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…Moving…
What with the new messaging rules concerning group blogs(Which FSG unfortunately is. It tied my old and current accounts together.) , I was forced to create a new catch-all/personal blog. ‘Lost in a box of broken dreams’ is my new primary blog replacing Fucksshegives. I cannot make FSG a single blog again apparently. *sad sigh*
If you are interested in continuing to follow me, this is my new primary blog.
Library books art hack by @danarune on Twitter
Future reference.
Father/Daughter Halloween Costume
FireAlpaca is now COMPLETELY a Paint Tool SAI alternative!
BITMAP WATERCOLOR BRUSHES, Y’ALL!!! Want to make some SAI brushes in FireAlpaca? Check out THIS handy Guide!
Want to make this brush? Just make a perfect circle and save it (I call mine “round”) and use it as the bitmap, and copy the settings above. It works pretty nicely :D
aHHHH HOLY SHIT WHEN DID THIS POST START TRENDING?!
UM, WHILE I’M HERE:
Here is where you can download FireAlpaca (it is completely free software)
*If English is not your native language, you can download it in other languages.
Please download from the official FireAlpaca websites, because a friend of mine simply googled FireAlpaca and downloaded from some random site, and she got malware! So PLEASE be careful.
FireAlpaca has a suggestion/bug reporting box on their site so you can request features, or let them know if you’re having any issues! Also FireAlpaca works fantastically on Mac computers! (though I will say the only time FA has crashed on me is when I used a Mac, so PLEASE save your work often)
Also, please visit these tumblrs if you do get into using FireAlpaca:
@everythingfirealpaca @fpacatuto
for anyone who wants an alt to Sai. :O
@valynara ! Hey remember when i told you fire alpaca was a good alternative? Check it out its great for mac!
This is awesome. And it’s free!
For future reference when I finally get another computer. *sighs*
gonna rework that one into a full fan-skin I am so disappointed by her official Halloween skin, I hope she gets a second one next year
Loki: Sorry I’m late, I was busy doing things.
*Thor walks into the room looking noticeably disheveled*
Thor: He pushed me down the fucking stairs!
Someone: Are you a boy or a girl?
Loki: I’m a trickster
Someone: I mean what’s your gender?
Loki: Mischief
Someone: No like, what’s in your pants?
Loki: Chaos
THEY’RE NOT THE SAME THING!
…I don’t know why this is making me laugh so much but I can’t stop.
I mean...true.
Once my little brother asked if a spider was poisonous. He was told that it was not poisonous so he proceeded to play with the spider. ...it bit him, obviously. He freaked out and accused me of lying.
I informed him that I did not lie. That it was not poisonus but that it was most certainly venomous.
He was not amused. ...I was. XD
Background, the spider hurt him but it wasn't lethal and the bite was just irritated for a bit. I did not try to kill my brother with a spider.
New Pixie and Brutus comic @pet_foolery
Izalna Nox
I apologize ahead of time. Haven't figured out how to hide posts behind cuts on mobile yet. :x
(So my Crim and I were recently invited to a D&D campaign. Our DM has played for years but this is his first ever DM experience. It's a bit of a trip because...other than our DM...and myself. No one else has ever played. And I...I haven't played since like...2005? I 'think' it was 3e or 3.5e...I played a Shadow Born. So I'm super rusty. He's running a loose campaign to get everyone acquainted. It's been one hell of a ride so far.
That being said, I wish to make a quick *public knowledge* introduction of my new child. I have made a few quick sketches in break at work on whatever I could get my hands on but no actual art...yet. So keep that in mind before you tear me apart. Lol! I will include descriptions to help give a better picture for the time being.
...and feel free to ask questions if you are interested. I will be delighted to answer. I have already fallen in love again. Q.Q)
Without further ado, Izalna Nox!
Race: Tiefling
Class: Rogue; Arcane Trickster
Age: Unknown
《《Short "known" Background.》》
Izalna is young but she isn't sure of her exact age. She cannot remember her life before being discovered by the Carnival. When she was found, the troop informed her that she could travel with them if she earned her keep. Because of this, she eventually learned to captivate audiences through magician's tricks, music, and dance. She also learned to pick up a little extra coin on the side...from the pockets of the oblivious and starry-eyed fools that frequented the stalls and shows of the Carnival. (While she usually sticks to stealing from scumbags, she doesn't have much of an issue stealing from the innocent if the need arises.) In time, she garnered enough for herself to set out on her own to explore new places and meet new peoples. ...and maybe, in the meantime, she can learn something of her past. This particular point of interest isn't a huge priority of hers though, just a curiosity. As far as Izalna is concerned, her life truly began upon waking to the sounds and scents of the Carnival.
