#the faster its fixed

[lapucianprincess]

Time to play everyone's least favorite game: will ao3 be down long enough to trend on tumblr?

[flamingpudding]

Cats are liquide, so is Daniel

... that's what Damian decided after having watched the other for a while and noticed behavior similarites to Alfred, the cat.

Daniel comes and go like he wants unless you made a set plan with him, the only times he appears for sure where the meals Alfred made sure he attended. Otherwise, good luck finding the other if he doesn't want to be found.

That had irked Damian a lot at first but he had learned to accept it, if not completely willingly but Richard insisted that it was good brotherly behavior of him to not demand to Daniel's location when he doesn't want to be found.

Another thing was that his newly acquired brother purred. Like a cat. Damian would never admit it towards his other siblings. But his efforts in getting along with Daniel tripled when he learned this fact. For one, the switch from calling him Fenton to Daniel gained him a pleased purring. He was not calling him by nickname yet, that was something he would refuse longer until he ran out of tactics to make the other comfortable enough to purr.

But the most common fact that Daniel appeared to have with Alfred, the cat, was that his body must be made of liquid or at least as flexible like a cats. While Alfred, again the cat, found tight spaces like vases, bags, bowls and other things comfortable to rest in, Daniel appeared to show something similar.

Tight spaces, like a cupboard, the nocks between to shelves, the little space between a shelve and the ceilings. If Daniel disappeared he could be found in spaces like that. But what him appear even more liquid like was the was Daniel also tented to rest in more common spaces.

Damian had blinked in disbelieve the first time he found Danial in the common room. One leg on the couch, the other on a side table his back laying on the floor a book in his hands he was reading while his head was under the coffee table. And he though is elder siblings were bad with the way the collapsed couches or other seating spaces at times. How was that comfortable?

Another time Damian had found him sleeping, hanging upside down from a bookshelf in the library with his knees hooked on the top of the shelve. The book he appeared to have been reading like that laid fallen on the floor Daniel's arms hanging down above it and his face was getting a rather red coloring with all the blood gravity was pulling down towards it.

Then, there was also that time he found Daniel curled up in a spare tire of the Batmobile after patrol. How did he even manage to fit in there?

So Damian decided Daniel was a human cat. Because as weird as his family was, this was in no shape or form normal behavior. The fact that he was now finding Daniel napping in the chandelier of the foyer like it was a bed proved it. Not even Richard did that.

Really Damian wouldn't even have noticed it if he hadn't happened to look up. He was going to have a talk with Daniel about this even Alfred, the cat, knew to behave better than this. And if that didn't work, then he would allert his other siblings or maybe he should go directly to Pennyworth with this.

[clumsypuppy]

my stardew farmer ^_^ he doesnt have a green thumb for shit so he keeps animals and does mining

some tidbits i came up with while playing hehe

reclusive and doesnt really go out of his way to talk or visit people unless its an errand. but he also doesnt try to befriend others to get something out of it, so he has a very easygoing approach to making friends. on good terms with linus and sebastian since he runs into them most often.

if he respects or takes a liking to someone, he'll greet them with miss/mister (name). if you get close to him he starts using first name basis. if he doesn't like you, he'll refer to you by your title without using your name. only a few people have caught on to this.

the farm he inherited, Milky Way Farm, was the site of a meteorite crash and sometimes you can find shards of meteor debris littered around the farm (i picked the hilltop farm bc of this lol)

lost his sweater and pants a long ass time ago and doesnt have the time to look for them, so hes been working in his sleep clothes ever since

isnt actually grandpa's real heir to the farm... ;)

[fatal-blow]

ive talked plenty about how neander foot sends you down a slow spiral of chronic pain that builds in a positive feedback loop from the time you start to walk

but i have not talked nearly enough about how the recovery from neander foot is a similar feedback loop but in the other direction.

it used to take a lot of work to pull one part of the body back into place, but now i can reset a whole bunch of stuff in the span of a few minutes, and it's not even me who begins the stretches, i'll just be vibing and the body will be like "brother you need to shift like this" followed by a cascade of thunking and crackling and then i just. am vibing slightly more comfortably than before

[iconicname]

low quality test animations of both day and night mode of the chimera form of my oc

[stygian-blu]

wips bc i might not be able to get back to these for a while but also i like where they're going :c

[yume-fanfare]

today's sidequest has been doing some scanning and cleaning of my mom's 1985 candy candy manga that's held together by tape. it was afaik the first manga that was ever published in spain, and it was both in color and flipped for western reading, in B5 format! this was a hardcover edition that compiled several shorter stapled installments of each manga chapter, that had been previously released by themselves

[abirddogmoment]

Just posting this so I can find it again

[pondbythelake]

prologue. will have lesbian vampires later. not beta read. entirely written by me; technically all original work but can easily be an au for a many fandom <3 its like tv14/mature somewhere in between btw graphic but not like rated r explicit

1536. Somewhere in North West England, half a days walk from the coast. 

A castle once belonging to a long dead noble of forgotten titles and names, lost in the crossover of  monarchy and power, now belonging to a pair of siblings. 

