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totallynots8tan · 4 months

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I have a new thing where I like to do outfit designs for Marvel characters using Hero Forge, and I wasn't going to post it, but I really liked how Shuri's turned out.

It was really hard to get her arms in the right position; I spent like, ten minutes on them, and getting the makeup right turned out to be impossible.

Obviously this isn't really canon accurate, but I wanted to do my own design for her battle outfit.

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leon-anna · 2 years

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For any of your wonderful ocs: 2,3, 39, 56, 60, & 93

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Oh my goodness💛💛💛Thank you for the ask!!! I’ve been working on my clone mechanic character named Merger and so that’s what I’ll be doing today!💛💛💛

2. He/Him; not really interested in any form of a romantic relationship, it just isn't his thing. He's a very secluded/anxious person so he just doesn't vibe with that kind of human connection. But he thrives on strong, deep platonic relationships.

3. His name came from helping his former Captain, Rex with the idea to weld his phase 1 armor with his phase 2 armor. So you can see why he's called Merger.

39. He would prefer to settle down on a nice warm planet where the winters are temperate and the Summers can get hot but aren't usually. He totally vibe with taking care of Otto after the war, he really took his little brother under his wing and it would really fit his whole demeanor. The main thing he'd be doing after the war, outside of still being a mechanic during the day because that's what he was literally made for, would be probably a bunch of reading or even writing his own holobooks.

56. Smells pretty musky on the days that he works with speeders or any machinery; he smells like searing oil and rusty metal. But on the days he gets to clean himself up a bit more, he smells like the sharp natural scent of a walkthrough a dense pine Forest.

60. He sleep's coffin style; on his back with his arms locked to his side or folded on his chest. Sometimes he even sleeps with his eyes open, thoroughly scaring all his squadmates.

93. His most iconic line would probably be, "Ha, typical.". He says it whenever the rest of the team are doing things especially idiotic, usually without looking up from whatever he's doing at the moment and with a sly smirk on his face.

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw #swtcw #sw #clone troopers #clones #clone ocs #mechanic merger #ct merger #send me asks #asks open #plz let me tell you more #i thrive on feedback #the boys are back in town

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niningtori · 3 months

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to know him is to love him, and i do | chapter one: do you not love me? like at all?

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, kang taehyun x you

summary: you love beomgyu more than anything. you just wish he loved you, too. or you finally break up with beomgyu and move on, but as for him? maybe he's starting to realize too little too late.

genre: romance, angst, angst with a happy ending (?)

word count: 2.1k

notes: hi friends! ... r u mad at me? be honest (*´ｪ｀*) i'm sorry i've been gone for so long, but i've had the worst writer's block with my other story. i decided to just post this because i couldn't get the idea of toxic!beomgyu out of my head. don't worry, he will suffer. anyway, i hope you like it!! if not, please don't hurt my feelings i beg.

"i told you it was nothing. why are you freaking out?"

"she was fucking you with her eyes, beomgyu!" you exclaim in frustration.

"and that's my fault how?"

"it's not your fault, but i'm sick of you entertaining women, let alone your actual fucking ex, while i'm standing right next to you!" his ex is just another fish in the barrel, or at least that's what he says, but the thought that they were intimate together at one point still makes you feel sick. truthfully, your boyfriend is handsome, so you've spent the better part of the past 10 months warding off the women who circle him like vultures. you wouldn't mind as much as you do if he seemed at all interested in helping you do so, especially when faced with his ex that you suspect he still has feelings for, but he does not. quite the opposite, actually. it's like he thrives off of the attention and god it hurts.

"i'm not entertaining anybody. i told her i have a girlfriend now," he, well, you would say argues, but it's said so nonchalantly it doesn't warrant the term.

"a girlfriend you proceeded to ignore while she hung off of your shoulders and laughed all night! i just don't understand how you don't understand how much it hurts my feelings. i'm a human too! how would you feel if my ex, who was very clearly interested in me, hung around me right in front of you?" and it's like you're explaining empathy to a child.

