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randomyuu · 8 months

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there's a lover in the story, but the story's still the same

Ahh, don’t you love it when fear motivates your drawing mood? (not really)

That’s what I felt reading the scene that is drawn below. It’s fear for Yuuji but also feeling excited picturing an emotionless teen!Gojou so here I am. Always down bad for Vox’s Goyuu fics, aren’t I? *sighs*

Welp, here we go.

Title: there’s a lover in the story, but the story’s still the same

Author: @voxofthevoid

Second fic of the series there’s a lover in the story, but the story’s still the same

Pairing YuuGo, NSFW, please read the tags carefully before giving it a read... the usual drill ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

!!! SPOILER FOR THE FIC !!!

Highly recommend you guys to read them first. Or not, it’s up to you honestly :v

Usually I would gush about the fic but I’ve already done that under the fic itself so I just want you to know this comic is solely carried by me wanting to draw the ticking time bomb called teen!Gojou-post-discussion-with-adult!Ieiri. You could probably guess what they’re talking about :”)

The fear for Yuuji’s well-being started this, but Satoru’s cold eyes kept me going. I can’t get rid of it from my mind lmao

You can say drawing these kind of expressions is my jam (￣▽￣)

I hope I did Satoru’s emotions justice haha

A bit of my thoughts and doodle below. Unhinged maybe, it’s midnight, I got more work to do after this, and my brain cells are barely hanging on. Haha I'm living the life-

I AM STILL REELING FROM THE FACT I MANAGED TO GET THIS DONE.

There are so many things I want to talk about in the process of making this. But after I typed it out, most of them sounded so unnecessary so I rewrote it a few times. I tried to make this as short as possible lmao

Typesetting and sketching are the roughest parts of this project. During these stages, I kept feeling everything I did wasn’t doing the scene enough justice, and it was frustrating. As I planned this project, I read a few doujins and noticed the font types scanlation teams use. There are so many of them, and each helped convey the tone of each image. Felt like crying when I realised I’m not knowledgeable enough to apply good typesetting, ngl. And then the interior design. Fuck, the frustration is so real. I am absolutely clueless about this kind of thing. Tracing lots of references because I have no perception of space makes me feel even worse. I knew first times rarely create a masterpiece, but I was not satisfied with my accomplishment and the feeling of failing to fulfil my own expectations hurt.

BUT.

Thank goodness most of the things I need to draw are Shouko, Yuuji and Satoru. Because dear g o d drawing them healed me. I found so much comfort in drawing Shouko’s long hair and Satoru’s eyes and drowning Yuuji in an oversized hoodie. The comfort zone of character drawing never feels so real lmaooo

Drawing them was so effective that I can look back at the backgrounds with acceptance. Hey, I did it! Not perfect just yet, but I did it!

Haha I feel like I’m losing my mind. I don’t know if it’s in a good way or a bad way. Guess I do have one or two screws loose.

Only for Yuuji lmao

(nah I just need sleep, or cooling down from the rush of having finished this)

It might come off as a surprise if you’ve only seen my art on Tumblr, but I’ve always preferred to draw feminine-leaning ladies. I’ve always loved drawing their curves, whether it’s the figure, the clothes, or the (long) hair. But I’ve grown to like drawing masculine gentlemen as well with their sharp edges and straight lines, and now my ladies start to look more androgynous lmao

Anyway, I was pretty stoked to be able to draw adult!Ieiri! I… I kind of miss drawing long hair so here have some more before you go on your day ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

#yuu's art #jjk-fic-fanart #jjk-ship #五悠 #goyuu #goyu #5u #gojou x yuuji #I'll see you sometime later #if real life lets me haha #:")

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bluginkgo · 5 months

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"Nice Corpse House My Guy" Remastered Behind Scenes!

The most glaring and obviously annoying thing that's evident in this comic- if you even wanna call it that- are the god forsaken BACKGROUNDS. There was a lot of experimentation going on for backgrounds here. Because the first couple pictures, THAT is what I used to draw backgrounds as. Trees are sticks and grass is flat. I realized that wasn't gonna cut it. I didn't like it at all. So I started experimenting and boy was it messy. It finally sorta settled on the style by the end of the comic. I'm still unhappy with it, but it'll have to do for now.

Here's a small comparison

One thing that I ran into was how I was gonna show that N was in his "killer mode." I could have placed the X's over the pupils, but found it unnatural looking in my style. So instead, it was settled to a concentrated light in the pupils.

Best seen between these two. The second N snaps out of it, the X/light in his pupils disappears, and the normal light returns to his eyes, which is similar to Uzi's.

Another thing I started slowly including was Uzi's little tooth on her beak.

