Kofi Young still has stories to tell, beginning with a final farewell to Marius. Keep an eye out for Kofi’s upcoming album, working title “The Death of Byron von Raum.” It’s a potentially dangerous blend of Folk rock and Mecha anime. Until then, check out his song “Shrove Tuesday” on Bandcamp
“Gunpowder” Tim Ledsam makes music with the most musical software company Softwire along with our very own Drumbot - find them on SpotifyorBandcamp. The duo also have an album in the pipeline tentatively titled “Wizards, Wizards, Wizards”, and have an as-yet unnamed band in the works with some non-crew members.
The ever prolific Drumbot Ben Below has written a song a week without without missing a beat since 2016. Listen to them on Bandcamp and you might hear some other Mechanisms pop up too. And not limiting himself to just one timespan, he also wrote an album in a month as part of a similar, but entirely different, songwriting challenge - which can be found on streaming services. And if you were ever curious about the Drumbot’sinfamous morality switch then more will be revealed in his upcoming album, working title “The Wanderings of Drumbot Brian”
BEATING HEART EFFECT TUTORIAL: I was asked by the amazing Samantha@shegos how I made the animated beating heart effect on my Witcher gifset so I thought I would make a tutorial about it! I’ve used this same effect before on this Merlin gifset. This tutorial assumes you have basic giffing skills and work on Photoshop with a timeline.
Thank you to all the kind Men who have sent me amazing pictures of their cocks! i have loved every single one of them and so has my drooley pussy! i’m so glad so many of you think of me as a safe place to share your hard, thick cocks! especially those of you who are new to sharing!
i know there are a lot of blogs and girls out there who have a whole bunch of ‘dni’ and ‘don’t send dick pics’ and i’m sorry about that! but this blog will ALWAYS be open to your picks and its owner (me hehe) will very likely rub her cunt to them (if you’re okay with that)
Amelia Pond “was like a name from a fairy tale”, but Amy tries to shed fairy tale fantasies as she chases after real world adventures. For all that her story is a “bit fairy tale”, Amy Pond was one of the most relatable characters that I and others had seen in so long.
When we first see her, she’s a little girl praying to Santa about a mysterious crack in her wall that whispers to her as she sleeps. It is a scene of strangeness and invokes many a magical theme, but there is also a sense of reality to it. Children’s worlds are strange and magical but it’s not always just because they have the imagination and creativity to create them. Sometimes it’s comes with a touch of necessity. Plenty of children believe in Santa but very few of them pray to him. Little Amelia Pond’s prayer to Santa might not be just a quirk of childhood but also possibly a little girl making up her own belief system when there isn’t an adult in her life who takes the time to show her one. Or at least an adult to listen to her problems so she doesn’t have sit up all alone in her house praying to some mysterious being of incredible powers and kindness in the hopes of solving her problems.
It’s a strange and almost magical story we’re told of little Amelia Pond in a strange house with doors hidden out in the corner of her eyes. But it’s also the story of a young girl left to fend for herself in a strange new country, in a mostly empty house with only a mostly absent aunt and her own thoughts to keep her company. She’s “the Scottish girl in the English village” and the Doctor claims to understand how that feels, but in the real world out here, there are far more people to whom that feeling is just as familiar.
The door only seen through the corner of your eye is scary. And monsters that steal your form while you sleep are terrifying. But so is being a seven year old girl, all alone in a house in a strange new place in the middle of the night. And that is an all too real kind of fear. When we (and the Doctor) meet her, she’s all alone well into the night, and everything in Amelia’s behaviour suggests this is nothing out of the ordinary. The Doctor remarks that Amelia is “not scared of anything”, but maybe fear becomes different when there are people to listen to it and the only person to tell is some strange figure from myth, whether it be Santa (who might not exist) or the Doctor (who she never knew existed).
She is given the moniker of the girl who waited. For all it’s whimsical tone, it’s also something real that grounds Amy. It’s not just the Doctor she waits for. When the Doctor says he’d be “right back”. Amelia’s response is that “people always say that”. How many times had she heard it before she stopped believing it? Despite all the Doctor’s insistence that he’s not people (“Do I even look like people?”), he leaves her waiting for far too long just as she had suspected. Despite all the times he’s said the words “Trust me. I’m the Doctor.” and delivered his promise, he lets Amelia down exactly like she had become used to. And she waits exactly as she’s used to.
Amy runs away the night before her wedding with an almost magical figure who flits in and out of time in a time machine. The Doctor belongs to myths and legends that she’s never heard of. However, Amy herself and her desire to put her life on pause even for a little while is not alien. She’s not running away because she doesn’t want to get married but because tomorrow is just too soon. That feeling is a familiar one. To want to run away from your life not forever but just until you’re ready to face it. To want to leave and come back and find your life waiting just as you left it.
With a name like it was “from a fairytale”, a crack in her wall that was a gateway to another world, “the universe pouring through her dreams every night”, an imaginary friend with a magical box and even the missing parents, it’s easy to think that Amy Pond belongs to the fairy tales that surround her and fill her life, however the fairy tales as with all the other stories in Amy’s life might be something she’s a part of and something that’s part of her, but in the end something so very real runs through them.
Me Meeting Pedro Pascal. The sweetest man with the softest hand. Sorry the camera is shaky. I was in shock and just so happy to meet him. He is an absolute sweetheart.
