how do you find this stuff

lonnie-the-bird  asked:

I love how you did research before starting a comic (like calling the characters in each room). it's makes it much better quality. I'm a fan who went to every possible room in undertale and called papyrus(and undyne in a separate timeline) and I always find myself raging when people do something that doesn't actually fit the canon.


THANK YOU!! Oooh my gosh, we have read over so much stuff in the game repeatedly. When doing Chara’s story we constantly headed back to double check we weren’t contradicting anything in the game. And it got even worse in Forgettable! We had to double check the first arc and the game sooo much. And repeat over the planned plot to ensure we weren’t going to mess it up.

That said, I LOVE CALLING PAPYRUS. He is so funny! And when Undyne can join in it just gets better!

But what you said really made me think, I honestly believe many people didn’t realize you could call Papyrus in pretty much every room after the ruins. (The Core and True Lab excluded)

Because during the calls is where you learn the most about Papyrus, but many people play him off as a moron, which really does contradict a lot of what you learn about him during the phone calls. Such as his artistic abilities that I bring up whenever I can (which is why he’s the one drawing blueprints in the first arc! ;3)




The gauntlet of deadly horror. Is a rock formation painted over to look like a bridge. This skeleton!! Gah. He hurts my feelings. He’s so sweet. WHY CAN’T HE BE REAL.


I do a thing on deviantart where you can take existing characters and combine their designs to see how they look. Theres a small community that does this kind of stuff and i find it a neat way to think of designs :) These are just some examples ofwhat has been added to the fusable roster so far.

anonymous asked:

ok i domt know if your the best person to send this to but i just got an overwhelming sensation of lesbian loneliness and it feels so soulcrushing and it really really sucks and i just dont know what to do

hey anon i really really feel u so much. honestly its such a big part of why im so damn suicidal especially lately. its so hard because when you’re not able to be surrounded by other lesbians, by people who share your experiences and many of your same feelings the loneliness is really hard to bear because you pretty much cant relate to anyone and its just horrible. 

it might seem hypocritical of me to say cause im always saying how im convinced im never gonna find anyone and im gonna rot alone but please hold on. the waiting is painful and its slow but its important to give yourself time. try to put yourself out there, try to go to lgbt orgs and pubs and stuff, thats what i just started to do (actually i cant go to actual orgs rn because theyre all closed but i hope something will change when i start attending them as they reopen.) 

in the meantime please keep in mind you’re not alone in this feeling. unfortunately loneliness is such a big part of the lesbian experience and there are so many lesbians feeling the same. its so so sad but its true. you’re not alone

if you ever need to talk feel free to send me another ask or message me in private. i love u anon

nour386  asked:

Najo and Perch "what i gain I lose" having flash backs possibly?

“Banjo? Are you okay?” Perch swam over to his brother. They’d promised they could handle it and their parents decided to take them to see the wreck that they’d found there eggs in. But on entering Banjo had found a necklace and started tearing up, and Perch was wondering if this had been a mistake.

“Y, yeah Perch I’m okay.” Banjo answered, “But, I remember our human selves momma gave Stan this, it was a gift celebratin’ us gettin’ a ship.” 

Perch rubbed his arm, “I remember that too, they gave me a compass. Do you think that will be here too?”

“Maybe if we find is Ma and Pa’ll let us keep them?”

Perch nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah, We should look in the room with the big wheel, that’s where humans keep stuff like that!”

I wasn’t sure how to just draw a flashback, so I though a good way to show it would be to have Banjo finding stuff related to there life and talking about it.  I’d say they’re about five here, because they first started having flashbacks when they were three, and I think after a couple years though they’d still have problems, they might want to see stuff from there human life.

anonymous asked:

Hi chris! First off, congrats on all your progress! You really inspire me! Second, I really love the way you approach your journey by establishing healthy habits and checking in with yourself regularly to make sure you stick to your goals. But at the same time you also leave room for that 20% of the good stuff and emphasize how important it is not to treat that 20% as a bad thing. It's been really hard for me to find other blogs that create that balance as well as you. Do you have any recs?

Thanks! Take a look at the other people I follow with similar mindsets by swiping to the “following” tab in the app when you’re looking at my blog or going to

anonymous asked:

Any advice for a rookie wanna-be-writer?

I would say that the things that have helped me the most are:

1) Keep writing.  Just…keep at it.  Like with anything, you WILL get better if you keep doing it.  

2) Read a lot.  Not just fic, but lots of things.  The more  you read, the better you get a feel for words and characterizations.  

3) Be the kind of fan you want to have.  Reblog other’s works.  Comment.  Give a kudos.  Rec stuff.  Participate.  Be generous.  Praise others.  Answer comments.  Be kind. Chat with people.  Encourage them.  Find a beta if that helps you.  Tell artists how much you love their work.  Support them.  Write something for someone else.  Join a big bang or remix or some other fandom activity.  It’s not only more fun that way, but you gain readers. 

