Yo. So you found me. I write fanfics and draw art!! Though I post the art on my other account Brainwashfalls and thought all my rebloging and following is done here, my everything is on brainwashfalls. My favs u might see here tho!!
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Reminder, this is a PREORDER, so orders will NOT be completed until after the preorders close, I order the stock, and then finally ship them
This blog doesnāt have much of a purpose aside from whatever I feel like, but I frequently post
ā¢incorrect quotes for welcome to demon school
ā¢reblog random things o thought were funny/interesting
ā¢reblog my own art
-(check out my art tumblr here!)
ā¢reblog other peoples art
ā¢and post stuff about my fanfics. When I remember.
I like a wide variety of anime, my favorites are⦠most anime I see, but my consist favorites (Iām always happy to rewatch any anime I like, but these hold a more or less special place you could say) and of course these are likely to come down to these. These are a few of my favorite things.
ā¢Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun!
ā¢Ranma 1/2
ā¢Fullmetal Alchemist
ā¢Princess Tutu
ā¢Assassination Classroom
ā¢Idolish7
ā¢Utapri
ā¢The Devil is a Part-Timer!
ā¢Ouran Highschool Host Club
ā¢7 Deadly Sins
ā¢Danganronpa
ā¢Homestuck lol
ā¢My Hero Academia
ā¢Obey Me!
ā¢Black Butler
ā¢Servamp!
ā¢Welcome To Nightvale
ā¢The Case Study of Vanitas
ā¢Twisted Wonderland
ā¢The Owl House
ā¢Mob Psycho 100
ā¢The Disastrous Life of Saiki k
ā¢Trigun
ā¢Adventure Time
ā¢7 Seeds
ā¢To Your Eternity
ā¢Delicious in Dungeon
If you like any of theseā¦. Well I do to!!! Lol
[Also if you like clouds, check out my cloud tumblr here!]
I also write Fanfics. Currently Iām writing a Dragon!Azz Iruazz Demon school Fic, a vampire Iruazz fic, an isekai Kirio fic (also demon school), and a Rodeku MHA fic. I can only focus on one at a time tho so updates are sporadic especially since Iām writing/plotting multiple comics and stories! Please feel free to ask me about my fics, which you can find right here!
"Ignorance might not actually be bliss, but it is certainly less work."
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Anis are bizarre, coal-black cuckoos with long floppy tails and unique, curiously tall, flattened bills. Groove-billed occurs in a variety of open and semi-open habitats in tropical lowlands and foothills, typically staying low in shrubs and grasses. Gregarious and not particularly graceful; usually seen crashing around awkwardly in small groups.
groove billed anis are a hilarious cuckoo situation where they ended up laying their eggs in one anotherās nests instead of anyone elseās. they hang out together in groups of up to five pairs until a nest gets built (sometimes by committee, sometimes they just hang around hopefully until someone does it all on their own) then they start sneaking over and laying an egg in at a time. the females who lay for the first time will sometimes flip prior eggs out of the nest like āoh i KNOW this one isnāt mine! away it goesā but eventually everyoneās laid a couple eggs in there and is stuck with the mutual hostage situation. then they take turns incubating until all the kids hatch and everyone pitches in on feeding them, because no one knows which of the kids are theirs so they all might as well.
they also like to do a team handshake where they clump up and mutually make a low bubbling noise together, to signal group affiliation. go team!
Also their eggs are incredibly beautiful. Theyāre a very pretty blue color, but covered by a white chalky outer layer that is easily scratched off, so they end up in various stages of in-between.
Okay, but imagine the Zim equivalent of Perfect Nothing Dib.
Zim gets put on trial but instead of executing him they āfixā his bad code and reprogram him to be the perfect, humble, obedient, soft-spoken little drone the Empire wants. They send him back to Foodcourtia and he quietly accepts his banishment, content to serve the Empire in whatever capacity they deem him fit for.
All day long he serves fast food slop to rude, demanding, and ungrateful customers and never raises his voice or objects to the indignity. He has no ambition, no creativity, and will let absolutely anyone walk all over him. When Dib comes across him, he treats him like just another customer. He is unfailingly polite and unfazed no matter what Dib says or does to antagonize him. He only ejects him from the restaurant when directly ordered to by Sizz-Lorr when Dibās antics become disruptive to the other diners, and even then heās apologetic about it.
Zim has to obey any command given by a superior. So when Sizz-Lorr tells him to do anything to make a customer happy, Dib takes advantage to force Zim to escape with him. All Zim can do about it is politely ask Dib to return him to his post.
