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B'ig Nunh if he were in a bunny outfit and also in a maid outfit
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LITTLE CREATIONS !
— ‘Omgg if you're down and it spikes your creativity!! Could I request a Hobie little writing with a gn!reader who likes doodling on stick papers and sticking them on Hobie's guitar when he isn't looking? And one day he catches them red-handed? Just plain fluff tbh <33’
— hobie brown x gn!reader
— lots of fluff, just cute relationship stuff, some cutesy hc’s at the end too
— hobie knew where the mysterious stickers were coming from, but he just never wanted to stop it
— this is adorable oh my god. im such a sucker for cutesy relationship stuff. the creativity just flowed for this so well (directly reuploaded from my old acc @/hobieenthusiast)
Hobie was very attentive to the things he loved.
He was possessive over those things. You were a perfect example. Now that he has you, he never wants to let you go. His friends are another example. The Spider-people he’s grown to enjoy were something he would never trade.
His guitar was yet one more example of Hobie’s possessive nature.
He never truly allowed anyone to touch it. His instrument was what he used to make art. He’s had it since he was a young teen, the paint was chipping and many stickers he’s created or been gifted littered the body.
So he obviously noticed when new stickers started showing up.
The first creation he noticed was a small night sky, with star constellations being the focus. The constellations were Pleiades and Taurus, thought Hobie couldn’t name them off the top of his head. It was charmingly drawn, and stuck right underneath the strings.
He had his suspicions of you drawing it the first time he noticed it. He knew you liked to doodle in a small notebook, so you were his first thought.
The next one after that was a spiked butterfly. The butterfly had some out-of-the-lines green colouring, with spikes coming from the wings. It was a really nice drawing that Hobie appreciated, and was yet another sign it was drawn by you.
After that, he found some stickers of his favourite band logos, little star sketches, his logo as spider-man, and so many more. All those building up and covering the original colour and decal of the guitar.
Hobie didn’t mind the drawings. Actually, it was quite the opposite. He looked forward to seeing what you were gonna create next.
Whenever he’s over at your place, he’ll purposefully leave the room for a little to give you time to stick them. He notices your silly grin when he comes back, at his cluelessness when he takes his guitar home.
Little did you know.
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Hobie sat on your bed, strumming mindlessly on his guitar. You sat over at your desk as you sketched and doodled on some stick paper. Music played in the background softly, a mixture of your faves and Hobie’s as well.
Hobie sighs, placing his guitar at the end of the bed. “‘m gonna go grab a drink.”
You nod as he passes, ruffling your hair as he leaves the room. You glance over to see if he left before smiling softly, standing and walking to his guitar.
Carefully, you peel your doodles from the sticker sheet, finding open spaces to place them on. These new ones were of his cross logo on the back of his Spider-man jacket, as well as a small spider hanging on a web. They were coloured with blue and red splotches in the background.
You put the first one on, admiring how it fits so well with the others. Like a puzzle piece. You reach for the second one, ready to stick it on, when..
“Well well. Seems ’ve caught the culprit.”
You turn around, sticker still in hand as you laugh nervously. “And here I thought I had more time.”
Hobie gives his signature smirk as he walks to you, taking the sticker from your hand. He observes it, noticing the beautiful red and blue splotches behind the spider.
“Sorry if you haven’t liked ‘em.” You say as he stands there, still observing. “You never really said much about them so I assumed you didn’t mind and that it was okay but if it’s not I can always stop and-”
Hobie chuckles, stopping you. “[Name]. Never said I didn’t like ‘em, aye? Actually quite like ‘em.”
“Really?”
Hobie nods as he places the sticker on his guitar, smoothing it out. It blends well with the others, bringing yet more charm to the cluster and disorganized mess. Something Hobie absolutely enjoys.
“Why don’t you tell me about ‘em?” He asks while sitting back on the bed. “Been curious ‘bout the constellations for ‘while now.”
“The constellations..” You start, tracing the design on his guitar. “They were in the air March 18th and April 24th. Pleiades and Taurus.”
Hobie’s eyes widen for a moment. “Well now that’s..”
“Our first date.” You finish with a soft smile. You glance up at him. “And the day we became official. Or the day you decided you like some labels.”
Hobie rolls his eyes. “An’ that’s a secret ‘tween you and me.”
You continue to tell him about the different doodles you drew. You explained the thought process behind them all, going into the colour schemes and why you chose those specifically.
The entire time Hobie couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He thought you were mesmerizing, the way you talked about something so passionately.
“…and with the letters I tried capturing how rebellious it’s supposed to look, kind of like your jacket.” You finish, pointing the last one out.
Hobie nods, hand taking yours. “They’re all well done. Ya gotta keep makin’ ‘em.”
You smile and nod excitedly, already thinking of the next designs you have for Hobie’s guitar.
Maybe Hobie’s earlier rule about never letting anyone touch his guitar had its exceptions. After all, rules were always meant to be broken in his eyes.
— after he confirms that it’s you putting the stickers on, he insists on watching you draw them
— you’ll sit on his lap and aimlessly doodle in your stick paper notebook as you lean back against his chest
— you ask for his opinion, but he always assures you they look perfect
— “that one ‘s well drawn, sweetheart”
— “you’re so talented, darlin’”
— “can’t wait for everyone to see ‘em”
— he’s practically your biggest supporter
— also don’t be surprised if one day he gets one of the doodles you stuck on his guitar tattooed on him
— what can he say? he’s obsessed with anything you give him
— he will also let everyone know who the amazing artist behind his stickers are
— “yeah? my amazin’ partner drew ‘em. they’re one of a kind”
— hobie will always anticipate new stickers from you, even after his guitar is filled
— please just start stacking them after that
— hobie’s completely obsessed with you and any reminder of you on his weapon of art is something to die for in his eyes
#NEW ARTICLE || OUT NOW !!#hobie brown x reader#hobie spiderverse#hobie x reader#hobie brown#spider man: across the spider verse#atsv#atsv x reader#atsv hobie
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WHY HELLO THERE- cough- Hey hi hello its me, Mrs Leech, and im here to make a predictable request !!
Fluff + Established relationship:
i look after my flowers and Jade has his mushrooms and terrariums, so i have to know what it'd be like for me and my silly mershroom to do our gardening chores and scheduled things together,, maybe even writing down how to take care of each others plants/fungi for when one of us is too busy,,
also i'd totally join his club because i love to sketch scenery, plus hiking would be nice and relaxing for me since i enjoy being around him
(ps.bonus points if the reader isn't MC/Yuu/Ramshackle Perfect)
Oh my goodness the @twistedchatterboxed in my inbox? An honour-
Coming right up, Mrs Leech!
Jade Leech with an s/o who gardens!
Jade Leech x reader
Jade’s glad. A shared hobby with his beloved. Well, one may argue that flowers and fungi are nothing alike. Yet both sprout from the Earth, do they not? A thousand different species, each with their unique charms.
