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massivedrickhead · 10 months

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i'd love to see number 6 or number 41! been loving these prompts recently ❤️

Hi :) Apologies that this took so long, my mental health took a dip into the toilet. It's not great atm but it is a little better.

I've already done 41, so here is number 6

6. “Let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in.”

Prompt taken from here

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Chloe was pulled from her spot on the sofa one afternoon by the sound of coughing coming from the kitchen.

She thought she was the only one in the house, her afternoon lecture having been cancelled, so she was surprised when she saw Beca leaning against the kitchen counter. She was pouring a sachet of powder into a mug while she waited for water to boil, and she kept coughing into her shoulder.

“That sounds bad,” Chloe said, trying not to laugh when Beca jumped.

“Jesus,” Beca said, her hand shooting up to her chest. “Why are you home?” She sounded rough and congested, and she looked like she hadn’t slept.

“Lecture got cancelled,” Chloe said. “I guess I don’t need to ask why you’re home.”

“The studio sent me home,” Beca said. “They think I’m sick.”

“I wonder why,” Chloe said, trying hard not to roll her eyes. “Why don’t you go up to bed, I can bring this up when it’s done.”

Beca shook her head. “I’m not going to bed, I’ve got too much stuff to do,” she said.

Chloe sighed but knew there was no point in arguing when Beca was like this. She was stubborn to a fault sometimes, especially when she was sick.

She knew it came from her childhood. From the years of casual neglect she’d suffered at the hands of both parents. She was used to taking care of herself, and the thought of asking for help wouldn’t have even occurred to her.

Even if Chloe understood why she was like this, it didn’t mean it didn’t infuriate her sometimes.

She picked up the box of sachets and read through the instructions, just to stop herself from calling Beca an idiot.

“Making sure I’m doing it right?” Beca asked, a hint of a smirk in her voice.

“Something like that,” Chloe said. “I suppose there’s no point telling you that you should be resting right now, not working?”

“A correct assumption,” Beca said, coughing again. She poured the water into her mug and stirred. “The Worlds are coming up fast and our set still needs a lot of work.”

Chloe noticed the colour of the packet she used and looked back at the box, frowning.

“Bec, did you read this before you made that?” She asked

It was Beca’s turn to roll her eyes, though Chloe didn’t notice and spoke as if there’d been no response.

“I think you used-”

“-Chloe, I’m perfectly capable of pouring hot water over some powder,” she said, cutting Chloe off. “I know you want to help, but you really don’t need to.”

Chloe looked again at the discarded packet on the counter. Looked at the tiny z’s and stars that dotted the purple background. She looked back in the box where the orange packets still sat, each one with little sunshine symbols printed on.

Chloe smiled.

“Okay,” she said. She put the box back on the counter. “If you don’t want my help, I can take a hint. I’ll let you get on with your work.”

Beca eyed her suspiciously and took a sip of her drink, wincing when it burnt her tongue.

“Drink all that while it’s still hot,” Chloe said.

Again, Beca rolled her eyes. “I know,” she said, leaving the kitchen in order to head up to her room. “I did read the box.”

“I’m sure you did,” Chloe replied, throwing away the empty sachet and putting the box back in the cabinet. “If you need anything, text me.”

Chloe did feel a little bit bad, but she also wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity for Beca to be able to get some actual rest. Yes, she could have just outright told her, but Beca had insisted she didn’t need help, and Chloe was perfectly happy to comply with that request.

She waited about thirty minutes before she knocked on Beca’s bedroom door.

There was a grumble of a response, and Chloe pushed the door open to see Beca sitting at her desk, head resting on her folded arms.

“I just wanted to check how you were feeling,” Chloe said.

“M’sleepy,” Beca replied. “I can’t get anything done.”

Chloe gave a little hum of sympathy and brushed some of the hair out of Beca’s face. “Do you think this is because you used a nighttime sachet instead of a daytime one?”

Beca rubbed at her eyes, confusion pulling her brows together. “No I didn’t,” she said, sitting up.

“No, you’re probably right. The purple packets full of moons and stars and z’s were definitely the non-drowsy kind,” Chloe said.

“Oh my god, Chloe, why didn’t you stop me?” Beca groaned.

“I tried,” Chloe said. “You were pretty insistent that you knew how to pour water onto some powder.”

“I don’t have time for this,” Beca said, rubbing her eyes again in frustration. “I’ve got so much to do.”

“And you’ll have time to do it later,” Chloe said, her voice moving from amused to stern. “But right now you need to listen to your body and rest.”

“My body only wants to rest because you let me drug myself,” Beca muttered, trying to focus on her laptop and not on the fact that her eyes kept threatening to close.

“Your body wants to rest because you’re sick,” Chloe replied. “You can sit there and try and fight this all you want, but the longer you ignore what your body needs, the longer you’ll be sick.”

Beca knew she was fighting a losing battle, so she shut the lid of her laptop. “I’m still mad at you,” she said, accepting Chloe’s hand and letting herself get pulled out of the chair.

“I know you are,” Chloe said. “Now let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in.”

Beca let out a scoff as she climbed into bed. “I don’t think my Mom ever tucked me in.”

Chloe felt herself soften, and when she spoke again the sternness was gone from her voice. “I know you always had to look after yourself,” she said, pulling the blankets over Beca. “But you don’t have to do that anymore. You have a family here that loves and cares about you. You’re allowed to ask for help. You’re allowed to show weakness.”

Beca was already asleep by the time Chloe finished talking, but she hoped at least some of it had filtered through. Chloe pressed a kiss against her forehead and left the room, returning a few minutes later with a bottle of water, some Gatorade, and a box of tissues that she left on the nightstand.

She made a quick trip to the store to pick up some more medicine and other supplies, and Beca was still fast asleep when she got back.

Chloe took a seat at Beca’s desk and carried on reading a book she needed to finish for class.

It was a few hours later when Beca spoke again.

“Have you been there the whole time, weirdo?” She asked, sounding, if possible, worse than before.

Chloe looked up from her book. “I had to make sure you weren’t faking it in order to get me to leave so you could carry on working.” She put her book down on the desk and went to sit on the edge of Beca’s bed. She placed the back of her hand on her forehead. “You have a fever,” she said. “How are you feeling?”

“Shitty,” Beca mumbled, her eyes closing again at the contact. “This is because I gave into it. If I’d just worked through it, I’d be fine.”

“I don’t think that’s quite how it works,” Chloe said.

Beca sat up and started coughing again. Chloe handed her the bottle of water and rubbed a hand up and down her back as she drank.

“Thanks,” Beca said, putting the half-empty bottle back on her nightstand. “God, I feel like crap.”

“Do you think you can stomach eating anything?” Chloe asked.

Beca cringed and shook her head. “Can I take some more of that stuff?”

“I don’t think so,” Chloe said, checking the time on her phone. “I think you have to wait four hours between doses.”

“You can’t just bend the rules for me?”

“I’m not letting you OD on cold medicine if that’s what you’re asking,” Chloe said. “I can make you some tea with honey and lemon though, that should help.”

Beca shook her head slightly and moved the blankets so she could get up. “I can make it,” she said before she immediately started shivering.

“Beca Mitchell,” Chloe said, her voice stern again.

“Sorry,” Beca said, letting Chloe pull the blankets back over her. “I’m just not used to this.”

Beca seemed like she wanted to say more, so Chloe waited until she found the words.

“I remember getting sick as a kid,” she said. “Waking up in the middle of the night with a headache and a cough. I went to find my Mom and tell her, and she just… She looked up from her computer like she’d forgotten I was even in the house. She told me to go back to bed and she’d come and see me once she was done with her email. I sat there for hours waiting. She never came. She forgot as soon as I left her sight.”

Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat, and she didn’t speak again in case her voice wobbled.

“I guess I just don’t get why you would want to help me when my own parents wouldn’t,” Beca said, her eyes fixed on the pattern of her bedding so she didn’t have to look at Chloe.

“Bec, look at me,” Chloe said, and she waited for eye contact before she spoke again. “I care about you. That’s all there is to it. Asking me not to help the people I care about would be like asking me to walk on the ceiling. I just couldn’t do it.”

