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lonelysheepling · 9 months
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The note count on that HK ref post I made is cracking me up
It beat out multiple hk posts I’ve made recently which tells me that y’all really are in need of references 
I do recommend the master ref format, especially if you use procreate. I have a lot of image collages I use for my work, procreate’s reference feature (in canvas section of the menu) maintains the original image quality so I can zoom in on my 20″ X 20″ 300 dpi ref image and see all the details. 
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izicodes · 6 months
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Hiya! My name is Izzy-Loa, and a Jr Web Developer and today, I thought it would be a great idea to just share my own personal coding journey! I have answered a lot of asks in the past about how I recommend other people to start their coding studies, what websites to learn from and roadmaps etc. But one question I kept having to repeat myself answering is the "Okay how did you get started?" - it is completely my fault not writing this down properly~! (I did actually)
Anyhoo, I'll just speed through my journey, sharing what I learnt at what times and what I'm currently doing now! ✨
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☆ Starting from Scratch
I started coding back in 2017 during the summer break when I was just 15 years old. At that time, I didn't even know what coding was! It was my dad who suggested that I learn HTML. I hesitated at first, thinking HTML was some "complex high-level programming language". Little did I know, it was just a markup language...
I started with HTML and then moved on to CSS during that summer. However, once school started in September, I set coding aside and forgot about it. The following year, 2018, I decided to give it another shot and relearned HTML and CSS. But again dropped it because of school work and upcoming exams!
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☆ The Turning Point
Fast forward to 2020, a year that marked a turning point!. I started creating websites using HTML and CSS. I briefly played with JavaScript but decided to focus on mastering HTML and CSS.
In January 2021, I made a significant decision. I dropped out of school due to personal reasons and decided to fully commit to programming, plus getting my first remote job (non-Tech). From there, I gradually delved into JavaScript a lot more and even dabbled in Python along the way. My learning process was on and off, but I was making progress! Around this time I learnt Git and GitHub!
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☆ The Apprenticeship
Around September/October time, I applied for an apprenticeship. My skill set included HTML, CSS, Python, and basic JavaScript. I got accepted and continued to learn Python, delving into C# and Java as well. It was a challenging but rewarding experience! Happily dropped Java towards the end!
At work, I also learned SQL, working with Microsoft SQL Server and MySQL. I even explored .NET Framework and ASP.NET. It was a lot to take in, but I embraced the learning process! The older developers at the workplace were super helpful and very experienced - felt as though they were happy to give me all their knowledge as best they could~!
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☆ Expanding My Knowledge
During my apprenticeship, around October 2022, I decided to further expand my skills. I enrolled in a front-end bootcamp, where I revisited HTML, CSS, and JavaScript. I also learned jQuery, Node.js, npm, and even ventured into React. Though, due to not practising it enough, I forgotten React and Node.js~!
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☆ My Ongoing Journey
Currently, I'm continuing to explore Python and experimenting with Lua. I'm also revisiting JavaScript, jQuery, and recently, I've started working with SCSS (Sass) to streamline my CSS development - I highly recommend people in Web Development to learn SCSS!! I love it so much!
Looking ahead, my learning wishlist includes TypeScript, React, Vue.js, Angular, and C++. However, I'm not rushing into learning everything at once. I'm taking my time to absorb each language and framework thoroughly.
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In summary, it has been a continuous evolution, from HTML and CSS to SQL, .NET Framework, and various other languages and tools. I've faced challenges and taken LOTS of breaks, but each step has brought me closer to becoming a proficient developer. I want to be better! But slowly and in good time!
Hope this was somewhat helpful to other people and yeah, have a nice day/night!
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⤷ ○ ♡ my shop ○ my twt ○ my youtube ○ pinned post ○ blog's navigation ♡ ○
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oh-hell-help-me · 9 months
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July 5: Work-a-holics Day
Bowser has a headache.
It’s been four hours since he started the paperwork, and it feels like it’ll take days to even make it halfway through the stack of paperwork that accumulated last week.
He wouldn’t regret the much-needed family time, but the result of postponing any work is ridiculous.
Not to mention that his husband had been working just as hard as him.
Months after they married, Luigi had taken the rare initiative to contribute to castle life. From cooking to castle repairs to gardening to plumbing… It seemed he wanted to try his hand at everything that could be improved or fixed.
And it worked, in a way, once Luigi found a niche in the mechanical field.
His contributions have certainly streamlined construction and agriculture processes, and have even made headway for Iggy’s efforts in making lasers- much to the Koopaling’s delight.
The problem (something they BOTH struggled with) was that they are unfortunate workaholics.
It was why they had a vacation week, but…
Before they were literally dragged out of their workspaces, Luigi was the worst off in self-care.
In other words:
He hadn’t slept for two days straight.
He hadn’t eaten for longer- since the day before the project he was working on.
He hadn’t even showered or bathed for a half-week.
The very sight of him sent Iggy (who had gone to check up on Luigi) into a panicked fit following uncharacteristically violent tugging to the nearest bathing facility and a screaming order to the nearest Koopa Troopa to bring a meal straight from the kitchen.
It was enough of a commotion to bring his siblings out of their rooms and be shocked silent at the sight of an incensed Iggy dragging a half-struggling Luigi (who is still very much a mess) down the hall.
After some explanations from Iggy, denials from ‘overwork’ by Luigi, and voiced concern for the same thing happening to Bowser-
Well, they somehow BOTH ended up sitting at the Royal Family’s table being force-fed a variety of food- and scolded by many frustrated Koopalings.
In the end, the Koopalings have taken it upon themselves to rotate ‘Break Duties’ since the Royal Husbands “are failing as adults”- as worded by Ludwig.