Mushrooms grow in the dark, rising from rotting corpses. Almost like a phoenix, no? Caps of red, brown and white, facing up to the world courageously. They creep up in the shadows, slowly but surely. Dark knights, slowly consuming whatever remains of their hosts. He’s rather fond of his mushrooms.
Yet if his mushrooms were the knights, your flowers were the maidens of old. Sprouting from small, delicate seeds, their stems pierce through soil, reaching for the sun. Leaves unfolding like hands in prayer, their buds blossoming with all the grace of a lady in court, they shine brilliantly. Drawing all eyes to their petals, their blooming flowers.
Those very same petals can be crushed into tea. The last cup of tea you’ll ever have. Needless to say, Jade’s enchanted by your collection. You two spend hours in the botanical garden, sharing about the latest additions to the collection.
Sunlight streams through the glass, fragmenting it into every colour of the rainbow, dancing around the garden. A breathtaking scene, if Jade says so himself.
His beloved, brows frowned in concentration. Leaning over their plants, carefully pruning the flowers, bit by bit. Soil clung to their fingertips, sweat blistering like pearls on their skin. Surrounded by the angelic light of the sun…
Well, you do look rather gorgeous, if he does say so himself.
Date nights are spent together, both of you pouring over your schedules, highlighters in hand. Crafting together a timetable of sorts, to ensure that both the fungi and plants have sufficient care. Jade does draw, little doodles swarming his side of the timetable. Mushrooms, with dotted caps growing out of the lines.
In retaliation, you draw on flowers. Each one picked out for their specific meaning. Pink Camellias blooming at the edges; longing for you.
Gardenias in a line under his name; You’re lovely.
Baby’s breath dotted throughout the paper; Everlasting love.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#jade leech#jade#twst jade#jade leech x reader#jade x reader#lucky charm🔹
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’Cause Daddy Doesn’t Love Me, Mommy is a God
it’s here!! Almost 3k words of Jay centric angst why do these keep getting longer. this is split into two scenes; one from Jay’s childhood, the other right before he becomes a ninja. warning for one instance of mild swearing, cross posted to ao3
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Jay poked at his cereal sluggishly. It was the first day of term break and he was all alone in the house. Again. Dad had gone to work, he was pretty sure, and wouldn’t be back until night. The housekeeper and nanny, Ms. Peony, was at her daughter’s wedding this week. None of the other employees were here today either, meaning that Jay had the house all to himself.
Giving up on his cereal, which had begun to get soggy, Jay went upstairs to his room. For other people, the house may have been considered eerily quiet, but for Jay it was normal. The only sounds he could hear were his own footsteps and the air humidifier. Gurgle. Gurgle. Gurgle.
Jay looked over his comic book collection. He had quite a few, ranging from Fritz Donnegan to Spider-Man to Wonder Woman. None of them seemed particularly interesting right now, though. Not even the Fritz Donnegan ones, which were his favourite.
Maybe I can draw something, he thought. Pulling out some colour pencils and paper, Jay quickly sketched out a dragon. He liked dragons. Cole’s mom had told them stories about them. The dragon he’d drawn was blue, with yellow stripes and fire coming out of its mouth. Pretty cool, in his opinion. Maybe Dad could hang it up on the fridge.
Speaking of Dad, Jay missed him. It was just the two of them when Jay was little, and now he was always busy. Jay missed when they would curl up on the couch with popcorn and watch a silly movie together.
Shaking his head to snap out of the old memories, Jay picked up another sheet of paper. Thinking about the past wouldn’t change the present. He went to go get the markers — he wasn’t technically allowed to use them, but they were needed for his new drawing.
Uncapping the orange marker lead him to realise it was dried out. He tried the red one instead, getting the same results. A third test showed that all the markers were likely dried and unusable.
Great. Now he really had nothing to do. It seemed too early for TV, and he didn’t want to bother plugging in the video games. Oh, wait! There was a landline in the house. Jay wasn’t entirely sure how to use it, but maybe he could call Cole. Cole was always good company.
Marching down the stairs now that he had renewed purpose, Jay found the landline and tried to remember Cole’s number. It wasn’t technically his, much like how the number Jay had given him wasn’t actually Jay’s, but it would contact Cole.
Punching in the numbers, Jay watched the phone ring. Someone picked up on the fourth one. “Hello?” That someone said. It was Cole’s mom.
“Hi, Mrs. Hence, it’s Jay,” Jay started. “I’m looking for Cole?”
“Oh, I’m afraid he’s not here right now,”
Jay felt a pang of disappointment at that. “That’s alright. Thanks,” he hung up before Mrs. Hence could respond. It was rude, Jay knew, but he did it anyway.
Now what could he do? It wasn’t even lunch yet, and Dad wouldn’t be back until after dinner. Jay had no one to talk to for the entire day.
Maybe a nap was the solution, Jay decided. Mrs. Chan, his old babysitter, had often said that sleeping helped pass the time. Though he wasn’t sure if that applied to kids, or just grown-ups.
It was worth a shot. Jay went back to his room, Spider-Man crawling up the stairs, and jumped onto the bed. His blankets were still rumpled from the morning, his stuffed animals shoved into the corner.
Jay closed his eyes and tried to sleep. It was harder than expected. The light kept shining into his eyes. Groaning, he pulled the blanket over his head, trapping himself in darkness. Much better, Jay thought.
He woke up at about five in the afternoon, well past lunch but still before his dad would return. Jay rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and dragged himself out of bed. Mrs. Chan had been right. Now, time to get a late lunch (did it still count as lunch?) and some water.
After a quick snack of potato chips and chocolate, Jay was feeling much better. Junk food was always good for energy, and Dad would (hopefully) be home by 9:00. He could watch movies until then.
Turning on the television and scrolling through Netflix, Jay found that there weren’t a lot of movies he wanted to watch. Giving a brief shudder at Coraline, he eventually clicked on Into the Spider-verse. It was a good enough movie.
One movie marathon later, it was already seven o’clock. Jay went to the pantry and grabbed some instant ramen as dinner — perhaps not the healthiest, but definitely tasty.
It was getting dark, now. Soon it would be completely pitch black. Jay hoped that Dad got home before that. He didn’t like staying at home alone during the night.
Jay slurped up the rest of his dinner and put the bowl in the sink. He’d deal with that later, right now he wanted to play with his action figures.
Fritz Donnegan lands on the ground, sticking a perfect landing. “No sign of any ambush,” he says. “I’m going to look around, stay on guard.” He takes a step forward, and then—
Downstairs, the front door slammed closed. Jay looked up at the sudden noise, and jumped to his feet upon realising that his dad was home.
“Dad!” Jay ran into his father’s arms, hugging him as tightly as a nine-year-old could.
“Hello, Jay,” Dad said. He pried Jay’s arms off himself.
Jay tried not to let that sting. “I drew a picture for you!” He exclaimed.
“Mhm,”
“Don’t you want to see it?”
Dad sighed. “Not right now, Jay.”
