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[somniabyte]

about me:

minor (17)

neurodivergent

my labels will be unspecified unless asked directly

it/she/that pronouns (he/him can be used if using multiple pronouns within the context)

i am generally nameless; if you need to refer to me by name, somnia or somniabyte are ok.

other blog(s): @garden-of-flags

boundaries:

very open to requests!! (list of what i’ll do: link here)

no specified dni but will block if I need to.

don't involve me in discourse.

please use tone tags

I reserve the right to refuse asks if they make me uncomfortable (extreme nsfw, racist, a-phobic, etc.)

send as many asks as you want!

pretty please let me know if anything in my blog can be reformatted to be more accessible! (but please be specific)

i love love love “spam” rb/likes/interaction

i love being on tag lists!! i only interact/like with ones that describe me tho

art credit:

pfp probably by iryna khort.

banner by chris long.

[r0semultiverse]

Uncle Dave Strider Taxidermy Corpse Sprite Rip & Edits

Give credit if used/reposted! 😎

🎉 Bonus Dave taxidermy with his shades! 🎉

[hiphopcherrrypop]

i read ao no flag yesterday + quickly redraw this with lava immediately afterwards.. posting now bc i forgor last night 👍

[hoodwinkeddotcom]

okay sooo i wanna change this bi flag from my rh room because its made up a bunch of little poster papers instead of one big decal and i think its making me lag but im SO PROUD OF IT it look like an hour to make i dont wanna change it...

[winterdeepelegy]

Vanilla Gpose Tips

I get asked occasionally how I make my screenshots if I'm not using shaders or mods. The short answer: Patience. Gpose's suite of tools is a lot more robust than it used to be when it was first released. But if you want a screenshot to really shine without using third party add-ons, it's not something you can just go into gpose, take a printscreen and get back out. You might capture a moment with nice lighting that way, but it takes more than that. 1. Choosing a location and time of day is job one. What kind of mood are you trying to convey? Does your intended screenshot have a theme (or a prompt?) or are you just looking at your new glam and marveling at how fine your character looks in it? Does a lighter or darker setting suit the character better? Setting, time of day, and weather can affect this. 2. You can stop time and weather from changing. I keep this on by default because it can take upwards of 30 minutes IRL to fine tune a screenshot. The middle button below. Make sure it's highlighted.

3. Toggle battle effects on/off. It's the button right next to the time/weather stop, the icon of the guy holding the sword. If the icon is highlighted as it is in the screenshot, your battle effects are on. If you want to capture pure motion and not worry about battle effects, turn this off. 4. Wet effect. Use it, use it, use it. It doesn't just make clothes look wet and make skin glossy, it actually helps to bring out texture and detail on the character's outfit. Especially since the graphics updates in 7.1. I've found it also adds shine to hair and can help the eyes stand out more.

5. Sticker Mode. Yes, there are oodles of cute minion stickers, flags, and numbers, but there are also some great effects to be found in the Decorations category! Sparkles and twinkles, lens flare, among other things can help enhance metallic points on a glamour, AND they can be resized! So if you want a more subtle twinkle on the edge of your spectacles or earrings, you can tilt and downsize your desired sparkle. There are also cute flowers and hearts. 6. Quick Keys. If you're playing on a keyboard, the 1 on your top number row freezes the screenshot. This is extremely helpful if you're trying to catch a battle emote right at a specific moment. If you miss it, keep trying because emotes will continue to cycle until you change them. R and Scroll Lock will both hide/unhide the gpose controls. X will turn on lighting. Space Bar will toggle your character to stop them from facing the camera and vice versa. 7. Lighting Intensity is Dependent on Distance. The closer you're zoomed in on your character, the brighter the light is going to be when you turn it on. Try adjusting your zoom in or out and toggling the light to see if the illumination is to your liking. You can also adjust the RGB on the lights to fit the mood/environment. I also recommend turning on Manual Brightness. 8. Color Filter and Screen Effect. These two features, in my opinion, require the most patience. Not every color filter and screen effect will work well together in every scenario. Click through and preview all of them in your screenshots and see if some SE's work better with your preferred CF. You might find an unexpected combination that you love. Trailer and Echo color filters are great for flashbacks (no one uses Aetherometer, it's an eye bleeder). Use the Pencil or one of the monochrome CFs and Noise 2 SE to create a nice black and white film or photo effect. 9. Frames. Frames are one of the more limited features and not always needed in order to capture a great screenshot. Action poses benefit from the Cinema frames, however, while more lighthearted moments play well with the photo options.