Beca sniffed, nodded, and looked away again. “I, um, I care about you too. I don’t always show it, but I do.”

“I know,” Chloe said. “So, are you going to let me look after you until you’re feeling better?”

Beca nodded again, and Chloe smiled.

“I’ll go make that tea,” she said. She kissed Beca on the forehead before she pulled a face. “Gross, you’re all sweaty.”

“Jerk,” Beca said, letting out a surprised laugh that turned into a cough.

Chloe rubbed her hand on Beca’s back again as she waited for it to subside.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” Beca said.

Chloe got up off the bed and headed for the door, but Beca’s voice stopped her before she left.

“Chlo’?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Chloe’s smile grew. “Anytime, Bec.”

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whiteoutzz · 1 year

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You honor i love her (she is me)

anyways. Whiteout has a lazy eye. She specifically has a lazy eye that isn't always visible, but due to her eye muscles being weak, sometimes one of her eyes trails off. Its made worse when she is tired, and when her eye trails off her vision in it gets much worse and all blurry < guy who is projecting so hard on her. She also has large gaps in her teeth who are also crooked, as well as bad posture (even if i didnt show either) also a baby face.

I think ill stick with this design actually. Maybe. Yeah i like it alot ehehe.

[id: drawing of whiteout. She is a short fat dragon with mostly dark blue scales. Her underbelly, bottom of the tail, wing membranes and face mask have lighter color, coming from blue to purple. She has short mostly black mane on her head and neck with white streaks in it with tuft on top sticking out and curling down. Her star wing pattern is black and simplified into few shapes, stars circles dots and hearts. She also has small white spots on her body resembling freckles. She also has few bigger white spots on her right front paw and one on the back, resembling half a heart. Whiteouts eyes are large, round and pink. One of them is staring left and the right staring down, her having a lazy eye. Her pupils are also brighter than eye whites with having slight gloss in them.

The background is pink and she has a light pink outline around her. / end id]

#wof #wings of fire #wof whiteout #described #snowart

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majimasleftasscheek · 9 months

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May I ask how you made the shaker charms? I've been wanting to do that a while but no clue how to.

aight so I'mma go into this with a lil assumption that there's some prior knowledge about making digital art but if you have any questions about anything, you can definitely ask!

so first step is finding a place that can make you the shaker charms. I use vograce - it's a lil more expensive than other places but I like the customer service and low minimum order amount. they have a specific tab just for shaker charms that breaks them down into what options you can pick, sizes, what the art files need to be like, etc that you can take a looksie just to see how they're made. I like to see in the comments at the bottom too to see what neat things people have made.

and this is what my art looks like (minus the background). I made the main shaker with plenty o' room to shake around the bits inside. and then the pieces to the right. the gate itself is around 1300px wide, 600dpi (which is tbh a lot, 300dpi is fine) — big enough so when it's shrunk to charm size it doesn't lose too much quality. save them out as transparent pngs separately (the main shaker + pieces). most places prefer CMYK color profiles but I'm a scrub that doesn't use that so I go with RGB and it works just fine. if you have the ability to preview color profiles, I go with CMYK: Japan Color 2001 Coated to help me adjust my colors for print.

then I made a draft of what I wanted it to look like when finished, specifically showing how the text should not flip the wrong way on the reverse side. I also put the bits inside but the manufacturer should be able to figure it out anyway lol. the dots atop the charms are where I want the hole to be for the chain. I send this to the manufacturer too just to make sure we're on the same page.

send the files to whoever is making the charm and that's about it. the hardest part really is making the art assets. there's no real rule to anything, I just eyeballed it all tbh.

the most important part imo is making sure everything's big enough (1000px, 300dpi or larger for the main shaker part imo) and making sure your colors are okay because what you see on screen can be pretty different in actual print. that requires a lil research like purple for example sometimes shows up like ass when printed.

as for sizing, that's very much up to you. sometimes making paper models to hold irl can help you decide how big you want things. I went thru 3? iterations of just this charm alone cuz I wasn't happy with the sizing or colors so I had to make a few adjustments. I often ask manufacturers for previews of my charms before they actually make them just to be sure they followed my draft.

this is the final version (ignore the scratches, that's just the film you gotta peel off). I also requested for sequins to be put in. the inside bits may come out a tad smaller than compared to my draft, just due to compensating for the outside border around the bits but more or less it's what I drew 👍

#hope this helps! but any more questions pls feel free to ask #blog mod

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oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat · 1 month

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Hearthfire (2/16)

Chapter I | The Daily Qualms of Rainbow and His Colours

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Summary: A meeting goes awry when citric anger bursts out of one Side, and another has a very distressing moment. Orange addresses what he needs to care for in his garden.

Warning: insecurity, implied/referenced dissociation, burn scars, minor blood, implied/referenced self-harm, accidental self-harm, panic attacks; let me know if I missed anything!

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Sometimes complementary colours clash and argue, and sometimes every single colour looks that much stranger and sharper than it used to.

A door clicks shut behind Rainbow, dragging himself down to the living room and plopping onto the couch. Indigo trails behind him and automatically slots into his designated spot, blinking for a moment as he realizes where he is. Under more ideal circumstances, Rainbow would spare a concerned glance to his logical Side; however, right now, all he does is put his head in his hands and sighs frustrated.

He’s in his pajamas; a pair of dark grey sleeping pants, his Steven Universe t-shirt, and fuzzy greyish socks. His fuzzy socks have coloured polka dots decorating them, colours ranging all across the spectrum: dark and light blues, yellows, reds, greens, purples, oranges—of course, there’s orange, there always has been—amongst the darker background. His sleeping pants have black and white stripes on the hem, almost like an informative and hand-drawn poster you’d see in a highschool.

Indigo is in his typical attire, tie and dress pants all the same. A darker blue than before, but still, not much else has changed with his clothing. His eyes are a dim indigo—isn’t that fitting, though, a dim Indigo—lacking their usual awareness as his surroundings come back to him. Indigo has his hands folded behind him, resting against the small of his back. As soon as he realizes what’s happened and where he’s standing, he huffs quietly to himself. Rainbow makes no comment on the audibly annoyed noise.

Indigo relaxes his posture and fidgets with his tie, fixing any centimeter of looseness. There isn’t any. He turns to Rainbow, seeing his own posture and body language. He braces for what he knows will most likely come next; Rainbow braces for what he believes to be more unnecessary nagging from his so-called ‘mother hen’.

“Thomas—”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare, Logan,” Rainbow sharply interrupts.

Indigo swallows, tensing all over again.

“What would you have me do, then? Let you laze around?” his voice is firm, measured.

Rainbow doesn’t answer. Indigo feels the tiny tendrils of flaming orange prick his eyes, but he pushes it away. He refuses to let it burst out again, especially in front of his centre. Bitter, citrus thoughts spit, I am not emotional, I won’t have an outburst. I’m not; I won’t. They would taste like sour lemon to a snake, and they look like fiery amber to a canary.

After a few moments of silence, he speaks again, “I am aware I can be...repetitive, but the repetition is necessary for you to listen.”

Rainbow lifts his head up from his hands and pauses, but he does not look in Indigo’s direction.

“You may not want to do the things I tell you, but I’m— they’re important things to do for your wellbeing,” Indigo continues.

Rainbow scoffs, “I already listen to you, Logan. You’re my Logic, I can’t just shut you off.”

Indigo falters.

“Even when I want to…” comes out in a trailed-off mumble.

The scholarly persona hears it anyway, pushing down the sharp sting in his chest.

Indigo clears his throat, “Then I’m sure you’re knowledgeable about the fact that, as your Logic, what I say is logical and necessary.”

Rainbow clenches his teeth, stubborn.

“It’s just a few dishes, Logan,” he mutters.

‘So Thomas didn’t wash a couple of dishes yet, big deal,’ echoes in the back of Indigo's head, and he has to blink it away before he refocuses. It’s like citric acid, sour and tart and blooming orange in the eyes of those who see it. More accurately, the one who can see all those bitter thoughts and memories.