“Okay,” Jay said. “I’ve already had dinner, so there’s no need to cook for me,”
“That’s good,”
“I called Cole, too, but he wasn’t there. I did watch a movie, though. It was fun!”
“I need to shower and eat, Jay,” and oh, that was Dad’s ‘I’m Getting Tired and You Need to be Quiet’ voice. “You should go to bed now,”
“Okay,” Jay ran back upstairs. He hadn’t even gotten to show Dad his dragon picture.
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Jay looked up at the mansion he called home and frowned. Dad was considering sending him to boarding school after all the trouble he’d been getting into. “It wasn’t my fault,” Jay had screamed last night. Dad had started yelling, and he hadn’t wanted to deal with it anymore. Jay had stormed out the door and didn’t come back until Dad was asleep.
No one was home right now, so Jay let himself in. Dad was still out with his girlfriend, Amanda. Yet another woman who treated Jay like he was rubbish, or pretended like he didn’t exist. After all, nobody wanted to deal with the illegitimate son of Cliff Gordon, Jay thought bitterly. Nobody except Cole, and he’d been gone for years by now.
Kicking off his shoes and shoving them in the hallway closet, Jay went to his room and collapsed on the ground. He didn’t bother locking the door. Dad would be out all night.
Scrolling through his phone showed nothing of interest. There was a new trailer for some action movie, but it wasn’t like Jay had anyone to go see it with. Also, Jay didn’t want to see anything with his dad’s face in it.
Hmm. Jay’s thoughts drifted to the makeshift hang glider shoved up in the attic. It was one of the results from his venture into DIY-ing. (Not that Jay didn’t do inventing anymore, just that it was one of the earlier projects.)
“Where are you?” Jay muttered to himself as he dug through the attic. It was shoved full of old trinkets and boxes. None of them seemed to be labelled. So far he’d found two boxes of old books and papers, five boxes of assorted junk, and one box of family photos. But no hang glider.
He squeezed past another crumbling box of who-knows-what and threw aside an old lamp. Jay figured it was yet another priceless antique that had been left to rot, much like the other twelve pieces of junk he’d found so far.
His efforts were finally rewarded when he found the hang glider dumped into a corner. Picking it up and shaking the dust away revealed that it was (mostly) in good condition. Now to get it out of the attic and to a good hang gliding place. Doing his best to fold it up, Jay dragged the hang glider though mountains of boxes and down the stairs. Huffing and sweaty, he glared at it.
“You’re a lot more trouble than I expected,” he said. “This better be a fun activity,”
Getting the hang glider into his car proved easier than finding it. The trunk was just barely big enough to fit it. Jay wasn’t technically allowed to drive, but Ninjago City wasn’t known for good law enforcement anyway.
The commute took just over an hour — enough time for Jay to finish the podcast he’d been listening to.
“Ugh, finally,” he muttered as he parked the car in place. Dragging the hang glider out, Jay found the nearest skyscraper and climbed up. He got strange looks for it, and it was a weird sight to see a teenager with what was essentially an oversized kite, but he managed.
The building he’d chosen was a good spot for hang gliding. With lots of other buildings around it, Jay had a much better chance of not falling to his death and landing safely on another rooftop. Sure, it was probably illegal, but no one would notice. Hopefully. Jay really hadn’t thought this through.
Well, too late to back out now. Jay spread the glider’s wings, checked to make sure he was fully strapped in, and jumped.
It was exhilarating for the first few seconds, but Jay quickly found that the rest of it was terrible. The glider worked — he had gotten a smooth takeoff, and he wasn’t falling to his death, but Jay should have realised the billboards scattered around were a hazard. He crashed into one with about as much grace as a manatee and collapsed. The world was swirling. Jay bet that if anyone could see him, they’d see birds flying around his head.
“Well, isn’t this an interesting sight?” A voice startled Jay out of his dizziness.
“Wh— huh?” Jay looked up, head still spinning, to see an old man sitting calmly and drinking tea.
“Who are you?” He blurted, then realised that was probably rude.
The old man didn’t seem offended. “A dreamer, like you,” he said.
Jay resisted the urge to call the old man crazy and run away screaming. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
“You may call me Wu. I’ve been waiting for you for a while,”
“What are you, some kinda stalker?” Jay narrowed his eyes.
“No, nothing like that. I want to offer you an opportunity,”
“An opportunity?” Jay parroted.
“Yes. There is a dark force rising, and I cannot stop it on my own. You have great potential. I want to train you in the ways of spinjitsu,”
“I don’t— what?” Jay’s head spun from all the new information. Or maybe that was the probable concussion.
“You have potential you are not aware of, and I can help you unlock it,” Wu sipped his tea.
“What’s this ‘spinjitsu’ gig going to involve? I wanna know what I’m getting into,”
“You would be able to help people. And the world could very much depend on you,”
Do it, something in Jay whispered. He took a breath and put a determined look on his face. “I’ll do it,” he said carefully, “but I need to pack first. And I can’t just run off without telling anyone,”
Wu nodded. “Of course. Meet me here tomorrow at sunrise, and we will start your training,”
“Yeah, sure,”
Wu smiled, picked up his teapot, and walked to the side of the building. When Jay blinked, he had vanished. Stupid cryptid old man and his stupid cryptic messages.
Jay left the remains of his glider on the rooftop. It was unsalvageable, and Jay figured that he wouldn’t have a use for it anymore. He found his car, shoved the parking ticket into his pocket, and drove home.
The house had lights on when he returned — that wasn’t a good sign. It meant that Dad was back, which meant the argument from yesterday would start again. Great.
Jay opened the door as quietly as he could, cringing at the creaky noises it made. You would think a multimillionaire celebrity could afford to oil his door hinges, but apparently not.
Dad was standing in the main hall when Jay turned around.
“Where have you been?” He snapped. “I’ve been waiting for over an hour now.”
Jay scowled and looked at his dad angrily. “I was out.”
“Out doing what? I grounded you,”
“Doing stuff,”
“You are grounded. You’re not allowed to leave this house.” Dad glared at Jay, but it had lost the intimidation factor years ago.
“Well, I did. And it’s not like you would’ve noticed,” Jay said that last part under his breath, but Dad still caught it.
“Why wouldn’t I notice?”
“Because you’re never around! There! I said it! You’re never around, you don’t ever know where I am, you don’t care about me!” Jay exploded. “All you care about is your stupid career and fancy house,” Wow, where had all that come from? Jay wasn’t normally very vocal towards his dad.
“Jason Edward Gordon! Go to your room and don’t look at me until you’ve apologised.” Dad glowered.
“Well then, I guess I’m not gonna look at you ever again,” Jay spat. He marched up the stairs and slammed the door.
Cursing under his breath, Jay stomped around the room and looked for his backpack. If he was going to become some sort of ass-kicking vigilante, he’d need supplies.
Clothes. A couple pairs of socks. Water bottle. Headphones. Tablet. All these items were shoved into a duffel bag — the backpack wasn’t big enough. Though Jay was still bringing the backpack, because it was cool.