10. Emotes. Before you enter Gpose, be sure to /groundsit to clear your most recent emotes. Summoning mounts and minions also count as emotes for the sake of Gpose. By the same token, you can use battle abilities before entering Gpose, and this is what it will cycle through. You can't activate a battle ability while IN Gpose. You will have access to all of your non-battle emotes and facial expressions, though. You can combine any emote with any facial expression by choosing the action first, and expression second, so you can /prettyplease and /awe at the same time to make your character look hilariously horrified. If you enter Gpose with an active battle ability, you can still apply a facial expression to it from within the tool. 11. Bits and Bobs. Enable Manual Focus and Depth of Field will help bring out the details of the background more, and will help to make a more cohesive screenshot. Manual Focus is great if you want your character in the frame, but you want to shift the focus elsewhere, to an object or another person in the background for example. In the same menu where you'll find emotes, click the second eye button to "Track Camera". Your character's eyes will follow the position of the camera. Lastly, again, have patience. Allow yourself time to play with all the tools Gpose has to offer. You're probably not going to get the winning screenshot after clicking Printscreen just one time, you should take multiple shots from different angles with different lighting and effects, then compare them all and pick the ones you like best. And remember, even if it's the true endgame, it's not a competition. Your screenshots are not "worse" or "boring" just because you're not using third party tools. I look forward to seeing what you create, and you should too.

[thlayli-ra]

Can you make some Drew McIntyre Pride/drawing icons? Pls

It's only taken me a year but I've finally made them!

Feel free to save, resize and use however you want! I'll also happily accept requests for any Pride flags I've missed - just get in touch! 😘🏳️‍🌈

[simplypluraldesigns]

Hey, good news to anon a while back that asked about resizing images on sp! I got ya now!

All you gotta do is after the image url before closing the parentheses add # and the size range you want.

Example of 80x80 vs original

(I grabbed the first image link I could so don't mind my xenogender flag there)

And the code for the image:

Hope this makes some of yall happy!

[rekos-graphic-hoard]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗⇢⋙ Sonic pride icons.

↳ ── .✦ 200 x 200 px , png.

﹒⊂-͟͟͞☆—‣ Feel free to request more flags or resizes. ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

[aatamixx]

Angelarcher

A xenogender in the genderarcher system connected to angels and archery, and / or angels who are archers.

(The first image was made using the template, and the second is a resized version meant to match the resolution of my other flags.)

[b2motes]

some pride flag recolors resized itty bitty

[somniabyte]

re-sized neutric flag

[ PT: re-sized neutric flag /End PT ]

original flag by @/dream-sans-mogai:

[ ID: a flag with three even horizontal stripes, in order they are: green, white, and green. in the center of the flag is a blue flower symbol. /End ID ]

(post link here)

my re-sized flag:

[ ID: a flag with three even horizontal stripes, in order they are: green, white, and green. in the center of the flag is a blue flower symbol. /End ID ]

this is for a post on my other blog

[christopherisfoive]

Static Between Stars

Pairing:Jedi!Han x f!Engineer!Reader (Star Wars AU)

Word count: 2.5k

a/n: originally this header was a gif and it was amazing but I couldn't resize it so here we are....self indulgence.

“Somewhere in the galaxy, a war still raged. But for a brief moment, in a forgotten station beneath a bitter sky, a Jedi and an engineer had stopped fighting. And maybe that was enough. For now.”

The distress call shouldn’t have come.

Your station wasn’t on any chart used by the Republic or the Resistance—and certainly not the Jedi. Varnis-4 was known only to the First Order and the unfortunate souls who got assigned there.

It wasn’t a planet. Not really. It was a rotating graveyard.