《《A couple Interesting facts》》
Izalna garnered a religion that considers her it's Goddess. The name of said religion has yet to be revealed. (She was reluctant to allow this to stand but couldn't shake their resolve. She has resigned herself to it.) Her subjects are Mice. The High Priest travels with her on her adventures and does everything he can to please his "Goddess". In return, Izalna makes certain her 'friends' are fed and as happy as she can make them. She refuses to call them her subjects or worshipers. (Result of Carousing)
**DM had me design her religion's symbols.**
(Right) The "crucifix" worn around their tiny necks. (Left)Emblazoned on robes and crests.
Izalna won a "Fiddle of Shadows" in a musical competition with a Devil. (Carousing as well.)
( I suspect my lovely DM may have altered the results for both to make it more interesting for Izalna.)
《《Appearance》》
Armor: Teal stained leather armor corset (*similarities in design* to above image) with accompanying darker teal belted shoulder pads. Over black oiled leather leggings. Black oiled leather arm sleeves from two inches past the wrist to a few inches before her shoulders. Off-white belts bind her waist and the ends of her sleeves. Sleeveless off-white (black filigree designs around the bottom) 3/4 length leather jacket(Armor and shoulder padding sits atop this.) that splits in the back to allow room for her tail. Tool pouches/weapons belt are teal. Black leather boots. Thin off-white and black fingerless gloves.
Skin: A light grey with light purplish blushing.
Build: 4'6" Slight. (She's Teeniney! :D)
Nails/Claws: Dark ash in color.
Wings: Are darker skin tones. Dark grey and almost black at the joints. The membrane is darker blush purple. The joints and tips are spiked. (Can be used for defense in a pinch.)
Tail: 3'4". Thick at the base tapering to a nasty point. Smooth about 2/3rds of the way down then has tiny spines emerging that lead down to the spike (Ash in color) at the end. (Used more frequently for combat if needed.)
Hair: Ash colored with black low-lights and white high-lights. (Think a dark salt and pepper) Curls up at the ends. About mid back at its longest point.
Eyes: Teal colored, no pupils.
Horns: Emerge from around her temples and sweep back and up behind her head. Each split midway into two. White in color. The left horn is pierced through with three rings. A black one (largest), Silver one (medium), and gold one (smallest).
Tattoos: Goliath on right ass cheek. (result of carousing.) Tiny delicate filigree tattoo starting on right temple trailing half way down her cheek.
《《Makeup》》
Bruised purple colored lips(Eggplant). Dark gray and purple smokey eye.
Today I learned
Free Audiobooks and Ebooks on OVERDRIVE.
Free Graphic Novels (DC, Marvel, Image, etc), Music, TV shows, and music on HOOPLA.
Free music that you can KEEP on FREEGAL
You are PAYING for all this with your tax money - USE THEM. Most likely systems will have all 3 or 2 out of 3, so if you aren’t sure call your local library’s reference/information desk and how you can get set-up or started.
Hey, highkey from a library worker:
Overdrive has a new mobile app called LIBBY I find it easier to use. It’s the same content as Overdrive just better for mobile. Overdrive and Libby both let you send items to your kindle as well.
That was a long 12 years for Wormtail.
Can you imagine how differently their lives would’ve gone if Ron, in trying to transfigure Scabbers, had actually transfigured him back into a human? Just take a moment to imagine McGonagall’s reaction if Peter Pettigrew had abruptly appeared in her classroom from Ronald Weasley’s rat. Take a moment.
Or if Ron had fucked it up a little worse and couldn’t get ‘Scabbers’ back and McGonagall had take him to disenchant him and next thing we know there’s a naked Peter Pettigrew sitting on McGonagall’s desk and the kids in that class learn six new swear words, a hex they will never dare to use, and a fear of Minerva McGonagall’s wrath that will be with them until the day they die.
Ten and twenty years later first years are being pulled aside and warned never mess around in Transfiguration seriously the last time a kid mucked something up in that class Professor McGonagall used two semi-legal hexes, took down a Death Eater and sabotaged the rise of the Dark Lord before Potter had time to get his wand out.
What most of Hogwarts learned first on that otherwise-unexceptionable day was that Professor McGonagall could sure scream loud.