The jutting out portion on her beak is a personal touch. Although it doesn't really matter, I included it to separate her from the rest of the "worker drones." Seen as she's an absolute solver host and has a solver form, something was going to creep up in her crow design, hence the little teeth. Doll would have them too, given I draw her in the form I've been thinking about.

Another thing I ran into, was WHAT WAS UZI GONNA TAKE N DOWN WITH?! This is a bird vs. a dog! No way was a bird gonna decommission a whole dog! Then this scene came up in my recent rewatch of Murder Drones.

And it clicked. Loooong long time ago, I had a very specific hyperfixation: birds. One thing I learned that some pigeons do, was they're capable of doing a somersault. And in mid-air, too!

I was finally set. The SICK AS HELL RAILGUN was downgraded to a simple piece of shiny glass/pebble that attracted Uzi- and crows love shiny things. And the same pebble will be used to launch at N's sensor that made him trip over. Because I was also not going to draw N doggo losing his head. I love gorey and bloody shows and art- hence why I watched Murder Drones- but I honestly had no idea how to recreate that, and I suck at drawing gore in general, I mean, did you SEE the crow N was chewing on? That was my best try honestly.

Here are some progress shots and how the layers worked in the scene where N is bonked with a stick.

As per usual, start with a sketch, this is actually 2nd sketch. The first is much rougher, just some circles and random shapes to outline his body form.

Then, this is all outlined and rendered. Along with some additions like the stick and the little rock.

The background was the hardest, aside from some weird angles I picked to draw Uzi and N at. I suck at backgrounds, like I've mentioned many times before. So, this needed a lot of testing and experimenting. Most of this works because I found some cool brushes to use. But aside from that, I honestly still don't like how it looks. It's slightly better than my stick trees and flat grass though, I guess.

Put it all together, add a black layer to simulate nighttime, put some lights to show moonlight through trees and voila, you've got an N doggo that got bonked by a stick! I see this project/comic mostly as practice and testing. Background testing mostly, and some brushes. The background/brush testing actually spilled over into another post of the solver Uzi I made a bit back. I'd say I was pretty happy how it turned out, but brush wise, I was going to test around a little more.

NUzi comic 'Sleep' is my next project. Uhhh, don't ask me when I'm gonna have it out, I have no idea. I'm guessing sometime end of Jan and beginning of Feb. But that might be delayed seeing as Murder Drones ep7 should be out sometime soon too, so I'll need to go crazy about that for a bit and then I'll go back to my usual thing ^_^ 'Sleep' will take place still between the Pilot and Heartbeat.

P.S. I have all 26 pages story boarded... good god what happened to the 'mini' part of the comic 😭

Anyways, why are you still here?! Have a cookie ^_^ you made it! Have a nice day now, bye bye <3

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aerkame · 1 year

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Finfolk AU question:

If the potion to make you a finman requires blood, ritualistic style, what other rituals or events might take place on the island?

Surprisingly, almost every neighbor has gotten into the habit of potion-making. But it's mostly Wally and Howdy. Everyone has their own way of doing things. BUT aside from potions of transformation and binding spells, most potions brewed on the island include...

The classic love potion (self explanatory), invisibility, enhancement of a finman/woman's powers, sleep aid or just straight up a sleep potion, a potion that allows the drinker to see into someone's dreams, mind reading, strength potion, truth serum, protection spell, transmutation (finfolk can shapeshift, but this allows them to become a whole other species), and much more. Basically they can make anything they want.

Wally loves to experiment on his own with potions, sometimes Frank watches and takes notes, but it's usually just Wally on his own with the potion-making or rituals...

The rituals are more complicated. There are many that can be performed, and many that can cause great harm to the world. All from a book handed down to Wally from Home that only he can read. The words on the pages are all in a language not understood by anyone else and the rituals themselves are confusing at times.

Two of the most used rituals are that of binding ones. The binding of two souls to one another or binding a soul to the islands of Home.

Howdy on the other hand helps quite a lot considering that he's poisonous (literally), and when someone or several people on the mainland start getting too nosy they've gotta go. Whether it be by sudden illness within a group of puppets or a mysterious death by poison, the finfolk of Home always find a way to get the job done.

Usually the more fatal potions and poisons made are made by Howdy whose gotten pretty handy at the craft using various ingredients, exotic/unknown fish, and his own poison.

They don't usually go the poison route all the time though, that's only when a target is either not a normal puppet (like a fae, angel, werewolf, or whatever other creatures exist on mainland) or the target has too many eyes on them (like someone famous or well-known). They have to worry about other creatures, not just normal puppets. But usually none can match even a weak finman.