"me? i wouldn't give a fuck because it's not that serious," he replies with a slightly irritated shake of his head.

it's always like this. always. you're always the one who cares more between the two of you. you were the one who asked him out in the first place. you were the one who initiated your first kiss. your first fight. hell, even your first reconciliation. you're not stupid, you know he doesn't feel quite the same way you do, but he has to feel something, right? otherwise, why would he say yes to you when he's rejected so many other women? your brain hurts trying to wrap your head around it all.

"you're missing the point! if you were me, you would—" you begin frustratedly, but you cut yourself off. "you know what? i don't even have the energy to explain this to you. i don't understand why i have to explain basic human emotion to you and i really don't understand why i have to beg and plead for you to care about how i feel!" you all but shriek.

"you don't have to do shit, just leave if you're that fucking unhappy," he spits out angrily, which is the first real emotion — besides mild annoyance — you've seen out of him this entire conversation. he gets impatient when you're like this, which usually results in you relenting, but not tonight. you're far too hurt to let go so easily.

"you're right! i am unhappy! i just — why don't you care that i'm unhappy? what can i do to make you give a fuck about me?" you have a brave face on but you can feel your eyes getting hot and your voice trembling ever so slightly.

"you could try not being so damn needy, maybe that'd help."

your eyes redden even further and your lips unintentionally twist themselves into a sour frown. you hate it when he calls you needy because you do need a lot from him, it feels like. his time. his care. his attention and affection. yet you never seem to get it.

"do you not love me? like at all?" you ask. all of the venom in your tone has been sucked out mercilessly and you sound more helpless than angry.

"do you not realize how fucking crazy you sound?" he scoffs as if he can't fathom why you'd be upset. as if he's not watching you break down in real time.

"why won't you give me a straight answer?" you question, voice softer than it was before.

he does nothing but scowl and you know beomgyu well enough to know that he's avoiding your question. that's enough of an answer as it stands, really. he doesn't care. never has. probably never will.

"then why'd you even say yes to dating me?" you truly don't understand. you thought you were different. you thought he saw something in you he didn't see in his harem of other suitors, and trust that there were many.

"i dunno. i was just bored, i guess," he answers with a shrug and your world as you know it collapses. the man you love sees you as nothing more than a way to kill time. he's picking you up right now just to toss you away when the next shiny toy presents itself. and so far, you've let him drag you around because you love him. that's how much you love him. but looking at him now, at how unbothered he is, you wonder if you've even got anything left to give.

"i really do love you," you manage to squeeze out with a bitter smile. your poor heart is on display for the naked eye to see and it seems like he really couldn't care less, but that won't stop you from asking. "does that mean anything at all to you?"

"well, i'm sorry you feel that way," he says simply, "but that's not my fucking problem."

your heart sinks to your stomach and you feel like you're going to throw up. in this moment, as you watch the love of your life dismiss you like you're a fucking dog begging for scraps of food, you feel an overwhelming sense of clarity as you realize he doesn't love you. he doesn't even like you. he probably hates you, actually. like a mental montage, every moment in which he showed you that exact sentiment plays all at once in your head.

all those times you let him choose everything from movies to dinner because the idea of a compromise was inconceivable. all of those occasions, special and otherwise, where you were supposed to go out on a date, but he'd bail without a word and you'd forgive him with no apology. when you'd offer him your share of dessert because he ate all of his and you knew he wanted more, and he'd take it without so much as a thank you. how you'd sit and listen to him tell stories about how amazing his friends were, but he'd never even ask about your day. when those same friends would jokingly call you the perfect girlfriend and you thought it was an indication of how good your relationship was, but in reality, it was a way to tease him because the thought of actually being with you was so abhorrent and ridiculous that it must be a joke. all those times you told him you loved him and he'd just smile and kiss you deeper. memories like these flood your brain with a vengeance so cruel it makes your head ache, and in a way, you realize it's ridiculous to be surprised when there was so much proof of his feelings in the first place.