At first Dib just wants to drag Zim back to earth so he can shove him in his dad's face to prove he wasn't crazy. But he's never really been alone with Zim for an extended period of time, and they've never really talked before. Just argued and threatened and hurled insults at each other. Now, they're going to be together in close proximity for days with Zim physically unable to quarrel with him. So for the first time Dib is able to ask Zim anything he wants and instead of being guarded and withholding, Zim answers everything in a friendly, conversational manner. Dib is able to learn all about Irk and Zim's life, minus some classified info he's forbidden from talking about. Zim's upbeat tone never falters, even when he talks about being intensely anxious all his life about being subjected to an existence evaluation and stripped of his individuality and free will. But now that it's actually happened he thinks he's much better this way. He doesn't feel anxious anymore because he doesn't feel anything.
Zim's confessions remind Dib of his own lifelong fear of being institutionalized and lobotomized for being "crazy". His empathy for Zim grows into romantic feelings, but he can't act on them because Zim isn't capable of consenting under the circumstances.
He decides to help Zim, and figures out the way to do it is with a system restore on his PAK to revert the changes. But they can't do that without high level administrative access, which only a handful of Control Brains possess, and these Control Brains have extremely robust security systems that are almost impossible to hack. Not to mention, they outrank Sizz-Lorr, so they can issue commands that override Zim's imperative to provide "superlative customer service" to Dib.
Despite the odds, Dib manages to restore Zim's free will, but it's not an instant happily ever after for them. Zim is still traumatized by what happened to him. He feels violated, not just by the Control Brains, but by Dib taking advantage to get him to talk about sensitive topics he'd normally never open up about. He becomes extremely bratty and obstinate just for the sake of asserting his autonomy, and pushes Dib away because he thinks Dib only wanted him when he was helpless and vulnerable and perfectly pleasant, even-tempered, and obedient. But now that he's back to his normal, defective self Dib will surely begin to remember why he always hated him. Why everyone hates him. Why he didn't deserve free will.
Dib eventually convinces Zim that he has an especially high tolerance for imperfection. If he can love his family and his home planet unconditionally despite everything, he can love Zim too, warts and all.
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Natural Black Hair Tutorial!
Usually Black hair is excluded in the hair tutorials which I have seen so I have gone through it in depth because itās really not enough to tell someone simply, āBlack hair is really curly, draw it really curly.āĀ
The next part of Black Hair In Depth will feature styles and ideas for designing characters and I will release it around February. If you would like to see certain styles, please shoot me a message!
Making Dr. stone Cour 3 into a Soap Opera because the pacing is in a huge rush and I've decided to fill the empty space in the narrative where plot and development should be with AGNST
If you would like to see what inspired this the brainstorming was partially over here in this post thread.
He wasnāt sure what happened to Stanley. Heād tried to blink Morse code at Stanley during the motorcycle escape - and incredibly daring and creative plan on Senkuās part, very impressive - but he had to trust that the message got through. If it had not, Stanleyās team would have been able to triangulate where Senku was when they performed that ridiculous manual fax at a bare minimum, and Senku had been moving in a straight line racing to get to the source of the initial petrification as quickly as possible. Still, South America was very large, the jungle was dense, and the Amazon River a twisting network of tributaries. It was possible Stanley had missed or misunderstood Xenoās message, though he was sure that would be the fault of the dust cloud or some other interference. He and Stanley knew each other on such a deep level, even if only 80% of the message went through Stan could infer the rest, surely.
It hurt.
He could admit that to himself, at least. Stanley had always come though, always won, and yet there had been no sign of him for ages. No radio chatter, no distant smoke, no odd radar ping that might be a large ship, nothing. The Perseus was by all accounts a well made ship. However, while Brody and the team Xeno led building White Castle were excellent with metal parts, could Stanās strike team properly maintain a wooden ship built and rebuilt to purpose with no standardized parts according to designs that must have been as much from Ryusui and Kaseki as Senku? Some quick patch they planned to fix properly when the conflict was over may have worn out, or maybe the ship encountered a bad storm. Perhaps the aircraft carrier design, which was an amazingly quick remodel, wasnāt as sea worthy as the original design or had quirks only the original owners knew of that made going around Argentina far more difficult than expected. They could have hit an iceberg while rounding Cape Horn too far out to sea or else grounded the ship by cutting too close to shore in their haste. Leonard could make a new radio so long as he could find or keep the existing crystal necessary for itās operation, but Xeno didnāt think anyone in Stanleyās squad knew the chemistry required to make a new one nor the geology required to find suitable natural galena crystals.