Notes for anatomy practice (if anyone is interested):

Use real life references to know where muscles exist. You can draw them however you want after getting the hang of things but keep in mind that inrl anatomy is your base for drawing characters.

If a character has 4 arms, make sure the back muscles are wider or lower the top shoulders. Not all of those arms can fit into one normal-sized back.

Even the slab of mysterious fish meat had a references that I used. You can also use the same logic of just cutting a box in half. The shape stays the same, but the inside is cut off in the same shape.

Note after posting:

I will make some sketches and a short writing for what events do take place on the island of Home.

#woohoo more anatomy practice #I was gonna draw Julie buff because of how strong finfolk are supposed to be-#welcome home #welcome home au #finfolk #finfolk au #welcome home finfolk au #welcome home finfolk #art #my art #howdy pillar #wally darling #welcome home wally darling #welcome home howdy pillar

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emerxshiu · 2 months

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rat brainrot going hard

sorry for not posting this week, i was cooking some stuff but this drawing took almost the entire week to do, worst part, it was a shitpost

i still dont know why this took me so much

so uh, almost all my drawings this week have been related to this two(and lis) so much so that i struggled because i wanted to draw other things so i would just stare at a blank sheet of paper for over half an hour, god that was torture, tho i dont mind drawing the sillies, sometimes it gets a bit boring drawing the same over and over y'know? im also going to take this as an opportunity to ramble about my forgo gijinka, because surprisingly i hadnt done that yet.

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ok now to actually talk about the wet rat

ive tried doing a gijinka of em since i joined the fandom (my first gijinka was fecto elfilis (well not really they were fnaf, but i mean when i got into kirby and when i started using the term gijinka))

but most of the time it just looked like elfilin but like...evil, with a different ear and a hospital gown, thats it, so i barely drew them since i didnt like that, but on february, i actually sketched an idea that i liked, and thought it looked cute but a bit off (i mean off in a good way)

(yes im posting this image again because i think its the best drawing of my forgo (im very inconsistent with my style ok))

they have their eyes closed most of time, like in game, i considered giving them legs but i ended up with the tail, since i didnt want to end up with like a fourth evil elfilin, the arms are like that so i can have em be small and weird like in the actual game, but i also made it so they can like change it, that way i can make em have hands and stuff if necessary (like to hold that frying pan for example)

not sure if a lot of you notice it but um, bro has no neck, i took away his neck privileges, i did it just to see but i ended up falling in love with that and stuck around, and also that allows me to draw them bending their head like in the drawing above because their neck isnt necking and i like that, i like being able to draw characters doing stuff that shouldnt be anatomically possible or is abnormal (i did something a bit similar with void) thair clothes are rugged because well forgotten land you know what i mean, but in general theyre actually pretty simple

i also did the drawing in digital

i tried doing very sketchy lineart, i tried a new brush in this one and thats the one im using for my last drawings (not sure if anyone noticed the brush change) it was pain painting it because i did it all with the brush in the same size, not changing it, god did my hands hurt and it was a bad idea

i accidentaly downloaded the following 3 drawings twice lol

sleepy zzzz

i think they would wear something like this to sleep, i dunno i just wanted to draw em in something cute, and sleepy, with elfilin slippers (the mug also has elfilin btw) oh and also i like changing their hair, here one of their long bangs is tied into a bow, kinda like callie from splatoon, i have some drawing im probably wont post, one more of forgo wich looks very much like the upper one but like eyes closed, and one of fecto elfilis gyaru because my sister asked me to draw them like that, bad thing is i didnt look up references on gyaru since i couldnt use my phone at the moment, i did like the hair i did for them in that one tho, they have their bangs tied up in a bun, and then left the rest loose, making it look longer than it actually is. i might redraw it, but actually looking up gyaru so i can make something more accurate, i like the style, but im not too informed on it

elfilin being silly like a kitty :p

not much more to say on this, just sillines :3

there is totally not a cropped drawing there

based on the kirby manga, where they make it so elfilis sings really bad, at first i didnt like it that much since i had imagined they'd sign great, but after i while i started to find it a bit cute so now its a headcanon, they like to sing but suck at it.

writing this just made me remember i wanted to do another drawing too for this with kirby and them singing, but i forgot to do it, im kinda tired (and its late) ill probably draw it, but for next post or another one

tried drawing fecto forgo as a plushie, silly.