"oh. okay," you say with what you hope is a soft and unbothered laugh, but comes out more as a choked one. "i guess there's nothing left to say. i'll get my shit and go."

you hesitate for a few excruciatingly awkward moments before collecting yourself enough to start gathering your things, which are scattered haphazardly around his apartment from his bedroom to his bathroom. it's like a walk of shame, almost, and you feel even shittier when he plops down on the couch with a long suffering sigh as he begins to massage the bridge of his nose. you feel so small in this moment — like a petulant child who just got done throwing an unsuccessful tantrum — and you're now soaking in the sobering aftermath and sitting with the thought that he just watched you have a meltdown like he was watching a monkey putting on a show. how much more is he going to humiliate you? enough is enough, you think, so before you can actually finish collecting all of your belongings, you're scurrying out of the apartment. before you go, you glance back at him one last time. "beomgyu?" you ask tentatively, tears clouding your eyes.

"yeah?" he replies with a sigh. this is it, you think.

"i don't want to see you ever again," you say firmly. before he can reply, if he ever intended to in the first place, you slam the door.

there's a lot to love about beomgyu. for one, he's handsome, which is obvious, but he has a certain allure you could never help but be drawn in by. he's always been a charming man, but even more so when he's talking to a woman he's interested in. as interested as he could be, that is. he's funny and comically pompous when he wants to be, but still somehow down to earth despite it all.

he's been described as a mood-maker, and while he grew to resent that term, you thought it was at least partially true, if only in the context of your relationship. when he's sad, you're devastated. when he's happy, you're over the fucking moon. his feelings are your whole world. or were, you guess, since all that's over now.

it wasn't all bad all the time, you think. there were times where you thought he really might reciprocate even a fraction of what you felt for him, and most of the time, that was enough. you could work with that. love looks different for everyone, you would reason. maybe he just had a funny way of showing it.

there were days where you'd laugh together and end the night lying in each other's arms while you'd cradle him like he was the most precious thing in the whole world because, to you, he really was. he was normally so boisterous when with his friends, but while he would never admit it to anyone else, he'd tell you about some of his insecurities while you gently combed your fingers through his long, silky hair. he'd speak of regrets and longing for people to take him more seriously. he'd never say it, but he wanted people to see you like you saw him. the real him. you'd let him cry while your hands cupped his cheeks and you'd shush him while he fiddled mindlessly with your hair like a child. you'd kiss his the tip of his reddened nose until he laughed instead of cried. times like those, you'd really think you were someone special to him. but now you realize you were wrong. you were just an outlet for him, and anyone willing to be an emotional dumping ground would do the trick too.

after a few weeks of moping, your sadness has begun to morph into anger and resentment. you spent nearly a year of your life trying to make an emotionally stunted man care about you, and that's not even counting the years of pining over him before you finally worked up the courage to ask him out. it was difficult to see it in the moment, but after being away from him for so long, it's crystal clear that he was honestly just an asshole who didn't really like you. nothing more, nothing less. maybe he'd find someone to change for someday, maybe he'd even work things out with his ex, but for whatever reason, you weren't her. that's just the way it goes, you guess. what really bothers you are the "what if's" of the situation. what if you were prettier, or smarter, or kinder. would he have seen you for who you really are? would he have grown to appreciate you if you had given him more to appreciate?

either way, there's no use crying over spilled milk now. you won't be going back to him any time soon and he certainly won't come crawling back to you. you'll continue to think of him less and less until your time together fades into a distant (and unpleasant) memory. you smile at the thought.

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threecrowsinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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Chapter 33: Now, Remus

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Remus woke in an unfamiliar bed. He was warm and comfortable, and well-rested in a way he only ever was after a night in an inn. He and Janus rarely had the cash to spare for one of the nice inns, but when they could, they did. Janus always spend a good hour setting up protections on the room before they slept, and mornings were usually a hurried affair of putting on their disguises and leaving before the other inn patrons had begun gathering in the meal hall for breakfast.

This morning was different. For one, Janus wasn’t even in the room. It took Remus’ drowsy brain a few minutes to remember that Janus was in the room across from his. It took his brain another few minutes to remember Logan Centauri was in the room next to his.