“Doing the dishes and laundry are important tasks to do, Thomas. I understand you need rest, and that’s okay. But I also think you pushing these chores off for as long as you have is turning out to be harmful,” Indigo continues.

Rainbow doesn’t say anything. The citric feeling builds further, and every push downwards Indigo makes only compresses it into a compact block of hurt hurt hurt.

“All I ask is that you listen—”

“Logan. We just went over this. I already listen to you! I know I need to do the dishes and the laundry and a bunch of other things. I know!” Rainbow’s words burst like stinging wasps, biting at his Logic’s chest and leaving marks.

Indigo’s vision is blinded by pure, concentrated orange for a very brief moment. He almost thinks it’s his doing, but it’s not his frustration flooding his sight. It’s Rainbow’s. And he may as well be the cause of Rainbow's burst of orange fireworks, but all he’s doing is his job. His job is important. He’s...his job is important.

An orange mist drifts in the kitchen, peeking out from a corner as it watches.

Before Indigo can try again, try to reason and talk again, he’s interrupted by another Side’s arrival.

Red, in all of his princely demeanor, sinks up with a pose ready as he arrives. He glances around the room, seeing Indigo and Rainbow in the middle of an argument. They’d call it a ‘dilemma’, but honesty is as yellow as glittering snakes. It’s not just a dilemma with these people, is it? There’s always something in the undercurrent. Red assumes his assigned position by the t.v. before choosing to speak.

“I see Logan’s already began his lecturing, hasn’t he?” Red starts with a teasing remark, of course, though unhelpful.

“I am not lecturing—”

“Oh please, when do you not give a lecture, Logan? You're the one with the tie, Professor Buzzkill,” he interrupts, and Indigo rolls his eyes in response.

“I am not a ‘buzzkill’, as you put it. I am merely trying to help Thomas with maintaining a healthy schedule for the sake of his mental health,” Indigo quickly shows a notecard with the word ‘buzzkill’ and its meaning before summoning it away.

Usually, the sight of his notecards would elicit praise for his effort or a light-hearted moment to ease tension, but…but this time, Rainbow doesn’t even acknowledge it. The scholarly Side feels the itchiness of disappointment on his skin, and his stomach drops a little. So much for his effort, huh? More effort wasted. Is it always Indigo’s efforts that remain in vain? Doesn’t Rainbow pay attention to what he does to himself?

“Then explain why Thomas is so down in the dumps!”

“I am not the Side to ask about his feelings, Roman—”

“Well, what are you here for? I say you need to leave it be, Nerd.”

“‘Leave it be’? I can’t just ‘leave it be’, Roman! He needs a schedule to make a habit out of, and to make sure he does the things necessary to take care of himself and this apartment. He doesn’t want to, but he needs to have a schedule implemented.”

“And where has trying to force a schedule gotten you, Specs?”

Indigo clamps his mouth shut, staring at Red with glassy eyes before once again pushing it down. He doesn’t notice the expression on the Prince’s face. Interestingly, it’s guilt and perhaps remorse that paints his cheeks.

Feelings have no place with me, he thinks; upset, bitter, tart. Now is not the time to be…just not now.

“Oh, come now, bickering has always gotten us to where we wanted to be,” a smooth voice says, announcing its citric presence.

Both Sides tense at the sound of the slithering serpent’s arrival, turning slightly to see him. Red’s face hardens and grows cold, though icy blue isn’t his colour. Indigo, with a practiced blank expression, nods in greeting.

“Janus,” he tries to remain resolute, but his voice almost wobbles near the end.

“Why the faces, hm?” Yellow insincerely asks.

“What do you want, Snake?” a harsh, cold Red speaks in place of the warm Prince.

“Oh, Roman, so kind. You know why I’m here, don’t you? I’m a part of Thomas, after all.”

“Not a helpful one…”

“Hm. Well, I’m here to aid while Patton’s a bit…preoccupied with something.”

Indigo raises an eyebrow. To a stranger, it’d look like condescending questions or an inquisitive mind. To those who’ve known him—his expressions, at least—know it’s more concern than anything else.

“What did you do with Patton?!” Red almost shouts, a harsh fire in his chest.

“Relax, Roman. He’s just busy,” Yellow drawls.

Red scoffs.

Indigo clears his throat, fidgeting with his tie, “May I inquire what he’s busy with? In a discussion concerning feelings, his presence is welcomed.”

“A discussion, that’s what we’re calling this?” the serpent questions, condescending tone slipping like honey off his forked tongue.

“Of course. A discussion is when two or more parties engage in—”

“Not literal, Brainiac,” Red interrupts him, again.

“If you must know, he’s been handling…a situation with our dear worrier. He won’t be available for a while,” Yellow examines his nails, though he’s wearing the same old dish-washing gloves as he always does. “It seems Thomas is awfully stressed at the moment.”

“Is Virgil alright?” Indigo asks, bare concern no longer hidden behind a mask of professionalism.

Yellow’s face softens for a mere second before he continues, “Oh, he’s fine. Absolutely okay with all the bickering you’re doing out here. So wonderful and fine.”

Indigo frowns, concern for his peer worsening. He sighs, and the mask of professionalism slides back in place. It’s as if it never left, fitting his face and posture like plaster.

“I suppose he’s unavailable as well, then?” he inquires.

“It would seem so,” Yellow says.

“You’re just going to take his word for it?” Red still wears icy blue on his skin.

“I see no reason not to, Roman. I understand his word hasn’t always been the complete truth, but—”

“Then how can you trust him? How can you tell if he’s lying or not?”

Strange how ice can be so orange, isn’t it? It’s not supposed to be. It’s meant to be cold and violently blue. But, you see, blue does not belong on Red.

Orange has always looked better on Red.

Another sigh from Indigo, “I suppose you know better than me, then? If you’re so insistent on mistrusting him.”

Red sputters and clamps his mouth shut, shining eyes and such bare betrayal flickering like broken spotlights. Indigo clenches his jaw to ignore the clenching of his heart, something vile shoots up his stomach to his throat. He shakes his head lightly, but it does nothing to push away the dastardly thing pressing against his pulse point from inside. He almost gazes off in thought before forcing himself to stay present in the real world, here, with Yellow and Red and a still quiet Rainbow sitting on the couch.

Speaking of Rainbow…

“None of this is going anywhere…” he grumbles, a hand in his hair that itches to tug tug tug.

His hand twitches.

His Sides pause, looking at him and how distressed he looks. Yellow gazes upon the details of his face, noting the dark eye bags that look far too similar to Purple’s. His hair is tousled like he’d just gotten out of bed. Pajamas still adorned and a boring, dark grey robe to hide in. He looks…well, it’s a lot like when Green finally introduced himself to Rainbow. To put it bluntly, he looks like shit.

He probably feels like shit, if everyone’s arguing is any indication.

Indigo frowns at the distressed state of his centre.

Think, think, think! I’m the logical one. I’m supposed to guide him. How can I help? How can I guide him out of this? his thoughts turn like rapid, oiled-up gears.

A touch of rust flares and grows on those gears, twitching them as they bleed liquid amber. Magma, it feels hot, unpleasantly so. It’s like the liquid amber burns the gears as it covers them in an almost blinding sense of not fair. Indigo shoves the feeling of hot, honey-like amber away.

Red shifts in place, awkwardness bleeding through the Prince role he plays. Yellow merely hums, feigning every bit of the disinterested participant. There’s no citric mist between them, nothing is actually swirling around the metaphorical strings connecting the Sides, but it feels like fog and tar and thick sludge pushing them further into a disconnected and hostile state towards each other. Indigo and Red remain tense as Yellow fakes the idle stance of a bystander. Yellow fakes a lot of things, and he’s not the only one. They all fake something. All of them.

“Hm, well, where were we?” Yellow starts.

“I believe you mentioned Virgil being unavailable?” Indigo says conversely.

“Wait…why would Virge want Patton with him? He hasn't exactly been civil with Stormcloud lately,” Red questions.

“Yes, well, who do you think he’d rather between him and I? Hm? If you could imagine him liking me over Patton, well then,” sarcasm is bitter on a serpent’s tongue.

