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Giving in to my impulse.

I posted this pixel art in four different Discord servers and was thinking maybe I should post it to tumblr as well. Here it is, something I might do if I'm bored. The second picture is a result of the positive response I got to the first picture, including the Admin of one of the servers telling me:

"It looks perfect to me - copying and pasting is absolutely the way to go for something like this. I've never been good at detailed design work like this, so when I see someone make something this cool, it has my respect! Let us know if you make more!"

Which, along with the other comments and emoji reactions I had gotten in three of the servers (the fourth server is my own, and I think I'm the only person actually active in that one) made me REALLY HAPPY and want to MAKE something to share with everyone that had given me compliments/emoji. --- If you like them and want to try to print them out and/or color them, feel free to do so, possibly reblogging on this post so others can see how awesome you are at coloring?

What the original file I was working in looked like before I started making the pixel art in it below the cut, as well as a long ramble. (shifty look)

I think I started both pictures by making a 60 by 60 pixel box in the upper left corner (the original box on the simpler image is the most repeated box on it, the corners got replaced with what I turned the center box into) and copy pasting it a bunch of times. Then I would take an empty area and start working there and copy paste that a bunch of times. (It is kind of annoying that if your selection in MS Paint isn't square it doesn't want to rotate it properly) Yes, I made these in MS Paint, mostly with the Pencil tool while zoomed in as far as I could get and then I saved them as PNGs because that seemed to be the format that would most faithfully keep what I had actually DONE in the files I was working on. I'm not very good at making non-pixel art (on the computer) and I don't like what some of the formats you can save things as do to my pixel art. JPGs for example are absolutely the wrong thing to save something like this as, since that format is better suited for things like photographs (or comics, maybe?), you know, pictures that actually have gradients in the ORIGINAL source material. I was just using black and white.

I did occasionally used to make pictures on real paper with pens, pencils, colored pencils, and the like. (I would often draw in class when I was in high school, and sometimes before and after that.) I don't remember how often I would use markers. But trying to scan things like that into a computer can totally change what they look like which can make the artist sad. ... I should probably stop rambling and post the post now?

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Which storyline should they do first in Wayrift?

Edit: it occurs to me I should put the website for the comic >_> -> wayrift.com

I just want it to get above 17 votes, not sure this'll help, but here's the poll for that -> https://strawpoll.com/GPgVYVq78na

I think the one I voted for is currently in last place as of my posting this. :(

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I have no idea what this is, but it looks like there are three outer doors and a staircase. It kind of gave me the impression of a mall, but I think most malls have more outer doors?

Map Sneak Peak

I'm trying out a real map maker for the next map location of our journey. (Not this arc.) It's going to be a huge map! Here's only the floor-plan of one with limited labels. Can you tell what the structure is?

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I wanted to vote for several different things. Fairies it is! G/T Yay!

Roll The Poll: Gt Editon

I am going to write a gt story, the particulars of which shall be determined via poll! The inital idea for this kind of prompt was created by @snowdice for her Dice Roll fics, and modified by @kieraelieson to use polls rather than dice, and modified again by me to be gt themed

so, first question:

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This AU can get more gory than "Is There Anything Left of Patton", but it's still pretty fun. I'd been avoiding sending in another ask since my ask was the last one answered (and I didn't want to seem like I was spamming), and because (as you might be able to tell from my most recent asks that were answered) I was nervous and didn't quite know where I wanted the story to go.

Anyway, somewhat gory Sanders Sides Zombie AU Ask Blog done by Adriana in the Snow, an excellent author.

Okay. I would like to bring this ask blog back from the dead. (Yes that is a pun.) I'm not 100% sure how to do it however. I have significantly less time than I did when this blog was more active and a lot of other projects I work on. Plus this blog is a lot of effort I'm putting a poll with possible routes here. Please answer it if you see this!

*As they come/motivation is dangerous because my mind just... forgets things. No object permanence

**The random works rotation is a current strategy I'm using where I random number generate a WIP and work on it for a week. (Guess which WIP came up this week...) This would mean it's up to chance when I work on it. Could have a whole month in a row and then not see it for half a year. There are currently 16 works on this list including this one.

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Not really physically disabled myself (as far as I'm aware), but I feel like a great many of my spoons are being held hostage by many of the forks I have to deal with. In other words, I've got potential spoons that are secured inside the cutlery cabinet by forks that are jammed into the walls. Or more accurately, I have things that I might like to do that would require me to do something else that I feel I don't have the spoons for before doing them. Also, some of the other things said in the "reblogged" section are so awesome and fit in really well with my feelings on the subject of spoon theory.

I know we talk a lot about keep jumping on boxes, but I'm honestly so grateful for Joe hills' knife theory; a variation on spoon theory that says once you're out of spoons, you can choose to take knives instead in the knowledge that it will hurt later. and the number of times I've told myself 'ok let's take the knives' is so high that I've found it really helps to acknowledge it. Thanks, Joe

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Current votes: 32. Current votes per: Spring 12, Summer 4, Fall 12, Winter 4. I feel we need to break the tie between Spring and Fall before the poll ends, and I'm regretting having voted for Summer. Although, I'm sure no matter what season the epilogue takes place in, it will be AWESOME! I'm not sure my reblogging this will actually achieve my aim of getting the tie broken without moving an already established vote from Summer to Spring. >_>

Little Kestrel Epilogue Vote

Time to pick the vibes of the Little Kestrel Epilogue.