i wanna learn how to sew so i can make plushies of characters (like prince fluf!) but im way too lazy, i will get around it some day! (hopefully)

elfilin too as a plush

i also wanna learn to sculpt, i tried doing a clay kirby once, but one his feet broke in half, and one day my mom put it in a box, and his eyes fell off and stuck to the box :(

i really wanna do figures for characters i like or dont have enough merch or my ocs (prince fluff, flamberge, fecto elfilis)

but as i said, im way too lazy and unmotivated, though its be nice, one day, maybe one day if i stop procrastinating

it doesnt have the same ring to it as "feto rata mojada alien" wich is how my sister and i call them (she doesnt know that much about kirby, but i sometimes show her my drawings (reluctantly sometimes, but im the older so like >:) she has too if she wants to show me her stuff too))

silly rat and wet rat, thats how i call em (because wet rat alien fetus is too long sometimes)

you can tell the brainrot was too strong (were near done(kinda))

they gain a mouth whenever i fell like it very much

artblock hit, and all the rest of pages i stared at them for 30 minutes

it felt weird looking at my fecto elfilis with the eyes so big, it looked off (in a weird way)

dunno, tried drawing them in a different pose i i dunno really

i think these are from tuesday. i did more but those were oc (mostly splatoon) or other kirby character related, and i want this to be a rat post (might post those tommorow or another day maybe)

i dunno (x2), i tried drawing elfilin like elfilis, i really liked the hands here. i still struggle a bit with anatomy but i think this was quite good for my usual character just stading looking at the front or a quarter profile. im considering making this into a fully digital drawing, what do i say by considering im actually doing that fuck it, i just think it looks kinda cool

"This new creation, driven by pure chaos, was defeated by the bright light of Kirby's hope."

Chaos Elfilis reminds me of a moth. kirby's hope is a bright light.

you can see my thought process. i just thought itd be a bit cute and kinda silly and funny.

the kirby fandom wiki, said that chaos elfilis looked akin to a moth, and it just stuck with me, so i wanted my gijinka of them to be moth inspired, and thats when i saw just how cute moths are! i mean im still a bit scared of insects but at least now i kinda like em.

i feel like i need to say sorry to that one moth i desintegrated in a matter of seconds with a book because i thought it was an spider and didnt think (im so sorry little guy)

but ah yeah elfilis, moth, it made sense to me since chaos elfilis has the soul of morpho knight, who is a butterfly, and moths are kinda like butterflies too. and i thought itd be cute

so uh yeah i sometimes like making my chaos elfilis be a bit like a moth, that includes liking light, a lot, so uh kirby is like a lamp in here because i said so

now to talk about the desing since for some reason i hadnt earlier, as i said before, they are very moth inpired so uh im might say that word way too many times (im sorry i suck at explaining stuff)

their horns are thinner to resemble moth anntenae, and they curve just because i thought it look cool, and to differentiate it a bit from fecto elfilis. their bangs tie into a bun (i forgot to draw that but i dont wanna go and change it now, way too tiredv man and i still have to post this on other places) the bun looks a bit like an eye, because well, they are basically a soul boss, and moths have things in their wings that look like eyes, btw chaos elfilis doesnt have their wings here because i got lazy and i didnt want them to like cover most of the drawing. the things coming from their bun are like the trhee things theyve got in their head, theyre shaped like that to resemble insects legs a bit, fecto elfilis also had the 3 things (i dunno how to call em sorry) as their eyelashes, but chaos elfilis has just white eyelashes, because the bun already has the 3 things and because my morpho has white eyelashes so (i still havent done my morpho gijinka yet, i just know im gonna give the butterfly some white eyelashes cuz cute and pretty grimm reaper) the rest of the hair is shaped into like a ponytail but like, adn shaped, with whats left shaped like a lil moth

the waistband they have is a nod to morpho, they used to have a bow shaped just like the butterfly morpho appears as, but i took it out because i thought it crowded the design way too much, and also because it was too on the nose. the arms have those golden things because my fecto has it and because my og chaos elfilis gijinka had them so i wanted to bring it back, the hand fades into white because the red in the hand wasnt hard to distinguish so i came up with that to make it easier to see.

the red part of the pants are actually a bit fuzzy akin to a moth and the white part has those stripes to loke like insect stuff because y'know akin to a moth. the boots are like the red part in their legs their model in-game has, so i just made em tall boots, the high heels? originally it was platform just ike my fecto but then i wanted to draw them in high heels when i was slightly redoing chaos elfilis, and welp, i loved it and now theyve got high heels. those rings around the ankle are inspired by the ones leaongar has around their arm. also can you tell anatomy is not my strong suit? and that i dont draw high heels often?

i made a slight change in my kirby, making the sleeves be a different color, since the one he had before i felt was way too white, and i wanted to have more saturation in it

i also forgot but elfilin is supposed to wear that during forgotten land, and then i decided that after the anding of the main story he changes clothes, but i forgot about that while doing this so he has his pre-ending clothes (also because i still cant really decide on their second outfit for the post-game)

god im so tired i wanna talk and show more drawings but o shit im sweating why is it so hot in here

um thank you for reading all the unnecessary long rambles about why i do certain stuff in my gijinkas, i appreciate it a lot (im still sorry about writing walls upon walls of text but i just cant help it)

Jambuhbye! :D

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rainbow-flavoured-skittles · 3 months

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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

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.