4) Don’t use epithets.  Literally no one likes them. 

5) Show don’t tell.  What that means for me is that instead of saying “No!” Tony shouted angrily.  I might say, “No!” Tony shouted, slamming the gauntlet let down on the table with a loud clang.  Avoid adverbs in general, though that’s not some hard and fast rule.  It just reads better, I think.  

6)  Keep writing.  Seriously, nothing works better.  

anonymous asked:

You've said stuff about a username being a brand that can't be taken away. I really like that idea. I use the same name for all accounts I post writing to. It's how people find me on different sites and it's the name people associate my writing with. How would I prove that that name is my brand to you? I have 3 accounts on different sights to work with or do you only take tumblr as proof? I mean one of those 3 is tumblr but I have others too. If my understanding of this is wrong please tell me.

Any site works! Don’t worry: we’ll walk you through the process when you’re verifying it.

anonymous asked:

being on a trip and sharing a room with someone who doesn't understand that you MUST go through your routine to be able to sleep really sucks the energy out of me. Like it doesn't matter WHAT I'm doing on my phone or how important you think it is. It's the act of being on my phone that is part of my necessary routine. What is so hard to understand?? /rant over sorry had to get if off my chest Bon nuit/

:-( i can really really relate to this problem, ive passed up on quite a few great opportunities to avoid this type of situation

travelling when autistic is really hard due to the change in surrounding + routine and stuff so your feelings and rant are definitely valid. i also find trying to explain autistic-specific (?) things to people really hard and tiring

keep strong pal + i hope you slept well

anonymous asked:

hey! i was wondering if you had any advice for anyone who has just joined the community? how to get interactions and stuff like that? i've just joined and i'm not really sure what to do or how to set myself up

hey there! i’m working off the assumption that you know some basics. i’ve been in the rp for years now so a lot of this is borne from my own experience roleplaying here and what i wish people told me way back. it’s a lil harsh but i hope you’ll find this helpful

anyways, here’s a crash course:

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anonymous asked:

hey xagave, did pukind by any chance make you that sollux plushie? would you happen to know how she's doing? i can't find the blog anymore

Naw I made him. Idk what’s up with Pu, she hasn’t been active on tumblr in forever and I’m assuming she’s just been too bogged down with Hiveswap stuff?

Kuro Color Palette

So, some of you asked me to make a ref-sheet for Kuro… but I guess the color palette is all I got so far.

I was super busy preparing my entries for the Sheith Positivity Week 2k17 (it starts on 24th July, so brace yourself… sheith fluff is coming), so I couldn’t find the time to draw more stuff. I’m so sorry :(

But hey! How about a stolen and revamped Galran fighter suit for our fancy bean? Because the Paladins have their cool armors, and Kuro definitely needs something like that, too. (This was all Pidge’s doing!!!)

“I kissed Nursey.”

Chowder’s eyes widen comically. He looks exactly as shocked about it as Dex still feels. “You– Oh my– What?!”

“I didn’t mean to.”

Chowder stops walking in the middle of the path. They’re going to be late to class, but Dex kinda figured that would be the case when he brought this up. “How do you kiss somebody without meaning to?”

“I was angry.”


“And, so, you know how I’ve been going to counseling this year?” Chowder nods. Dex stuffs his hands into his pockets and shrugs. “Well, my counselor recommended that I try to find more constructive ways of channeling my anger whenever it comes up.”

“Ways like… kissing.”

“Honestly, C? It was that or punch him.”

“I’m not sure I understand how the only options were either punching him or kissing him.”

Dex shrugs again. And then breathes in deep as much crisp, autumn air as his lungs can take, bracing himself for his next admission. “Because those have kinda always been the only two options for me when it comes to Nursey.”

Chowder’s expression softens from shock to a quiet understanding. “Oh.”

Dex drops his head and stares down at his own shoes.

“So… did he kiss you back?”

A small smile tugs at one corner of Dex’s mouth, and for the first time in a very long while he doesn’t bother fighting it. “Yeah. Yeah, he did.”

Moving Out - Witchcraft Edition

So you’re moving into your own place for the first time - this might be the first opportunity you’ve ever had to practice magick freely, which is a wonderful feeling. Here are two very important tips on what to do before you get settled in to your new place! 