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#intrulogical #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #ts fic #logan sanders #remus sanders #kye writes #i thrive on comments and feedback

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originalartblog · 1 year

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My askbox is filling up faster than I can answer in-between the things I want to do, so the wait time is getting really long

Everyone has been super patient so far, thank you! ❤

#i'm not planning to close the askbox (yet) because i thrive on feedback #but i see asks that have been sitting there for over two months (sobs) and i wanted to say that i see you all #but i'm also gonna get busier irl so 🫡 to us #i'll have to figure out a way to answer more than one ask at a time i think

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frownyalfred · 1 year

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I don't think you were being overdramatic or complaining too much, people shouldn't have been rude in the comments, clicking X is the easiest thing in the world and if a person doesn't have anything nice to say, then they should say nothing

If those sort of comments continue, have you considered limiting comments to signed-in users? I think it would help ward them off

Thank you! I appreciate the support.

I have considered that, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. I've also noticed that a lot of questionable/rude comments do come from signed-in accounts, not just guest ones.

My new strategy has been immediately deleting the comments and/or muting the account in question. Trying to reason with people has kind of been burning me out emotionally.

Sometimes I feel like I can either be a writer or a moderator, and not both at the same time. I need to work on that.

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ohmeadows · 8 months

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beyond all the writing advice i've ever been given or given myself, such as "read other writers, learn how to steal without stealing, experiment, write ugly drafts" i don't think there is anything quite like creating an allowing room wherein you can test ideas, share snippets and float potentials. connecting even with just one excited reader can direct me further and fuel my writing more than anything.

#meadows.txt #thoughts on writing; again #i've been working on giving better and useful writing feedback in class so it's been on my mind #like what makes my writing thrive?#what makes it wither?#and i keep coming back to this moment of:#i shared a piece with someone and they talked to me about it about what resonated in them #so how do i nurture that resonance and deepen the piece?

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imaginmatrix · 11 months

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Waiting for comments on fics is sometimes nerve wracking because you don’t know whether they hated it or you just happened to post at a time when 60% of your readerbase is asleep and there’s no real way to tell

#morgan murmurs #absolutely NOT COMPLAINING #I am so lucky to get the comments I do!!!!#but I am also incredibly need and thrive off of validation #and also impatient #I forget it takes time for people to see it is updated #click it #read it #then react #ignoring being busy #LISTEN #I JUST LIKE FEEDBACK A LOT AND THE AO3 COMMENT EMAILS GIVE ME DOPAMINE SHOTS STRAIGHT TO THE BRAIN

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thekinkyleopard · 6 months

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HEY GUYS

Remember “Sznrs University” idea?

*warps you back in time*

“— The series would be; Remi and Levi are in College, Remi a second year, Levi fresh meat. They share 3 “elective” classes together and at first Remi isn’t fairly interested in the other, until the little cat has a sneezing fit during one session. Suddenly he becomes OBSESSED. He makes it his mission to trigger the small male every class together, essentially sneeze bullying him. How will their dynamic evolve? Will Levi get sick of it and avoid the large man? Or will he develop a sense of Stockholm for his Bully?”

Okay but what if I made it….AlxNaixDrae ? 🤔 instead….Al and Nai bully Drae ? 😎 Ahhhh I kinda already love it.

Also; currently working on Late Night Tickle P.2

Trick or Sneeze is so delayed I’m not sure I have the heart to even release it anymore 😭😭😭😭😭 maybe have to wait til next year homies. LOL

But this idea is SALIVATING in my head. The Whuuuuuump !!!!!!! 😩

#Kezzi polls #i’m so indecisive #you guys really help direct me #I need more reviews #I need more comments #I thrive off feedback good and constructive 🥺

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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Your so talented ❤️. Where do you get all of your ideas? Like, how is each fic and fragment unique?

thank u!! and they’re not THAT unique lol. i reuse a LOT of tropes bc i love them. but honestly? i’ve been in the voltron fandom for like 7 years. i’ve had dumbass little ideas brewing that entire time, and my brain is so rotted thru that EVERYTHING reminds me of them 😭😭 i get so many ideas bc i see the characters everywhere! every dumbass meme, every silly situation, every movie and book, every sign and shop makes me think of them, so inspiration is constant and everywhere :D

#also i thrive off external validation like u would not believe.#so getting constant positive and even critical feedback from everyone every day does like wonders for my mental health lol #this shit has almost single handedly improved my self image #ask

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