Any diagrams or instructions left on the ship to aid repairs would be illegible, since Xeno was the only American who knew any Japanese. Due to the reduced literacy of the stone age members of the crew some essentials may be documented with pictographs, but if something serious broke could anyone in Stanleyās strike team fix a ship like that? Kohaku wrote a note for Senku early one morning and Senku had needed assistance figuring out which words the pictographs represented - and then the actual message was the first syllable of each picture similar to how Japanese kanji worked. Francois had it half correct and Mr. Asagiri was needed for the remainder. Without verbal clarification or any reference materials to aid translation, and given that the people born in this century took wild liberties with the concept of written language, would any pictographs Stan and his team found on the ship be coherent enough to bridge both the cultural gaps as well as the language barrier?
Stanley wasnāt normally sloppy, but heād lost several times to Senku and he did get into his feelings when holding a grudge or feeling cheated. Thatās how theyād ended up arrested for shooting a football out of the air with one of Xenoās railguns. This time, Stan had failed to kill Senku with his sniper rifle. Heād had to take the bait in Panama, giving Senkuās team a greater lead. Heād failed to stop them on the beach when they switched to motorcycles. Heād failed to find them in Araxa. After so long, Xeno had to assume heād failed to triangulate the few radio broadcasts Senku had sent out since building their fort, and had possibly gotten himself lost for a time in the rainforest. Stanley may even have missed them and gone too far north.
There was a working Medusa in California. Maybe Stanley had gone back for it? It would be a tactical advantage, but the delay isnāt something Stanley would accept under any circumstance unless he knew where they were but couldnāt approach for some reason. Xeno didnāt like that thought much better than Stanley and his crew being shipwrecked without a working radio.
As the months passed, there really wasnāt anything Senku and his group could do but continue on with their plans. The original plans, from before they kidnapped Xeno. Mining operations were started, locals were revived, and while they were on guard in case Stanley attacked them the focus slowly shifted to their Alloy City project. Even Xenoās focus shifted. It didnāt happen quickly, but the process had begun all the way back when Gen handed Xeno a knife so he could learn how to collect the sap from rubber trees.
Senkuās disinterest in politics reveled itself to Xeno in momentary flashes before the epiphany finally washed over him 127 days into Xenoās captivity. Senku hadnāt been dismissing his logic or challenging his reasoning back in 2018, heād been dismissing the topic as uninteresting and expressing that he had no natural aptitude nor interest in politics. Senku still didnāt. That wouldnāt make any sense if he was the leader of a nation, but Senku was not the leader of a nation. Gen hadnāt lied, heād merely twisted things to give Xeno what he wanted to hear after Xeno disregarded his more honest initial answers as too vague. They really werenāt pirates, colonists, raiders, or conquerors. They really were just explorers who interpreted the corn in the river as a distress signal. Roppongi Hills, Ishigami Village, Soyuz Island, and Neo Sacramento (Senkuās ridiculous āCorn Cityā was merely the projectās name, Xeno would not accept such silliness and doubted Brody had either,) were city-states that supported the Kingdom of Science.
The Kingdom of Science was not a government, it was a think tank. Senku was already living the dream of unlimited and unrestricted scientific inquiry that Xeno had planned to achieve by the end of ten years in White Castle. Senku wasnāt distracted by the day to day operation of his country, he had others to handle the mundane operations of establishing laws, minting currency, the organization of labor, and management of property. He was free to travel and had only bothered to secure the authority to carry out his plan to confront āWhymanā about the global petrification. Gen was the one dealing with the politics related to the think tank: a diplomat and people manager that despite the language barrier was a deft hand at organizing the newly revived locals without a single whiff of friction.
Humanity had a common, almost certainly alien, enemy and Xeno had been too caught up in his own head to fully conceptualize the implications. It wasnāt just that the existing national borders were gone and there was a power vacuum for someone like Xeno to fill, there was a common goal to unify humanity that could be exploited. If heād welcomed Senku and his people with open arms heād be sitting in his castle right now, a king in his domain, with enough manpower to expand their reach up and down the western seaboard and begin international trade across the Pacific. If he took Senku up on an offer to come with him to set up the alloy processing here in Brazil his people would be installing a vassal government with outposts all along the coasts and possibly a colony in Panama with the goal of rebuilding the canal. Senku didnāt give a single shit if Xeno became the Supreme Ruler of the Americas, he didnāt care who ran the local government anywhere so long as they acknowledged the danger of another global petrification and supported the mission. Those too selfish to trade fairly and those who would halt progress were his enemies, and while heād lost some battles heād never lost a war.
