While looking at the original file in an old version of workshop, I realized 1) I miss CAS (I’m going to beat that dead horse a little more) and 2) this was intended to have pattern. So - I have added six patterns, but I will absolutely release the recolor file. Oh, and 3) It was called the Funny Bunny Chair originally and I will probably just call it that again.
I have asked this before, but how do people prefer the recolor file? I simply take the S3 multiplier and apply pattern to it using layer effects - it’s really that simple - so for me, I just need a multiplier. The original ‘map’ from UVMapper can make exacting sense of things, but that’s about it. In the past, especially if it is a complicated photoshop layout, I have included the PSD with example layers so people can set up the file with their own textures in the same way I did to achieve a similar effect. I have threatened to release recolor files for every last S4 set, but those to date have been huge in file size.
Me, after episode 3 of BSD S2: “Yeah… this is all nice and everything, but where’s Chuuya at? I won’t survive another 9-episode-long wait for 2 mere minutes of screen time and they keep on releasing official Soukoku art and promotion, and yes, I know that these are the events of the light novel and that their focus is on Dazai and so on, but I think the amount of promotion for Soukoku has pretty much caused a public demand for Chuuya’s appearance and I think that makes it clear that we are in dire need of him and his fancy hat and his fancy coat and his beauty and his grace and…”
Characters: Esper, Lusa, Masi WC: 2136 Rating: T AU: Esper has wings Category: hurt/comfort Notes: the title is a double pun ;3 written for @requiem-for-the-strongest, who wanted some wing angst + Lusa & Masi complimenting wings! proofread and illustrated by @dezimaton (
Esper stares at the mirror.
The mirror stares right back.
His pale face, unruly hair, magenta eyes, scar on mirrored left cheek. Everything would be okay — maybe except the returning circles under his eyes — if not for the background.
The things twitch when he brings his attention to them, the absolute nuisances. Two masses of black, with purple peeking here and there and magenta staring straight at him, with leathery sounds echoing with each movement. Absolutely disgusting. Repulsive. Repugnant.
You know, I’ve never been one to worry about getting older. I’m usually pretty good about it. I mean I look 10 years younger than I am and I’m married to a woman 10 years younger than me and I’m young at heart but I gotta be honest, this year it’s really been bothering me.
I’ll be 37 on the 23rd of this month and every day that passes. Every day I get closer to the 23rd, I feel like it’s a timer ticking down until I die and I hate that feeling so much. I know I’ll start feeling good on the 21st because of ME:A but sometimes I look in the mirror and I’m like, damn dude, you old.