#(redux)

Theme [41]: Reducks by glenthemes

🐤 ── preview / code / guide / credits 。

｢ Reducks ｣ is a play on Redux, the former default Tumblr theme by Jacob Bijani back in the day; not to be confused with a redux edit .ᐟ

🐤 ─── theme features ‣

background: subtle plaid checkers pattern (1px–4px) with 4 customizable colors (or use your own background image)

sidebar: 170px–350px ⦿ left or right ⦿ auto sticky behavior

sidebar image: 10%–100% of sidebar width ⦿ custom text on hover ⦿ adjustable bottom gap

navlinks: up to 6 with icons and labels ⦿ 1–4 columns

description: custom desc, or use your existing blog desc

custom links: up to 8 ⦿ optional line animation on hover

searchbar: up to 5 custom search suggestions on dropdown

top title: custom title text ⦿ 16px–46px ⦿ more text on hover

posts: 300px–650px; 1 column only ⦿ legacy & NPF compatible ⦿ old or new captions ⦿ optional shortened timestamps ⦿ optional shortened note count ⦿ optional click-to-show tags ⦿ optional infinite scroll

outlines and shadows: adjustable offset, sizes, colors, transparency

misc: mobile theme support ⦿ wide tumblr controls bar only (with custom colors) ⦿ back-to-top button

🐤 ─── what the duck .ᐣ.ᐟ

ducks on posts: up to 8 images with adjustable widths ⦿ optional bobbing animation ⦿ optional waves decor for the ducks to float on 🌊!

duck as sidebar image: comes with art by daieny

ducks on custom links: custom image for each link

doesn't have to be ducks! all images can be changed

🐤 ── how to use and edit ‣

Please read the guide I put together! (◍’θ’◍)

THE VOID OF SPACE IS BECKONING FOR YOU ONCE MORE...

I CAN NOW POST THIS Scene from @redux-iterum, the well-deserved Fireboy Catharsis was real and I had to illustrate it

"He couldn’t even open his mouth to answer. Something near delirium was spinning his head around. Nothing seemed real save his mother’s voice.

“You can get it out here.” Goldenflower rested a huge paw between her son’s shoulders, adding softly, “Please talk to me, honeymouse.”

It was so hard to understand his surroundings now. Everything blurred and spiraled, and for a moment a small white shape stood in front of him, silent and rigid and leaking red. The weight of Goldenflower’s paw and the scent of motherhood were the only things connecting him to reality.

Deep in Firestar’s core, walled in by towers of guilt and anger and regret… something cracked. It started small, but rapidly widened into a fissure, racing through his body in a spiderweb pattern. His eyes began to burn, and his body began to shake.

Self-control broken in half, he leaned hard into his mother, buried his face in her fur, and croaked in a tiny voice, “I didn’t mean to kill him.”