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I’m noticing an increase in new fic writers on AO3 who…uh…mayy not know how to format their fics correctly..so here is a quick and VERY important tip

Using a random fic of mine as example..

The left example: ✅✅✅

The right example: ❌❌❌

Idk how many times I’ve read a good fic summary and been so excited to read before clicking on it and being met with an ugly wall of text. When I see a huge text brick with zero full line breaks my eyes blur and I just siiiigh bc either I click out immediately or I grin and bear it…it’s insufferable!

If a new character speaks, you need a line break. If you notice a paragraph is becoming too large, go ahead and make a line break and/or maybe reconfigure the paragraph to flow better. I’m not a pro writer or even a huge fic writer but…please…ty…

Hello! If it's not too much trouble, can I request some Narinder appreciation? He's my favorite character.

i'm opening 5 slots for emergency commissions, it'll be shoulder up and 30€ per slot, first come first serve

process for sending references and such is the same as my regular commissions here

THE WAITING LIST IS OPEN!   💌   stadmaal[at]gmail[dot]com  ⬇️ more info below  ⬇️

➡️Commissions status ➡️Commissions rules ➡️Drawing process ➡️Background prices

What I WILL draw: - Fanart - Original Characters - Real people and self-inserts - Couples of any gender (WLW/MLM etc) - Animals - soft NSFW (only with adult characters - NSFW fee included!) - gore, violence - furry (If you are not sure if I will draw what you want - just ask!) What I will NOT draw: - ecchi - sexualized: minors, celebrity - fetishes

Choose the correct form and fill it in!

Commission-form for Illustration

Your Social Media (Tumblr/Deviantart/Facebook/Instagram, etc.) 

Your Complete Paypal Email

Number of Characters

Art Type (Flat Color/Shading)

Body Length (Waist up/Full body)

Name of Characters

References (only links/pics)

Short info about characters' appearance (gender, height, ethnicity/race, body type, age, chest size, moles/scars, etc)

Personality (only a few words)

Pose (Optional) (Sitting, Running, Laying Down, etc)

Angle/View (Optional) (Side view/ Front View/ etc)

Background (Choose type from THIS doc.) (You can either send me references or describe what you want)

Commission-form for character sheet

Your Social Media (Tumblr/Deviantart/Facebook/Instagram, etc.

Your Complete Paypal Email

Name of Character

Which series does the OC belong to (My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, etc. or none)

Personality (only a few words)

Short info about characters (gender, birthday, height, body type, age, birthmarks, moles, etc)

Number of Figures (1,2 or 3) If you want more than one figure, describe them separately including the info:

Type of Figure (school uniform, work outfit, casual outfit, hero costume, etc.)

References (only links/pics)

Pose

Facial expression/mood

Outfit (attached pictures of every piece of clothing)

Quirk description/Any other info you want to be put in the infobox (200 characters long!)

Background color

Send this to me via my email:  💌  stadmaal[at]gmail[dot]com * promotions can be combined

(If I do not answer you within two days - write to me on Tumblr, maybe the e-mail has not arrived!)

Reblog and sharing are always welcome and appreciated,  thank you for your support ! ! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

was trying to find body positivity posts for trans guys that look like me and couldn’t. so here’s a post for all the trans guys with wide hips and dad bods. you are hot, you are desirable, and you are doing great

Pets health and safety first, stress and bills later 💦

Ko-fi Goal Post

Sad baby not allowed to lick her really painful wound.

It comes with a heavy heart to announce this. Starting April I'm no longer operating as a business and therefore will no longer accept any art related work and I need to cease my patron, ko-fi, and shop. I need to focus on me and my family's survival during this time.

The debt I've accrued since starting this business is becoming out of control and there is little incoming earnings from my art that justify maintaining it as a business. I pay nearly $700/mo on debts, my part time job pays roughly $1200/mo, and my art job pays anywhere from $300-800/mo, the higher end being a really good month. ECCC was a good time but I'm now left with just enough to get me through early April. My rent is $1700/mo. I haven't accounted for things like food. My partner is basically bed ridden and we may look into disability benefits for her soon. The math does not make sense and I have fallen behind on payments, because I am focusing purely on survival since the start of 2023. Since roughly September of 2023 I have been the only person with an income, and it has been very, very hard. I simply cannot operate like this anymore and making art feels absurd when everything around me that I've worked hard to maintain simply no longer works. There were promises of better opportunities that simply did not work out. The reality of it is, I have failed and my efforts have become too burdensome.