Bowser would have argued against that, but…
He still couldn’t get the image of Luigi out of his mind, with greasy hair, dark eyebags, and a distant demeanor that scared him. Nevermind that he was a day away from the same predicament, seeing his husband in that condition painfully drove the point home.
With that in mind, he’s more than willing to take a break- and does so with a loud groan as he gets up from his seat and stretches.
(He leaves the office soon after, unaware of the proud gaze of an on-shift Morton.)
Luigi somewhat learned his lesson after the Koopalings’ intervention. He got better with mealtimes, at least bothering to take a few bites of food before continuing on his projects, and had been a little proud of remembering to take a shower that morning. Sleeping, however?
Er- looking at the Lab’s clock, it’s been almost a whole day that he hadn’t slept. A normal time! Although-
He’s tempted to do an all-nighter again, especially as he sees the current project (a multi-purpose clock, ironically) more than half completed.
In fact, he is already reaching for the screwdriver-
BANG!
Before the Lab’s doors burst open-
And his husband bustles in, barely giving Luigi time to turn around before his husband yoinks him from his seat and charges back out of the lab.
“B-Bowser?!” Luigi tries to wiggle out of his grasp. “Let me down!”
“Nope.”
“But- but I need to-“
“Nope.”
“Is that really all you’re going to say?”
“Nope. Also, you’re coming with me.”
“Apparently.” Luigi huffs, but hardly feels frustrated as he relaxes in Bowser’s warm arms.
It’s almost comfy enough to sleep right then and there.
But Bowser isn’t letting him settle in before plopping him onto their bed (when did they get to their room?).
“Come on, arms up.”
Blearly following his command, he only realizes what his husband is doing after his shirt is already over his head and the largest sleep shirt is shoved down in its place.
“I-“ He is interrupted by a yawn. “I can dress myself…”
“I believe you.” But Bowser continues, absently taking off his own studded bands once done with his task.
Luigi sighs, but crawls into to nest-like bed they have set up since… well, a long time, at least.
Once under the covers, he watches Bowser toss his bands across the room. “You gotta stop doin’ that, tesoro. You’re goin’ to break an’ther mirror...”
“Sleep.”
And there he was, under the covers and curling around him with the same tenderness he’s done since they started dating.
“Buonanotte, amore mio.”
He feels his muzzle nuzzle into the top of his head.
“Goodnight, starlight.”
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lastchancestardomm · 5 months
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Happy Halloween everyone. I just returned from trick-or-treating, and I thought I'd give to you my Killer Klowns From Outer Space headcanons.
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The Klowns' popcorns are eggs which contain unborn young. The popcorn-eggs quickly gestate in enclosed and especially warm spaces (like popcorn buckets or popcorn machines) ;; the popping seen in the popcorn machines on the Big Top Tent spaceship are actually caused by the gestation itself, as the developing larva squirm.
The annelid form of the OffSpring is the larval stage of the Klown species. As they grow older limbs are formed (see Amphibians), and they gradually fatten up as they get bigger. As they get fatter, their skin will stretch to accommodate ;; and so, the purple skin of the larva is stretched until the flesh turns white, like their face. The hue of the skin signifies a Klown's age, and fully grown Klowns are a pale white color.
The larvae are spawned with closed eyes, such as many mammals on Earth, and like many Earth mammalians, their eyes will open as they grow. Once the young's eyes have opened, they are considered old enough to register a design for their makeup (on what is basically painted Easter Egg, called a Clown Egg, with the design painted on the shell). No two Klowns are to be the same, and upon maturity, the Klown is decorated with their design of choice with what is a more permanent version of water tattoos.
The notable noses of the Klowns are a sensory organ used to identify prey. The fleshy material that makes up the nose is quite sensitive in its own right, as well as heightened sensitivity to smells and electromagnetic fields. The nose of a Klown also is something that helps the species with depth perception ;; being able to tell how far away multiple prey items are at the same time. To strike, let alone destroy such an attuned organ, would cause a full nervous system breakdown, and could possibly destabilize the whole body ;; leading to violent chemical reactions as bodily functions overreact, and lead to an explosion.
JoJo the Klownzilla is much like a Queen Xenomorph, as he is the source of all popcorn-eggs. Every few hours, JoJo spits up a chain of spider-like egg sacs that look like a rope of multicolored handkerchiefs (see Never-Ending Handkerchief trick). The female Klowns unravel the egg sacs from one another, and set them into popping chambers. The sacs burst when the "kernels" (embryos) all pop into their more recognizable popcorn form.
Popcorn-eggs are flung at fleeing prey as a more predatory version of Quokka mothers dropping their pups to evade predators. The larvae are extremely bitey when they sense something near as a way compensate for their small size and lack of defenses ;; which makes them a perfect means to trap fleeing prey. Usually after capture, the young are retrieved and are allowed first dibs on the prey.
The Klowns are a sadistic, and somewhat hedonistic species with a high-tier of intelligence. This sharp-witted species use the "more fun" method of seizing prey, rather than an easy, more streamlined process ;; whatever may have a possibility of capturing prey items, will be utilized. Shadow Puppet Traps? Of course. Puppet Shows? A classic way to lull them, so foolish they are. Paper Whistles? Yes, definitely. And the various Klown artillery (such as Cotton Candy Rays and Balloon Guns) are commonplace.
The more enclosed of a place popcorn-eggs gestate in, the taller the Klown will be. The warmer of a place popcorn-eggs gestate in, the fatter the Klown will end up being. Due to Shorty's slim build and aptly tiny height, he is a runt.
Each individual Klown has a purpose on the Big Top Tent, and if they don't fulfill that purpose, they must see JoJo ;; who is likely to cannibalize them, so their good calories aren't to go to waste.