“...Fine, then,” Red concedes, keeping a hand on his sword’s hilt and turns to Indigo. “He needs a break.”

Yellow glances at Red’s hand before shifting his gaze away, fidgeting and tugging a glove on tighter.

“...Virgil?” Indigo inquires, confused with a slight head tilt.

“What—no! Maybe…” Red shakes his head. “I mean Thomas. Thomas needs a break from all of your lectures about something he already knows, Pocket Protector.”

“He’s gotten breaks, Roman. He still hasn’t listened—he hasn’t made a repeated effort towards the schedule he agreed to doing!”

“Maybe all of your nagging isn’t helping! Ever thought of that, Nerd?”

“What am I supposed to do? I can’t just let him laze around—”

“He isn’t ‘lazing’ around, Logan,” Yellow introjects.

They turn to him.

“There’s no limit on how much a person needs to rest for,” he continues, “Some people need more time to rest than others, and that’s okay.”

“I understand that, Janus,” Indigo gestures to his necktie. “But surely there’s a time when people must go back to working?”

“Of course, and he will. Once he’s taken the time he needs to rest, Logan.”

“He’s already taken so much time—”

“So? What authority do you claim over his decisions, hm? Do you control his every whim?”

“No, I—”

“Well, then, I don’t see what the problem is.”

“He won’t get things done if he’s resting for such long periods of time. Studies have shown that—”

Red crosses his arms and rolls his eyes, and Indigo can’t bring himself to continue his point. He ends abruptly with a glance darting from his peers. Yellow pinches the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes, and exhales sharply.

“You’re being so helpful, Logan. Why don’t you continue that sentence?” Yellow nearly spits.

A greenish silhouette pops up behind Red, behind the t.v., and it catches Rainbow’s eye. He slowly raises his head as his Sides continue to squabble, bringing his hand away from his hair. He narrows his eyes, rubbing away any stray sleep that may blur them. His eyes widen and shoulders slump in defeat once he realizes who it is.

“I am helpful—”

“If you’re so helpful, then why stop saying your point? How’s that helpful?” Yellow persists.

“Oh, shut it, Snake!” Red retorts, eyes burning flicks of orange. “You’re not any better, acting all high and mighty like an egotistical villain!”

“Well, everyone is an egotist, Roman. You know that, don’t you?”

“Will you stop!” his voice breaks, and Indigo swallows as his heart clenches again. “I can’t deal with your shit, Janus!”

“My ‘shit’? My, you must be spending time with Virgil, talking like that,” Yellow fakes a gasp, gloved hand scandalously hovering over his mouth. “What would Patton say if he heard you?”

A stab in the back; Red’s eyes shine with teary flickering orange, and he speaks lowly, “Don’t you dare bring him into this! He isn’t here to follow blindly behind you, Villain.”

Red’s hand grips tighter on his sword’s hilt. Yellow doesn’t notice. Something akin to a shadowy, sinking feeling drops in Indigo’s gut. Foreboding, is it? Perhaps that’s the right word. A strong sense of foreboding tingles up his arms like purple, spiky vines.

The greenish silhouette grins manically as it watches with creepy, wide eyes. The Others don’t notice. Rainbow stares at it.

“‘Blindly’? Is that supposed to be a pun, Roman? Well, then, job well done,” Yellow claps with feigned praise.

Something snaps, but Red doesn’t hear it. His blood is roaring in his ears. He can’t think, he can’t hear. When did it get so hard to see anything but glaring orange?

Green whistles an uh-oh from behind the tv.

The orange mist drifts from the kitchen to the bottom landing of the stairs, unnoticed and unseen.

Indigo can’t move, not with a pounding heartbeat and purple vines curling around his lungs as they worm their way up his arms to his chest.

Red’s eyes glow a furious citrus, and he burns.

“Why won’t you stop hurting me?!” he shouts, a bout of anger bursting out of him in a small shockwave.

Everything and everyone falls silent. All eyes land on Red, who breathes heavily with tears gathered in his eyes. He blinks, confused, glancing around as if he doesn’t know where he is. He puts a hand to his cheek, feeling the wetness of tears. He glances down at his hand in dazed shock as his tears glide down his face. Orange bleeds out of his eyes, and they’re back to being green. He can see again, albeit it being blurry while he silently cries. White knuckles, his hand on his sword’s hilt aches. He forcibly relaxes it enough to let go. When he does, however, the hilt clinks and thuds to ground. It fell off the sword. It’s broken. He—he broke his sword. He broke his sword.

He glances up to everyone’s eyes, and promptly sinks out in a hurry.

The air is still, stale, frozen. No one takes their eyes off where Red had been. Yellow’s face is noticeably paler, mouth agape. Indigo still can’t seem to move, shining eyes of his own. Green’s expression has fallen, eyes narrow and low growling vibrates from his throat. Rainbow is…he can’t think properly. His face is tear-stricken and messy with red-rimmed eyes. He can still feel the anger, that bitter hurt, still shaking his heart. He—Red just…oh dear. Oh, no. No, no, no.

“Roman, he just…” Rainbow’s voice is shaky and quiet, breath hitching as his own tears stream down his face. “He’s…”

“Oh, god,” Yellow mutters, horror leaking from his tongue.

Indigo does not speak. He can hardly breathe at this point.

“What in the fuck have you done to him?” Green growls, glaring blades at the snake-like persona.

Yellow’s eyes snap up to him.

“I didn’t—I never meant to—”

“To what? Hurt him? Use him as a tool for your own fuckin’ benefit? What could you possibly be innocent for, Janus?”

Indigo cannot hear, cannot see, cannot smell anything but salt and metal. There’s a sharp sting in his palm. He still can’t move.

Yellow gulps, hands tugging on the ends of his capelet.

“He ain’t supposed to get hurt! He shouldn’t be this fuckin’ hurt! Burst out and battle you, sure—but not that,” Green raises his voice and roars, orange sparks in his mouth as he yells.

Rainbow watches, a little shaky and so horribly worried. Red’s so hurt, and he—he expects to be hurt so much that he broke down. What in the fuck. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. Rainbow scans the room, seeing how upset and hurt his Sides are, these parts of himself. Green and Yellow are still going at it, and Green is so furious. The orange sparks reach his eyes, but it’s beyond what the mist has domain over.

The orange mist floats up to the top landing of the stairs, and it watches.

It waits.

Rainbow’s gaze spots Indigo, and…oh, dear.

“Logan?” he shakily asks.

No response. Just wide eyes and fear.

“Logan,” he calls out again, a little louder.

Fear, so much fear. His eyes almost look dark and violet. His hands sting. It’s all Indigo knows, stinging hands. Sting, sting, sting.

“Hey, Logan? Buddy, can you hear me?” Rainbow stands and shuffles carefully over to the scholarly persona.

Green and Yellow stop, facing Indigo as well. He still won’t respond. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his lip wobbles. Rainbow gets close enough to see him shake and how hard he clenches his hand.

“Oh, buddy…”

Rainbow reaches down, down, down into his heart; a cyan-coloured heat warms up his chest, and his caring nature washes over him as he figures out how to help his Logic. His own shakiness dies down as focuses on Indigo, and his lungs allow oxygen to move more freely through his body.

“Logan, bud, can you hear me?” he softly asks, giving Indigo space so as to avoid crowding him.

Green glares once more at Yellow, whispering, “We ain’t done.”

Yellow gives a small nod, and they both turn their focus on helping Indigo.

“Lolo?” Green tries, but no answer.

Yellow clears his throat before speaking just as soft, “Logan, darling, are you alright?”

Rainbow doesn’t have the energy to process his ‘dark’ Sides being so gentle and kind and, well, soft. He moves an inch closer to Indigo.

The orange mist waits and watches in equal parts worry and anticipation.

“Hey, buddy, it’s me, it’s Thomas. Can you make a noise if you hear me?” Rainbow gently asks.

A quiet noise whines from Indigo’s throat, scared and confused.

The Others’ shoulders slump in relief.

“Hi, bud. You’re having a hard time, huh?”

Another quiet, scared whine.

“That’s okay. Everything’s okay now, we’ve got you. Janus and Remus are here with us, alright? They want to help.”