I will be completing any open work. I will try to fulfill any remaining rewards for Patreon and Ko-Fi. I will be mailing out remaining Kickstarter rewards when I have the income to do so. Everything in my shop must go. Considering the dire need to pay off debts I won't be hosting discounts. Recurring payments in Patreon and Ko-fi are halted as of today, March 20th. I am planning to have everything said and done by the middle of May.

I'm working on getting another job to control payments.

I'm going to still be making art, on my own time, as well as contributing to a personal project by some friends and myself. Maybe I can talk about that soon.

Thank you for your support over the years. Anywhere from liking, sharing, buying prints and my art. Thank you, and I'm sorry.

My shop is here: https://ko-fi.com/mxmorgan/shop

What a wonderful year it's been... Awful post to make, My cat ate a lily stem which is very poisonous and had to be rushed to the ER, I'm currently facing an over a thousand dollar vet bill, My commissions are open if you want to help out, if not please at least share this. , https://ko-fi.com/nessyraptor

You’ve talked in the past about patreon’s anti-horny policies, and how they impact creator’s income streams, and so I thought maybe this could be of interest to you/others in that situation. Someone is trying to put together a collective legal action against Mastercard. https://x.com/pom_poison/status/1768753517651546540?s=46&t=366EMtqp8Vh2MIY7oWvoKw Please also feel free to ignore me! But it seemed neat.

PS I love your book, thank you for the excellent words!

Thank you so much! And thank you for bringing this to my attention.

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ISRAEL HAVE STARTED BOMBING RAFAH! THE PLACE THEY INSISTED WAS A SAFE REFUGE FOR THE PEOPLE OF GAZA! ALL EYES ON RAFAH!

ATTENTION ARTISTS OF TUMBLR

since tumblr is going to start scraping blogs to train ai be sure to glaze and nightshade your art!! Not only will both of these programs protect your art from being copied but nightshade also poisons any ai that tries to steal it

here is some more info on these tools and where you can download them:

Nightshade: Protecting Copyright (uchicago.edu)

Nightshade: Downloads (uchicago.edu)

Glaze - What is Glaze (uchicago.edu)

Glaze - Downloads (uchicago.edu)

Sunlight and Fire

Silva was born into a world of colors, shades and hues so numerous he couldn’t count them all, varied and beautiful. But strangely, the color of the sun, of gold and flowers and so many other things, has grown with him. 

His cradle was green leaves and soft grass, new eyes taking in the veins beneath the verdant surfaces. The sky overhead was grey, pale silver light passing through the clouds while crystal rain fell in droplets upon his face. Lightning, yellow and stark against such a uniform background, crackled with energy and set trees alight in orange fire. Silva, newly birthed from the Mother into the storm, watched the lightning and felt fear.

As he grew, tended to and nursed by dryads and river spirits, his forest cradle grew dense and lush in the coming spring. Vernal danced through the spaces between branches, sang songs with the coming of new life, the plants budding and blooming in riotous colors. Pink, purple, white, red, green, blue, all coiled together along vines and branches and stems that bent whenever Silva passed by. The nature spirit coaxed the young god to join in his merriment, and daisies grew around Silva’s feet wherever he tread. 

The god grew older still, the trees swaying to bow as he moved between them. Autumnal cast the leaves in warm hues of red, orange, and yellow, an ombre that reminded Silva so vividly of fire and magma flowing beneath the earth. Lightning struck, storm winds toppled the forests and flooded the rivers as war began. The forest was alight in yellow flames and lightning, and his once lush home became a grey mountain, bubbling and belching molten rock high into the atmosphere with his rage.

When the fighting was over—for now, the promise hissed—there was rebuilding to be done, as the remaining dryads mourned their fallen kin and the river spirits snuffed the last fires. Silva gathered them all, his nature bound brethren, at the foot of that grey mountain, dried black as ash fell like snow around them. The forest he regrew, the grass and trees growing thicker and twining around him, swaying toward their god, was darker than before, evergreen and deadly with roots to trap and vines to ensnare. Solstice swept over the land, and the flowers that bloomed there seemed to glow white while their thorns flashed amber in the dim light, spreading around the base of the mountain like a protective shield. In many ways, it was.