Professor Flitwick’s Charms 5th-year Charms class was close enough to catch the full effect, and the door had been left open besides; en masse the students recoiled with shock and a miscast Hiccuping Charm broke one of the windows (out which the entire flock of ravens they were practicing on escaped to the Forbidden Forest where they only had to worry about centaurs, rather than annoying young humans with wands).
Up in the Divination Tower, Sibyl Trelawny preened over her foresight to have warned her students of an unprecedented catastrophe likely to occur before the hour was out.
Out in Greenhouse Five, a NEWT-level Herbology class looked up in puzzlement, and most of them were subsequently bitten by the Venomous Tentaculae they were attempting to propagate. It does not do to ignore a Venomous Tentacula when you’re prodding at its intimate parts with a cotton ball held in tweezers, so the class was cancelled while two-thirds of the students headed for the infirmary and the rest of them headed into the castle because if they stayed with the Venomous Tentaculae they’d be outnumbered, and nobody wants that.
And down in the dungeons, Professor Snape turned away from comparing Lee Jordan’s Pepper-Up Potion to spoiled cream at what sounded like a woman screaming from the entrance hall. At the second scream, he ordered the class to remain where they were and behave, sweeping out of the room just in time to miss Theodore Nott suddenly jumping up and yelping as if someone had put a crocodile heart down the back of his robes.
Fred Weasley stepped back from the unfortunate Slytherin, shared a smirk with his twin, and stuck his head out the door to make sure Snape had rounded the corner before leading the way out of the classroom.
-
Back in the Transfiguration classroom, about four minutes ago, it had started innocently enough. Ron Weasley, possessed of a broken wand and a lurking suspicion that most of the family’s magical talent had been soaked up by his siblings before he was around to get any, had attempted to turn his pet rat, Scabbers, into a teacup.
Scabbers had not become a teacup.
Scabbers, blast his useless furry little backside, had become a furry, vaguely teacup-shaped monstrosity out of which absolutely no one would have been tempted to drink, and to make matters worse, he still had a tail.
It was moving.
Harry was hiding a smile behind his hand. Dean and Seamus weren’t even trying to hide, elbowing each other and laughing. Parvati and Lavender were looking with disgust and horror at either Scabbers or him, and Hermione was opening her mouth, no doubt ready to tell him exactly what he’d done wrong.
Which only made it worse that he really thought he’d done everything right this time.
He snatched Scabbers off the desk (eww, the base of the cup had the same texture as rat feet) and turned away from Hermione. He made the wand movement again, picturing in his mind the way McGonagall had demonstrated it. “Erreverto.”
“Erreverto. Erreverto. Erreverto.”
It didn’t work. It didn’t work when Professor McGonagall stopped by and gave Hermione two points for Gryffindor for getting the spell perfect in both directions. It didn’t work when Harry made his successful transfiguration (Ron looked; the pattern was a little bit furry but it was definitely a teacup). Ron’s lips formed the shape of a word that would’ve made his mother box his ears had she heard it and attempted the reverse transfiguration, which didn’t work either.
Finally, faced not only with the indignity of failure but the threat of Scabbers being stuck like that, he’d gone up to Professor McGonagall’s desk.
“Um, Professor?”
Professor McGonagall looked up from the paper she was grading and looked from him to the squirming teacup. “Problems, Mr. Weasley?”
“Um, yeah, Professor. I can’t get it to work in either direction and it’s not fair to Scabbers to make him stay as a teacup just because I can’t do a spell right and can you maybe … ?”
“I suppose so, Mr. Weasley,” she said, and waved her wand in the exact manner Ron had been doing all along.
Nothing happened.
Professor McGonagall looked very, very puzzled.
“Now that’s odd,” she said softly.
As one, the other students rose from their seats and quietly moved closer.
She did not attempt the transfiguration in the other direction. Instead, she made a complex motion with her wand and murmured an incantation that possibly only Hermione recognized. The teacup squeaked. Professor McGonagall looked more puzzled than ever, and made a sweeping wand movement that ended with a sharp jab and uttered, “Arcanum finite!”
And there was a loud bang, and there was a pale, pudgy, and very naked man sprawled out on her desk, and she jumped back hard enough to knock her chair into the wall and screamed.
-
Having taught a particularly rigorous course of magical study to children and teens for quite some time now, Minerva McGonagall had become accustomed to certain things. Students who didn’t listen. Students who did rude things to the mice when they thought she wasn’t looking. Students who accidentally turned a frog or a raven into a flock of starlings or a school of strange slimy South American fish (and tried to solve the immediate problem by filling the classroom with two feet of water, neglecting to consider the gap under the door). Students who tried to transfigure their noses into a more appealing shape and wound up in the hospital wing regrowing their nostrils.