Yellow and Green both glance at Rainbow in a brief shock. He hasn’t said that out loud before, has he? Acknowledged their efforts—though odd in their own right—to help? That they did help in the ways they knew how? Interesting…perhaps Rainbow’s helping more than just Indigo, whether he notices or not.

An almost sobbing whine cuts through the air.

“Hey, hey. C’mon, focus on me, bud. Do you want them here?”

A softer whine.

“...Is that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’?”

A shaky, whiny mhm rumbles from Indigo.

“‘Yes’?”

He repeats the sound.

“Okay, they’ll stay,” Rainbow glances at Yellow and Green, seeing them nod. “They’re staying, it’s okay, you’re safe with us.”

A hitching breath, huffing through Indigo’s nose. His hands hurt. They sting. They won’t stop stinging.

“Hey—oh. Oh, buddy, you gotta stop clenching your hands. Stop—no, hey—”

Rainbow tries to gentle Indigo’s hands to relax, but they flinch away once a centimeter of touch reaches them. A frightened whimper bleeds from the poor Logic’s throat, and a murky feeling of what do I do clogs Rainbow’s brain like overwhelming cotton. Yellow tugs Rainbow aside gently, giving him a look not unkindly. His centre simply answers with a silent plea that screams help, please help, I don’t know what to do and it’s scaring me. Yellow swallows down the guilt about Red, pushes away the heaviness from Green, and focuses. Slowly and light on his feet, the serpentine comes towards a still-closed-eyed Indigo. He gestures for the other two to back up a little bit, and they comply. Worry for the scholarly persona outweighs previous arguments and bitter anger.

“Logan, darling,” Yellow starts, voice softly lilting like a song without a melody, “It’s alright. Shh, shh, hush now. You’re okay and safe, and it’s alright.”

Rainbow watches in wonder at Yellow’s comforting voice.

Green won’t take his eyes off Indigo, watching every wobble and twitch.

“Your hands are hurting, aren’t they? Do they sting?”

Indigo nods shakily, unsure of the calm voice.

“You need to let them go. Ease your fingers, knuckle by knuckle. It’ll help them hurt less. Yes—there you go, good job, Logan.”

Indigo’s fingers slowly, so slowly, relax and ease on his palm. The sharp scent of blood makes Yellow’s throat drier than it should be. Though now not so clenched hard in on themselves, Indigo’s hands still shake shake shake with all the tension of a frightened child.

“Good, Logan, that’s good,” Yellow keeps up a litany of reassurances, though voice sounds a tad hoarse now.

Indigo won’t stop tensing around him. Yellow can smell the blood. Green and Rainbow can too, most likely. They need to tend to it, and help Indigo breathe. But how is he going to breathe and relax if he can’t stop tensing around the person trying to help him? Yellow knows why, which doesn’t help. The phantom hold of his cane, pulling a desperate Indigo away and shifting to steal his identity for the sake of Rainbow—well, it echoes in his head and itches the scales beneath his gloves. His gloves. Right, maybe...oh, if he must. If it helps.

Yellow carefully tugs his gloves off in an attempt to show Indigo that he means no harm, that he’s here to help, that it’s okay, it really is okay. Rainbow eyes his hand in surprise. Green’s gaze flicks to the bright, yellow gloves being tucked into a pocket. He himself has been aching to do something, and if Yellow doesn’t figure out how to seem safe to Indigo, he may as well pounce and growl his way to him. Yellow takes a deep breath of his own before trying.

“I have my gloves off, Sweetie,” Indigo shakes his head, not believing the serpentine’s sweet words. “I do, I promise I do. Open your eyes and see. C’mon, just a little peek for me?”

Indigo can’t stop peeking an eye open, through all the spiky and swirling purple that has him captive. His breath hitches again at the sight of bare hands and glittering scales. A whine pierces from his lips as he processes what that means, what it means when Yellow takes his gloves off. He was there for the time he did that around the Others and Rainbow, wasn’t he? Oh, wait, no, he wasn’t. He’d been pushed aside. He hadn’t come back during all that, did he? So, perhaps, this is the first time Indigo’s understanding what gloveless hands truly mean. He’s been quite a quick learner. As is his nature.

The whispers of truth, no hiding hands, truth truth truth shift around in Indigo’s brain. Some of the purple vines that pulse in his veins ease back. Truth is important, is it not?

“See? Wonderful, Logan, just like that,” Yellow reassures as he slowly edges closer to an easing Indigo.

As soon as he sees a scaled hand nearing him, Indigo flinches back. The purple, hurtful vines worsen and squeeze his coherent thoughts like wringing a towel dry. Yellow immediately backs away so as to not make it worse. He’s just making it worse. Of course, he is. Why would any sort of scientist trust such a citric snake?

Yelllow can’t help Indigo do much else. He still tenses around him. He doesn’t trust his lilting voice with what he tries to say. He can’t help him. Yellow feels a numb, floating feeling of what he can only label as hopelessness.

Somewhere, in a far off Flower Garden, a bumblebee stutters in flight and dims.

Green pushes forward, ignoring the strange look in Yellow, and focuses on the dear distressed Indigo. Rainbow still can only stare as his brain remains smothered by choking cotton. He spares an actual, small cough. Yellow glances at him, but says nothing. He tugs his gloves back on, his own sense of tiny, purple arachnids crawling all over his bare hands and scales.

As soon as Indigo catches eye of Green, he eases again. His eyes are wide and open now, staying almost eerily on the Duke in front of him. As he inches closer to the poor Logical Side, there’s a noticeable lack of a flinch. Indigo’s not afraid of him, not really. Out of all the Sides, he’ll listen when it’s important.

And Indigo’s important.

He eases slowly, more and more, and then there’s a warm hand on his stomach that makes him gasp.

“There, Lolo,” Green mutters in his naturally scratchy voice, “Breathin’ ‘s good, yeah?”

Indigo nods as he tries to take a breath in and a breath out, reaching out a shaky and minorly blood-stained hand. He grabs and holds on to the wrist that’s near his stomach, the hand there rubbing tiny circles in an effort to soothe. It works.

Green doesn’t give a flying fuck about the little bits of blood getting on his costume. He’s gotten worse and weirder substances on himself before. Green’s never been one to back down from the disgusting and the shunned.

When Indigo stutters and shudders, Green hushes him gently. The grounding wait of his hand on Indigo eases the shaking until it’s hardly there at all. Greenish gremlins bounce around Indigo’s mind, their taunting whispers heard by the slimy sludge of a royal. Green changes gears.

“Did ya know pinworms can live in your colon?” he says.

This catches not only the panicking scholar’s attention, but also the grimace of Rainbow at the mention of parasitic worms. Yellow sinks out at Green continues on with a distracting rant about gross parasites, whooshing down into the dark depths of where his room resides. No one takes enough notice to say anything.

“They also live ‘round the rectum!” Green chirps conversely.

Indigo blinks as the purple vines around his lungs and in his veins retreat slowly away.

“I think it’s ‘cause they lay their eggs ‘round the butt. Hehe, the butt, hah!” a cackle spikes through the air horribly, but it makes Indigo slump the smallest bit.

“An—anim’ls like to be near their eg—eggs,” Indigo whispers, wetly stumbling out words.

Rainbow’s shoulders slump as his precious Logic calms down, finally gaining control of his lungs again.

“Sooo, what I’m hearin’ is I’m right?” a smirk dances on Green’s lips.

“Mhm, prob—obably. ‘S jus’ a theory, though.”

“Nope, I’m right and I should say it!”

“R’mus.”

“I know for a fact they lay eggs on the ass! And now I know why.”

Indigo huffs, amused exasperation leaking from it, “Thought you said they lay ‘em aroun—ugh...around the anus?”

“I did! That’s practically the ass!”

“Remus, no—”

“Remus, yes.”

It’s a dumb banter, they’ve done much funnier shit than talking about theories that can be technically seen as fact, but it surprises a light chuckle out of Indigo. The entire room feels as though it sings happily at the sound, air buzzing. His laugh is a little wet, he sniffles, but it’s there and wonderful. The violet, spiky, annoying vines retreat entirely. Indigo slumps forward, and Green catches him.