The city Silva built, heeding the pleas of frightened mortals, became golden, as the new residents painted their houses in colors of brown and red and orange and oddly, yellow. Yellow flowers mimicking those at the base of the mountain, and golden murals in the shape of Oro’s horns took shape along walls and roofs, the solstice casting everything in bright sunlight. Silva was almost blinded as he walked through the city, once small and humble, now resplendent and full of life. 

When there was time, in rare stretches of peace, Silva would trace the patterns on Oro’s back, glowing with white-hot gold beneath dark stone skin. His friend would say nothing, would only wait his turn until Silva was finished, and then the vines that made up the god’s hair would be tended to, stone skin on stone skin as they curled together, powerful yet frightened.

Solaris’ hair is as yellow as the sunflowers she creates to adorn the grounds, tending to the flowers that turn their heads toward the sun. Silva changes their colors, from a lemon hue to blue or purple, all for Solaris to throw her head back and laugh, flaxen hair blooming as she lets the world know of her joy. Silva would dance with her in the square to make more flowers bloom, and the daisies from before made a triumphant return.

Ophel’s eyes shine sallow in the low evening light as they sing in the entrance’s antechamber. They sing of victory, of peace, of tales so old Silva remembers them dearly, all reflected in the color of the spirit’s gaze. The spirit sang of betrayal, of heartache, and of a god who saved them, and all Silva could do was beg that the spirit not thank him. He has done many things, impossible things, but he did not wish to be thanked for saving a life. He has taken far too many.

Winter descends on the mountaintop, the snow dusting the tops of trees and casting everything in a somber silver. Secretly, or perhaps only cautiously, Silva finds winter to be his favorite season. With his yearly visitor, Silva may admit that he has a bias. Hiemal does not wear yellow, preferring blues and greys that suit his pale visage more, but his blue mingles so nicely with the colors of Silva’s wardrobe. He dons a golden robe this time, and the god expects the blues and yellows of their clothes to meld into green, to bloom into snowdrops and winterberry and crocus as snow settles on the windowsill. Instead, they tangle but never mix, the gods a bit too in their cups and sprawled over cushions on the floor, laughing and touching and kissing through the haze as the lanterns cast the room in warm light. 

Of all colors that Silva has seen, of all colors his flowers take on and the many shades of gems hidden beneath the rock, he always finds himself partial to the color of sunlight and fire.

Where

You two hold me tight, hands clasped and it feels right.

Your strength unwavering, your kindness unending

Your loyalty, your gentle hands, with the callouses that don't catch and the claws that never left a mark.

Tell me, how can I not love it all?

You two teach me, to defend and protect and just be.

Your guidance calming, your wisdom all knowing

Your strong hands in mine, your kisses on my crown, the warmth so sweet an ache.

Tell me, how can I not love it all.

But I see your smiles and gestures, I see the emotions behind your eyes.

I see the gems that adorn you,

Ears, fingers, hearts.

I see this immortal love, what warriors and gods and men could never break. Is there a place for me here, in this ode to devotion, this worship of love?

It is an ache in me, for I know I have no place.

I cannot set foot on this holy ground, bringing blasphemy and ruin in my wake.

I would never forgive myself.

I stay in my role, I stay by your sides, but I can't help but wonder;

And I ask, with tears in my eyes

One day, will I be left behind?

I'm very queer, my writing is very queer, and if you don't support the LGBTQIA community then stay off my page, please and thank you :)

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

Path of the Wayward Souls (Arc 0)

It’s said that not all those who wander are lost. But like any proverb, there are exceptions. And now, atop a grassy hill that is only one of many on a seemingly endless plain, there is an exception in the form of two weary travelers.

Or maybe just unprepared ones.

“I think we’re lost.” Nero had been looking at the map for the better part of five minutes before folding it with a huff. The map had been practically useless for a while now, but at least it could be kept for sentimental value.

“We could always ask someone for directions,” Ellie suggested, not paying attention to Nero at all and taking great delight in stepping on a poor unsuspecting anthill. Because she was too busy watching the ants scurry for their lives in the face of a malevolent giant, she didn’t see the very unimpressed look her best friend was giving her. 