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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well, to indulge myself i'm writing this post to ramble and share a bit of my Gahan barbarian!au. it's going to be a bit of a long post i think, we'll see.

i saw noel's post about their gladiator!yohan & prince!gaon (check it here!) and it makes me miss writing the arranged marriage barbarian!au i have, it only has what.. 3 or 4 chapters I think. you can read it here.

i've always been fascinated by the visuals of medieval, historical, period era. even post apocalyptic future settings like Horizon Zero games franchise.

i think i started au bcs i've played too much Assassin's Creed Valhalla— i haven't finished it yet, too preoccupied with Monster Hunter World— but i have sketched my female Eivor several times in my sketchbook. this was when i'm curious and interested enough to draw human but haven't fully grasped the gesture, anatomy, shapes and all. i usually draw what i take interest on and it helps me tremendously, to keep on learning and push through my frustrations.

and of course.. my Gahan brainrot picked it up. hence the barbarian!au for TDJ born

i have sketches of Gahan in this au, i think i've shared them here too but i'll re-share here. it doesn't catch many eyes, i admit it's a bit of a bummer but I like the idea anyway. I used to imagined them before I went to sleep, now it's idol/celeb!gaon x mysterious husband!yohan that's occupying my mind. but anyways! here are the sketches.

1st sketch is me trying to see his body proportion in viking/barbarian attire. the upper left sketch was me wanting to see modern Yohan stripping off his clothes ig haha.. anyways, between Gaon/Jinyoung and Yohan/Jisung, it's VERY difficult to nail down his face. less lines doesn't resembles him at all and add some more lines he looks too realistic to my simplified version of Gaon/Jinyoung. it was hard trying to find the balance for these characters to be in the same picture and look like they belong in the same style. i want to do Yohan/Jisung's pretty face justice but i still struggled in this sketches. i think this was 2021? 2022?

2nd sketch— his long protruding neck lmao i haven't fully grasped how a person can pose naturally but it came out as if he has turtle neck syndrome going on. well done Yohan! you are a turtle apparently according to my hand. all jokes aside, this was me attempting to paint his face bcs i never really attempted to paint gahan. i doodled and sketched more than i paint/rendering and i'm on my way to learn more of rendering daily if possible, alongside with my daily sketches. you can also see i've tried to give some color to his attire and some medallion or such. do you see a braid there? i will get there, the braid is something significant in this story ;)

3rd sketch is basically me planning out his character design as a barbarian/viking chief. you can see bits of references cuts here and there, took me quite some time bcs i just started to really try my hands on concept character design properly— i love cloaks and capes and vikings has exactly just that, and the winter times are especially my favorite type of attire on them so i thought why not give Yohan polar bear fur as his official formal attire while still flaunting his wonderful body to the world be it summer or winter lmao. here's where you know it's fantasy. i'm sure people back then drink ales and what not to keep their body warm so they can go bare-chested in winter even but i'm sure the day after that they will regret it. but i make Yohan and his clan to have special abilities for living in cold places. doesn't mean i don't make them wear winter attire but this is only bcs i want him to be bare-chested xD the one I post here was before i dabble on the sketch a bit more. hopefully one day i can share it again with more updates for this au.

now.. onto Gaon's sketches.

he's a Prince in this story. his parents, the King and the Queen, arranged a marriage for him for political reasons. but they have special reasons as to why they pick Yohan, aside from political purposes, to be their son's betrothed and gave him away to Yohan's barbarian clan.

1st sketch (ignore the upper left, that's Jinyoung from his other drama). i want to see him in medium and long hair length. there's a purpose to this. he has his canon Gaon hairstyle when he was the Prince in the palace. but with time and some adjustments living with Yohan and his barbarian clan rubs off on him. perhaps it's due to that, or he's grown tired to cut it off again and again (he has no one to groom him properly now unlike in the palace), practical reason is to maintain heat around his neck while in winter, or it's his idea of adapting and blending in with the enemy. you can't blame him for being wary. he's whisked away from his comfort place and home and married off to a fearsome and famous barbarian on the land at that time, almost willingly got raped by Yohan on 1st chapter (yes, you read that right). other reasons why he grows his hair, as i mentioned the culture rubs off on him, is something to do with the hair braiding too. and personal reason is that i want to see pretty Gaon in long hair lol

