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And so this is Craftmas.......

#askenderbro #askwaif #askmisszion #asktheminecraftbaker #askendermanadventurer #askcreativemode #ask-tam-and-vector #HappyHolidays!#Ránion #Eldasilquë

[[Hey, dude! Quick question! How is FireAlpaca when it comes to making comics? I'm making a couple now and my current programs are too clunky for me to keep trying to work with, so I'm looking around for some tips on better programs. :D ]]

FireAlpaca is super duper rad, and it’s pretty easy to use for making comics! Either FireAlpaca or Medibang Paint Pro (Both programs are free, and essentially they’re funcitonally similar, Medibang Paint Pro just has additional cloud-saving features and the ability to use textures, while FireAlpaca has an onion-skinning feature for animations).

Considering both are free it’s definitely worth checking them both out and seeing which one sings out to you more!

Making comic panels is super easy though. When you’re in either program, click on the “Layers” tab on the top, and select “Add Panel Material”. Choose a width for your border and it’ll be applied across the whole image as one border. After this, you can use the Divide tool (Left side, just above the eyedropper) to split the border into panels - It’s locked to vertical and horizontal axes by default, but holding shift lets you slice panels at an angle.

If you feel like the gaps between panels are too big, the Operation tool (A mouse cursor arrow, just above the Divide tool) lets you adjust each panel to your heart’s content!

#Chaz gushes about FireAlpaca #askmisszion

Did Julien for Ivory Corset’s Fighting Game AU. Also did an opponent version to Zion and Alex.

#Julien Pierston #AskTheIvoryCorset #AskKevinAndAlex #AskMissZion #Zion #Alex #Julien #Art #Fighting Game AU #Minecraft #Mine #Craft #Minecraft AU #VS Screen #Loading Screen #Hunter

((Also! Oooone last doodle that I had the huge urge of doing just because

askmisszion‘s Maenam and my own Mercurio after some random convo that they could have had, and being a free spirit kind of guy, he’s taking a few liberties (or risks) by lightly teasing Maenam about some of the smaller things. ovo””

“How fascinating it must be to sit! If only I could what I cannot do, but that would mean I’d have to walk like you legged beings, too!”

sue me))

#modlotl talks #askmisszion #satumitsumi #Mercurio #after seeing that pic with them walking in the gardens and chatting made me do this I'm so sorryyyyyy #but I'm not so sorryyyyyyyy #ART

Far From Home: Chapter 9

#farfromhome #far from home #AskSummonerApprentice #askmisszion

So, I got second place in askmisszion's 3 year anniversary giveaway and won this lill' cutie! I don't think I got the colors quite right, but I think it was a good first draw of the character. I haven't come up with a name yet, or decided on a gender (tho I think I'm going to go with agender) and I'm working on the backstory to incorporate into Mick and Ivan's story. ^ - ^