“Ellie, we’re in the middle of nowhere,” Nero paused to take off his pack and put the map away, searching for a compass instead, “Who exactly are we going to ask?” 

Ellie had to think for a moment, becoming bored with the ants and settling on kicking the pile to bring about unimaginable chaos to the tiny community, before shrugging her shoulders and looking out across the horizon. Nero just sighed while muttering “Very helpful, Ellie…” 

The sun beat down on the two, Ellie shielding her eyes with a hand as she looked out over the grass, searching for something. Nero was searching too, but only for a compass that had migrated to the bottom of the bag somehow. 

And in only a matter of seconds, he had found the compass and had to steady himself after being nearly bowled over by a rather large wolf. 

“Hirudo-!” Nero had no time to say much else, as the wolf merely kept running toward Ellie, who greeted him with open arms and a very enthusiastic “PUPPY!” Nero dusted himself off while Ellie had her reunion with HIrudo, supporting the red wolf easily and letting him lick her face. He was happy to see the wolf, really, but that didn’t solve their current predicament. 

“Yes, yes, good to see you too, Hirudo. Next time, don’t try and knock me over please.” His hand sank easily into the soft fur of Hirudo’s scruff, and he rolled his eyes as Hirudo only let out a loud boof in response to Nero’s request. Oh well, you can’t win everybody. 

Ellie scratched at the fur of Hirudo’s back, praising him for being “Such a good boy, scouting the area,” before setting Hirudo down. She looked at Hirudo for one long moment, then at Nero, and then back at Hirudo to ask “Which way, buddy?” She purposefully ignored the sound of Nero’s palm meeting his forehead.

Hirudo barked once before beginning to run, circling around the two a few times before stopping in front of them, maw open like a smile. He took off again, stopping a little ways ahead to look back at them, tail wagging and barking again. 

“Well, you heard the baby, Nero. Hirudo says we’re going this way,” Ellie snarked, chuckling at Nero’s eye roll (fond as it may have been) before grabbing her pack where she left it and starting her trek down the hill. 

“Alright then,” Nero walked after Ellie, hand over his eyes and calling out, “Lead the way, Hirudo!” The grass was tall enough to come up to Nero’s waist, Hirudo a bright spot of red in a sea of green making the grass swish and sway with the movement. The sun was still high in the sky, bearing down on the adventurers with their focus on the journey ahead. “We’ve got a long way to go.” 

Big Boi has a title now!

"Path of the Wayward Souls" is gonna be a journey centered around a group of intrepid travelers (who you'll get to meet later) and their rapidly interconnecting stories.

Again, the story will contain a lot of adult themes and content especially as we move further along. There also won't be any set update schedule.

And it should be noted that I'm winging this with not a lot of planning so... yeah.

Alrighty, that's all, goodbye for now!

Love from Eden

Tell me, love, can you feel it?

Can you hear how my heart calls for you?

Do you dream with my name on your lips

As I do for you?

I crave for the touch of your skin,

Feel it bruise beneath my fingertips.

I yearn for your words and crass tongue,

Hear them bleed me dry.

Do you feel it, love, how I long for you?

This desire like a fungus, it festers like rot

But I can't escape these chains you've wrapped around my heart.

Tell me simple, love, can you feel me yearn?

I hunger for your presence, and the shadows of your silhouette

I call out for your words, your passion violent red.

Can you see me, love, how I cry for you?

This love is not a paradise, for it is not green or lush, it spreads like a cancer and it's taken hold of me

But I know you'll never stay, love, so I'll hide this beast away

You'll never know its teeth, or the disease that burns below

I do this all for you, love, but I'll never let you go.

Self Ecosystem

There's rot inside of me, my self contained system.

Green pus and mold, caked and flaked

Black tissue and yellow sinew, old joints and dust for bones.

My face is twisted beyond my comprehension, a stranger in my reflection.

The lake is dark and brackish, an endless black expanse with no bubbles to mar the surface.

Skin ripped to shreds and fed to the beasts below.

Birds and bats and bugs crawl and screech and writhe, pour out the sockets

The birds peck at glassy eyes and the bats scream in my voice

Bugs feast on the flesh.

Red and blood, rend the tissue.