He made a point to be as quiet as possible. Let Dad think he was sulking, when really he was plotting an escape. The old man Wu had said to meet at sunrise, but Jay would have had to pack even if he wasn’t running away, so it didn’t make a difference to do it early.
Jay looked into his drawers for anything he might want to keep. There probably wouldn’t be any coming back after he left. He found multiple trinkets he’d bring — an old pocket knife, some notebooks, a portable charger. All of those would be useful.
Digging even further led him to find an old bracelet. It was old and tattered, and the little star charm was banged up, but Jay remembered this bracelet. Cole had given it to him right before he got shipped to boarding school. Jay slipped it into his pocket.
A bottle of lotion got thrown into the mess that was his bag too, along with a couple books. Jay left his phone. He didn’t want to get tracked, and he rather doubted Wu had Wi-Fi.
Zipping up the duffle bag and shoving it under his bed proved easy enough. Jay thought about writing a note, but decided not to. Not like Dad would bother reading it. He fell into a dreamless sleep quickly.
At exactly four o’clock in the morning, Jay’s alarm sounded. He didn’t normally wake up so early, but sacrifices had to be made if he wanted to get to Ninjago City before sunrise. He grabbed his duffle bag and crept down to the kitchen, planning to get a quick breakfast. He didn’t expect his dad to be sitting at the table.
They made eye contact. Dad opened his mouth, clearly planning to ask what Jay was doing, so Jay spoke first. “I’m leaving,” he said.
That seemed to stun Dad into silence. “What?” He finally croaked out, face a perfect mask of shock and confusion.
“I’m leaving,” Jay repeated, “I don’t know if I’ll be back.”
“Why?”
Jay shuffled his feet. This conversation had not been a part of his plan. “I got an offer,” he decided to say. “I was told that I have potential, and that I could unlock it,”
Dad rose to his feet. “Who?” He demanded. “Who told you that?”
“Just someone,” Jay shrugged.
Dad narrowed his eyes. “Was his name Wu?”
“I— yeah,” Jay admitted.
“I should have known,” Dad sighed. “Your mother knew him. She always said that you’d have to make a choice, someday. I suppose this is that choice.”
“Mom knew him?”
“I don’t know all the details, but yes. You should go. I think we both need time alone, and it’ll be good for you. Just stay safe,”
“You don’t get to parent me after ten years of forgetting me,” Jay snapped.
Dad looked at him with sad eyes. “I know,” he said. “I wasn’t cut out to be a parent. If you don’t come back, I understand.”
Jay thought back to his earliest memories. Their relationship hadn’t always been this strained — he could remember good times, with movie nights and silly dance parties and being tucked into bed with a kiss. But he couldn’t find the words to say all that, so instead he said, “I’ll tell you if stuff happens.” An inadequate response, but it would have to do.
Dad nodded grimly. “You can take the car,”
Jay nodded back and took the keys. He walked out the door, started the car, and didn’t look back. He’d have to drive quickly if he wanted to make it by sunrise.
#Jay is not having a good time in this one#I tried to make his meeting with Wu parallel the one in canon#I think it turned out pretty well#the next one focuses on Cole and Lilly's death#it's going to be split into 2 chapters most likely#bruise childhood friends au#jay walker#cliff gordon#jay ninjago#ninjago jay#lego ninjago#ninjago#ninjago au#ninjago fic#kit's writing
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Summer is here and as usual, I, as an extremely pale-skinned Scot, am not used to the existence of THE SUN - Or any temperature above 14 °C
So I decided to colour some sketches I did a couple of years ago - Meaning these are technically old, but since I drew over them now...they're new?? hmmm
Anyways, at some point I thought about how Vye would struggle in the lair during a heatwave, and these silly things just came out.
(Ngl I haven't drawn the boys in actual months, almost everything I've posted lately has been part of a backlog, so I'm really happy with how these came out!! )
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Today is the day I unleash my Mr. Bonzo fanart upon this webbed site.
This post is relatively safe up until the cut.
Is the *tips fedora* meme over a decade old? Yes. Do I care? No, absolutely not.
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Now this is where I recommend "getting off" this post to anyone bothered by graphic depictions of body horror, blood, violence, or Mr. Bonzo (monster, not mascot like above).
I know the first image is silly, but I cannot stress enough how serious I am when I say:
Proceed at your own risk.
Now that you have chosen to continue, I have arranged the images in order of least to most vile and disturbing (though that might be slightly subjective on my part).
Remember that you can click off this post at any time.
Final warning: split tongue Bonzo.
I tried channeling Julia Drawfee with the lineart a little bit. Didn't feel like shading that one, so it's a bit flat.
Where did I lose my colours? Plot twist: the first image in this post is actually the last I've made, so technically I gained the colours. I wanted it to have more of a cheery vibe, unlike the ones under the cut, which I wanted to be kinda dreary and I feel like adding too much colour can mess that up.
Alright, I'll address the tongue. Remember how his head splits in tmagp 12? Yeah, it's a nod to that and also I asked myself "how do I make his design worse than it already is?" and that's the only answer I could come up with. I debated adding stitches connesting the two halves of the tongue but couldn't figure out how, so you're welcome. It will be present in all the upcoming drawings as well.
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The next one is bloody, but it's not that much worse than the previous one overall.
I was playing with filters after I was done with this piece, because I felt like it lacked something, but didn't know what. Really liked this one, I think it's some sort of a gradient map. It pixelised the image and adjusted the colours a bit, it also really made the blood pop out, though it covered up some of the details.
Why did he lose his hat? It's stupid and hard to draw.
You may have noticed the artstyle change a little, the previous images having neat lineart and little to no shading. That's because I am using different tools, sketchy and soft brushes, that allow me to experiment with lighting and textures more (plus the aforementioned filter altering the image even further).
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Alright, I feel like this last image deserves a separate warning. It references episode 12 (spoiler ahead), specifically the moment before the bartender loses a hand, though it's not entirely accurate. It's rendered in more detail than any of the previous images, so keep that in mind before scrolling down.
Basically it's pov: Bonzo licks your hand.
I feel like I could've made his tongue bigger in this one, it seems kinda small compared to his mouth. I really like how the skin on his face ended up looking. It took a lot of work.
The spit makes it look weirdly sexual, doesn't it? Listen, that was not my intention, but I'm not erasing it. I set out to make the worst thing I could and, though not without cost, I have achieved it.
I tried splattering Bonzo in blood, but it wasn't really working for me and it covered up a lot of the detail I liked, so I just put it in the background.
The human hand is drawn from reference, which I found by googling "hand reaching out away from the viewer". And let me tell you: google is shit at looking for drawing references, but I figured it was just going to be a sketch to explore an idea, so I didn't bother trying to get a better one. And then I fixated on it for a couple hours, you know, like a normal person.