“Hey, I caught a whale’s—”

“Remus,” Rainbow sighs out before he can finish the joke.

“Now, now, Thommy Salami, just ‘cause I’ve got Lolo here don’t mean ya can just try ‘n make me quiet. That ain’t how I work, y’know!”

Rainbow squeezes his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He makes a vague wave in the air as if to gesture to everything.

“Right, I know,” he mumbles, “Hard habit to break.”

Green shrugs, holding on tight to Indigo as the astrophile rubs his tears away.

“Eh, I don’t fuckin’ care. You either break it,” and he takes a pause to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, “or listen to me~”

Rainbow groans as Green snorts at him, almost waiting for Purple to pop up at the suggestion. When he doesn’t, however, Rainbow’s exhaustion decides to make itself known.

“I’m going back to bed, take a nap. Whatever,” Rainbow grumbles as he practically throws himself onto the couch, tugging a soft blanket off the back.

Indigo stands up and separates from Green; the Duke lets him.

“It…” Indigo sighs, now with his bearings again. “I suppose it might be beneficial if I do the same.”

Rainbow looks at him, frowning. They still need to bandage his hands.

“Are you okay, Logan? I’ve never seen you react like that before,” he inquires worriedly.

Indigo simply nods, and a lemon-yellow thread quickly blinks in and out of existence before disappearing entirely. It’s an error to most eyes, invisible to their centre, but it catches the eye of slimy Green. He makes no comment.

“Alright, just...let me know if you need anything, okay? I know today wasn’t—let’s just rest for now and talk later? Okay?” Rainbow offers.

“Alright, Thomas. Rest well,” Indigo says as he sinks out, pulling Green down with him.

“Hey—” is the last Rainbow hears of Green before he and his Logic are gone.

Indigo’s hands still aren’t taken care of.

The only beings left are the tired centre and the citric mist upon the top of the stairs.

The orange mist sinks and seemingly absorbs itself into the carpet of the stairs, leaving rest reassured that Indigo will be somewhat okay for the time being.

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Orange pops up into his room, his mist form flowing off him like a strange waterfall as he shifts into his usual state of being.

That entire mess of a meeting was so fucking exhausting just to watch, Jesus fucking Christ. At least this one didn’t include mention of Nico, though it may as well be a big part of the aftermath of how they keep handling that situation.

He brushes off his spiked leather jacket—even though there’s no dust—and adjusts his flame glasses on the bridge of his nose. His hand brushes against the burn scars that take up a good portion of his face, nearing his eye, and he sighs. Walking towards his bed and sitting down, he scrubs a hand over the side of his face that isn’t scarred. He glances around his room, trying wrap his head around how horribly fucked everything is with the Others right now.

Orange’s room is decorated in varying themes of bright Autumn and fire imagery, pale canary feathers strewn about the carpet. His room is about the standard of any generic room: a bed, a desk, a closet. The difference is his bed is instead more of a loft-nestish hybrid, his desk sitting underneath. There’s feathers on his mattress—by ‘mattress’, he means a nest of blankets, comforters, and pillows—and there’s a repurposed feather pen sitting at an angle by its ink bottle. His closet is made of scored wood and dark metal handles. He has a window that looks not into the Imagination, but into his own place that he tends to: the Flower Garden. Simply named, sure, but fantastical names aren’t needed when the function is all the simpler.

The window sits open ajar, letting in the occasional cool breeze that rolls through the Flower Garden. The tainted smell of wilting, dying, icky flora brings Orange backs to stand, wordlessly heading to the only door that leads to it. Its plain orange-painted door, engraved in its wood is the simple symbol of a canary carrying a butterfly weed in its talons. Orange pushes the door open, and nearly shivers when he sets sight on the state of his poor garden.

Rainbow is not okay, not with wilting flowers and dimming fauna. Not with birds who stutter in flight, not with critters who grow exhausted by a few steps of running around, not with this. Not with the Orange Tree decaying with rotted fruit.

Hopeless.

He is, quite literally, feeling so damn Hopeless.

And it’s so cold in the Flower Garden, even though a bright Sun rests at its peak.

The mysterious orange Side gets to work as he tends to the garden.

He snaps on the necessary gardening gloves, the hems slightly burnt from an incident not too long ago, tugging them on securely. There’s a bucket near the pond in the centre of the garden, one he picks up to collect the fallen, rotten oranges with. There’s still some growing in the tree, some still seem ripe up in the branches, so he leaves them be. There’s still hope, and there’s still Hope. Orange knows well enough how to tend to these things.

As he checks in on the animals, on the flora littered everywhere, he spots a struggling bumblebee. It buzzes as it stumbles into a landing, finding rest on a decently okay flower. It snuggles into the pollen and the petals, trying to find home in it. A red feather falls in front of Orange’s face, and he looks up in time to see the poor hatching chirp in pain. A red cardinal, usually groomed neatly, lands and perches on an Orange Tree branch. This particular branch has very few fruit left on it, though a stray orange blossom lays waking. One of the cardinal’s wings looks oddly bent, feathers messy and almost mud-spotted. The darling bird chirps again, this time looking right at Orange. Its wing is probably either sprained or broken. Right now, it cannot fly.

The little cardinal cannot fly.

Orange frowns, setting the bucket down at the base of the Orange Tree.

There’s a lot of work needed to be done if Rainbow wants to Hope again.

#sanders sides #orange side #orange sanders #thomas sanders #character thomas #virgil sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #chapter 1 #hearthfire

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corndogninja · 1 year

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Photo editing step-by-step semi-tutorial

Trying something new here on the blog... I don't do much tutorial writing but wanted to share a little behind-the-scenes on how I typically edit my cosplay photos. A lot of this is cobbled together from various tutorials or trial-and-error over time but I think the results are pretty nice. I use Photoshop but a lot of these tips are generalized enough you might could use them in your editor of choice.

Let me know if this is helpful or cool, if you'd like to see more of this sort of thing!

First off I just use the default photo editing tools to clean things up a bit. Tighten the crop and adjust the levels and white balance... mostly just "eyeballing" it. Notably I already like the pose, lighting, and composition - anything you can take care of in-camera rather than post is preferable! Then I gotta black out the gun tip - select the tip, tint orange toward blue, lower the saturation way down, then tweak the levels. Of course it still looks like a cap is on the tip, but the focus of the photo is kind of off the gun barrel anyway so who cares.

Next up we're going to swap out the background. In this case I want it to feel kind of indistinct - not a "scene" Wick is actively interacting with but more just scenery he's in front of. Wet nighttime streets are pretty prominent in the opening of Chapter 2 so I selected this photo. I try to use sites like Pixabay that offer free-use photos rather than just pulling whatever from Google Images.

Once I have the photo, I crop it to where the horizon line looks good, add a Gaussian blur to imply depth, and mask it in the background. Photoshop's auto-select has gotten pretty robust, I tweak the cutout just a bit for clarity and to add some light leaks around the outline

In this case I set the transparency to 92% to get it a little lighter. In any case, I then add an Exposure layer to darken it for mood lighting.

Next bit is color correction. In this case I wanted to evoke the look of Chapter 3 promo art... pulled a few reference images and took note of the orange/purple contrast and gradient they use:

I don't recall if I used the eyedropper tool but I created a similar gradient, set to split on my face so the two halves of the background ended up as different colors. Set the layer to "Soft Light" (in this case I actually duplicated it and set that duplicate to 25%), and I masked out some parts where the light is hitting particularly hard (left of face, hands, edge of gun) to keep a more natural look.

Since it's raining, I added a subtle "fog" look to the background. Created a single-layer duplicate of everything so far, masked the background, Gaussian blur - then set that layer to "Lighter Color". You can see it in the building lights, mostly - brings back some brightness after the multiple darkening we've done.

Finally bringing in some rain, again referencing the poster above.

To make the rain layers, I first make a solid black layer then "Add Noise" (monochromatic). Tweak the "Levels" so you get pockets of pure white against black (with a couple mid-grays layered in), then resize the layer so the dots are bigger than single pixels (it's fine if they get blurry). Finally, apply a motion blur to get the "falling" motion.