Varnis-4 had no real cities, no breathable atmosphere, and no strategic value beyond the secrets buried beneath its crust. The surface was covered in dust that clung to everything—clothes, skin, machines—and heat that soaked into your bones until even metal groaned under it.

The sky was permanently hazed with chemical ash, tinting the horizon in shades of muted red and burnt orange. Storms didn’t announce themselves. They rose like ghosts, loud with static and dry lightning, capable of frying entire relay towers in seconds.

You’d been stationed here for nearly eight months. Alone.

There were rotation teams, in theory. Maintenance crews that would fly in to check your progress, resupply your tools, and inspect the sealed sectors you monitored for command. But in practice, those visits had slowed. Then stopped.

Now, it was just you.

And the silence.

Which made the distress call all the more impossible.

It appeared on your console with no fanfare, no coded encryption—just a high-frequency ping. Something primitive. Desperate. Outside protocol.

You should have flagged it. Marked it for inspection. Let the static swallow it again.

Instead, you traced it.

And something in your gut shifted the moment you did.

The hoverbike stuttered beneath you as you pushed it across the canyon ridge, its engine coughing against the grit in the wind. You hadn't used it in weeks—there hadn't been a reason—but your hands moved instinctively, guiding it toward the signal.

The coordinates led you past the edge of your regular patrol range, where even your automated turrets went dark. The air here was thinner, and the terrain was fractured—old mining scars that had never fully healed.

And then you saw it.

A smear of metal carved into the landscape. Smoke curling into the haze. Whatever had gone down, it had come in too fast, with no stabilizers and no support.

You killed the engine and approached on foot, blaster drawn.

The ship was a single-seater. Scorched. Half-buried in stone. Its wings were snapped, the cockpit cracked open from the impact. You stepped over twisted hull plating, boots crunching against glass.

Then he moved.

Just a shift—a groan, low and ragged, from the shadow of the cockpit.

You saw the edge of his face first. Ash-streaked. Bleeding from his temple. His robe—if that’s what it was—hung off his shoulder in tatters. He coughed once and tried to sit up, hand pressed weakly to his side.

And in his other hand—

A lightsaber.

Your blood ran cold.

"Don’t," you said instinctively, voice sharp.

His head turned slightly, unfocused. “That obvious?” he rasped.

You didn’t answer. Your blaster was steady in your grip, aimed just above his heart.

He blinked slowly. "Are you... First Order?"

"Does it matter?"

"Not if you’re going to shoot me."

He coughed again and slumped back against the wreckage.

“I’ve had worse welcomes.”

You stood over him in silence.

This wasn’t in your protocols.

He was supposed to be dead.

And yet, here he was—bleeding, broken, breathing. A Jedi. A myth. A problem.

You should have turned around.

But you didn’t.

You dragged him back through the canyon with more effort than you’d admit.

He was heavier than he looked, or maybe you were just out of shape—your body used to tightening bolts, not hauling injured fugitives through grit and wind.

The hoverbike gave out halfway. You swore under your breath and walked the rest of the way, half-carrying, half-dragging him until the outer gates of your post came into view.

You shouldn’t have brought him back.

You told yourself that again as you punched in the override code, shielding the panel with your body like someone might be watching. You told yourself again as you guided him down the narrow hall toward the medical bay, the lights flickering overhead.

But when he slumped sideways into the wall, murmuring something you couldn’t make out, you caught him before he hit the floor.

The medbay had never held anything human before. It was designed for field kits and droid repair—functional, cramped, barely enough for one body, let alone two. But it was clean. And quiet.

You lowered him onto the cot and immediately turned to scrub your hands.

He was unconscious before you even started.

You worked quickly. Cut through layers of burned cloth, disinfected wounds, sealed what you could. The lightsaber—you placed it carefully out of reach, though part of you wanted to tear it apart just to see what was inside.

He had a name, probably. But right now, he was just a mess of bruises and blood and something far too dangerous to leave in a ditch.

You ran scans. He had a fractured rib, a mild concussion, and something—some flicker of light pulsing just beneath the skin—that your medical reader couldn’t quite parse. You didn’t need a manual to know what it was.

The Force.

You sat back in the chair across from him and stared.

The Jedi were supposed to be gone. Myth. Propaganda. Warnings passed down in dark corridors of command briefings.