I literally (and I mean no exaggeration) dusted off my drawing tablet after a few months of no use to spend the entire weekend, after tmagp 12 came out, glued to the screen making those images, except for the b'onzo one, which I made this evening.
Just to clarify: I drew all of those by myself. No filthy AI image generation is allowed in this house. I am capable of committing far greater sins than an artificial intelligence ever will.
The only thing left here is to extend my sincere congratulations/condolences to whoever got this far. It's up to you to either think you're brave or realise that you're foolish for doing so, but be comforted by the fact that at least you didn't make this post, which I cannot say for myself.
#this might be my worst post yet#i was so preoccupied with whether or not i could i didn't stop to think if i should (make bonzo worse)#do i regret it?#no#here's the sewage stew i promised/threatened you with a few weeks ago#the magnus protocol#tmagp#tmagp shitpost#long post#fanart#tmagp fanart#bonzo#mr bonzo#content warning#body horror#blood#violence#get bonzed#posts that would send me straight to a psychiatric ward were anyone i know irl to find out i made
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Do you have any blorbos or ideas to share?
floodgates: open
yes!! i have a bunch of aus im working on though im assuming u mean cotl specific (the others are undertale/deltarune and homestuck related if theres any interest)
the main one im working on right now is fates twine, (which ill explain in more detail in a second) but i have two others. a pirate esque essentially dnd campaign au story which ive named tears in a bottle. im still figuring out designs for that one but nari is a critter the size of the lambs hand so thats funny. its called tears in a bottle cuz the lamb and the others in the pirate crew go to raid a lost city, and the statue in the middle of said city (which is of shamura. the bishops are all archfey in this au so theyre cool) is weeping golden tears into a bottle which contains nari. only the lamb can see these god tears and nari.
i also have ideas for a madoka magica x cotl au but i have no designs and not enough ideas to talk about it currently.
but then theres fates twine. fates twine ("fates twine binds the hearts of you and i" is the full name, fates twine is my shorthand) is a prequel au which starts when the old gods are still around, and out of the bishops only shamura has their crown. it explores what would happen if the lamb (who is named mara) found the red crown before nari could, and fought against their ascension. they actually meet nari when hes still a mortal because of this and they become friends. shenanigans ensue. (narinders name as a mortal here is paean. i thought it would be cool to link him to the demon he always becomes in game) i have a bunch planned and have like 4,000 words worth of scenes written for it. but they're all for different parts of the fic so it's not currently postable. the closest image i have for mara around the time they find the crown is this little sketch for a scene i made
they dont typically wear the crown they usually have it as a ring on their finger to hide they have it but for that scene they do.
this is a bit of an older design and artstyle but this is mara when theyre a bit older. this is. the only coloured drawing i have of them rn but im gonna work on more soon.
this is their current design at that age. the other lamb there is omen, their little sister. i have a whole page of doodles of her that im gonna post tomorrow probably. shes one of my favourite fates twine characters i love her sm lolol
and these are sketches of mara post them becoming a cult leader!! so yeah nari does still get the crown and ascend instead of them eventually and they become the last lamb and all that but its about the interesting things that them being the true god of death causes. so yeah. you also get one (1) paragraph draft snippet of the first chapter bc im feeling silly
so yeah!! yap over
#glitchyanswers#glitchyvoices his (dumb) thoughts#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl au#cotl lamb#my art#cotl fanfic#fatestwine#fatestwine mara#fatestwine omen#fatestwine paean#cotl fanart
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HALLO i was wondering how you get out of art block?? your art is very expressive and i absolutely adore all your colour choices and designs. ive been having trouble with art block for a very long time now so i’m just trying to ask other artists how they get outta it <3 i hope u have a niceday yesyes
OUGHH HELLO!!! holy crap, art block is the WORST. everytime i encounter it, its always hard to beat it D: theres days where i feel like i WANT to draw something so badly but my brain just. cant function
i dont have a definitive solution for art block, but whenever i do, i have a few ways to cope with it. sometimes they work, sometimes they dont? but whenever the time comes and im just sitting at a brick wall, i got some survival tips
1. come up with random silly ideas,, it could be anything: random words, phrases, scenarios. they can be as nonsensical as you want them to be. during art blocks, my mind is completely dry with ideas, so i always try to compile a list of ideas from the past so i can come back to them later on. i try to come up with random duos or something as simple as “mcdonalds date”. i might not work on these now, but maybe some random lil word can spark that creativity in me
heres my art ideas list… i have some ideas that are like 8 months old in there BGAHSGA, but i save em there till i feel like working on them
2. STRUGGLE DOODLES!! i like to make a bunch of doodles of random scenes that i think about in my head. doodle practically anything. your favorite person, favorite animal, something you see outside your window, frogs?
heres a few of mine. most of the time, i NEVER get to finishing them. however, during art blocks sometimes i like to go back to really old, incomplete guidelines and add some new, random addition to it. sometimes i forget what my sketches were exactly meant to be? and i guess thats the fun about interpreting stuff and giving things a new spin to them. during art blocks, i HATE trying to come up with new drawings from a blank canvas (since i dont even have any ideas to begin with). but working on old wips, or completely revising them? sometimes these can be super fun :]
[and bonus tip!! and this is like, a golden tip that everyone loves: going back to super old drawings and redrawing them!! its my favorite. i absolutely love seeing the improvement ive made over the years. its also pretty easy to work with since you dont have to stress about coming up with completely new ideas from a blank slate! GAHH i should do that more often.]
3. search up your favorite fanart, go on pinterest, anything. i love this one.
search up some really cool photos of outfits, aesthetic backgrounds?? i find myself searching up a lot of fanart of fandoms im in, any word with “aesthetic” at the end, casino aesthetic, anything! pinterest has always been my go-to platform to find ideas. i go on the app and not even a second in, im blown with all of this cool art n character designs. i have a problem saving almost everything i find into my boards, but at least i saved a chock-full of ideas i can work with. :)
a thing about me: ive never been the type to try and force my art block out. whenever im facing a block, its extremely difficult for me to come up with things on my own. sometimes i let it wait for a while, but that tends to take a REALLY long time. D: if i dont feel like drawing, or doodling, or really doing anything? i always like scrolling through really pretty photos. that tends to spark a small idea in me i can work with, and sometimes i manage to get out of art block from there. it starts out small, then over time it gets even better.
these photos especially gave me WAY more motivation than i ever had to draw wilbur during an art block moment. i started off making small random doodles of him in a neon city and over time it kinda turned into a fixation for neon cities. i LOVE imagining characters in random photos i find on pinterest.
wishing you the bestest in your art journey!! this crap’s tough but i know you can break it yo. thank you so much for the ask!
feel free to reblog and add your own ideas below :] i was only able to come up with a few, but if youd like to add on, go right ahead! /noforce
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22nd March ‘24 - [arch] Mad About Munch, Warm-up sketches and daaarknesss???
Good evening, Shri! I forgot that it is Friday, but at the beginning of writing this, I have an hour and 27 minutes until Friday is over, so I WILL be on time!