2nd sketch on the left was him on early days on Yohan's fur beddings. the right was him perhaps laughing out loud by some surprising and amusing thing Yohan said after living with him for some months, you can see the different hair length there. gosh he looks unalive in here lol idk why.. my sketches were still rigid here

3rd sketch is them after establishing a genuine intimate relationship and Yohan has to be away to fend off some unexpected visitors. unfortunately it cost Yohan some of his men's lives. but he made it back to his clan and his betrothed. i make it as if Gaon was anxious waiting for him and one of the barbarian shouted for Yohan's arrival and he ran immediately. lunged at Yohan perhaps, the barbarian Chief managed to catch him but didn't quite have the strength to carry them both upright as the weariness sinks into him post battle & adrenaline wearing off of him. he's home now, in Gaon's arms.

now.. the hair braiding.

barbarians/viking has long hair and braids on their hair. styled cascading down or up into a pony tail or a mohawk and such. idk if this is historically correct but i'm winging most of this anyway but the idea of braids in this story is that it's significant to lovers. it's a mark between special intimate relationship (like lovers, spouses, soulmates). one can have a braid or braid their lover's hair should they wish to, it's very intimate and special for them. jeweleries might have certain status symbol for them and their ranks but I also prefer these barbarians have something simple to symbolize their intimacy. something that can get overlooked but enough for their significant other to know (and some people) what it means.

I like the idea of Yohan having accessories for his attire but his hair is clean from braids. clearly it's saying something if you've read this far and seeing my sketches for their different stages of relationship. over the years of them finally developing feelings and genuinely established a relationship, despite already being married an Gaon almost got raped by Yohan, they are lovers.

yet Yohan never really initiates anything about him wanting to have braid(s) or braiding Gaon's hair. he might have explained about what braids are to Gaon when the bambi was curious or off-handedly commented something about it. Gaon really finds out the real meaning from Yohan's ppl and he wonders why Yohan never asks or wants braids from him. then he realizes Yohan has always been respectful to him, even years after that night he almost raped him. always keeping healthy distance, outside of their sex and other intimate physical affections, he usually waits until Gaon ask first regarding intimate things. not that he never initiates things, he figures something as serius and committed as this is something Gaon wants to have an option to bail out from. they were arranged to have marriage for political reasons after all, Gaon has the freedom to not have feelings for him as long as he stays within the wedding pact rules Yohan make with the King & the Queen ( for Gaon's sake too). He never expects to have feelings for the Prince and he always keeps the option of Gaon falling out of love of him one day. it is only fair, he thinks.

but then Gaon asks him if he wants Gaon to braid his hair. the Prince never ceases to make him falter. it still shocks and amuses him, to have someone have this much effect on him. even with nervousness and blushing state Gaon is in now after uttering those words.. Yohan wonders what he has done to have this kind of luxury to have someone this precious in his arms.

and if his people noticed a single braid just near the back of his neck when wind swept his hair or if he pulls his hair into a ponytail on hot summer days? they will all grin smugly.. Yohan likes to keep it a bit hidden from view mainly bcs it's practical and he doesn't want ppl to accidentally graze it off when he's having friendly wrestle matches or axe practices. or even having people cut it off when he's at war. he doesn't hide it per se, it's visible when it's visible. Gaon smiles sweetly and adoringly when he finds this out bcs to him, it feels as if Yohan is unconsciously protecting it. protecting their relationship, protecting Gaon.

and if Gaon walks out of Yohan's tent, that days when he asks if he can braid Yohan's hair, with a braid or several on his hair? visible to everyone? the people cheer and roar in celebration. they throw a huge feast and toast to their relationship, congratulating the power couple. wishing the gods to give these two their blessings and to protect them. they're finally able to see their Chief have a partner that is equal to him. it's a memorable day

but if you think this story doesn't come with heavy angst, tears, pain and betrayal.. well think again ;))

i will stop here. thankyou for reading! i hope i can pick up this au again in my drawings & writings

#artists on tumblr #the devil judge #digital art #fris #fr wiwiw #digital illustration #gahan #kim gaon #kang yohan #fanart #tdj #the fawn and the chief #arranged marriage #i miss this au #i want to indulge myself more in this au again #but i have to focus on my drawings & commissions for now #i will come back to this au

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akito-shinonome-official · 8 months

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i have created the biggest polyamorous pjsk relationship. hear me out.

shizuneneruiemukasamafuenakanamizuhonamino

(shizuku, nene, rui, emu, tsukasa, mafuyu, ena, kanade, mizuki, honami, and minori)

each pairing is good. some better than others but still

🟣 = perfect pair

🔵 = amazing pair

🟢 = good pair

🟡 = okay pair

🟠 = makes less sense but they’re close

🔴 = probably not the closest in the polycule

(WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD)