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This seems really fun so far. I am so looking forward to the next chapter. After rereading it I figured out why he recognized him.

"One Emo Latte, with Extra Soulmates"

Roll the Poll fic 1: Janus, Virgil, and Remy in a triad. In a Hurt/Comfort fic with a Soulmates universe and the prompt ‘housing’. AO3

Content warning for kidnapping, quite a bit of cursing, as well as societal and specific poly-phobia, resulting in violence.

Virgil’s head nodded and he jerked it upright. He’d hoped the smell of coffee would keep him awake, but he’d been nodding off ever since midnight. 

“Heya, babes,” the barista said, giving him a wry, apologetic smile. 

Virgil knew immediately why he was there. “Two hours again already?” 

Remy nodded, peeking at Virgil over his shades. “Why don’t you head home and get some sleep? You could certainly use it.” 

Virgil sighed, his inhibitions broken down by the lack of sleep and the way his favorite barista had allowed him to nod off in the corner all night, only following protocol when necessary. Namely, that a customer had to buy something every two hours, or else be asked to leave. 

“I’m having… housing difficulties…” Virgil admitted, not willing to share any more. 

Remy put a hand on his hip, considering Virgil. He then glanced around the cafe, confirming that it was empty. He sat down across from Virgil. 

“We may be open 24 hours, but this really isn’t a great option.” 

Virgil nodded. “Yeah, I know. I can— I can just go.”

“Hold on, bitch. I’m not kicking you out. Just trying to help you find a place to sleep.” 

Virgil shrugged helplessly. “I don’t have much cash for a hotel or something.” 

“What about your soulmate?” Remy asked. “I’m sure they’ll be willing to put you up for a night.” He winked at Virgil. “Pretty lil emo down on his luck, I’d tap that too.”

The flirty joke pulled a half grin out of Virgil. “I haven’t met him yet,” he admitted. 

Remy shrugged. “Loads of soulmates are close to each other before they meet. Scribble down the address of the cafe. See if he shows up. Here, I’ve got a pen.”

Virgil took the pen, staring at it doubtingly. 

Remy stood and stretched. “I need some caffeine in me too. I’ll treat you for this one.” 

Virgil’s eyes went wide and he gaped at Remy. “No, you don’t have to do that!” 

Remy just waved a hand dismissively in his direction, already going behind the counter and starting to pull out cups. 

Virgil’s gaze was drawn to the pen again. He didn’t really dare to ask his soulmates for help. Not writing on his skin in public. They too clearly had different handwriting. Were too clearly Two. 

It was the very reason he was out here now. Slipping up and referring to plural soulmates. His roommates didn’t want someone near them with two soulmates. No one did. 

He’d been stopping by this cafe for over a year now, had made friends with Remy. He didn’t want to throw that away on a chance of a bed. He’d manage. He’d be fine. Somehow. 

Maybe he’d try to get back inside the apartment anyway. Just cause his roommates didn’t like it, it wasn’t like they would physically force him out, right? If he just stayed in his room. Kept the door locked. He already wore long shirts and pants. As long as his soulmates didn’t screw him over with writing on his hands or face or something. 

Remy came back, setting a steaming cup in front of Virgil. A to-go cup. 

“Any responses?” Remy asked. 

Virgil forced a smile. “Yeah, um, I’ve gotta get on the next bus, but he’ll meet me.” 

“There you go!” Remy praised. “Have a nice night, practice safe sex, tell me all about it at some reasonable hour.” 

Virgil stood up, taking the cup and laughing along with Remy. He left the cafe, abandoning the warm lit environment for the empty streets. 

Someone entered just as he was leaving. Virgil only got a brief glimpse of him, but he was very unique, especially wearing a hat like that. 

••^*^••

Remy huffed as Janus entered. And just after Virgil left too. He usually got a bit of time to chill on an overnight shift. 

“Oh, and I’m just overjoyed to see you too,” Janus said smoothly, leaning against the counter with an entirely too attractive grin. 

Remy rolled his eyes. “What’s your snakey ass doing bothering me at bitch o'clock in the morning?”

“A man can get a coffee, can’t he?” Janus purred, looking perfectly innocent. 

“Not you,” Remy snarked, already starting to make Janus’s favorite. 

Janus just smiled. 

“Why are you really here?” Remy pushed. 

Janus looked at his wrist, noticeably lacking in a watch. “Oh dear, what time is it?” 

Remy scowled. “No.” 

Janus looked back up at him, all innocence. “No? I genuinely do not have the time.” 

Remy gritted his teeth. ��You know someday I will not do this for you.” 

Janus batted his eyelashes. 

Remy shoved his coffee at him. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, bastard. It’s 4:27 am.” 

Janus smirked triumphantly. “I was just chatting with you and sipping my coffee till 5.” 

“Bitch.” 