Naked men on her desk was something Minerva McGonagall had never had an occasion to get used to. What made it worse was that she recognized this one, and he’d been dead for more than a decade.
Inferius! was her first thought, followed shortly thereafter by Animagus, which collided with Peter Pettigrew! and produced the utterly horrifying thought of what if all four of them were Animagi? which didn’t bear thinking about at all, so her brain jumped to if he wasn’t killed by a Dark Wizard then why didn’t he say so? and realized there was only one possible explanation why, and about that time her eyes registered that parts of Peter Pettigrew she really doesn’t want to know about were flopping about in front of her face, and she was screaming as she jumped back.
The flow of invective which followed somehow failed to surprise her one bit. Some part of her registered, peripherally, the shocked faces of her students, but most of her attention was directed at Peter Pettigrew, who at very least faked his own death and at worst framed Sirius Black and if Black didn’t betray the Potters then who … did. And the words poured out of her, filthy English and filthier Latin while Pettigrew squirmed on the table, his face rage and guilt and fear and something shifty and contemptible, and he turned to look at the stunned students and lunged for Ron Weasley’s wand.
-
Severus Snape had reached the Entrance Hall by the time the scream died away and the invective replaced it. He almost smirked, amid the alarm; of all the things he’d never expected to hear from Minerva McGonagall … he took the stairs two at a time, still not noticing the students who followed.
He did notice the Herbology class, which had stopped on the way to the Infirmary and were staring transfixed in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, but pushed his way through them, getting Venomous Tentacula pollen all over his robes in the process.
From the other end of the corridor came Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, with Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear and pushing his way between students.
-
Ron looked stunned as the man who’d been his pet rat snatched the wand from his hand; Professor McGonagal’s expression shifted to one beyond fury and when the entire class recoiled, it wasn’t from the naked man with the wand.
“Laedo!“ Minerva McGonagall roared.
-
Ron Weasley’s wand cast a Splintering Curse many years beyond its rightful owner’s abilities, and it did Peter Pettigrew the poor favor of eliminating the door, which might have slowed him down a bit.
-
Severus Snape flailed and skidded to a halt as the Transfiguration classroom’s door shattered. He stepped back just in time, and stared, jaw dropped in shock, as a naked man he recognized from his school days flew past him and bellyflopped against the wall, bounced, and collapsed to the ground just in time to avoid the “Exitium!” which followed and vaporized an impresive chunk of the castle’s stone wall.
Fred and George and Lee Jordan, determined to stay at the front of the crowd, had been pushed almost against Professor Snape by their fellow Potions classmates and some pollen-coated Hufflepuffs. Fred squirmed aside hastily as Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, the look on her face so utterly livid that Professors Snape and Flitwick both reflexively stepped back.
Snape tripped over George’s foot and fell against a knot of Hufflepuffs, releasing another cloud of pollen and knocking them backwards. Pettigrew saw his opportunity and took it, scrambling to his feet, stumbling sideways, and launching himself towards the gap.
And Minerva McGonagall made a thrust with her wand and said, “Perdo.”
In the very loud silence which followed, Filius Flitwick squeaked, “The Splinching Charm, Minerva?”
She might’ve looked embarrassed for a moment, and then she smiled as she looked down at Pettigrew, who lay on his belly, his arms and legs lying akimbo some distance away.
“Unorthodox,” she said, “but useful in a pinch. If someone would inform the Headmaster, and send an owl to the Ministry—-not Fudge, not Crouch, someone competent—-Shacklebolt, perhaps. Students, return to your classrooms, please. Mr. Weasley, I’m very sorry, but I do believe it’s impossible to return you your rat. However, the zero I was going to have to give you for the day’s work is entirely undeserved, as you were not transfiguring a normal rat. You may make the lesson up any time this week.”
-
The story was, of course, much embellished by the time it reached all the students. Versions of it had the intruder peppering Snape with a Glitter Hex or transfiguring Ron’s rat into a pair of boxers, and people had to be disabused of the notion that it had been Voldemort who’d been hiding as a rat all this time.
Snape gave both Weasley twins detention for tripping him, and took forty-seven points total from Gryffindor over the next few weeks for various pretend-subtle pollen references.