Klowns collect and/or store food in two ways ;; by consuming liquified prey, or by farming the food source. The cotton candy cocoons are an out-of-body digestion method which liquifies prey using digestive enzymes in the cotton candy-like material that makes up the cocoon, and a corrosive mucus lathering its inside. As for farming, the colorful balloons act similarly to egg shells ;; where it's a solid casing that also allows oxygen to pass through. By collecting male and female specimens and storing them in the balloons, they can farm prey.
The different castes of the Klowns serve different purposes ;; tall and slim Klowns are the scouts, who collect information about a location and store the cocoons/balloons after they are brought onto the Big Top Tent by lackeys. The fatter Klowns are the jocks, who hunt and who turn prey into cocoons or encase them in balloons. Short Klowns are the underlings, and often serve under other castes of Klown wherever they are needed. The females are JoJo's servants, who take care of the egg sacs and recently popped offspring. Lackeys are a disposable caste often used as a heavy-load workforce on the Big Top Tent, and are the least intelligent caste of Klown ;; they're usually cannibalized if there's not enough food on the ship as well. JoJo is the parent of all Klowns, and boss of the Big Top Tent, and every Klown is expected to protect him or dote on his every need ;; but females are with him full-time.
The jumpsuits worn by Klowns are multipurpose "spacesuits" that contain a variety of appropriately clown-like tools. The thick material of the jumpsuits give the sensitive flesh of a Klown a more protective external "hide" that provides a shield between a Klown's body and an attacking threat (see English Bulldog, Shar Pei). The young tend to wear thinner and less protective, though still extremely colorful, suspenders and pinstripe shirts as they are not mature enough to leave the Big Top Tent.
Balloons are a sacred symbol to Killer Klowns, and which represent their planetary plunderings. In an ancient, ritualistic sacrifice, a slow digestion process begins to eat away at whatever organic item is inside ;; creating efficient organic batteries used to fuel Klown technology.
Klowns have over 13 photoreceptive cells, and are able to see 500 new color variations that are unseeable to the human eye. Advancements to their technology have allowed them to weaponize color spectrums, black holes, and dwarf stars.
The Whirlygig refers to a phenomenon where Klown OffSpring entangle themselves with one another ;; creating a spiral-shaped, well, 'Whirlygig' (see Rat King). Whirlygigs are incredibly difficult to untangle, so many of these webs often go uncared for until they eventually consume one another, leaving a single, remaining OffSpring ;; or all members of the Whirlygig die. In incredibly rare instances, all members of a Whirlygig make it to maturity and become the "Whirlygig" caste, or monstrosity. Whirlygig castes are often sent to the core, where they will be incinerated for fuel. It's simply not worth it to keep a Whirlygig alive.
Killer Klowns have a natural ability to drop their limbs, as well as subsequently regrow them (see anole lizards). This was formerly used as a defense mechanism, but due to the species mischievous nature, this ability has been taken advantage of for a variety of inane gags and hunting tactics.
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could you explain how you draw fpk? he looks like a very shaped beast /pos
Hm, I'm not sure how to explain it exactly. But I suppose I could talk about my thought process for his design and how I portray him.
My main sources of inspiration for him are reptiles and mammals, as time went on I definitely started to lean more into the latter. Because he's covered in skin instead of scales, his body is very soft, and I try my best to emphasize that in my art. With his additional fat, I also look at fat reference to make sure it has the proper shape, softness and physics.
It's also worth mentioning that his design changed over the year, he was a lot more reptilian and sharp when the AU started, so that also affected my drawing process for him. A big change was to his proportions - his head used to be a lot bigger, his legs shorter and his arms smaller. His tail was also quite thin, and his belly was closer to what you see on kittens than how I draw it now (which unfortunately also made him look swollen, or even pregnant, and since that wasn't my intention, I decided to change how I depict it). His proportions are a bit closer to a small person, and that also affected his posture. He's more upright now, has longer legs and arms, and a smaller head.
The tail is also much more thick now, he drags it behind him almost like the very old depictions of dinosaurs, and it's very important for counter-balancing his large head (even if the head is not actually very heavy). The tip is much more flexible and almost prehensile, so I make sure to put emphasis on it in my art. I imagine it would wiggle around a lot so I want to make that apparent when I draw him.
A big part of how I draw him is his crown. I make the horns very short compared to his canon design, and they're more spade like with round tips, they're also much closer to one another. This is both a stylistic choice and also part of his design, and it gives him a more streamlined look. The two spikes on the sides of his head are probably the only sharp part of his design, and they're very stylized. Realistically they make no sense, but he's a cartoon character so that's fine. If I were to draw him more realistically, they'd be positioned on his cheeks, I don't think they'd actually go all around (so you wouldn't see them on the top of his head in the profile view).
His face is salamander like, flatter at the bottom and rounder at the top, with a significantly more pronounced nose and snout than before. No nostrils or earholes though, he does have them but they blend in so well they're not visible in my art. And there's of course his eyes. Big and reflective, I pay extra attention to making them look alive and "wet".
His colors are also very important, I intentionally made him leucistic so that he has a pink undertone to his colors, which gives him this soft marshmallow look. The pink around the face, elbow/knee joints and at the tip of the tail really emphasize it.
I don't have any specific "guide" like images for this, so I'll just add my most recent drawing since it illustrates everything I said the best.
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In short, the soft colors and the roundness are definitely the biggest factors to his design. He's meant to look very approachable, and the cushion-y marshmallow/dumpling vibe is definitely something I really enjoy about his design. So I pay attention to the weight distribution, the color palette, and all that, my goal is to make him look as if he was very soft to touch. It is a relatively recent direction, but one I'm much more satisfied with than his older, more gray/blueish design with sharper traits.
I hope this was somewhat informative, I wasn't sure how to approach this ask but hopefully you enjoy the answer!