#askthesenecas #askmisszion #new character whooooo #^ v ^

Far From Home: Chapter 7

"No good. The Hoe of Growth doesn't seem to have any effect on it." "Mm. Thought as much." Baker held the silverwood sapling in her hand; they had been bested by the stubborn little sprout. "Thanks anyway, Yule. We tried our best." He nodded and made his way back to the mainland, leaving Baker to her business. The two of them had been making sense of the Thauminomicon, learning what they can through studies, but there was only so much they could do with just research alone. Putting it to practice was a whole other game, and with the land so barren of Vis, it was unlikely they would make any headway unless they took these practices a great distance in either direction of the base. Which left Baker the sapling that wouldn't grow. The days were quiet overall, Jack was the next to appear, but Baker wasn't in a mood to have visitors; she worried about Hawk, about the strain he was under. Was it just the Twilight Forest, or was it the realm itself that seemed to fatigue him? /It must be hard to cram something so complicated into these simple bodies./ Baker mused to herself. His world sounded fascinating and intricate, even more so for as complicated as this realm seemed to be. What would she be like in a realm like his? He talked about how everything wasn't made of blocks. Would she still be blocky? Would she take a shape similar to what Hawk is familiar with? /I would still have a head as big as a pumpkin./ That much she believed at least. She had a finished house with no one to live in it with; it seemed like just as she called it complete, Hawk disappeared. Jack didn't stick around for very long at the base, which left Baker to find any odd jobs to do in the meantime. She redecorated the bathroom, taking brick and stone from the Twilight's Labyrinths, and that was an affair she decided was best never to attempt again. She and Iksha had attempted to brave the lower structure of the maze, only to find the place full of nasty surprises. Bugs that clamped down on and toss the victim around like a ragdoll, bugs that smothered enemies in slime, or in flame, and worst of all, the minotaurs. Needless to say, the two of them hightailed out of it fast. There was still plenty of brick to take from the opening at the surface, and Baker didn't have to bother the nasties down below. It made a pretty bathroom, but she questioned the worth of struggle to go through all of the hassle to decorate one room of her house, as the stone seemed almost impervious to pick. Baker left more tired than she ever intended to be. --- Baker was sitting in the basement, listening to the hum of the machines idly as they processed the honeycombs she had been taking care of while Hawk was away. It was something of a pattern now. Wake up, tend to the crops, tend to the bees, make herself something to eat, find something to do. Jack had been busy in the mines most of the time or running around doing...something Baker wasn't sure of, but had gone quiet for a period now. But as if on cue, hurried footsteps were stomping down the stairs toward her. "Baker! Baker look at this!" Jack rounded the corner of the door with arms full of eggs and the biggest smile on his face. "What's up Jack?" He tossed an egg to the ground and out popped a baby chick, he was still rather excited about all of it. "Uh...yeah they do that sometimes." Baker smiled, remembering that Jack wasn't from this world, so all things considered probably everything was a new experience to him. "No no, that's not the best part. This is!" He put the remaining eggs down on the table, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small shimmering pouch. With a few pinches of a colorful dust, the baby chick disappeared in a puff of smoke and instead, there was a baby...something. Something black and white that waddled and made strange noises.