And yet he was here.

A breathing contradiction.

You told yourself you’d wait until morning. That when he woke up, you’d ask questions. That if he tried anything, you’d be ready.

You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep until the lights flickered back to life.

You blinked awake to the sound of a soft scrape against metal.

He was sitting up.

Barely, but enough to brace himself against the side rail of the cot, his eyes slitted open. The cuts on his face had scabbed, and his breathing was still rough, but he was awake—and watching you.

“Didn’t think you’d stick around,” he murmured.

You didn’t move. “Didn’t think you’d live.”

He gave you a look, half amusement, half pain. “Me neither.”

There was a pause. You expected him to demand to know where his weapon was. Or try something foolish with the Force.

Instead, he looked around the room slowly, taking it in.

“Not what I pictured for a First Order medbay,” he said.

“This isn’t a medbay. It’s a droid patch unit.”

He smiled faintly. “Still... you could’ve left me out there.”

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms. “I considered it.”

“Let me guess—you’re not a stormtrooper.”

You didn’t answer.

He shifted, wincing. “You don’t wear the mask.”

“And you don’t wear a cause.”

He actually laughed. Just once. But it cracked the air between you, something sharp melting into something human.

“Touché,” he said. “So... what do I call you?”

You hesitated.

Then gave your name.

He repeated it, soft, like testing it for weight.

“Well,” he said, settling back against the cot, “thanks for not killing me. Yet.”

“Don’t thank me. You’re not staying.”

He closed his eyes again. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

But somehow, you knew he already was.

By the third day, he was walking—sort of. Limping, really, one hand trailing along the wall for support. You tried to ignore the sound of his footsteps echoing through the station.

It didn’t work.

You found him by the storage bay, poking through a stack of ration crates like he’d never seen freeze-dried food before.

"Don’t open that," you said.

He looked up. "Too late."

You walked over and took the packet from him, resealing it with a hiss. "That was two months of protein supplements."

"You’re welcome, then," he said, flashing a grin. "I just saved you from a very bland future."

You rolled your eyes and turned to leave.

"You always this friendly?" he called after you.

"Only when I'm armed."

Later, you caught him in the control room, staring at the relay screen.

"That’s encrypted," you warned.

"I wasn’t trying to break in. Just... watching."

You stood beside him for a long moment.

"You said you weren’t staying."

He didn’t look at you. "I’m not."

"Then stop memorizing my system layout."

That made him grin. "Too late again."

He didn’t ask for a datapad, but you found him with one later. Scrolling through old repair logs, mapping out your work like he was trying to understand how you operated.

And for some reason, you let him.

You told yourself it was harmless.

That he was just bored.

But when he asked questions—about the way you rewired an old transponder, or why your defensive grid used obsolete code—you answered.

Not because you had to.

But because you wanted to know what he’d say next.

The fight came on day five.

You were recalibrating the relay node when he stepped in. He didn’t say anything at first—just leaned in the doorway, watching.

Then, without warning:

"That frequency modulation—it can track Force signatures, can’t it?"

You froze.

"Excuse me?"

"The array. I’ve seen tech like it before. It’s not just for long-range comms. The Order’s using this outpost to help hunt Jedi. Isn’t that what this is really about?"

You stood slowly. "You’re injured, off-grid, and alive because I didn’t leave you in a crater. Don’t start accusing me of things you can’t prove."

"So don’t deny it."

"You don’t know what you’re talking about."

His voice dropped. "Don’t I?"

You bristled. "You think you’re better? You and your dusty myths and Force tricks? Jedi disappeared when they lost the war. The rest of us had to keep surviving."

"You think the Order’s survival is worth what it costs?"

Your jaw clenched.

He stepped forward, expression unreadable. "How many people’s coordinates have you relayed without knowing where they ended up? Or did you know?"

The silence after that stretched long and thin.

"You don’t get to walk in here and decide what this place means," you said, voice flat. "You’re alive because of me. That’s the only reason you get to ask questions."

His eyes softened. Not with pity. With understanding.

That made it worse.

He left the room without another word.

That night, you didn’t sleep.

Neither did he.