This think tank of Senkuās solved problems and worked to create or restore patches of civilization, but didnāt plan to rule over any territory directly. The stories Xeno was told of Ibara and the Empire of Might were⦠Well, he was proud of his student, but the boy had certainly been through more than Xeno had assumed. Far more than Xeno had experienced in the relatively quiet and uneventful years heād spent building his castle in a peaceful and abundant valley. Six months of isolation and spotty nutrition and no guarantee of ever seeing another human was a torture Xeno wasnāt sure he would have survived. Eventually the cliffs overlooking the sea would have started to look like a fair option, if Stanley had remained a statue. Xeno had been certain the statues that didnāt wake from nitric acid alone were brain dead, and Senku had not. That was likely the deciding factor that kept Senku going. He looked around and saw people he could save, people who would be grateful enough to help him, if only he could figure out how to wake them up. Xeno had seen only corpses.
Getting caught up with their interpersonal history on the trail they blazed through the Andes had been silly vapid gossip, but the two wars Senku fought and won were much more interesting to learn about during the time they spent building the fort. Gen downplayed his own utility, making it sound like heād just been nearby while the others did the real work, but Senku wouldnāt have it. The young scientist explained how the demoralizing propaganda attack using Lilianās song was Genās idea and went into detail about all the ways the mentalist assisted in the creation of the radio, tank, ship, scuba gear, and even a drone! Gen had been the only modern person around Senku for the best part of a year, providing moral support alongside strong and nimble fingers and solid people management skills. After that long slow war, Gen had been the one running one of the three Japanese city-states with Ukyo while Senku, Ryusui, Kohaku, and Chrome found the oil and other resources they needed to build the Perseus.
About three-quarters of the way though Senkuās corrections Xeno realized exactly why Luna couldnāt get Senku to take an interest in her. Xeno often saw himself in Senku, but this was more uncomfortable than usual. A young queer autistic person who was too busy with his hobbies to realize he was in love. Perhaps two of them, given how Mr. Asagiri seemed to hate shoes and walk around with t-rex arms, and always fidgeting with the things he kept up his sleeves! There was no doubt that if Gen was masking the masks would be nearly flawless, so it was impossible to tell if it was autism or just quirks with other explanations. The āfive generalsā as Kohaku called them were all frightfully intelligent and highly skilled in their respective fields.
Xeno could excuse Senkuās blindness to his own infatuation more than what Xeno had gone through as a teenager, given the life and death stakes Senku had when Xeno was merely consumed by university classes and science experiments. Stanley had been the one to tell him they were dating, with the implication that they had been for quite some time and not that he was asking to start. In his more charitable moments he imagined telling Senku he should just kiss Gen, make it clear his platonic roommate would surely welcome the additional affection without becoming a productivity-tanking distraction, but more often he felt so bitter about being separated from Stanley that holding the secret of their mutual pining from the oblivious young men felt like a tiny taste of revenge.
It was exciting to have such rare minerals at his fingertips. Ever since Panama Xeno hadnāt really been treated like a hostage, and Xeno himself hadnāt felt like an outsider since the mountain pass and his short chat with Hyoga. Sure they tied him up when Stanley drew near, and heād been a bit less helpful than he might have been early on, but just as often couldnāt help himself but participate. He liked this. It was fun. It was all the best parts of science with none of the paperwork or regulations. He made the nickel refiner in the shape of a skull and crossbones and the only people to seem uncomfortable with the design were Luna, Carlos, and Max. Kaseki praised his artistry! Suika - the freshly thirteen-year-old girl - said making it look scary was good because the gasses inside were toxic and needed to be carefully handled. Senku didnāt care much for aesthetics one way or the other, but thanked him for helping by giving him control over the coffee beans. As performance based bonuses went, the establishment of Xenobucks Coffee was wonderful.
The heat and humidity of living in Brazil was balanced by the joy of coffee and abundant fruit. He deliberately stopped asking what protein was in the meals before he ate them, putting the adventurous eating habits of Senkuās people down to cultural differences. He got into the habit of asking Francois what last nightās dinner was instead, so he could force his own ideas of what was acceptable food to expand to fit the currently available food supply. Theyād gotten cattle so quickly in California, but even though they caught some pigs recently, any meat he was served was going to be more exotic than he was used to most of the time.
Things were stable. He was impatiently waiting for Stanley to come, and he had half a mind to ruin Stanleyās fun by telling him to stand down and admit defeat as soon as he saw him. Then, Xeno made a minor error while looking in the medicine cabinet.
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*Turns around, opening a cabinet and shuffling through a few files before pulling one out, turning around, and handing you one with your name on it.*
I think Iāve got most of the details right, other than points that donāt exactly pop in conversation like your blood type, if you could make a note of that, that would be great, but otherwise Iād really appreciate it if you could review that all the information Iāve gathered is completely correct.
every time im down i think of your solkat and i immediately feel better . you perfectly encapsulate their silliness... and then they kiss too.. its so good i love your art
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