Baker's eyes grew wide and her mouth twitched into a grin. Whatever it was, it was adorable. Big flappy wing things, big round eyes, it waddled all over the place. "It's a penguin! We have them at home, but I found this special powder in the twilight that turns chickens into them!" "It's adorable! What do they eat? How do they live? Do they need anything special?" Baker picked up this penguin and nuzzled it's smooth feathers in her arms. "They live in cold climates and eat fish. We can make a cold place for them to live!" "Yes! Right away-I don't want it to get sick! Um-uh-" Baker looked around, desperately trying to make sense of the situation. "We'll dig out a room on the other side of the stairwell and fill it with ice and snow! There's a snowy biome on the other side of the sea. It's a bit of a ride, c'mon Jack, I'll need your help." Baker gave Jack the penguin to hold as she dug through chests to find the materials she'd need. "If you need some shovels, I have two diamonds we can spare." He motioned to one of the chests perched next to Hawk's bed, and Baker found two pristine diamonds. It was a shame to waste them on shovels, but it would save them a lot of trouble only having to bring two that would last versus 10 made out of stone that would break so easily. --- The base disappeared on the horizon as Jack and Baker sailed in the direction of the frozen biome. She had taken the time to travel around the base in search of an area rich in Vis for the silverwood as that was one of her 'things to do to keep busy' for a day. Unfortunately the distance was much too far to travel on a daily basis. The boats touched ground on the frozen sandy beach; miles in each direction, everything was covered in snow. Jack put the baby penguin down and watched him run around in the cold white powder playfully. "He seems to like it." Jack beamed, watching the penguin like a mother watching it's child. "We'll have to dig up a lot, I don't want to come back for supplies if I don't have to." Baker handed him a shovel. "Before we lose the light of day." Jack smiled and promptly stamped the sharp end of the spade into the ground. The snow was easy to dig up, it came up in big clumps that Baker was able to pack into compact blocks with ease. Jack spent more time chasing the penguin, but Baker did not have the heart to discourage his fun time. She would get enough snow no problem before the sun set. Then she felt a smack to her back that ended with a slushy sound. When she turned, she saw Jack with snowballs in hand. Oh, it was on now, she smirked. Snowball after snowball they launched at each other, the penguin running in between the frozen artillery. Once Baker got a good throw in that hit Jack upside the forehead, knocking him to the ground, but when she ran over to check on him, she was bombarded with return fire. The two lay in the snow, staring up as the clouds gathered and the sun set; it was getting late, and they had enough of the frozen stuff to make the penguin a wonderful little home inside the base. --- "What about ice? I think they like slipping around on it too." Jack mused as he dug out a spot to the left of the stairwell. Baker was already on it, shoving blocks of snow into the compressor. "Got it covered, Jack." She picked up the shiny block of frozen water out of the machine with a grin. "This should keep the water cool enough for our penguin friend." When all was said and done, the place looked like the inside of a snowball, and was properly frigid to boot. In the center was a pond bordered in ice, and kept to a chilly temperature of 'decently cold'. The penguin seemed happy enough at least. Baker brushed off her hands and sat on the floor with a sigh. In the time it took her to mope around in the last few days, she and Jack had another addition to the house. "You're not cold?" Jack asked, pulling the cover on his shoulders close together. "Nah, I'm well insulated," She laughed and poked her doughy physique, "I like this temperature, it feels nice. If I had the choice, I might have lived in a snowy biome." Jack, though still kinda cold, sat down next to her with a smile. "Well I'm glad I cheered you up a lil' bit. You seemed kinda sad." "Wait really? Was it that bad?" Baker turned to him; it was so off the cuff-was she really as down as he thought she was? He just nodded with an apologetic smile. "Well shit, I thought I was doing a good job hiding that." Jack shook his head at the rather forced smile that looked back at him. It was evident that she was terrible at it. "I'm glad someone's been able to be friendly with him. I haven't seen that since Maisie." That name, she remembered that being a very somber subject, Hawk only talked about her briefly, and for every reason she understood why. How would she feel if one of her closest friends was taken from under her nose without so much as a fight to be put up against it? And then...gone. Baker curled her knees up to her chest. "It's not that I was avoiding you or anything, Jack. You just, kinda seemed to be busy with whatever and I kinda figured you didn't really need me tagging along being a giant mope." "Aww it's okay. I know you miss him. He's needed someone to be friendly with for a long time, and you managed to chip a hole big enough in his shell to get a smile out of him. That's pretty impressive." Jack laughed, getting up from the floor with an appropriate shiver. "I just thought you'd like something like this. They are kinda cute little buggers." Baker smiled. "They are. Thank you, Jack." He nodded and made his way out of the basement; Baker could faintly hear the front door close, as she turned to watch the penguin play around in the snow. --- It was late when she woke up, the little penguin was cuddled up in a corner and Baker was herself curled up into a ball next to him. By now she was definitely cold, but exhausted enough to fall asleep in the frigid little room. A consistent shiver she couldn't shake had set in; well that would teach her to fall asleep in the penguin's room again. Desperately rubbing her arms for warmth, she made her way back upstairs, the sounds of someone rummaging in the cabinets louder as she got closer to the ground floor. Jack must have come back for something but seeing Baker asleep, didn't want to disturb. 'I'd bring it back!' Baker mused the thought, not like she would have been mad about it. She rounded the top of the stairs, still trying to warm herself up, and was about to greet Jack once more but the words got caught in her throat; the familiar red cape was grey. That wasn't Jack. And of course, he turned around at that moment to meet her eye to eye. Great, just great. Not again. Baker broke the gaze that seemed to lock the two in awkward silence and cleared her throat. "G'mornin, Master." She greeted. "Evening." He motioned to the windows, it was clearly very late into the night, the moon was high and the stars bright. "Ah. Right. I had a bit of a nap." She shrugged. The smalltalk was struggling, what in the hells would she even be able to say to him? Part of her wanted to reprimand him for rummaging around in her kitchen, but she knew exactly where that conversation was going to go. It was not worth starting the argument. "Oh-Hawk left something for you. It's in the top shelf on the left." Baker motioned to the cabinets, Master turned and opened the cupboard to see a small brown satchel, which he opened and had a quick whiff of the contents. "Hmm. Coffee powder. Heh, smart boy." He smirked. "There's a brewing stand stashed up there if you wanted some." /I mean, I'm sure you would have used it anyway even if I hadn't-/ /NO. No we're not doing this. Stop it./ She bit her lip and attempted to force the smile once more. "Hmm. Thank you." She was unsure what else to say or do other than to stand by the stairwell and watch him concoct a couple of cups of coffee with the brewer. He handed her the other mug and sat down at the kitchen table without a second thought, and Baker stared at the drink in her hand. She took one sip and made the most undignified noise she could manage. How did people drink this?! Master chuckled. "Not a coffee person." He sipped the drink and sighed contently, much happier with it than she was. "Handy thing, his bee project." He set the mug down and watched Baker question what to do with the potent drink, though she didn't seem willing to sit down next to him, the awkward tension still hung heavy in the room. "You're scared of me?" Baker grimaced. "Hmph. That I'd be afraid of you-don't flatter yourself-" She shook her head and bit her lip in protest. "Ngh. No-no. I'm not doing this. I'm not." Master was mildly surprised at the tone she responded with, still defiant, still defensive. She was clearly not letting her guard down just yet. Baker sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter, staring into her coffee. There was no point in being hostile, at least without better reasoning.