I do this twice to get a sense of depth. First layer is set to "Overlay" at low opacity (~25%), which also slightly darkens the image.

The second layer is set to "Screen", again at low opacity (~20%). Combined, it gives the effect of rain in front and behind throughout the scene.

Finally I add a cooling "Photo Filter" layer, masked out to points like my face and hands, to add a little contrast. Sometimes I'll do a final pass with "Levels" or "Exposure", "Add Noise", or use some subtle Instagram filters to make sure it looks good on the small screen, but not really in this case.

All said and done, I usually spend less than an hour per image. Despite ending up with 10+ layers it's not too complex and I find the results quite satisfying!

#cosplay #john wick #photoshop #photo edit #cosplay help #guide

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kosmonauttihai · 1 year

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I don’t want to be mistaken for a bot and accidentally get banned. They say customized your blog or have a few blogs. I have customized my blog(I have a custom icon, My background is not the default and instead purple dots with a admittedly kinda crappy bio) and while i don’t have reblogs, I do have several post about various topics. Is that good enough ?

Yeah, that sounds like it should keep people from mistaking you for a bot. Recently bots tend to have either a default icon, or a photo of a woman as their icon. Your bio can be crappy, you'll just want it to look like a human wrote it. Like if you only have an account to lurk fandom blogs or something, put that in your bio. And bots do sometimes reblog, like, or make posts, though their original posts seem to be mostly blatant ads and/or porn. If you reblog things, I recommend tagging them, bots tend to not. If you make original posts, tag them if you want people to see them, but don't tag them with things irrelevant to the post "for maximum exposure", that'll get you reported for spam.

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s-i-d-isat · 3 months

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(The blog header is a default image of light and dark gray stripes. The blog avatar is a default image of a purple sphere with little black dots for eyes, with a pink background. Maybe someday I'll get around to customizing these blogs, but today is not that day.)

Hello and welcome to Sometimes I Describe ISAT, an image description blog for In Stars and Time content!

I will use the tag "isat spoilers" for general game spoilers, and the tag "two hats spoilers" for posts about the secret encounter in Act 6. Please mute these tags if you don't want spoilers!

Related blogs: @s-i-d-t (for non-fandom descriptions), @s-i-d-genshin (for Genshin Impact descriptions)

#not a description #pinned post #s-i-d-isat speaks

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musikat18 · 7 months

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*taps shoulder, holds up long list* let's see uhhhhhhhh 9 11 17 39 44 71 76 80 96. 😃

fuck shit ok let's see

(look it's questions!)

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Okay you know what??? I don't enjoy being AT the beach. B/c god dammit do i really hate sand. But I love the SMELL of beach. Or I guess the ocean, really. top 2 favorite genres of scent. a close second for summer scents is fresh strawberries.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Lately my breakfasts have been a pastry that I can pick at while doing morning reports at work-- sometimes with the weekly fruit-- and a coffee. On Fridays they bring in breakfast for us so that's typically a breakfast taco or a bagel.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Ooh I have two-- one is this pink pair of flats that i LOVE. they're made of recycled plastic and are machine-washable, and they're my favorite shade of pink. The other pair is my black boots with the heels. I just like to feel tall. (i'm not even that short i'm like tall among the short ppl)

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

LEMON CAKE LEMON CAKE LEMON CAKE! I actually love lemon cake but nobody else in my family does. It's a little tart and a little sweet and it's one of my favorite desserts.

44. favorite scent for soap?

Florals! Rose or lavender is my favorite, but any floral scent will do.

71. least favorite pattern?

Tbh i don't think i have a pattern that I hate? but i'm not really a polka dot girlie. i don't hate it it's just the one i like the least.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

as a human in the Texas, i do really love a baked potato SMOTHERED in barbeque and fixings

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

jewel tones! i love bright pinks and rich greens and purples.

96. desktop background?

i need to change it but it's Titans, because i guess not even the show ending can make me give up my toxic ex of television shows

#musikat speaks #ask musikat #ask me anything #look it's questions

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crimsontroupe · 1 year

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for aliah, nox and adonia:

you look into a mirror that shows your ideal future. what do you see?

As one closes their eyes, the realm of the mind expands. With it, a turbulent whirlwind of black, tinged by three colors. Red, green and purple. They converge at the same point, one after the other. That whirlwind forms an almost endless corridor: at the end of it, an ornate mirror.

Each beacon of light approaches it, reflecting a different life and a different result. Almost threatening to fade out of existence, the purple light seems about to flicker out before deciding to burn with intense brightness.

What it sees reflected are wings of bone and wings covered by feathers. It is a behemoth of a dragon, its head split into two. But it does not look at him with rage or contempt.

The God looks at Equinox with acceptance, and with a gesture all is well. Tainted wings return to their glorious splendor, no more the man has to face the shame of its grotesque look. In that same gesture, the return of magic. The acknowledgement that he was never allowed to receive, bestowed upon him like a man being knighted.

He forgets about his suffering and rage, he forgets and forgives. It washes over him like a calamitous flood, and the demigod drowns without complaint. It snuffs out that boiling anger.

There is one face that is nowhere to be seen. At that moment, Equinox does not mind that the owner of gentle golden locks is absent. Like a man parched after a long walk in the desert, he drinks of divinity. That same divinity he rejects and despises.

He is whole at last, and the consequences matter little.

The green wisp is next. It observes the exit of the wrathful and greedy, but says nothing.

Adonia faces the mirror, and watches another reality unfold. There is no other answer when you play hypotheticals: you who have endured tragedy, what is it that you wish?

I wish for the tragedy to not have happened, the survivor asks.

I wish for a different ending, the survivor begs.

I wish to not be a survivor, Adonia answers.

He sees his own reflection and of his siblings. A moment longer to talk, the courage needed to both cross the boundary and change reality. But before such a thing, he ties the loose ends together enough that they will not catch on fire immediately.

Adonia desires not to rule Ruthia, but to peacefully pass it to people who agree to receive it. They are together still, all four of them.

But he still abandons his role as a daisy, grasps the opportunity to become a flower that directs its gaze towards the sun.

Reflected is the image of a kingdom that never crumbled, whose ruins never existed. Reflected is the face of a young queen, who could still hide it away from the Conqueror.

The bright dawn, the free bird that the wisp can almost hear singing a song of peace. Dusk never comes, the mist does not take you.

He is there, sometimes. Even when confronted with such a question, his ideal future is one where other people are happy. His ideal future is simply the background to the happiness of the people he failed to save.

But grief does not consume the wisp: it knows what it sees can never be. His current self is his ideal self, and the future he walks towards is the best one he can afford. So he keeps the people he wants to protect close, hiding carefully under petals.

The red light filament is the only one that is left in the room.

It turns to face the mirror and present his own answers.

The mirror is empty. It reflects nothing, swallowing all light in the room. It reflects not even Aliah, instead absorbing that pitch black whirlwind unto itself. What he desires is beyond that threshold.

The moment where everything turns into nothingness. Dark, dark.

And then a tiny dot of light. Barely imperceptible normally, it seems blindingly bright in deep darkness.

Aliah stretches his hand towards it.

That small dot explodes and fills the room with white. Overwhelms the darkness, thrusts the entire place into stasis. And in that moment, that moment where nothing turns into something – Aliah dissipates.

That is his wish. That is his ideal future. That glimpse into the unknown, into what people can only see when the universe dies and is reborn once more.

Silence fills the white room. There are no more colored wisps, there is nothing.

Watching the red - unbeknownst to the wizard - there is a mask. The white is what seemed to be that initial, distant light he glimpsed at first. Now under oppressing circumstances, it rises from the maelstrom. Divided between light and darkness, creation and destruction. Without a word, it watched the wizard carefully. Without a word, the mask disappears. Of all three wisps, only the red is sure it can accomplish what it set out to do.

Of all three, only the red knows not of his fate. Magic and knowledge walk hand in hand towards the apocalypse.

