolling over and almost off the bed.

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Sitting in the main common room of the guest house, the group tried to flesh out a plan for tonight for how they’d go about getting Nooroo away from Gabriel. Luka had arrived not too long ago, Juleka and Rose having come with him but somewhere off exploring the grounds together before more and more people started to arrive for the big celebration tonight. The Kwamis were out in the open, Plagg munching on some camembert while all the other Kwamis stayed as far away from him and his stinky cheese as possible.

“We could use Trixx’s illusion?” Elbows braced on her knees, Kagami tilted her head slightly and looked toward Alya, the other girl currently writing stuff down in a notebook that was balancing on her thigh rather precariously. “Make it look like Ladybug and Chat Noir have arrived, Mr Agreste will try to go after them but we instead follow him to wherever he’s keeping Nooroo, subdue Mr Agreste and take the miraculous?”

“It could work, but there’s always the worry of the illusion dropping before we’re ready,” Leaning back against the chair Marinette was curled in behind him, Adrien furrowed his brow and rubbed his palm across the side of his face. “But we haven’t really come up with anything else have we?”

“If all else fails, we’ve got my second chance,” Luka picked at the chipping black polish on his nails with a slight frown. “Rewind, try again.”

Face palming, Chloe let out a laugh. “I can’t believe we forgot about Luka’s rewind, guys, it’s seriously the most useful power out of all of us, excluding Alya’s illusion that is. The illusion is super helpful,”

“I guess that’s the plan then, Trixxie and I will make it look like Ladybug and Chat Noir have arrived, and when Gabriel runs off, Mari, Adrien and Nino will follow and get Nooroo. Luka and Chloe will stay in the main area with the guests, Luka primed to rewind if we need to and Chloe with her stinger. Kagami, I’m super sorry about this but you’re going to need to be our support. Don’t transform unless it’s super necessary, I don’t think things are going to get really bad but if they do, we’re going to need you to get all the guests out and to safety before you come back and fight with us,” Closing her notebook with a snap, Alya dropped it to her side and sighed, looking at Kagami with an apologetic frown. “Once we’ve got Nooroo, Mari brought the miraculous box with her, we’ll put him in the box and Luka’ll drive it back into Paris and put it in the agreed upon safe spot.”

“Sounds good,” Chloe had gotten up off the floor at some point while Alya was talking and moved over to one of the covered windows, pushing the gauzy white curtains aside slightly so she could look outside for a moment. “We should wrap up ‘cause there’s stuff goin’ on outside and we don’t want Nathalie coming in here to find us talking superhero stuff. She still doesn’t know, does she, Adrien?”

“Nah, she doesn’t but Chlo is right, we should wrap up because I’m gonna get called into the house soon for god knows what and we all need to start getting ready for tonight,”

“Bro, what’re you talking about? Why do we need to get ready so early?” Frowning, Nino looked at Adrien confused.

“It’s mainly the girls that’ll need time to get ready but it’ll also take time to do Luka’s hair,” Luka glared at Adrien after he’d made the comment. “But we should get going because I know that Mari has some finishing touches to make to Chloe’s dress and that Chloe is going to need as much space as humanly possible to do everyone’s makeup because, god knows, she owns more makeup than it should be possible to own.”

“Thanks, Adrien,” Chucking a nearby pillow at Adrien, Chloe’s mouth formed a grin as she saw someone approaching the guest house. “Sabby is here, so are Juleka, Rose and Mylene, so you boys might want to skedaddle before this place turns into the salon of your nightmares.”

“Alright, we’re going,” Getting up off the floor, Nino kissed Alya’s temple before offering his hand to Luka to help the dark haired boy up. “Don’t kill each other, girls.”

“We won’t,” Kagami’s smile was something akin to sinister as her eyes met Nino’s and held for much longer than he would’ve liked them to. “Now get out before we kill you.”

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“Alright, Chloe, come on out,” Marinette slipped the pincushion off her wrist carefully, so as not to stab herself with any of the pins stuck in it or knock any loose and scattering to the carpeted ground. “You look amazing, as usual, but you need to show everyone!”

Alya, Sabrina, Juleka, Rose, Mylene, and Kagami were sitting around the room in various states of dress, Alya attempting to line Rose’s eyes without her hand shaking as the small blonde girl hummed along to some song playing in her head. All of them were waiting to see how Chloe looked in the dress Mari had made for her before the most makeup adept of all of them (Chloe) could help them finalise their looks.

“Alright, I’m coming,” Stepping out of the room hesitantly, Chloe lifted the skirt of her dress slightly (it was longer than it looked but she also wasn’t wearing her heels yet so she wasn’t too worried) and emerged fully into the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the abundant windows of the guest house. Resplendent in the most beautiful shade of yellow silk the girls had ever seen, Chloe’s hair and skin glowed like pure gold as the silver jewellery ornamenting her sparkled. Hugging her hips snugly and falling to the floor in a small pool of shimmering fabric, a long slit cut up to just above her knee and the bodice cut into a long triangle that showcased her delicate collarbone and the sides of her carefully taped breasts, gossamer sleeves hung off her shoulders in fragile ribbons that split (a bit like her skirt) at her elbows and drifted down to her thighs. A chain belt was wrapped around her slim waist, small lengths of it hanging down before connecting back up to the belt itself. “So, how do I look?”

“Y-you look…” Sabrina was at a loss for words as she looked at her girlfriend with the most star-struck eyes Marinette had ever seen. “Incredible.”

“Damn, Mari, you did a good job!” Moving over to Marinette’s side, Alya slung her arm over her best friend’s shoulder and grinned. “You look like a goddess, Chlo.”

“Alya, what did you do to Rose’s face!” Jaw dropping, Chloe flew across the room to Rose’s side and immediately began wiping the black smudging around her eyes away with a cotton pad. “You’re meant to line her eyes, not colour them in!”

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