It wasn’t a fully operational castle by any means, but there was enough of them to keep it mostly running. Some worked in the gardens, some the kitchens, some the armory, some preferred cleaning duty. Between the siblings and their pupils, they managed to take care of themselves.

Now, they didn’t actually need the food. It was more-so done as a rehabilitation activity. You see, it was essentially a hospital. The siblings would take daily trips down to the local morgues, and see if any of the dead would rise. Those that would, would find a home here. It taught them how to feel resourcefully, without giving into the emotions of the circumstance. It was a way to save those with untimely and tragic ends. And it lightened up the load of the morgue, and with plague or war upon war or plague they took that whenever they could. 

This, over time, turned into a whole school. They had started it up a few times, having to move. They got caught a few times. But they had always managed to rebuild it. After all, prior to finding this place, they had been living out of much smaller places. Only time for one or two pupils at a time. Here, they were able to save far more people than that. And they were able to pick up those that the less, considerate, of their kind left behind, and take care of them as well. 

Most of the others thought the siblings were slightly insane for what they were doing, always being met with frustrations or limitations about being solitary and avoiding packs - but they never believed it. After all, they hadn’t even had a bad egg yet. Of all their pupils, 26 of which had already left to go help elsewhere or just, go live, none had rejected it. All were, of their own words, better for it. 

At least it had been that way. It seems one of the pupils was determined to prove the opposite of the siblings. That no matter what they did - the vampire is a violent, cruel, and isolated creature. One meant to destroy humanity. No matter what they did. He refused the possibility of anything else.

And aside from the month being difficult due to the new prospect of how to handle a bad egg, it had been a normal day. The hunters brought back a new pupil, as well as enough animals for a few days of blood. The blood was prepped and stored, the kitchens had just gotten hold of a new fruit and made a pie. 

Until the sun set. And a haze fell in the air. Allowing the faintest of lights in the distance to appear. Lights that were not usually visible - they were miles from any others. Someone was specifically looking for them. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rain pattered upon the window, a woman sitting at a desk, only lit by the glow of a candle as she scribbled away in a journal. Through the window something flickers in the distance. gone by the time she looks up. A knock at the door startles her, bit only enough to elicit a small jump. And them she returned to her writing. 

“I think it’s just about time” the voice behind her said, it was dark and grumbly filled with urgent sense of calm. 

She ignored him, not pausing in her writing. Getting as much written down as possible. 

“Lenore please. The time to leave is closing.” He continued, the calm disappearing with each additional moment. 

She paused her writing for a moment, looking straight out the window. Multiple flickers now in the distance. Hardly above her breath, but just enough for him to hear, she softly began.“There is nothing we can do.” She paused, but unfinished, as she slowly stood up to turn and face him. “One of our own has brought this upon us. I heard him before he left this morning. There is no where we could go. Either we let them go, untrained and unprepared, to be unleashed upon humanity like an invasive plague, or we stay. And get them all killed anyways. There were no options form the moment he decided to go to the crown.” With that, she picked up her books, and there had been many, and tried to walk past and out the door. 

“You knew all of this HOURS ago and told none of us? You didn’t think that might be important information? Give us lead time? Time to make any choices?” He was restraining a yell, so as not to worry the students, but it was nearly impossible, and he was beginning to think worrying them might be the best course of action. 

She locked eyes with him, books cradled into her arms. “You do whatever you want to do from here. But I have to go do this. He has sent in motion a plan we cannot stop. But if you let me go do this - one day there will be people to stop it. But I am sorry. Time could not be wasted on us. Our fates have been sealed.” And then managed to scoot out the door and past him, and the moment she had, burst into a run. She went out the back of the building, fewer lights flickering in the distance. 

Back inside, watching his sister leave them all to die. Only minutes till the crown-backed-mob attacked. Over 30 pupils. And only one of him. 

How do you tell them. How do you prepare 30 mostly brand new vampires that one of their own just sent the crown after them and there was nothing meaningful they could do. Rooms of brand new immortals. All just to die again anyways. 