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With HEX 2023 behind us and being only a few hours away from wrapping up yet another year, I just want to say a HUMONGOUS thank you to @fitztragedy and @skloomdumpster - the most wonderful duo of Discord admins I’ve met so far! I am forever grateful to you both for creating the Winxsource server where I’ve met some of the best people in the world (both of you included ❤️). I can only imagine how difficult it is to not only create the event calendar for the whole year but also keep it running and fixing up all the details in each event. Of course, we also have our wonderful mods to thank for streamlining the process (yes, you @septemberrie ) ❤️ So, thank you all for giving me a chance to be part of this wonderful group of people, for urging me to participate in events, and for literally making some of the worst days somewhat more bearable 🥰
It’s not much, but with a few free hours between plane rides, I whipped up a short Rivusa and Skloom drabble for my Rivusa and Skloom queens 😆 I know it’s short and it doesn’t even begin to express my happiness and feelings for everything you do, but I hope it does let you know that we in the whole server adore you guys 🥰
Ps. A huge shout out to the amazing and super talented people in the Winxsource server. I have never met a group of people that’s so brilliant! Each one of you guys makes me want to strive for better things and I am really thankful for that ❤️
Cheers to another happy year filled with Fate events and wonderful, wonderful art!
“I just can’t stand him sometimes!” Musa groaned as she slumped on the sofa in the suite, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.
“What did he do?” Stella, the ever-so-subtle Riven disliker (to put it mildly), asked without moving her head away from inspecting her new soft pink nail polish, her tone matching the bored look on her face.
“I don’t understand it!” The empath sprung up, startling the other girl. “How can someone pretend to be so self-centered-”
“Pretend?” The princess quirked an eyebrow, still holding an uninterested note to her words.
“-and keep arguing with me knowing he’s completely wrong.” Musa jumped from her seat and stormed off to her room, only to return a second later and stride to the counter in the makeshift suite kitchen. “Idiot,” she murmured while taking a sip from the glass of vine she poured in for herself.
“Musa?” Bloom slammed the door open, turning her head around. “There you are! Come with me,” she said as she hooked her arm under hers and started walking back toward the door.
“Wha- Hey!” The empath barely got enough time to slide the glass on the counter, watching it oscillate and slowly stop. “Where are we going?”
“I have something to show you,” the ginger replied, pulling her out of the suite and walking fast down the hallway.
“But I have more to tell Stella. Ri-”
“Yeah, yeah, tell her later.” She made a sharp turn, her hand gripping the mind fairy’s tighter to make sure she wouldn’t stammer from the way she was practically running in the school halls.
“Can you tell me where we’re going at least?”
“Secret.”
Musa’s eyes flickered purple. The way Bloom uttered that one word made that little voice in her head that always pushed her to use her powers in situations that could be deemed intrusive rear its head. There were some of the usual emotions - a hint of anger enough to fire up her powers, a pinch of worry saved for everyone she knew, a huge amount of love. But none of those interested her; no, it was a tiny hazy dot the fire fairy tried her best to hide.
She knew it was wrong - Riven had told her countless times to stay out of people’s heads and not mess with them. But the fairy was hiding something and by the way her hands started getting warmer around Musa's wrist, the empath had a hunch it was something concerning her.
So she did the only thing she could think of at that moment that wasn’t going to hurt their friendship.
“Bloom,” Musa rooted herself to the ground, tugging her hand back, “What’s going on?”
The ginger pivoted on her heels, her eyes rampantly moving around. She tried to grab Musa’s hand again, but the other girl quickly reacted and pulled the hand to her chest.
Well, that was weird. Musa had never seen her friend react like that - something aking to scared, like she was running out of time. But the emotions she was feeling - excitement and expectation to the point the empath got dizzy from it - didn’t align with her actions.
“We really don’t have time for this, Musa.”
“Time for what?” She pushed, taking a little step back as a way to show her she was not only not going with her but also was ready to run back if she had to.
“Oh my…” Bloom groaned exasperatedly. “Look,” she pushed her chin up, the black pupils eating up their blue cuffs, “Do you trust me?”
“Bloom-”
“Do you. Trust. Me?” She put a heavy emphasis on every word, never wavering her gaze.
Musa felt defeated. Because of course, she did. The girl had saved them multiple times; Musa herself had put her life on the line several times so Bloom would live on to save the world. So how could she say no now?
“OK,” she muttered and started walking back to her.
The second she came a foot away from Bloom, the ginger grabbed her hand and started sprinting, dragging the empath behind her. She dashed left and right, avoiding a few students, but leaving Musa to crash into them, papers flying in every direction. And yet, the fire fairy didn’t seem to notice a thing - not Musa yelling for her to stop and certainly not the rest of the students screaming some very colorful words at them.
“Made it!” Bloom finally announced. They came before Sky’s bedroom, facing the door.
Musa leaned forward, her hands on her knees, and started bringing in all the air she could pull in tiny rapid puffs. It took her a minute to regain herself, after which she straightened up and began screaming at the girl next to her.
“Are you insane?! What the hell was that?!”
“Door,” the fairy panted, trying to point to the room before them. Bent forward, she held the same position as Musa had a few seconds ago, only her hair was flipped down, hanging in front of her face.
“Yeah, that’s the door to your boyfriend’s room. Now what the hell did you drag me here for?!”
“Door!” Bloom used every single ounce of strength she had left to look up at the empath and point at the door again. “Go in you idiot!”
Pushing her from behind, Musa hit the wooden rectangle before her - nose first. “Ouch!” she said, rubbing the sore spot and imagining what she’d do to her friend once she turned around.
But before anything else, the door swung open, and against her better judgment, Musa gazed up. She had a few other words to say, all curses of course, but they were gone as she was left there staring at the all-familiar green jades.