#the last rose of summer ; adonia #black roses for the wicked one ; aliah #half light of dawn ; equinox #i couldve answered in a very simple way but why do that when i said 'oh i don't feel like writing' and i decide to write instead

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Purple mood board

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dodo-begone · 3 years

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It's the Cat's Life for Me

Pairing: Ranboo x Reader, Tommy x Reader, Tubbo x Reader, Purpled x Reader

Request: Can I have your take on the yandere boys (purpled, ranboo, tommy, and tubbo) with a cat hybrid reader? Don't overwork yourself and remember self care! <3

Word count: 1.6k words

A/n: This all platonic, nothing romantic. Also oops i didn't make it yandere- misread it.

Ranboo

He’d definitely be excited to meet you, especially since you’re a hybrid. He’s an enderman hybrid and you are? Oh a cat hybrid! That’s really cool! You two should hang out a few times- it’ll be great.

When he realizes and puts the pieces together, he gets ultra excited. Most cats don’t like water, right? So does that mean you don’t like water or- oh you definitely don’t like water! Or water in that way. Maybe water period- you know what he shouldn’t and won’t try that again.

Now you two playfully threaten each other with water. You, at least, would have a squirt bottle at the reader for whenever the moment is right. Ranboo does the same. Think old wild west style shoot off. That’s what happens.

There has to be loads of cuddle sessions with purring. Specifically to calm one of you down. Or both of you. Doesn’t matter, works all the same.

I don’t care what Mojang said; endermen can and will be fluffy.>:( They have to be. So you just pet each other to help calm down. Either be pet or pet, that is the question. Honestly it’s a “whatever you think works best for you bud” thing.

So I already mentioned how you helped with his anxiety. But I want to go slightly more in depth with it. Anytime he seems like he’s panicking, and you get his permission, you just flop on him and purr up a storm. The combination of weight, sound, heat and feeling is very comforting to him. You’re like a living weighted blanket!

Also you totally nap on him during this time, making it impossible for him to stand up and do anything. Just designated chill time.

When this man enderwalks, it’s a whole cute show. Just an enderman hybrid, slightly hunched and walking around the server, muttering stuff in a different language. Then you got that cat hybrid that’s following him and occasionally rubbing against him. Especially if they think he’s about to get into trouble.

Sometime he’ll just pick you up and carry you around with him. It’s the equivalent of a child picking up the family cat and walking around with it. He isn’t properly holding you so you do that cat slinky thing where they just elongate like a slinky. You aren’t pleased but you can’t get out of his grasp.

Tommy

Okay kinda following the headcannon that Tommy has wings here. But when he finds out you’re a cat hybrid? Oh man this is so cool! What cat things can you do? Do you know? Want to find out? Want to commit science with him?

He will drop you from great heights and free fall with you. It’s a fun activity only the two of you can enjoy together.

Before you hit the ground, he’ll do his best to grab you and land. Other times aren’t that fortunate so you just land on the ground yourself. Mostly on your feet but there were a few times Tommy messed you your angle. He’ll always make sure you’re okay by the end.

Like any bird, he will love to annoy you. There is no safe place. Look away or don’t pay attention when he’s talking? Grab and gentle yoink the tail. Loves to just attack your tail when you’re relaxed or least expect it.

Once he realizes what effect catnip has on you, it’s game over. He can get you to do whatever he wants! After you play, rub, eat and sniff the catnip. And if he can get and keep your attention. Maybe this was a mistake…

Will absolutely get you cat toys. You don’t enjoy them, yet you do. It’s Tommy’s way of patronizing you but they’re also so fun. Man what a conundrum....

His favorite toy to get you is a laser pointer. Easy entertainment for everyone! Plus it’s his secret weapon. Admittedly his newest. It was something he should’ve realized ages ago. But now? Oh it’s his new best friend- besides you of course.

Losing an argument? Pull out the laser pointer? Wanting you to do something because he’s too lazy? Point that little red dot at a point where you pouncing on it gets his job done.

Play fighting is a very common occurrence between the two of you. Happens right out of the blue. You two could literally be chilling on a hill and then you two are wrestling aggressively on the ground.

Tommy also tries to spook you. Is it effective? Sometimes. Usually not. But when he’s able to get you to jump and just bolt away screaming? Man those are the best reactions! You jump so high too!

Tubbo

Aw man, here comes another fuzzy duo!! You two can easily chill out with each other. It’s incredible. You both calm down together. And just chit chat so much. Emotional support friend? Sure.

You’re so good with Micheal too. Micheal just wants to pet you so much. Big cat? But also human? Good friend? Cool friend? Soft and fuzzy friend!! You’re like a giant talking cat to him, for lack of a better description. You can do human stuff. You just got some animal features.

Another duo that will just cuddle. Bring in Ranboo and Micheal while you’re at it. Make it a family cuddle session!! The little group will see two people cuddling and go “I must join”.

I feel he has an area to grow plants in Snowchester. He just has to. So you know what that means? He’ll grow you stuff! Load of cat grass and some catnip along with other greenery that you like to much on. He makes sure they aren’t poisonous to cats- wait how much of that will apply to you? Do you know?

Okay so you two play fight, but much less aggressively than you and Tommy would. You two also include Micheal. Very gentle play fighting then. Like ultra.

You two fight with what your instincts are telling you. Mostly acting out on the funny animal behaviors that’ll make Micheal laugh or just to have fun with it.

He will get you so many soft things. Just so much. Soft blankets, fluffy pillows and so much else man. Especially trying to get the squishy and soft stuff so you can knead it. Honestly a very endearing sight. You purr so heavily doing it.

Now you two will do gentle headbutts of affection. Very gentle, mind you. You two are very wary of the horns that peak through Tubbo’s fluffy hair. Sometimes the two of you won’t gently butt heads, but butt your heads against other body parts like the upper arm or shoulder. To grab attention and show affection.

Purpled

Now this relationship is going to be mildly different from the get go. There won’t be an innate sense of “what’s right” or how hybrids function as a being/person. See, Purpled is a human. You are a cat hybrid. Two very different species. The backgrounds and some of the body language is different, but you two manage quite well.

So he’ll treat you differently than the other hybrids. Well, only a wee bit. He’lll treat you like the others but in a different way, with a different tone to his actions. It’s very sweet, but you tell him it’s not necessary. He still does it.

One of the cat-like things he found out was that you don’t like water. People usually like water and some cats like water, yet you’re like a majority of cats. You despise getting wet. Attempts at smacking anything that’s getting you wet was what clued him in on this. Specifically when he accidentally did it. Oops.

You two can’t swim together. Napping is really out of the question because he has work and sleeping doesn’t seem like the most interesting activity. Although relaxing, it isn’t too productive.

Activities are hard to come by; stuff you’d want to do with Purpled is stuff he definitely doesn’t want to do and vise versa. After a standstill on what to do, you two started to get creative with the ideas.

Building super tall buildings? Although not safe for Purpled, you can easily take the fall. Along with that, Purpled is more than happy to build tall things. You can’t tell me otherwise because this man built a whole ufo.

Sometimes he’ll even bring you on his mercenary missions. It’s a cool way to hang out and have some more one-on-one time and you two get to work together. A very pog situation.

He tries to give you a part of the money; 50-50 for you guys. But you deny. It was his job, you just came around. Although not too happy about it, because you two worked together on this, he’ll concede. After all, he can just slowly slip the money into your house.

On these trips you not only provide companionship but you also are more than ready to work. Maybe playing coy and cute for a patron at a bar to lure them out and away from the public eye to be executed by Purpled. Or it could be a simple distraction of someone running by. Maybe you’re able to pickpocket the target and get what’s needed. You’re a cute and fuzzy swiss army knife

He loves to get on higher surfaces than you and try to pick you up. Even if it’s only enough to just get your feet on the ground. You do the little cat extension thingy and he thinks that’s super cool and funny. So he’ll do it often. Though you try to object, claiming to not enjoy the process at all. Yet that smile and giggles say otherwise.

#mcyt x reader #tommy x reader #dsmp x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #dsmp shipping #mcyt shipping #dsmp!tommy #dsmp!ranboo #dsmp!tubbo #dsmp!purpled #purpled x reader #dodo writing #c: tommy #c: ranboo #c: tubbo #c: purpled

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