Kingsley Shacklebolt showed up with a team of Aurors in time to meet Professor Dumbledore; the Wizengamot launched an investigation into the events surrounding the Potters’ murder; the results turned into a scandal which saw the release of Sirius Black and the forced resignation of both Director Bartemious Crouch and Minister Cornelius Fudge. Director of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones was confirmed as Minister of Magic shortly thereafte, and the Daily Prophet reported that Sirius Black (“Godfather to the Boy-Who-Lived!” “Framed, Abandoned, Condemned to Living Hell!” “Heart-Wrenching: His Release In Pictures, Page 17!”) was considering applying for a teaching position at Hogwarts, “but just for a year, I’ve been cursed enough for one lifetime.” (“The Prophet reminds its readers that the so-called “curse” on a certain Hogwarts teaching position is almost certainly a mere string of coincidences.”)
And, Minerva thought with relish some months later, it was almost three weeks before anyone attempted messing around in her class.
A personal record.
I’ve probably reblogged this before but I’m going to do it again right now
I think this is literally the best au this entire fandom has produced
I’ve only seen this legendary bit of writing in memes and screenshots. I feel so blessed to see it in person.
Always reblog
I wish there was a subscription offer or something for Tumblr that would get rid of all these damn ads. I miss being able to scroll forever and just see people and tags I love. :/
Giveaway
i feel like doing a giveaway!
3 people who reblog this post will receive a ref sheet of any character of their choosing
Rules:
Giveaway ends on the 1st of November
You must be following me
Reblogs only
Multiple reblogs are counted as separate entries
Winners will be contacted over tumblr IM or an ask but I’ll have to redraw a name if I don’t get a response within 48 hours
Will draw:
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This is to get new followers as well as reward my current ones, good luck guys!!
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hey ao3 can you like give the extra $38k you made from this month’s funds drive to charity
You know it legally is a charity, right?
If x charity aims for £10, but gets £15, would you expect then to give back the extra five or give it then to another charity? No. Any extra costs go into the “rainy day” fund; sometimes servers crash or break, sometimes false reports are made that require the legal team, sometimes you need to hire coders or what not to implement new features or fix bugs or deal with broken code …
The money they aimed for is the bare minimum, which goes towards things like basic server costs and domain names and legal advice and so forth, but they don’t just “pocket” the rest (as people claim). It’s not a business. It has no advertisements. It needs some “rainy day” cash to function.
You can’t ask a charity to give money to another charity.
It needs what it gets to function and improve.
kiena-tesedale replied to this post
They don’t “pocket” excess money. They have a publicly accessible budget - waaaay more info than most charities, in fact. In it, you can clearly see where each dollar goes. (Also, you are vastly underestimating either how much traffic AO3 gets or how much servers/hosting costs.)
In my experience, people who don’t work in web design and hosting just have no concept of how heavy a load something like AO3 would have. Not only is the traffic absolutely buck wild, but the quantity of data that archive needs to store is fuckoff crazy. I’m talking “more than the library of congress” crazy. The only reason it doesn’t require Netflix levels of data serving is that it’s text based rather than video.
AO3 is in the top 300 websites in the world, and the top 100 in the US. It is the number 2 literature website.
Number 2 in the entire world. JSTOR is 20.
It sees about 6 million people a day. About 250k an hour. Each of those people is loading multiple pages, many are running searches that execute on literally hundreds of potential variables per search. The demands involved are astronomical.
JSTOR, btw, makes 85 million dollars a year.
It’s 18 ranks below AO3′s traffic, and takes in 650 times the amount of money.
But let’s say you think that’s an unfair comparison. Would you say that the Project Gutenberg Literature Archival Group- another text based archive that handles literature operating outside traditional copyright requirements- is more similar?
Because it sees all of 4% of the traffic that AO3 handles.
Care to guess its budget?
Double that of AO3.
AO3 is doing shit on the kind of shoestring budget that I fully, 100% cannot comprehend. And that’s just the archival service.
The 130k also pays for the OTW’s legal team, which they use to defend the right of fandom to fucking exist.
It’s absolutely batshit fucked up that people are fighting to have the OTW defunded and AO3 shut down. They are the only organized group that actually stands directly between fandom- all the art and the fics and the vids and the music and the chats and the memes and everything we love about interactive, transformative work- and an incalculable amount of lawsuits.
The number of people on this blue hellsite who apparently do not understand how nonprofits work is mind-boggling (pro tip: by definition, THEY DON’T MAKE A PROFIT), as is the number of people with no idea about the cost of running something that gets that much traffic.