Glancing back outside again, the flickers ever closer, nearing the point of being able to make out the bodies. And horses. It was looking bad. The building was at least stone, so they couldn’t burn it - again. 

But there had to be at least 200 out there. If not more. 

Still. He had to do something. So he began, going room to room. Telling them to go into the basement. To get into the armory. They had, even if still marginally slim, a chance if they got down there. 

But by the time he had reached some of the last rooms, and they were only just making their way down, did the villagers start filing in. 

First it was just the door, the pound of them trying to break it open. But before they managed to, the first window shattered. Then a second. Then a third. Then he lost count as the chaos began. 

The three that had reached the armory ran back up, in an effort to help the others. From the upstairs he could see it all. a few dragged away and into the carriages, likely pre chosen. Most began dropping like flies. A few of them were such new recruits. One hadn’t even had a first blood meal. 

Then the door flung open. all of that and the front door hadn’t even been open. 

And there he was. last seen at that door as a friend, a pupil. Now bringing the reign of terror to his previous friends. A pride on his face, as he looked at the carnage he had directly caused. 

Then he started counting. looking one by one at all the dead on the ground. A whisper to another, checking how many had been taken. 

The last few around the edges of the house had fallen as he counted, and before he turned to leave satisfied with himself, looked up at Clement with such satisfied distain that it could freeze a sun. and then walked out, without saying a word, the rest of the village following. 

And once again - for the third time, the program failed. The first two due to failing to stay separate of town. Now, because one of their own. volunteering them. Announcing them. All for what? Because he found his want to pillage more important than anything else. Including all of his new family. 

Clement stared down at the mess before him. He couldn’t save any of them. They were already turned. Already dead. Now they’re just, more dead. All that work to save them the first time. 

The sun rose. Then the sun set again. At some point clement sat along the rail. Just staring at the catastrophic failure. Eventually, after a few more sun sets, he began to stand. Practically starving at this point, he basically tumbled his was down the stairs, and out into the forest surrounding the house. After managing to grab a fox, it only satiated a bit of the hunger. But it was enough to start. 

He walked all the way over the a pavilion down the stream, and began to dig a hole for each. They each technically already had coffins. And it would be a long time till he ever started the program back up. If he ever did. He dragged each coffin out of their rooms, down the stairs, and out to the pavilion. It took three days. 

Then he took each of them, and laid them in their coffins. Each already personalized by them. So it was easy to tell who went where. Which at least allowed for one part of the process to be easy. 

The littlest, she was only 6. River drowning. Had managed to bring her back. She was always making everyone things out of flowers, so they had decorated hers in flowers. She had been one of the first out. Her surrogate older sister was next, she fell first. the knife still gripped in her hand was covered in blood. So she at least did manage to put up somewhat of a fight. She had come from the stables. The horses had nearly killed her, she just got stuck. Wrong place at the wrong time. Twice now. But un-savable this time. 

Then more. Then more. Then more. Each of the 30 they currently had. He could have sent for some of the graduates, but how. And would that not put them in farther danger? 

Once all the pupils had been burying and covered, he went back into the house, and boarded up the windows. Fixed the door. And locked it. 

He sat down at the dining table, fit for 40. And stared. At least 100 years would pass before he would move again from that spot. And even then it took another 100 for him to leave the building, but even then, the edge of the grounds was as far as he dared to go. 

[relto]

ohh

segmentation fault is very likely caused by socket fuckery again (we know the drill & i can reference the server i wrote earlier this year)

yk the OTHER issue was that i get random string outputs that get thrown into the number conversion functions. turns out the programmer used very small fixed buffer sizes, so most likely this is caused by the responses being longer than the buffer...

[lex-the-lesbiann]

my most controversial dndads take is probably that i think code purple was the right decision what who said that?!

[nightmare8-420]

Possibly cw for ed, sorta numbers (steps), also fit check. Not body

Knives knives knives knives (in tune of something i think is by bo burnham) also idk why my middle finger looks like that it aint cut or anything.

Is 5,377 steps in 49 mins good? Bad?? Like i said. Gonna go to 10,000, but uh. God give me a moment im NOT passing out from fucking simple dehydration.

Uavgfns tbh i kinda feel like shit. Like maybe a bit better tho? Proud ish maybe?? Uh. As in ‘at least im doing something’

(Ok so little edit, i looked it up and it said abt 30-50 mins for 5000 steps so. Eh. But i was just. Normally walking. Nothing intense ish. HOWEVER the road i walk on is weirdly shaped and its ever so slightly curved and goes up and down so. This is why im so sore! Im not kidding. Its not consistent 💔 (also smth said step length but it doesnt make sense. My step length is 15.4 - 30.3 and it didnt line up so. Eh. Also according to iphone i have no idea bc i dont measure every step i take!)