The storm came the next evening.

You noticed it first by the static in your comms—a sharp crackle that interrupted even internal frequencies. Then came the temperature drop, quick and steep, followed by wind that pressed hard against the station walls like the planet was trying to peel them apart.

You moved through the corridor, sealing ports, checking pressure locks. You were in the control bay when you saw it—through the reinforced viewport.

Han was outside.

You cursed and ran.

He was standing near the outer antenna, facing the horizon. Ash swirled around him in fast, tight spirals, his robes caught in the wind, hair damp with chemical mist. He didn’t flinch as you approached.

“Are you out of your mind?” you shouted, grabbing his arm. “You’ll fry out here!”

He didn’t look at you. “The sky... it hums when the storm comes.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “You’re going to die listening to weather?”

“It reminds me that I’m small,” he said. “And I need that.”

You didn’t let go. “I don’t care what you need. You want to stand under Force-forsaken lightning, do it after you leave.”

His eyes flicked to you, and for once, he didn’t smile.

You hauled him back inside.

The door sealed shut behind you. The storm hit seconds later—louder now, hammering the roof with a rhythm like blaster fire.

You stood there in silence, breathing hard.

Then Han said, “You’re kind of bossy when you care.”

You glared at him. “You’re kind of stupid when you talk.”

His grin was slow. “You like me.”

“I tolerate you. Because you’re half-dead and can’t outrun me.”

“You’d still chase me.”

You didn’t deny it.

He stepped closer, just slightly. The space between you shrank.

“I could stay until the storm passes,” he said. “Just until then.”

Your voice dropped. “That’s what you said last time.”

He didn’t answer. But he didn’t move away, either.

The storm raged through the night, sealing the station in a capsule of noise and electricity. You didn’t sleep. Neither did he.

Instead, you worked in parallel. He sat at your corner desk with a tool kit, helping you recalibrate power couplings, offering suggestions that were sometimes wrong but always interesting. You adjusted wiring while he passed you parts, shoulders occasionally brushing when space grew tight.

There was something domestic about it. Unsettling, but not unpleasant.

When the lights flickered, he handed you a power cell without being asked. When the comms whined, you were both already leaning toward the controls.

You didn’t talk about the argument. Not directly.

But when he said, quietly, “You’ve done a lot of things you didn’t choose,” you didn’t correct him.

And when you replied, “So have you,” he didn’t deny it.

At some point, you caught him watching you. Not with curiosity. Not with suspicion.

With something like understanding.

You looked away first.

By morning, the storm had passed.

But something between you hadn’t.

The supply drone was late. Then rerouted. Then erased from the delivery manifest altogether.

You tried not to panic. Logged a quiet report. Rechecked your outgoing logs.

Han sat across from you at the console, watching your fingers fly over the keys. He didn’t speak.

When you finally exhaled, leaning back in your chair, he asked, “That normal?”

“No.”

He tilted his head. “Then you think they know?”

You didn’t answer.

But the knot in your stomach did.

That night, you found him standing by the sealed entrance, his pack over one shoulder.

“You’re leaving,” you said.

He nodded. “It’s not safe for you anymore.”

You almost laughed. “It never was.”

He shifted. “Still. You’ve already done more than you should have.”

You glanced at the pack. “What will you do out there?”

He smiled faintly. “Survive. Like you.”

The silence that followed felt heavier than anything either of you had said.

When he finally turned to go, you didn’t stop him.

But when you returned to the control room an hour later, you found something resting on your bench.

A kyber crystal. Fractured. Still pulsing.

And beside it, a small strip of scrap metal. The edge of a wing—burned, carved with a name you recognized now.

Han.

You didn’t call out.

Didn’t chase.

You just sat there in the dark, thumb brushing over the uneven surface of the crystal.

Somewhere in the galaxy, the war kept going.

But for a brief moment, in a station forgotten by both sides, you had chosen something other than obedience.

And he had walked away with the knowledge that someone hadn’t seen him as a weapon.

That was enough.

For now.

[murfeelee]

IWTV 2022 INSP - Theatre des Vampires (Backstage)

These are the changes & additions I made to my Theatre des Vampires lot here, since I was asked to upload it.