His features were soft, eyes slanted into two crescent moons, a gentle smile gracing his lips. The harsh lines of his cheekbones stood out from the light crashing into his back. He looked ethereal at that moment - his hand outstretched, reaching out to her, calling her, while rays of light protruded from everywhere behind him.
Musa was helpless, she knew that. She knew that no matter how mad she was at him, no matter how many times he’d say something stupid and get on her nerves, one smile out of him and she’d melt like snow on the first day of spring.
“You OK, love?” His hand still floating between them, Riven moved to close the distance but stopped at the last second. She felt a strange duality in him - one pulling him toward her and the other urging him to wait. “Muse?” He called her name in the sweetest notes she had so far heard, making her blush and place her hand in his.
Riven bit his lip but immediately covered it with a smile, hoping she had missed that tiny wave of relief washing over him. Because the second her hand had landed in his, the storm in his heart had settled.
He had been an idiot, no point arguing there. But there was something uniquely interesting in making his girlfriend angry. Well, he apparently had to work more on his limits.
The Specialist closed his fingers over hers, warmth sparking at the base of her digits and spreading like electricity through her body. He lightly pulled her inside, closing the door behind him.
One glance at the room and Musa was left speechless. The place had its usual arrangement - two beds, two desks, and a huge dresser. Only now, everything was covered in a dark shade of red and orange, shadows dancing over the walls and furniture.
Tiny flames floated in the air, casting different colors to every surface, reflecting in a million freckles of different sizes and shapes. Their tails curved until they broke free from the body, turning into small sparks that disappeared in one blink.
Riven’s hands snaked around her from behind, nuzzling her hair on one side, until he chose to rest his chin on her shoulder, sighing in contentment. That sound itself pulled the empath out of her daze and she turned her head to look at him.
“Wha-“
“I really am sorry, Muse,” he whispered, the color of spring painted in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that. Can you forgive me?”
His emotions were all over the place. There was a lot of guilt, plenty of remorse, anxiety, love, hope… She could get lost in the whirlwind only he knew how to create with only one simple action. But she loved it. She loved him because no matter how messed up he or she was, they both weirdly fit together, like two pieces of a different puzzle perfectly aligning with the rest.
“How can I not when you were ready to commit arson for me?” the empath giggled, turned in his hands, and kissed him.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
“Do you think they made up?” Bloom asked, playing absentmindedly with her boyfriend's fingers dangling over her shoulder.
“I’m pretty sure they’re already making new dents in the wall next to his bed,” the Specialist chuckled and kissed the top of her head as they walked back to the suite.
“So what are you going to do for the rest of the night?”
“What? I’m not invited to stay with you?” he asked with mock hurt, adding a short and hitched breath in to drill in his point.
“Oh, come on.” She jabbed him in the ribs and continued, “I just thought you wouldn’t want to come since Aisha is there.”
Sky didn’t reply. He simply hummed and they kept walking, passing the classrooms and the halls, and going for the fairy dormitories. They walked hand in hand, with his other one still draped over her shoulders, pulling her closer ever so slightly on every 10th step they made.
It felt good to have her next to him. The smell of her cotton flower shampoo reminded him of his childhood days, running down the meadows surrounding his house, stumbling on rocks as the gentle breeze lightly tapped him on his cheeks every time he’d turn around.
The softness of her skin felt soothing under his ruff digits - years of training carved into them; tiny memories of his hard work, poured blood, sweat, and tears. But none of that came to mind when her touch neared him; when her touch barely hovered over his skin, leaving goose pimples skid over his body.
Sky sighed in satisfaction, feeling his body relax when Bloom replied with a sigh of her own and squeezed his hand gently. They came to the suite and she pressed the door open, revealing complete darkness.
“Where is everyone?” Bloom fumbled for the switch, hitting the wall several times until she got it. There was a clicking sound but nothing happened. “Aisha?! Terra?! Stella?! What happened here?”
The Specialist sensed her rapidly raising urgency so he put a stop to it before it went off the rails. He grabbed her hand and turned her to face him, saying, “They’re all out and will be for the night.”
His words were calming, spoken slowly and tenderly. It made the anxiety in her lower until it was only a faint whisper, and she let the tension out by exhaling through her nose.
“You could’ve told me.”
“And where’s the fun in that?” he laughed, pulling her in for a hug. “Now, ready for your surprise?”
Her head bumped into his chin with the speed it flew up. Bloom’s eyes sparkled in anticipation, a big child-like smile stretching her lips. She nodded several times, earning herself a kiss before he pulled her toward her room.
Opening it, the ginger let out a small gasp. The room was covered in flowers of all kinds, vines arching along the walls and the legs of her bed, sprouting small buds of different colors along their length. Several thinner vines fell down from the ceiling, their endings twisted in a spiral, holding bunches of yellow bells that cast a soft bumblebee-colored glow. It looked like the forest had been brought to her.
“You always say you want to frolic outside,” Sky said in her ear, kissing her temple. “So I brought outside to you.”
Bloom couldn’t dignify his actions for she could only stare at the view before her, mouth agape. She had always known her boyfriend was a softie and listened intently, hanging on every word she’d say. But that was something everyone in love did. This here though? It was as close to forever as love could ever get.
“You’re…” Words eluded her, her throat suddenly very dry and scratchy. So she didn’t reply anything more, but simply turned to him and smashed their lips together.
No, nobody could ever be like him. Bloom was certain that nobody in the world could come as close to being as perfect as Sky was. He knew her in and out and chose to stick with her no matter what. And if that wasn’t enough, he did things like this!
“I love you,” she said, breaking the kiss and pulling his head to hers, their foreheads connecting.
“I love you too, Bloom.”