Fire burns and blisters, boils and chars

A blackened husk left in the wake of the rain, cool and crips waters in rivulets of clear to blue

Black fades to grey and brown, cracked and dry mud and clay of my being.

My face is calm and still, the features worn and faded.

The lake is brown and low, reedy and muddy where it burns against the shore.

Birds and bats retreat to their nests, a great mass taking flight away from me

The bugs burrow in the dirt to sleep.

I am baptized by the fire, scorched in the blaze

I am reborn in the water, healed by the rain.

Green grows in flowers and moss, forget me nots for eyes.

The bird feathers grow, brown mottled down for feathers of all colors and sweet song

The bats hang from the branches of trees I have grown, fur so soft and light

Butterflies and spiders, dragonflies and salamanders among the flowers

Flowers burst from the ground, clay to fertile soil, birds of paradise and heliotrope.

The lake is blue and clear, fish ripple the surface while alligators lounge on the shore, shrimp and oysters in the reeds.

Cattails whistle with the wind, the flowers turn to the sun

The green of my face growing true, the sun in my leaves and branches

I nurture this system,

This ecosystem of me.

Just a heads up for the near future: within the next two weeks I'll be starting my first big writing project! Hopefully by then I'll have officially posted the first bit :3

I usually write more when at least someone sees it and expresses interest so hopefully this'll work! In the meantime, I'll be posting another poem or two before setting to work on the big boi.

Big boi (title pending) is going to be DnD inspired with original characters and will feature more adult content and themes, so be warned. I'll do my best to put on any necessary trigger warnings. I also have no idea how big the story will be, so we'll find out together, I suppose!

With all that being said: Wish me luck!

Mask Seller

The Mask Seller comes every year, no one knows his name or face. But they come with her car and his dogs all barking and pulls out the masks to sell.

Pretty masks, ugly masks, young and old, thin and wide, people clamor for masks of all kinds.

"Make me beautiful!" the neighbor's wife yells, and the Mask Seller sells one for only ten dollars.

"Make me younger!" cries the old man, and the Mask Seller sells it, but only for a quarter.

Today I am brave, and I asked what he has, "Masks of all kinds, for every shape and size."

They lean forward but not too much, and there's a smile beneath her veil so he asks me, "What would you like?" I don't know, I say. I just hate my face and I want something else, so they hum and she nods, listens to my tale. He taps me on the forehead, face still hidden by the veil.

"You've already got a mask," the Mask Seller says, suddenly old and wise. "I can't take it off, so you have to instead."

I thank them and I leave and mull it all over, I pull at my chin, my ears, my nose. But it doesn't come off, maybe the Mask Seller was wrong.

I stay for another time, until the Mask Seller comes again, and they say, "You still have that mask on, how about a deal?"

If I can take it off, before she leaves town, he'll buy it for a handsome sum. I don't care about the money, but I shake their hand and nod.

I stare at the mirror and catalogue my face, mulling over everything I hate. This isn't me, I say out loud, and with a pop the mask comes off.

I take it to the Mask Seller without looking in the mirror, and shout at her with glee, it's off, it's off, I'm finally free!

She takes the mask away, pats me once then twice. He's gone by morning, but I feel very light. The mirror's face isn't different, but it's happier than it was and oh, this is me.

Ain't So Bad

The anxiety ain't so bad when I've got something to do

So gimme the broom, gimme the bottle

I'm in control, hand's on the throttle.

So gimme the pan and gimme the keys

I'm here in charge, nothing's got me.

Cause the anxiety ain't so bad when I've got something to do.

I Met Him in a Dream (Poem)

I met him in a dream, long ago if I remember

He was bigger, he was taller,

But his face was just too real.

I'm waking up, it's just a dream

Before I go, he says

"Hey, it's me."

I met him in a dream again, I remember it this time

His hair is short, his chest is flat

But his voice sounds a lot like mine.

Before I woke I'm calling out,

So he said,

"Hey, it's me."

I met him in the mirror, for the first time in forever

His chest's not flat, his hair's too long

But his eyes are just like mine.

I'm seeing myself for the first time ever, so I'll look with everything I've got.

And hey, it's me.

First post on the hellsite, hi everybody!

Knew this day would come.

Anywho, I'll be posting some poetry and story ideas on here, let's see if I can figure out the tagging system.