Wow, like a lot has happened? But I also don’t have tons to show for it. (it’s because I’m working on cool secret project that I’m not allowed to talk about which is fun!)
Stuff i have been doing
Museums :0!!!! I have been travelling and in my old age apparently, I like old art now???
Gathering a lot of reference images - photos, but also general inspiration
Finally organising my digital space a bit! I backed up like 3 years' worth of Procreate images and cleared out half my iPad
Getting some of my sketchbooks, especially comic development, digitised and onto Google Slides! I follow a similar process to when I was at uni still, with a huge PowerPoint for a project that contains reference images, inspiration, plot bullet points, and links to google docs where I write the scripts, development sketches and finals. It makes it super easy to go back to important parts of the development and be reminded of things I might have lost in the development process
Warm-up sketches because you bullied me into it (affectionate)
Continuing to explore colour
2 things I would like to tell you more about:
1) Edvard Munch!!!!!!
If you ever get the chance to visit the Munch Museum in Oslo, do it!! I hadn’t seen a whole museum dedicated to one guy before, but seeing so much of his work in one place, in person really helped me understand it better. They also had a fantastic audio tour to rent that made it super accessible. I had just come from thinking about colour last week and becoming more comfortable with darker colours, and I had been thinking about personality and narrative in settings and backgrounds - both of which he does really well. In particular, The Sick Child, Eye in Eye, and The Sun stood out to me.
2) Play. AGAIN!!!!!
I feel like I’m constantly having to fight myself, reminding myself to let go, play around, and explore without the expectation of a final outcome. You told me to try some 20 min warm-up and cool-down sketches - which I’ve been doing and has been going great! They’re not all perfect and aren’t supposed to be, but I’ve also had some really fun outcomes that wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I also feel like I’m getting more of a grip on colour :0
Plus, I’ve found that I haven’t wanted to post my terrible sketches or even my better ones?? Which has been nice to make without the need for sharing. However, I have found myself craving a final image to share with all of Tumblr and Instagram, thinking of possible images that would do well on those platforms. I think there is a small part of me that wants to create those because it would be fun, but I think it’s mostly to fix the number-shaped hole :/ Hank Green made a good video which mentioned the fact that platforms are EXTRA BAD with teaching creators to be addicted to them, even more so than consumers. Video here. It’s good.
I was listening to the Imp and Skizz podcast earlier (Episode - Rendog pt 1), it’s a great podcast, they chat about Hermitcraft a bit but mostly about what being alive is like and being a creator, I really recommend them too. Anyway, Skizz said he was once told to ‘create videos that he wanted to watch.’ And I think it’s a good approach to have when creating. What do I wanna see/ read?
I would love to chat to you about the balance between dark tones and silliness in storytelling too, but it is 11pm and I do have to get up early tomorrow. Plus, I’m not sure I have enough thoughts yet. But for now, it’s left me thinking: what do I want to make? Am I campable of silliness in stories? I want to tell stories with an undertone of darkness, that discusses difficult themes, but how to we do that while keeping it entertaining and not just Too Much(™)?
I dunno, just thoughts I’ve been having. I wanna get them down, even if I don’t have any solutions yet. In the meantime, please accept these sketchbook pages in lieu of philosophical answers.
Thank you for listening to my rambles once again!
Love <3 Archie
Ps. I saw Frozen the musical and it was Very Sibling, and I cried. It made me think of you and I think you would like it (it’s only a bit different to the film but it makes such a difference omg)
#archillustrates#arch is learning#project development#art#art process#art resource#process#artists on tumblr#illustration#small art blog#art blog#illustration blog#queer artists on tumblr#illustrator#book illustrator#queer illustrator#comic artist#comic art#female artists on instagram#artists on instagram#procreate#digital artwork#digital artist#artist blog#artist on tumblr#tumblr art blog#art on tumblr
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Here's a little silly comic based on this skit by ProZD that, once more got a bit out of hand. This time it was mostly because I I didn't like the look of the coloured sketch of the first panel, and had a day where trying to paint digitally was the just thing I needed to do to recoup my energy. I decided to keep the other parts of the comics as coloured sketches, since it sort of worked with the mood switch and since I simply wasn't in the mood to paint over them too.
(ID in alt and under cut)
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Two images
The first is a rough digital painting of my oc Edda (A pale chubby woman, with deep eyebags, brown hair and grey eyes) with her head thrown back, laughing ominously, while cast in dramatic light from bellow to make her look even more off-putting. Both the background and the shadows in the image is purple, with the exception of the slightly streaky dark black shadow thrown behind Edda. The background has elements of a sketch remaining, like handwritten text behind her writing out her laugh digitally coloured yellow, and visual noise. In the left corner is a signature reading Cookieek.
The second of old two traditional sketches coloured digitally, both follow up’s to the previous of Edda laughing. In the first Edda smiles casually, while looking to the side and saying “great knock knock joke Snow.” An arrows then point to the second sketch which is of Snow from Red shoes and the seven dwarfs, sweating nervously as she tries to keep up a smile (her eyes simplified into dots, and her mouth a soft triangle to amplify the nervous energy), and replying with “…thank…you.” The two of them have light purple shaped behind them, Eddas appearing like a cloudy boarder around her, and Snows behind a simple rectangle lying down. The background is a soft purple to pink-ish gradient. In the left corner is a signature reading Cookieek.
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I have some more smokeybat headcanons, got inspired now
#. Sam gets a big crush on Uzi, he wants to try impress her and hang out with her. So he tries asking her out whenever he can, Uzi oblivious to his crush agrees and hangs out with him a lot.
#. Uzi shows him anime and he ends up liking anime quite a lot, his favourite type being chill slice of life or the cooking anime. Makes him jealous they can't eat like humans can
#. He makes her a badge of their favourite anime character for her to wear on her beanie.
#. Sam is a talented artist and has a sketch book full of drawings and abstract work too. When he on magnets is when some his most colourful work is done. He has a very detailed drawing of Uzi he keeps special. It's of her in class reading, she looked so pretty that day.
#. Sam got a bit jealous when Thad started talking to Uzi , he could see Uzi seemed to like him a bit and was a little sad by that. He got more upset when N showed up because he could definitely see Uzi big crush on him.
#. He talk with Uzi about N and he encourages her to tell him how she feels, being a wingman.
#. Sam writes a love note to Uzi along with a drawing and sends it to her anonymously, hoping to impress her. He was too scared to sign it.