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bluemoonpunch · 5 months
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⭐Relationship Reading for Ohm and Nanon - Tarot and Oracle Reading
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[This reading covers the relationship dynamic of Thai actors Ohm and Nanon, on a subconscious and energetic level. This particular reading can cover romantic, platonic, and familial relationships and is designed to put a connection between two people into perspective, showcasing what is gained from the relationship as well as the highest potential of it. For this reading, in particular, I used 4 decks — the Rider-Waite Tarot deck, The Linestrider’s Journey Tarot deck, The Arcana of Astrology, and the Sacred Geometry Activations Oracle. This spread is an original design by me. This reading lasted 3 hours .]
Reading Performed: June 26, 2023 😨
Reading Posted: November 11, 2023 😭
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Before I can get into the main reading, I definitely need to talk about the energy signatures that came up with these two as individuals. To start off, Ohm’s energy was much more open and receptive, which seems to be a major feature of his overall energetic signature. There’s a lot of very stable and warm energy being emitted at all times, but it’s very controlled and streamlined at the same time, which seems to create a bit of pressure when it comes to how he processes certain kinds of energetic influences. This is what I saw for Ohm:
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The blue represents this very clear energetic body that is incredibly receptive, on all ends at all times. In contrast, this red line that projects around that energetic body represents more of what he actually expresses or emits. When he is receiving a lot of positive energy, a lot of positive influence, love, kindness, and so on, he can’t help but reflect that. It’s a full body expression, expressed in his body language and facial expressions especially, even though it may not be projected verbally. He, without any filtration, will always reflect the positivity he is receiving at any given time. However, the very jumbled and almost explosive energy around his head is where things seem a bit concerning.
When it comes to negative energy, negative influences, negative behaviors around him or that he is on the receiving end of, he will very consciously make the choice to not allow that to be reflected or expressed. This is where a lot of that control is. He’s very conscious of it and therefore the filtration of this energy occurs in his head. Originally, I thought maybe this was indicative of Third-Eye or Crown Chakra stimulation, but those are receptive energy centers and he was displaying explosive projection. Quite literally it’s like he can not stop himself from taking those energies and influences in, but he can stop them from coming out, and from there they build up and eventually explode out of his head. This is where involuntary verbal expression or a less controlled face may occur. People who know him very personally, people he would be comfortable expressing this with, or people he feels okay letting that guard down around may even describe him as hot-headed or easily stressed.
He’s very careful to not allow that expression to come out publicly, but it’s like a volcano, when it erupts it erupts, and there’s no stopping it. This, of course, doesn’t imply a massive outburst or physical violence, it’s still very concentrated around his head, around his facial expressions and his words. When he is at a “breaking point” it may be the slightest of things that actually set off that explosion, thus leaving people around him quite confused about his reaction or attitude, while also leaving him somewhat embarrassed or ashamed of his lack of control over his emotions.
This feels a lot like the transition between Pisces and Aries, this grand receptive space followed by a rather chaotic explosion of expression. There’s also a reflection of the transition between Scorpio and Sagittarius as well, but that would imply a more… sophisticated (?) or well-polished version of taking in both the positive and the negative and being able to project it all in a positive and constructive way. Considering that, according to what I was able to see online, Ohm is an Aries (some websites say Pisces) while Nanon is a Sagittarius, this may show a higher connection based in balancing and “leveling up” each other on a soul level as well as a conscious and physical level.
Compared to Ohm, Nanon’s energy was very, very closed off at the time of this reading, and I do believe, based on what I saw going forward, that this is a temporary state, but one he may have some trouble allowing himself out of. Because Nanon’s energy was so closed off and guarded, the observation was “from a distance” and with that came a bit more of an abstract image that I tried my best to draw:
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Nanon’s energy itself is represented in this bean-shaped stone, smooth like the ones you may find in a river bed, polished by the running water. This would imply a similar level of receptivity as Ohm, but rather than fully taking it in, it moves around him, shaping him in both positive and negative ways. When I was seeing this image, the stone (along with everything else in the image) was red but there was also a brighter red light pulsing slowly from within the stone.
This stone, representing Nanon and his receptive sensitivity, was shown to be sitting high up in a tree, on a tree branch, that was surrounded by very thick cobwebs. I usually think of spider webs as something to represent attraction or trying to acquire something, trying to draw something in, but here, these webs were well worn and thick, almost like they weren’t meant for catching things, they were just there to hide the stone, to deter anyone or anything from trying to get close. In the background, far off and away from the stone itself there was quite a chaotic storm with very thick red clouds and almost continuous lightning.
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thistransient · 6 months
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Thoughts on my visa run to Tokyo: not to be a complainer (I'm gonna complain), but taking into consideration that it was a last-minute decision with minimal planning, I was a bit underwhelmed. I have fond memories of walking around Naha, Okinawa some years ago with great delight at simply being there, but perhaps a certain percentage of that was "first time in Japan" thrill (or I was so fed up with my circumstances at home that the break was particularly welcome). It could also be that enduring life with recently sprained ribs took my focus off the sights somewhat (there was a hefty price to be paid for forgetting to hold in sneezes). As such I didn't press myself to go to too many places: I stayed at a hostel in a traditional house in Asakusa, and spent the most time walking around Yanaka and Koenji with a brief foray into Shinjuku (albeit late enough that my feet hurt and it was very crowded on the streets, so this did not last long). There were so many foreign tourists in Asakusa that I felt rather as if I were in that Japan-themed part of Disney World, and I found myself gravitating inevitably to the riverside (pictured above).
If anything I felt self-conscious that said tourist contingent appeared to be having the time of their lives, whereas I had come here somewhat on a whim and kept being told "wrong ticket!" by the metro staff almost every time I made at attempt at transferring
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(In addition to not buying a SIM card I also didn't bother with a metro card because I figured individual tickets couldn't be that hard, could they? Ahahaha.)