"Did a decent job putting this place together," he remarked. Baker turned around from her experimenting to the compliment muttered between his sips of coffee. It was odd, he must have been grasping at straws for conversation as well for something so off the cuff. "...Thank you, sir." She smiled. Polite but still appreciative. It wasn't hard to miss the detail put into this place. Everything down to the molding and placement of furniture was a labor of passion and patience. "You were cold?" He asked, immediately changing the topic in the hopes the awkwardness didn't come back already. "Oh! Jack brought me back a penguin! Here I'll show you." Baker ushered him down the stairs, figuring she might as well show him the new additions to the place while she sipped at her much sweeter drink. When she stepped back into Hawk's room, it was there she noticed something off. For a second it was hard to pinpoint what it was exactly, until she spotted that something had changed about his bed. "What the..." It wasn't noticeable enough to drag her thoughts away from warming up before, but it was certainly staring her in the face now. The walls around his bed were donned with blocks of precious gems, and a long written piece. Master picked up the disruption almost immediately, and furrowed his brow. "Mmph. This is...new." He was definitely not pleased. "This wasn't here this morning, it must have happened when I was taking my nap. I...I don't know what to make of it." 'For I lay my spoils down at your feet, and offer my sword...' 'See I do pay attention to what you read' - Jack Baker and Master looked at each other with uncertainty, there was something about the whole thing that felt out of place. Like some kind of shrine or offering, or monument. For what little she knew of Jack, this felt really out of place, even for him. Did he pick it up too? This aura, the whole construct left some odd signature to it, invisible to the eye but made the hair on her arms stick up in attention. "What should we do? I think, I think this would just be bad news." Baker questioned, unsure of what to do. Master nodded. "Aye...Let's take it down." "Right." For a brief moment, agreement between the two. Whatever Jack was attempting to do, it was very clear that it would only widen the gap between him and Hawk. Baker was still uncertain though; Jack set this up for some reason he wanted to relay to Hawk, but having Master agree with her feelings was validating. At least she wouldn't be the only one in the wrong. The signs were pulled from the walls and the precious gem blocks put into a chest by the bed. "Mind me asking what's the deal with them?" Baker muttered between the task at hand. She hoped that his view of things were a bit clearer than her own. "Complicated. Figured you knew enough." Baker shook her head. "I got bits and pieces, but they're two very different view points. Hard to be impartial." She paused at the stack of signs in her hands, "Though I'm starting to see there's definitely pieces I'm missing to all of this." Master tossed the pick into the box with the gem blocks and dusted his hands. With Hawk's room put back together, the chill in the air was gone, and Baker rubbed her arms, brushing away the cool feeling, satisfied. "Manage well enough. Both have good things to say 'bout you. Even my brother." He smirked. Master was certainly trying to be hospitable, or at least not angry, though whatever bridge that was there between them was still smoldering from the original fire. "Whatever this was," he shook his head, "don't worry about it. Was for the best for both of them." Maybe this was more of the Master that she wasn't aware of. There was no malice in his intentions of removing the shrine, but more in line with protecting their best intentions. Maybe confronting Master wasn't so much an obstacle than it was a wall, a wall that Baker put up from the beginning. The mentality of putting up walls around her was familiar, off in a distant memory, protecting herself, hiding, fleeing. There was only so much to hiding, she supposed. The two of them made their way back upstairs, where Master rinsed the mugs in the sink and cracked his shoulder back into place. "Going to take a walk, clear my head. Work on the place near Aoi's." Baker nodded, unsure of how to say good-bye, but he was already turning for the door.

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