I have more if you like to listen to it
i am SO sorry for taking so long on these lmfao???? i really wanted to think abt these. tysm for sending me all of these delightful thoughts to grab and run with i would absolutely be willing to hear more
1 + 5: it was a crush that's been there since the begining, uzi was always kinda cute and charming, the way she interupted class with sarcastic wit on occasion, the way she would go above and beyond what the assignments were just to have her own fun. sam has always been the more quiet, shut in type, always following rules, never usually being the type to speak up or make a sound, but whenever uzi does something particularly silly he can't help but laugh a little (and boy shes a whole fucking circus so lemmie tell you). though he had to eventually start making moves once thad god involved.
for the record, i do NOT ship thad n uzi, i get it as a ship, but it just aint my thing, however im a big fan of unrequitted love, and i can absolutely see uzi just not being interested in the popular jock type (shes more into the silent stoner type COUGH COUHG(J)), seeing thad as more of a close friend due to him being so caring when no one else seemed to be.
unfortunately for sam the only time he was able to fully talk and get to know uzi was AFTER she was already introduced to his oil (lmfao)
2: this dude wants to eat so bad, let this man manifest some robot mac n cheese for his ass. its not 'hunger' but its like, some fuckin program malfunction due to the magnets that you could compare to stoner munchies but lord does he get angry when uzi puts on a ghibli or some shit and they start makin ramen or some shit.
on the topic of anime tho uzi would absolutely be into anime and try and get sam (and by extention N and possibly V) into anime
current hyperfixation is firmly beliving shes be a nutcase over jujutsu kaisen (would love the curses and their vibe of 'we wanna take over humanity' but the humans are pretty cool too she GUESSES) but i think shed also be into shit like kill la kill, evangelion, maybe even a smidge of ouran on the side bc damn it she wants to be surrounded by a buncha cute boys (and low and behold be projecting trasmasc feelings onto uzi but boy she'd feel a sense of 'man i bet i could pull off a suit' and she WOULD)
3 + 4: him being obsessed w/ drawing n stuff is honestly a small headcanon i had personally!!!!! glad its a thing for another person ugh (positive) he would totally pay attention to the characters she hyperfixates on and go CRAZY making her posters and small keychain hangers and such (probably has an old laminator in his house that he uses to seal the all to keep them from getting ruined). i like to imagine he likes to draw/paint skyscapes, trying to find really interesting cloud formations or spots where the moon shines through them to draw cuz he thinks that kinda shits beauitufl, would absolutely love earth sky's so fucking much let this man see them
6 + 7: N IS BEST WINGMAN. i ship all of them together in one homoginous poly so i can confirm this happened and it was real. would absolutely help sam before he even considered allowing his feelings for uzi show
#fitz posting#fitz answers shit#murder drones#md#sam murder drones#uzi murder drones#n murder drones#smokeybats#bluntbiscuits#smokeybiscuitbites#these drones take up!!!!!!!!!!#my brain space!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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one of the most difficult things about getting back into art again is not romanticising my own skill gap.
like, finally, after 5 1/2 years of thinking these it was destroyed and shat on by rats, we found my portfolio of my old Big Serious Art Works. Most of it is in there, minus a sketchbook and some old final pieces (annoying!) but what is genuinely shocking to me is how good some of it is. I remember hating some of those pieces viscerally. I remember nearly crying to my friends about dropping out of art gcse over an a3 charcoal illustration of onions.... and it nearly made me cry over how good it was for a 13-year-old. Over how good it would be if i produced it now. That's not even to mention how it feels to see my two favourite sketches I ever did (ink sketch figure drawing and a charcoal cathedral window, for posterity).
What is fascinating to me now its that this is a legitimately good portfolio. Detailed sketchbooks explaining my processes; extremely varied material use and pieces at the end; composition and style and ideas are abundant. It is positively surreal to walk back through the fucking verdant greenhouse of my youthful training and then look at my last two sketchbooks... which are dull as dishwater. It's just soft and scared little portraits over and over and over again.
But the thing is: all my work is soft and scared. All of it, from the sketchbook of copic ciao-coloured magical girl anime designs I drew at 12 to the oil pastel picture of a washing machine I've been trying to start for the last 2 days. The reason my old work makes such a lush impression is because it was for academia - I had teachers forcing my hand into new every single week. These same teachers offering suggestions and guidance at every stage of the work, who genuinely cared about my making art, not just my getting good marks. It is very hard to flip through my recent books (oh, how I am proud I get to say books, plural) and see such a dearth of discipline. I knew I found it very hard, psychologically, to challenge myself, but I didn't think it was this.... obvious, in a way. I didn't realise how I had been showing my hands with the things they've created.
Anyway: there's no satisfying answer to this. I cannot afford to look back on my old works and think I was talented - it was 5 years of dedicated, cultivated, nurtured skills. I cannot afford to look back on my recent works and think of them as silly, bland, and uninspired. At the same time, I cannot afford to not challenge myself. My art will be soft and scared whatever I do - I may as well make it good.
#me meta#tumblr diary my old friend i have come to chat with your void again#i start a 5 week course of figure drawing next week & i am so excited for it i can't even explain!!!!!!#the skill gap between my eyes and my hand is fucking cavernous but like. doesn't mean i should stop!!!#it just means i gotta get all the shit out the way so i can develop them in tandem again#a level art shaped me for better or worse lmaoooo
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Old Art Archive
hannaposting
This is my OC Hanna Peters, she is from the book I’m writing with a friend called “Beastly Bordello”. The book is on hiatus…so surprising. Anyway here are some of the pictures of Hanna. You can kind of see how she evolves. The oldest picture is about 8 years old, when we started the project. Again we never came up with a clear color scheme so she is all over the place. She is meant to be tall. Her shape is rectangle. She is also suppose to have freckles of some sort. She is a little tan as well. But you can’t see that here. We have different outfits. Like her school outfit and then her everyday outfit. Her “best friend” 🤔 Lisa is also here. I’ll create a separate post for her later. But yeah, gentle giant and tiny terrorizer. She lgbt 🏳️🌈 of course. Like they all are. Uh sharpie colours not the best but you get the idea.
I really should draw all of them again. You know just for shits and giggles. Maybe they’ll look different but I’ll see how I feel later. (Is scheduling this).
I should type these descriptions beforehand but no. You get what you get. She has lore but I won’t mention any of it because my mind is scrambled at the moment. Anyways sorry for typos.
Bonus sketch cuz so silly
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Extras & Headcanons 2023
That’s The Tea Logan Photo
Zapp Brannigan/Roman Meme
Twin Snakes/Janus Candy
Zodiac Meme Logan/Remus
Logince Meme
Double Trouble/Janus She-ra Comparison
Old Thomas Pics
Maybe New Janus & Remus Sketch Coming?
Never Ending List feat. Janus
One Ticket To Barbie feat. Logan
Turn Down Music feat. Virgil
I’m Sick feat. Roman
Thomas Channel Header July 2023
They Returned Me Logince Meme
Farmer Thomas Photos 🍆
Roman 🎧
Those Hero Shots (Redux)
Sound Off Sanders Sides
Patton and Janus Tropes I Love
How Logan Feels Love (Canon)
Patton Flips Off
Logan’ sLow down
Thomas Pic 2020
Logan Missing Poster
1000 followers!?!