But for all these woes, I do love looking at Japanese buildings (a treat for my niche interest in external fire escape stairs), the bakery offerings were excellent, and I decided eventually to forgive myself for my restaurant anxiety and just eat onigiri in the cemetery such that I was at least ingesting something. I'd go back to Japan (to other cities), but I'd like to do it with company, and more planning.
Coming back was in fact the real adventure, with the flight diversion to Macao, the jaunt in the wee hours of the morning with my hotel roommate, and eventual return to Taipei. The immigration process has really been streamlined, there's an online arrival card now, and the line moved so fast I just managed to fill it out before it was my turn. The agent barely glanced at me before stamping me in (I had actually been practicing my speech justifying flying in and out of the country every 90 days, and even printed out a bank statement, but the online form required one to list an exit flight, which evidently preempted any interrogation).
In the moment I was extremely relieved! But now I find myself bereft of my regular activities either on account of my ribs (watching shibari is not half as fun as being on the receiving end, and I really miss biking) or because I've become disillusioned with a couple of my former sources of regular socialisation. I feel increasingly like I don't actually have much in common with the people at the trans group beyond us all being trans, and my presence (or lack thereof, last time I had a bit of a panic episode and ran away without saying anything) at their events is pretty meaningless as far as 'volunteering' goes. I also abruptly lost interest in a friend I'd spent a lot of time with in the past year, which bothered me quite a bit (how could I feel so heartless towards someone who had bought me a thoughtful birthday gift) until I did enough writing and figured it out, but that still hasn't rekindled any desire to hang out again, except perhaps out of guilt (not the best motivation). In the face of these things (amongst others), and the fact that I've done my 3rd visa run this year with no apparent plan to stop living in 3 month increments, I think it's time...time to go back to therapy.
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laf-outloud · 1 year
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Let's say CW turns off the lights on all scripted tomorrow, what do we see as the next step? Yes, Jared is still young and is "owed" a year off that the others had. But if you had your pick, what's something you'd like to see him cast in that's also comfortable and will do no harm?
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Interesting question... I'm afraid I'm a bit boring when considering new roles, but practically thinking, Jared works best on network television. I believe that's where his current talent lies. And since network television tends to air familiar tropes, I would go with a brilliant, but troubled scientist/leader who struggles to connect with humanity and works to overcome his internal demons/tragic past (with or without a partner). The setting is inconsequential, but I'd really just want to see him play someone incredibly smart and somewhat morally questionable.
But, if we're just talking next steps, I think Jared, with his CBS connections, is in a prime position to use the processes they've employed on the sets of Walker and WIndy and help streamline/improve set life for other productions while decreasing the budget and increasing revenue for the studios/networks. Therefore, I think the next step for Jared is likely as a full-time producer.
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gauntletqueen · 8 months
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My aim for my alts is to make each of their designs feel like a distinct character, a different aspect of me, moreso than I did with Spectral and Coral. Somewhat unfortunately my plan to streamline this process means that I've been deep in the trenches of trying to focus on completing a project that'll help out a lot in the long run, but takes A While which is why I haven't been able to release or even tease anything new for a while. Please bear with me!!
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lesbianrobin · 9 months
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my post button just doesn't work rn like i click the little pencil icon and nothing happens so now if i wanna post i have to use one of my drafts which are in somewhat limited supply... taking this into account i will be streamlining my posting process by bundling multiple posts into one.
i'm rereading young strangers to keep the vibe correct as i'm working on the next chapter and damn this is depressing. also it's really good. kind of a slay honestly. a sad slay!
doing yard work in jeans w rainbow stitching on the ass and a barbie ballcap feels like unlocking new fun branches on my dyke skill tree
do you guys think steve and robin ever play that game where you just look rly intently into someone's eyes and you both try to say the same word at the same time. followup question are they successful or not. i think they try it all the time and they literally never fucking get it BUT in like daily life they say the same thing at the same time somewhat regularly.
moment of silence for dead fallen tree in my backyard and the tiny baby picnic table that it crushed 😔
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duckapus · 4 months
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The Meme Regulation Unit Program
(So the Wonder Arc's obviously going to take a while to finish, especially since I'm insisting on the "fics and pics" format I've got going on, so I'm gonna just do my more traditional summary format stuff on the side so I don't lose the ideas over time.)
Anyway, this post is to explain the differences between the SMG Program we're familiar with and the version The Grid plans to create.
Frist off, they're using different terminology. Partially for organizational purposes, partially because the Meme Cycle needs Teh Funni to reach an IRL audience to work properly and the Grid doesn't want to look like they're just blatantly ripping Glitch Productions off because it'll drive away said audience.
Super Meme Guardian: Meme Regulation Unit (MRU)
Avatar: Anchor
Admin/USB: Supervisor
Guardian Pod: Data Chamber (it also has a significantly different design, but is still based on a USB Flash Drive since That's What Works)
There's also a few other changes:
Because the MRU Program isn't starting from scratch like the SMG Program did, they didn't need negative number prototypes and won't make the mistake of only deploying one Unit to a selected universe. As a consequence, the first MRU pair is MRU0 and MRU1, and the Odd/Even dynamic is completely flipped.
Because The Grid is primarily IRL-based, the Supervisor is created alongside their MRUs by an OC Design Agent, rather than being the one to make them. This doesn't change their role, but it does in some ways change the dynamic.
Because the Avatars almost all being or wearing red is just an aesthetic thing, The Grid decided not to bother with a similar trend so they'd have more options available.
Since they're playing catchup with the SMGs, after the initial test universe with 0 and 1, the other MRU universes will be activated periodically in batches of 4. They're not doing more than that at once because that would present an excessive workload and would make it too easy for some major problem to slip under the radar.