  1. Cleanse everything. This includes mundane and magickal cleaning and cleansing, alike. The previous tenants might have left a mess, especially if you’re moving into a home that is managed by a single renter rather than an apartment building. That being said, move stuff around if you can, and clean under and between all the little cracks and crevices you can find. Once you have physically cleaned everything, it’s time to cleanse. Doing this before you move your stuff in would be preferred. How you choose to cleanse the place is up to you, but it’s never a bad idea to get rid of any lingering energy from the previous tenants so you have a fresh slate to start with. 
  2. Protect yourself. Make sure that the locks on doors and windows function properly before moving in. Check for things like gas leaks or leaky faucets, and try to get those fixed ASAP - apartments are usually responsible for maintaining these things before anyone moves in, and private renters will usually fix anything that was wrong with the house before you stepped foot in the door. While it’s their job to fix the problem, it’s your job to report them - they can’t fix something if they don’t know it’s broken. Make sure your house keys actually function, and have a plan for if you ever get locked out. Now, put up wards - ward your locks, your doors, your windows. Surround your property with a powder that will keep out intruders or unwanted guests. Make a wreath to hang on your front door using plants known for their protective qualities. Keep a protective witch bottle outside of your home - stuff it in a potted plant if you don’t want it out in the open. Hang protective amulets above each entrance to your home, or at least the front door. The possibilities are endless, but magickal protection is a useful addition to the mundane things I mentioned above. 

anonymous asked:

What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 


He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.


Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”


“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.

fish keeper problems

•people ask ‘what’s that smell?’ It’s you. You smell like fish tank. No matter how much perfume/cologne/scented body wash you use. Fish Tank.

• sobbing as you look at your tank “where did this duckweed c o m e f r o m”

•when you see a betta/goldfish 'bowl’

•"hey wanna go out to eat" “sorry can’t. Gotta buy some brine shrimp from the store across town”

•you look at a fish. Your wallet screams in agony. You buy the fish

•"I have room for another fish tank if I just get rid of my bed"

•sleeves constantly damp. Always.

•who are you going to find to take care of your fish when your on vacation. They’re not going to remember the right foods for each fish, and what chemicals and how much to dose, they’re not going to know what plants have to be trimmed. What about the live food. Conclusion: you can never go on vacation

•where is my fish. Oh no he’s d e a d. Oh never mind, he was just doing his best imitation of a floating plant. Asshole.

•missing a water change=anxiety

•spilling the pellets all over the floor

•-spends 2376.98 dollars on fish stuff without batting an eye- oh no, I can’t go to McDonald’s. That’s too expensive.

•fish: varied diet, lots of enrichment you: top ramen you found in the back of your cabinet from approximately 12 years ago, Binge watching Netflix for a straight month

•yeah, I have a betta fish in a ten gallon tank “oh sweaty.. :)) you can keep them in bowls!! What a waste of space!!! Put an -insert completely incompatible species- in there :))))))”

•I have five goldfish in a 125 gallon tank “lol, I have seven in a ten gallon, and one in a vase”

•the urge to punch every chain store retail worker who says that “gold fish are good starter pets!!1!!11! Put it in this 0.2 gallon tank!! Hell! Put it in half a cup of water!!!”

•people who brag that they kept a betta fish alive for “a whole month!”

•algae. Where did all this algae come from??

•your floor is terribly warped from all the water dripping onto it. Your landlord is horrified

•crying for an hour because you spilled an e n t i r e bottle of Flourish

•Prime. Just… Just don’t smell it. Ever.

•getting your friends to smell Prime

•"I want a planted tank!!“ "ALL MY PLANTS ARE DYING”

•you bought twelve shrimp. You never see them again.

•p o n d s n a i l s

•being too sensitive to cull baby snails, getting them their own tank instead

•eating a fish flake. Just once. You just wanted to know what it tasted like

•you will never be satisfied with your tank. Ever.

•retirement fund? More like retimeformorefishtanks fund

•loving each individual fish like your first born child

•you know the difference between all fifty of your neon tetras

•water changes with sand

•-buys adorable chili rasboras- -betta eats them- that was the most expensive snack you’ve ever eaten you idiot

Feel free to add your own

I got a request to explain how to apply a doodle gif texture, and since I couldn’t find a tutorial, I decided to make one myself! I will be explaining (with lots of pictures) how to apply the hearts gif shown in the banner. I used the hearts gif from this doodle pack.

What you will need: photoshop. I use cc 2015.
Difficulty level: ★★☆☆☆

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There was someone in my inbox talking about Kaminari in a skirt and tbh I usually don’t draw bnha suggestions but the pun came to me and how do you ignore a pun 

(you don’t, that’s how)


July’s Featured Game: SLARPG

DEVELOPER(S): Bobby “ponett” Schroeder
GENRE: RPG, Fantasy
SUMMARY: SLARPG is a short, turn-based RPG following the story of Melody Amaranth, a kindhearted but meek transgender fox who’s decided to learn healing magic and become a paladin. She’s joined by her adventurous girlfriend Allison, as well as their friends Claire (a sarcastic, rule-bending witch)(she is also trans) and Jodie (a dependable, somewhat motherly knight). Over the course of the story, our inexperienced heroes will meddle with forces beyond their control and find themselves responsible for the fate of their quaint little hometown. They’ll also fight some spherical frogs, travel to a forgotten land in the sky, befriend a robot or two, and anger the local librarian. But that should go without saying. 

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

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