Young Wholesome Headshots
Sweeney Todd Casting (Aug 2023)
Theories In A Cafe (Ft. Deceit)
Anime Opening Logince Stuff
Talyn’s Coffee Order (from patreon livestream)
Over The Garden Wall Comic/Sides Detail
Logince Drabble (based on my quote)
Sanders Sides Stills w/Eye Colours
A Lil Logince Youtooz (Sep/23)
Crofters The Musical Appreciation Post
Accidental Renaissance Painting (DnD Slide Short)
SaSi Draw Your Squad of Accidental Renaissance
‘JUST Good Friends’ Stills
Getting Choked Up Over ‘JUST Good Friends’
2022 Calendar Art SaSi (& RWR Crack Theory)
Logince in SaSi Kids Cereal Mini Youtooz
Me As Quil Logince
Pre-Fanders Quil (Only SaSi Kids Cereal Mini Youtooz Plush)
Sweeney Todd Father/Daughter Selfie (Oct /23)
Green Screen BTS Shots from Anime Opening (Patreon Oct /23)
Daily Remus/Astrology Bot
Janus & Logan Created The Devils Plan (Netflix)
Patton Silly Meme
Nico’s 3rd Birthday (Oct 10/23)
Mini Plush Logince Moment
Sanders Sides + Text Posts Part 5
Logince Green Screen Junk
R&P Fan Cast
Sanders Sides + Text Posts Part 6
Sanders Sides + Text Posts Part 7
LNTAO 5th Anniversary
1st Anniversary Of Into The Unknown
Duality of Man Oct 2023
Equally Stupid Royality
Lee Calls BS
Roman Heels
Logan’s Birthday Message 2023
November Meme (Mean Months)
Inside Out 2 Anxiety
My Roommate Is Hades B99 Meme
Logan Pics Different Looks
Dreamy Thomas (floral shirt 2020)
Janus Shirt (Literally Don’t Care)
Fandom Ranking Tumblr 2023
Happy 4th Kill In The Blank/Detective Sanders
Scott Pilgrim Meme
When Logan Is Roman’s Secret Santa (Nov 23 Patreon Livestream)
Helios/Janus Lore Olympus Vol 5
Spamb0t Meme
Ncuti Sides
Sanders Sides All The Extras 4
What’s Going On In My Head Meme
Cool Dad Far Side Mug (Short)
The Smile The Reason Meme (Logince)
Mindpalace Lilly’s Birthday Dec 19
TS CHARACTER BIRTHDAY LIST 2023
The Smile/ The Reason (platonic anxceit)
I’m Featured Fander/Perfect Gift Reaction Video
Lego Fortnite Livestream Shoutout Dec 2023
Janus Hoodie (yellow skull flowers)
Incorrect Quotes Meme
New Banner 2024
Just Minding Your Own Business meme
Surrounded By Idiots (Logan Book)
Back To The Grind (WTIT Meme)
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Halrë Vatari
Halrë only ever knew Gondolin as he was too young to remember much about his actual home, despite having been born in Aman. His family came from a line of Blacksmiths/Weapon-crafters but they were secretive and often known as mysterious, for they tended to work alone. After losing all of his family through the years, he became more isolated out of his work, only really interacting with Turgon and Glorfindel.
A wanderer by nature, he returned from his travels at the request of his King to help primarily with the weapons for the Last Alliance. Not many actually knew what his true name was, for he went only by Ihain. Although he preferred working in the forges, Halrë was a dual sword user and his height meant that he often saw attackers long before they actually saw him.
“Sometimes being yourself is more difficult than expected, especially with no memories.”
After Sauron’s defeat, no one saw him again and it was often thought that he had died in battle like so many others. That was proven wrong in T.A. 830 when he was found near the Grey Havens with amnesia and nothing but the tools of a blacksmith on him. It was also documented by the healers that when asked what he remembered, Halrë could only shrug and say that all he recalled was fighting, gate of hell (Black Gate), an alliance of Men and Elves, before pain and just nothing afterwards.
Although Cirdan recognised him, his name was lost to time and his own lack of memories. He couldn’t exactly go around being called Ihain though, so in recognition of many thinking that he was just a ghost at first, the Grey Haven elves called him Ferne.
Basic
TRUE NAME Halrë Vatari
MEANING/S Halla = Tall | Rë = Wanderer | Varne = wild | Tary* = crafter
NICKNAMES lhain = Free in old Noldorin | Half feral blacksmith
ALIAS Ferne Olorel - due to amnesia
AGE Not known precisely but younger then Glorfindel
DATE OF BIRTH Evening before the Trees were destroyed
PLACE OF BIRTH Aman
RACE Elf | Noldor
GENDER & PRONOUNS Male | He/him
ORIENTATION Demi
THREAT LEVEL Isn’t one to annoy.
Physical
HEIGHT 7ft5
WEIGHT It tends to fluctuate depending on how long he’s been in his workshop and has forgotten to eat.
EYE COLOUR Slate grey at first | But over time, his eyes started to reflect and eventually became the colour of silver.
HAIR COLOUR Midnight black with random streaks of white | Straight & falls to his waist when loose. Generally tied back so he can see what he’s doing in the forge.
DOMINANT HAND Right
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES His height is what people notice first. Then his eyes.
SCAR(S) Various little scars & burn marks due to being a blacksmith. Scar running across his chest from right shoulder to left hip. Multitude of different sized scars across his back, gained during the years he was thought to be dead.
Background & Misc
HOMETOWN Gondolin | The only true home he would ever have
CURRENT RESIDENCE The road
LANGUAGE(S) Westron, Sindarin & sign language
PAST RELATIONSHIP Kirya Ilmalire | mother to the twins & his partner from T.A 1000 until her death in T.A 2971
CHILD(REN) Taenil Ilmalire & Teldran Ilmakalle (Twins)
ANIMAL COMPANION White mountain wolf | He saved it as a cub & it followed him ever since.
CRAFT: Blacksmith | Family heritage
HOBBIES Travelling, teaching, sketching, Whittling wooden figures and flutes
ELEMENT Earth
MAIN WEAPONS Two nearly 7ft swords
SECONDARY WEAPONS Knives and daggers
Personality
MORAL ALIGNMENT Neutral | more Dark then Light but rarely shows it
TEMPERAMENT Patient, calm, natural peacekeeper although rather isolated | Taenil has his temperament
ANGER Much like a hurricane | Slow to build but you’d better hide once he hits his limit
LIKES Wandering, seeing his sons, camping under the stars, visiting the Longbeard Dwarves & helping with children
DISLIKES People being silly near the forges, his lack of memories, being disturbed whilst he’s working on a project & slave traders.
QUIRKS Hides unusually well in the shadows for someone of his height
DRINKS Rarely | Isn’t that fond of alcohol.
SELF DESTRUCTIVE? No. Unless you count forgetting to eat and sleep while working on projects | Would prefer to put himself in danger than others
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Trying to get over my irrational fear of posting original content on the internet so take some old sketches of comic panels I did back in December ish
(The random coloured bits are because I write down all of my silly little thoughts in my sketchbook and I don’t think the internet needs that)
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