🔵 shizunene: calm

🟡 shizuemu: emu brings excitement and shizuku is the voice of reason

🟢 shizurui: rui is ambitious and shizuku supports it

🟠 shizukasa: tsukasa is a star and shizuku is the clouds that calm it

🔵 shizumafu: they can be open with one another and are very soft also mutual angst

🔴 shizuena: ena shows shizuku all of her art and shizuku helps give advice

🟡 shizukana: shizuku promotes self care and kanade is like “pretty women tell me everything i need to know”

🟢 shizumizu: name rhyming /j + mizuki apologizes for nothing and shizuku apologizes for her

🟢 shizuhona: they bake together

🔵 shizumino: they practice & perform together, + their dynamic is so cool

🟣 emunene: child on leash + calm

🔵 nenerui: childhood friends. they know each other so well.

🟡 nenekasa: triforce of courage x triforce of wisdom

🟢 mafunene: they are both encouraging one another to Self Care

🟠 enanene: they prob don’t get along perfect but love each other all the same

🟢 nenekana: both dislike loud noises and dont sleep enough

🔵 mizunene: flirt x deadpan expression

🟢 honanene: sewing together the clothes of more.. ambitious members after they fuck them up

🔴 nenemino: minori is a performer and nene looks up to her to a healthy degree

🟣 emurui: god they are so silly. i love them

🔵 emukasa: star and wonderhoy duo. unstoppable

🟣 mafuemu: sun & moon…. they are my babies…….

🟡 emuena: emu compliments everything ena makes

🟠 emukana: emu likes to steal kanade’s tracksuits and be amazed when kanade always has an identical replacement

🟢 mizuemu: mizuki’s unbridled swag is slightly made more polite by emu’s unbridled sunshine

🟡 emuhona: they’re very similar but emu brings more energy to the table

🔵 emumino: they definitely practice together. minori helps emu with homework

🟣 ruikasa: i could go on about them. they are so silly. sun & moon. tsukasa does anything rui tells him to and with 12,000% confidence. i love them. im so normal about them

🔴 mafurui: rui tries to help even if his efforts to not always work

🟢 enarui: ena sketches everything rui talks about. they gossip about akito.

🟡 kanarui: rui brushes her hair for her. they clean together.

🟢 mizurui: i don’t like it as a standalone ship but they are very silly and bring infinite swag to the table

🟢 honarui: they give each other valuable advice all the time. they make playlists together

🔵 minorui: minori, much like tsukasa, will do almost anything rui suggests. they also learn choreographies together

🟡 mafukasa: tsukasa is toned down around mafuyu

🟢 enakasa: besties in love energy + akito gossip

🟠 kanakasa: (ONLY IN NON-KANADE TENMA AU) neither one can cook. they blow up the kitchen together

🔵 mizukasa: mizuki shows tsukasa elaborate tricks she learned when she used to do gymnastics

🟢 honakasa: trying to learn to cook. honami eats tsukasa’s food and acts as though it’s good even when it’s not

🔵 minokasa: they are the stars ever!! 🌟🌟

🟢 mafuena: they sit in silence apart from bouncing ideas off one another.

🟣 kanamafu: they both try to self care and they both kinda suck at it but are trying still!!!

🟡 mizumafu: ponytail girlies.. pretty women..

🟠 honamafu: calm + angst garnish

🔴 minomafu: minori is a bit too loud but they love each other still

🟢 enakana: determined and focused

🟣 mizuena: sassy bitches

🔵 enahona: angst + feral animal x normal person

🟢 enamino: minori’s dynamic poses are the perfect muse!

🟣 mizukana: academic & project geniuses

🔵 honakana: fruit picking lovers. soft

🟠 minokana: kanade is inspired by minori’s fast beat music compared to her own

🔵 honamizu: encouragement while honami tries to bake

🟢 minomizu: dumbasses

🟡 honamino: tropical bird energy /pos

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ryuichirou · 2 months

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And an update on Ko-fi situation: our page got republished and is once again available! Thank fuck Jesus yikes.

Alright, replies replies! Some related to our drawings, some related to our hcs about Lilia and the Tweels …

Anonymous asked:

Finny is such a cute puppy 😭❤️

He really is <3 He needs more appreciation, I think, he’s a good pup.

Anonymous asked:

I'm gonna be a huge perv and feel free to ignore this. But when Ciel said come....I thought there would be something else in his hands instead 🫣

After all good puppies come when told!

Also I'm not super familiar with how you see SebCiel but I also thought of another place where he could 'come' 😔

I KNEW IT I knew someone would comment on that! Thank you, Anon lol There are several ways to interpret this command, so Ciel really should have known better!