I'm tryna have my Simblreen set uploaded tomorrow, so stay tuned!

MY THOUGHTS, CC CREDITS & Extra Things to Know

I originally wanted to use the resort receptionist desk, but putting it on a lot automatically makes it a IP EP Resort, so I had to take it out.

I recommend putting it back in, though, for the aesthetic--unless there's a good decor lookalike; I was too lazy to find one.

WARNING: I have all TS3 EPs installed, plus a few SPs, and I use A LOT of EA's Store CC, so I CANNOT guarantee that this lot will look the same in your gameplay as mine, if y'all don't have the same DLC.

Store CC not included (this is just what I remember, there's likely more missing, sorry. *cough*):

Windows, Curtains, Chandelier & Chain from Now/Then Manor

Window & Today's Special Sandwich Board from Greenhouse Venue

Candle Box wall light from Gothique Library venue

L Stairs from Prism Studio Venue

Complete Castle by Castle Kits

Wonderland Door

Put Some Birds On It wall decor

Dr. Prosper's Glowing Orb

El Cordero loveseat

Curtains (x x), Midnight Hollow stage curtains + OMSP Resizers

FREE De-Coffinated coffee table

FREE St Patrick's Day flag

Archibald Door

[duskvortex]

with Nightshade out, I want people to watch out for anyone claiming that Glaze and Nightshade are nothing but snake oil, and ask yourselves why the pro genAI crowd would suddenly care about artists when these tools are now out in the open. look at their rhetoric and analyze it. look at their word use and how they try to fearmonger. these should be immediate red flags

also be wary of anyone claiming that they defeated the disruptions by using any simple method such as screenshotting, blurring/unsharpening, resizing etc. these claims have been thrown against Glaze on social media for months without any proof to back them up. meanwhile, Glaze team has provided actual papers to back up research behind these disruption models. would you rather trust a source with research papers to back it up, or some rando with no background in data research claiming these disruptions have been defeated with nothing to back it up?

any claim that these disruptions have been defeated using simple methods and are nothing but snake oil to prey on fearing artists should be highly scrutinized and anyone spreading these claims should be highly questioned

with all of that said, I have to stress that you should keep in mind that AI models are constantly evolving and these disruptions can be defeated in the end. however, it costs time, money and resources for the companies that own these genAI models. this is why Glaze and Nightshade are game changers and why using them isn't pointless, even when they do get defeated in the end. while genAI models are constantly evolving, so are Glaze and Nightshade

Nightshade and Glaze your art. you put time and labor into all of that, and you absolutely have the right to protect yourself

[eliasdrid]

Kamen Rider Build emoji-style riders (and co)

I did these mainly for practice but they look pretty good ^^

248x248 PNG files - free to use (rules below)

Use Rules: - Do not redistribute, reupload and/or republish anywhere. - Do not use comercially. - Okay to use as icon on social media. - Okay for personal/internal use on Discord servers.

Other Stuff: - Allowed editing: (1) you may remove the lines in the alternate set if you don't like them, (2) you may add a pride flag or background to any of these if you want to use one as icon, (3) cropping is okay*. - While suggestions are welcome I'm not doing these by request atm. - I might reupload or update these at some point to tweak visibility over white backgrounds. - Once I have riders from at least 2 more shows, I'll likely put these on ko-fi or itch.io as PWWY along others to make batch upload and download easier.

*While I did test some of these, if as emojis they look too small to you, you can crop the base images to around 210x210 top center (this way you get all/most of the helmet and just a bit of the torso). Discord emojis are 128x128 so there should be no conflict when resizing.

[paranormalbadges]

This is a blog created by @theparanormalcollective to share "badges" / small pictures we made for our SimplyPlural / Discord.

The badges are free to use and credit is not necessary as long as you don't claim them as your own. (You will have to resize the badges.)

Requests are closed because of spoons. We don't want this to feel like a chore for us, so we only really post our own badges.

We get our flags on tumblr, pluralpedia and other wikis. We try to link sources for flags, but please don't hate us if we don't do that for some.

We also don't feel comfortable sharing the clear version! Truely hope that that's okay for everyone.