For reasons known only to himself Director K is weirdly adamant that either Breath of the Wild or Tears of the Kingdom be the first Universe to go online. On one hand this is causing a bit of delay because do you have any idea how long and tedious it is to 100% complete either of those games!? On the other hand this gives them more time to polish and fine-tune the MRU Mod, and the modding scene for both games is big enough that the process is already somewhat streamlined.
Granted, all of this relies on whether or not their newest recruit is as good a thief as Agent Astra believes she's going to be.
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silvermoon424 · 1 year
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Another way of watching yt videos on mobile is using Firefox browser (which has mobile addons), adding uBlock and opening the link in browser directly (I have only tried this on android tho, I dont know if using an iPhone would make any difference)
Ooh, thanks for the info! I’ll have to look into that.
Although a big reason why I go through the somewhat convoluted process of downloading videos and importing them onto my phone to watch at work is because our work wifi is pretty shitty and idk how well it would handle streaming videos. Also, when traveling and wanting to watch videos, not only is my carrier kinda crap, I don’t have an unlimited data plan (I’m on my family plan that my dad pays for; we have a lot of data but it’s shared between 5 people and streaming takes up a lot). So I prefer to just download videos to watch instead. I’ve got the process streamlined at this point, lol.
But I’m sure this info will be super helpful to people who aren’t in my crappy wifi/crappy carrier/crappy data plan situation, lol.
(Just realized I forgot to mention that at home I use my computer which has Ublock Origin to watch YouTube haha)
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donnerpartyofone · 1 year
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I need some sort of autoreply message that says something like, "Apologies for my delayed response times, I am currently busy being a dumb cunt. Whereas not being a dumb cunt involves a streamlined economy of time and energy expenditure, being a dumb cunt is a complex process with many built-in redundancies, obsolete mechanisms, stalled programs, loose threads, and do-overs. What is normally a one-step task becomes a multilayered procedure with many nested subtasks in between said layers, requiring maximum effort for minimum yield. Basically my life is governed by a scaling principle somewhat akin (but not equivalent) to 'dog years', where you, the normal cunt, can accrue ~7 years' worth of achievements in ~1 year of my dumb cunt life, and somehow it is as if I am dying faster than you while performing more activities but accomplishing less stuff. I appreciate your patience as I take time to respond to your message, because I have to do something complicated before I can reply, and I am never going to figure it out."
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Hey, I was wondering if you could tell me:
What is Epic Pizza Quest??? Like is it a fic? Is it a thing on here?? What is it??
Okay. This one is going to take a bit of explaining, but TLDR: Story I want to write but don't have focus to write.
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Chel is closing the daycare; has let the other staff leave early because of Valentine's day related things with their S/Os or just because its been a hell day what with parents taking full use of the daycare to get some fun date time for themselves. One way or another, Sun got it into his head that she needed to have someone do something nice for her. Dinner? Yes! I can get her something to eat because humans need that!
Moon basically decides - No. Not getting involved. But since you can't normally get out of the daycare without certain permissions/being with staff and you're going to rope me into this, my helping is letting you 'borrow' my programming (He tells Sun to act like him with a stupid impersonation of looming/creeping around to help 'fool' the protocol at first - that doesn't actually help but it's fucking hilarious to Moon)
Before they leave they also stick a post-it note with a rough drawing of a sun face onto a STAFF bot to follow Chel around in assistance - she doesn't ask because hey, don't have daycare attendant following me around asking a hundred questions while I'm cleaning.
He gets to the kitchens, gets another STAFF bot pulled into assisting - decides that she would appreciate him streamlining the eating process even more by pouring a can of Orange Fizzy Faz ONTO the pizza. It already looks perfect because of the fact that they spent twenty minutes trying to figure out how to make pepperonis into little hearts, this is just the perfect finishing touch. Close the box, ignore the squishing noise and lets take it back to the daycare...
Enter the Chicken...
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...someone has caught the scent.
Oh what's that? Oh? Pizza? I love Pizza! I'm sure you wouldn't miss one slice? ...that wasn't me asking, Sun. Give me the pizza.
Sun can now experience what every bird has felt that ever had the misfortune of flying into the Daycare in the form of a pink chicken from hell giving pursuit through the Pizza-Plex, going as far as getting cornered on the top floor, jumping off of the balcony and giving Monty a heart-attack of his own by landing directly in front of him. (8/10, landing could have been better if not death gripping a pizza box) Monty and Sunny have a disjointed, somewhat distracted exchange before Monty notices the box is... dripping, which brings Sun back to focusing on his quest of getting the box back to the daycare.
This however allows Chica to get back down the stairs and ambush (aka. Hang onto your leg until you wear yourself out and surrender the box)
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Ending in Freddy - who is trying to figure out what all the screaming is about - finds Sun dragging a few hundred pounds of determined chicken wrapped around his knee while holding a pizza box above his head and trying to lecture while dragging about how sometimes a gift isn't for sharing!
He can't get her to let go, drags both of them back to the Daycare and yeah, considering the state of the pizza was inedible mush unfit for human consumption at that point, Chica gladly accepted a fist-full from the pizza box in return for releasing Sunny's leg without use of a crowbar or ripping his leg off.
Chica states that she's 'Eaten better - but thanks for the workout, it was fun!' and leaves with Freddy.
Chel spends remainder of night consoling a down-trodden animatronic because: ‘That’s not what it looked like when I first closed the box - not at all - I even made the pepperoni into little hearts and now it’s all mush.’ and cleaning off greasy cheese stains from his clothes.
She did try it. Wasn't awful, but the idea of eating a pizza that has the consistency of a room temperature chunky milkshake is just... yeah. No.
But she appreciated the effort.
And that's pretty much it - now someone stand here and make me write it beyond this synopsis.
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