Janus wiggled his gloved fingers in Remy’s direction, sauntering out of the cafe. “I’ll owe you~”

“You better pay up this time, asshole!” Remy snapped at his back. 

Fucking pretty ass Janus. And fuck his own crush on the man! He’d never have been dragged into all this if he could just keep it in his pants. 

••^*^••

Janus arrived at the location. Why Remus had ever decided they had to meet up here was a mystery. As were most things about the man. 

But. It was within walking distance of that cafe where Remy worked, so he had an easy alias and no license plate to track. His hat kept his face out of view from any cameras he didn’t discover ahead of time and avoid. It was early enough in the morning that both night owls and early risers were likely to be in bed. 

Janus waited outside the apartments, putting himself in the shadow of a large ornamental shrub. Just a few minutes later a car drove up. 

“Heya, Jan!” Remus greeted, throwing open the driver side door. 

Janus grimaced at his volume, snapping in hushed tones. “Would you keep it down?”

Remus rolled his eyes obnoxiously, and then fished out a folder. “I got all the juicy details for you~” 

Janus accepted the folder, flicking through it rapidly just to confirm Remus hadn’t swapped it with some folder of which sex toys he preferred or some nonsense. 

“I appreciate it,” Janus said. “I’ll pay you the usual—“ 

He cut off as there was suddenly a loud crash from inside the nearest apartment. Janus cursed. This was why he would have preferred a different meeting location! 

Remus craned his neck, trying to sneak a peek through the apartment window. “Oh this is perfect! Any suspicious persons’ reports will point right to those guys.”

Janus tensed, despite Remus’s optimism, as yelling continued from in the apartment. It was too muffled for him to tell what was going on, but he didn’t care to know either. 

“We should get out of here,” Janus said. 

Just then, the door to the apartment opened, and someone was pushed roughly out, falling to the pavement. 

“Don’t let me see your freak ass again or I Will beat the shit out of you!” A man from within the apartment yelled, slamming the door shut. 

Janus winced. He did not want to be a part of some domestic dispute. He turned to walk away, even if Remus was going to be an idiot and stay to watch. 

But then the crumpled man on the ground said something that stopped Janus in his tracks. 

Just one word. A simple, “You?” Implying recognition. 

Fuck. 

Janus didn’t know the man from Adam. But he was not allowing someone to see him, in this location, at this time, knowing who he was somehow. No. He could not leave witnesses. 

He turned to Remus. “Help me.” 

Remus, showing off one of his brief streaks of competency, scrambled out of the car and dashed the few feet towards the man. 

Janus slid into the driver’s seat just as Remus pulled the struggling man into the backseat, one hand covering his mouth. He sped out of the apartment complex, taking roads with less cameras and getting out of the town. 

Fuck, what was he going to do now?!

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One of many of Delimeful's delightful fics that I have read, and will occasionally reread, just because I like the way he writes. I know I'm not the best at figuring out my reactions to fics and leaving lovely comments about just how wonderful some of the things I read are, but if you are in the Sanders Sides fandom, please consider giving Delimeful's fics a try! (and suffer "Oh, no, another GLORIOUS cliffhanger! But, but what happens next?" with the rest of his fans. XD ) I am, in fact, so excited about Lime's fics that he is one of the few people whose tumblr/AO3 notifications I actually pay attention to. (I just admitted to being a bad follower/subscriber. :( )

Summary: Abducted by smugglers, Patton finds himself stuck in a cell with one of the most famous and bloodthirsty kind of deathworlders out there, a Human.

Author: @delimeful

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Honestly, Endless Sides IS one of the ones I had managed to get myself to look at during the prelims, although I don't remember which one I voted for in that poll. I found it fairly interesting when I looked at it. I'm not particularly familiar with the canon Sandman universe.

Labeled, on the other hand, I was familiar with before the competition. I think it's very fun and very well written. It's a Superhero AU and Found Family (I think?). There is much angst and much fluff (both of which I appreciate) depending on which stories from it you read. The little blurb up there is NOT lying about it containing a lot of good content.

Round 1 Side B

20. Endless Sides (Sandman AU) - @/sometimes-love-is-enough (tumblr) vs. 13. Labeled - @/AdrianaintheSnow (ao3)

Propaganda:

Endless Sides (Sandman AU):

Image ID: A screenshot that reads: i like sandman and i like sandmans sides! the art is pretty :DD

End Image ID

Labeled:

Image ID: A screenshot that reads: the labeled universe is massive and still a go-to for good comfort fic

End Image ID

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At my local Midnight: Boops given: OMG (O_O) Boops received: MAX

I'm pretty sure that most of my received boops came from some sort of boop laundering scheme, because I tend to be a quiet potato most of the time, but I also think I may have gotten to OMG levels of boops given before I hit 400 boops received, simply because I like pressing buttons.

One of these days I really should talk about my 487 day calendar and/or actually write stories for others to read. You know, like my name suggests.

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Out of curiosity, how many different kinds of boops are there?

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Eh, I've got to sleep sometime. :( But the boops! I want to be booped!

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Yeah, all of the above.

(I will boop everyone who reblogs this post, for the record 💖)

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Boop!