Thank you for sharing your sweet and beautiful interaction!! You are amazing!!! He was amazing!!! Looked amazing!! Oh my goodness you are the best so happy for you
And I can see it in your face. You’ve been waiting to break since you woke up this morning. Mr. Blue, don’t hold your head so low that you can’t see the sky.
Ophélie towards the end of Episode II of Wayfarer by @idrellegames because apparently, I can’t resist drawing them being gutted and trying to smile through the pain~ :’D
Anywho. Like always, please go play Wayfarer! It is fantastic and beautiful and has so so many characters to fall in love with. c:
I’m scared, I’m anxious and I don’t want the anime to end.
Sk8 has been a blessing to me… Even through some moments were sad (like when Reki and Langa didn’t speak to each other anymore), this anime was a refresher for me. Sk8 the Infinity made me understand that it’s okay if you’re not as good as the others, as long as you love something, you’re not inferior to the others (as someone who felt inferior when she saw everyone getting better grades than her in Japanese, and asking myself if I really love it, and if I should quit because everyone was better, I can relate). Anyway, as bad as my explication is, I think that saying you don’t have to pressure yourself to be as good as everyone to enjoy something is a good lesson (at least, that’s how I saw it) :)
But the anime needs to finish, and I’ll have to move on. Hopefully a second season will be announced :)
This time it’s TSM to TS2 and I started working on it somewhere last year. It’s technically a 3t2 conversion since I didn’t had TSM on my computer anymore at that time. The original TSM to TS3 conversion was made by @danjaley. :) Yes, I used young Hendrik for the previews (I had shown these pictures a while back)- because I always forget to take some new ones. :/
This hair is for teen to elder males only. Attention: There are four folders in the download for four different hat colours so you can choose if you want them all or just one. Mesh is included in all four folders so if you choose all just delete the other meshes. The colours are together in just one file (thanks to the hairbinner) because so you don’t have tons of different hair files at once. Grey is linked to black.
Forest Wizard Hair (originalTSM to TS3 conversion) Polycount: 2217 Download
Credits: EA (TSM), @danjaley for the TSM to TS3 conversion, @themeasureofasim who fixed some things for me before I gave it to @pixeldolly for the first retexture with different hat colours to fit the wizard clothes by Yuxi (here, working link here, and teen versionhere). If someone would make these a default for the TS2 wizard that would be so great!
Here are the defaults, both for the hairs and the clothes!
As there were two dark hats and two dark robes, I made alternative versions of each evil wizard default. They’re labeled inside the folder.
I also repositoried repeated textures, and removed unused bump maps. I just couldn’t compressorize the files, as my computer isn’t running the compressorizer.
If anyone finds any issue with the defaults, please let me know and I’ll fix them.
Leftover sales are now open for The Sunlit Earth, our beautiful Shadow of the Colossus zine! Stock is limited and this will be our last time selling online, so don’t miss out!
Sales will close on 10/10 but depending on interest and stock levels the deadline may be extended. Due to printing errors we have a LOT of slightly defective “seconds” books available at a discount!
There’s only one week left to preorder The Sunlit Earth, a beautiful Shadow of the Colossus zine featuring illustrations and merch from 35+ artists around the world! More information in this post
Hey hey here is my amazing leavanny! I didnt mickname him just because when I play through a new (lol) region I like to learn the names and since I skipped 5 while I was playing through 6 I thought so many gen 5 pokemon were brand new ones lol
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Lea’s Addition: What a lovely character! I’m not experienced on the battling scene, but those stats look awesome! I see he’s a huge Physical Attacker. Superb Leavanny, 10/10
Written (in my eternal tardiness) for HitsuHina Day 2022 and the prompt, seashells! Thank you so much for hosting, @rays-of-fire-and-ice! <3
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Characters:Hinamori (POV), Hitsugaya, Aizen; parenthetical Kira and Renji Word Count:~5k Tags: Blanket Fic, Junrinan lore, Academy lore, the Hanbantai Players - the eminent theatre of the Seireitei, the Junrinan puppet festival, all of Soul Society was ocean once Summary: As her Academy training draws to a close and she struggles to manage the sharpness of her own ambitions, Hinamori goes home. There is change afoot in Junrinan, too.
She could say I really missed you, but she wants Toushirou to believe that she’s okay. (But why wouldn’t that be okay? To miss someone.)
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It’s not so different from home, she’d told him after her first four months. They each get a futon, which they are responsible for keeping clean and setting away. They sleep eight to a room (all boys, or all girls). In each room there is an alcove with a tall, many-drawered chest. Each student has a drawer for personal effects.
“Almost all of that is different,” Toushirou had pointed out, and she hadn’t even told him about the talon through Kanisawa-senpai’s torso. She still hasn’t.
Hinamori keeps letterhead in her drawer. With this letterhead, she has written nearly five years’ worth of letters to Junrinan, all unanswered, and several dozen copies of her resume. She has earned a dozen interviews. Nothing formal at this stage, but everyone knows you cannot wait until your final exams if you are to stand out amongst the graduates. She has interviewed with the 5th Division nine times.
Beneath the letterhead, Hinamori keeps one seashell. (She’d lent Abarai letterhead once. He’d failed to buy the regulation size. Actually, he’d failed to buy any size at all. “Honestly, this is Kanashiro’s fault,” he’d said, his only elaboration the way his fingers danced over the lockboxes. “Did she sell it by the seashore?” he’d enunciated, when he saw the shell.)