[darabeatha]

ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀɪꜱᴍꜱ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ.

Bold - Always/Yes, Italic - Sometimes/Kind of

ᴇʏᴇꜱ.ㅤ avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when agitated, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, tears fall on their own but doesn't understand, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes constantly move during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.

ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ.ㅤ clasps behind back,  rest in lap,  fidgets with clothes,  twiddles thumbs,  chews at nails,  pushes back cuticles,  draws patterns on table/counter surfaces, makes animated gestures while speaking,  only gestures to emphasize,  utilizes sign language,  speaks only through sign,   callouses,  scars,  smooth,  wrinkled,  worn,  soft,  delicate,  boney,  slender,  thick,  veiny,  touches others while speaking,  reaches out while laughing,  reaches out to comfort others,  reaches out to seek comfort,  places face in hands when exasperated, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed,  rests chin in hand,  taps fingers when impatient,  taps fingers when nervous,  taps fingers while thinking,  scratches scalp,  strokes chin,  rubs back of head,  toys with objects around them,  runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ.ㅤ chews lip,  chews at inside of cheek,  licks lips,  bites tongue,  chews on straws,  resting frown,  resting smile,  neutral resting expression,  resting pout,  grinds teeth,  flexes jaw,  covers mouth when laughing,  covers mouth when shocked,  covers mouth when concerned,  hands to lips while thinking,  covers mouth when chewing,  chews with mouth closed,  chews with mouth open,  smirks,  grins,  subtle smiles,  wide smiles,  sad smiles,  intimidating smiles,  menacing grins,  openly smiles,  tries to suppress smiles, rarely smiles, bares teeth when angry,  lips quiver when emotional,  stutters,  speaks quickly,  speaks slowly,  good pronunciation,  poor pronunciation,  moderate pronunciation,  purses lips,  sucks in lips,  holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

ʟᴇɢꜱ.ㅤ bounces leg when nervous,  draws knees to chest when sitting,  draws knees to chest as a means of comfort,  sits on knees,  sits with legs crisscrossed,  sits with legs spread open in chairs,  crosses legs when sitting in chairs,  sits with one leg folded under the other,  places feet on furniture,  never places feet on furniture,  sits on counters,  sits on desks,  sits on tables,  sits on edge of seat,  sits hunched over with forearms on knees,  arches one knee up,  sits on the arm of chairs/couches,  feet on dashboard,  swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated,  wiggles toes when nervous,  wiggles toes as a general tick,  shuffles feet,  kicks foot into ground,  stomps feet,  loud footsteps,  quiet footsteps,  silent footsteps.

ʜᴀɪʀ.ㅤ runs fingers through hair,  tugs at hair,  picks at scalp,  chews on hair,  twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  prefers hair out of face,  prefers long hair,  prefers short hair,  wears hair back,  keeps hair down,  smooths back hair,  plays with other’s hair while talking,  plays with own hair while talking,  strokes hair to comfort others,  likes having hair stroked for their own comfort,  braids others’ hair while talking,  braids own hair while talking,  flips hair out of face,  pushes hair out of face,  leaves hair alone even when falling into face.

[shrimplysitting]

ive been wanting to revisit homestuck for the last year and ive finally gotten up and made a blog about it. i joined tumblr in 2015 specifically because i was reading homestuck and wanted to find fan content about it, but after a while i fell out of the space. i considered myself an ex-homestuck, if you will. but the fan space has changed so much in the almost 10 years since i first really started engaging with it and i really like a lot of the stuff being made now, it's been inspiring and kind of reflects what i remember getting out of the comic more, which just has really driven me to want to start doing fan stuff again. i made so much fanart all the time back when i was in high school, comics and sketches and digital pieces galore. i want to revisit it because in so many ways it feels like it provides a really good platform to jump off of if i want to draw but can't come up with anything right away, you know??? there's so many characters to doodle while you think. so here i am.

[bmpmp3]

gives your vocal synth a chronic illness. metatextually.

[eyepatchdate]

i can't believe i never posted any of my snk fic. like. i have MULTIPLE NOTEBOOKS of handwritten stuff, and a LOT on my phone but like. i was into snk when i didn't have access to a computer. so almost none of this is typed and so thus also none of it was ever posted.