We ship these two! So who knows, maybe if Finny wasn’t present……… 🤔

(also to address your other ask: no worries whatsoever! <3 )

irregardlessly-tish asked:

What was the first twisted ship that caught your attention and which one would you say is your most recent ship in the fandom? 👀

Oh good question!

Our first twst ship is Azul/Idia. These two were pretty much the reason we fell into this fandom in the first place. Our very first twst posts here are fanart of these two, and we weren’t even sure we’d be getting this invested in twst back then. We kind of thought we’d just post a couple of things and move on 😭 Who knew.

Our most recent ship… has to be Crewel/Deuce, right? It’s hard to tell because this is one of the ships we’ve been talking about here and there, but it’s been just about a month since we’ve posted them for the first time.

Anonymous asked:

A little critique for fem!Lilia, I think there’s not really much physical differences between fem!Lilia and original Lilia, so as a way to avoid confusion, maybe you could try giving fem!Lilia a different hairstyle like short pigtails, cause I always imagine fem!Lilia having them, or maybe a low tied bun similar to the three good fairies from sleeping beauty. Don’t get me wrong, I love your fem twst art, but it’s just a bit tricky to tell fem!Lilia and male!Lilia apart.

But that was the entire point, Anon. Even before posting the sketches of the girls I’ve said a couple of times: I really like the idea of fem!Lilia looking pretty much the same as the original Lilia. It’s supposed to be confusing – that’s the comedy and the interesting part of it, at least to me. I love that it’s tricky to tell them apart, just like with Idia, whose baggy clothes hide her entire body.

Who knows, maybe she used to have a low tied bun when she was living in a forest with Silver. But maybe she didn’t 🤷 I feel like Lilia’s hair isn’t a commitment – she does whatever she feels like doing, just like the original Lilia. And I just happen to love it when her hair is identical to male!Lilia.

Funny enough, I think I drew the original Lilia with pigtails a couple of times lol

m1lk-n-cook1es asked:

Any Lilia/Epel headcanons?

Sorry, Anon; while we don’t mind them as a ship, we are not into them enough to have a proper hc list :(

Anonymous asked:

So, i was wondering what would happen if someone were to break the hearts of Floyd and Jade. Like, imagine the Tweels (either together or separated) genuinely falling in love with someone, only for that certain someone to break their hearts.

Why am i mentioning this? Easy, i would love to see how "Dark" and "messed up" the situation would go if that were to happen, like what would happen to that poor fool who broke their hearts?

Remember that one infamous line jade delivered in chapter 4? "If i were to be betrayed by someone the way you were. I'd lash out with torrent of unmitigated verbal abuse to break them down mentally, then bind them and drag them beneath the waves." I would LOVE to see that, honestly.

Anon! Sorry for the late reply.

That Jade quote still lives in our heads as a reminder that we should definitely do something about it, because this is such a juicy piece of Jade’s personality, but we never get to using it to its full potential. One day we will..! Still, we think about it pretty often. It’s a pretty good indicator of just how much Jade (and presumably Floyd as well) would hate the feeling of betrayal. We always talk about Azul being the most yandere-coded because of how petty he is and how unforgiving he is, but Jade and Floyd probably aren’t much better. Their only advantage is that they don’t get as attached as Azul does (and he isn’t someone who gets easily attached either, so that’s saying something). Which in a way makes the betrayal scenario even worse for these two: if they end up actually getting attached to someone and that person backstabs them, well it’s over for that poor fool indeed lol

It could happen to one of them or to either of them, and honestly a lot of it depends on who betrayed them. How close they were, what kind of relationship they had… But in general, I feel like Jade didn’t lie when he said about dragging someone beneath the waves. I think these two might actually drown a person, then force the guy to drink a potion that allows him to breather underwater, tie him to a pole in an abandoned ship and leave him there in the cold darkness of the ocean, unable to die or move. And then they would come back from time to time to torment this person, maybe torture him, maybe just bully him a bit, maybe rape him. But always, always come back just in time before the potion’s effect wears off to force him to drink more of it. And then, after a couple of months of this life of nothing but loneliness, terrifying underwater ghost haunting and eel torment, they would suddenly stop appearing, as if they got bored and got over it. Just so that person doesn’t get too used to relying on them bringing the potion to keep him alive and all.

I can see this type of scenario for either Idia or Riddle, but it would be a bit different for both of them, I think. And of course, this is just one of millions of other options…

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eepster22 · 1 year

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Lockwood and Co. Headcanons: Lockwood Edition

No spoilers until 2nd half of post

He has ADHD and dyslexia

He's in love with Lucy, but like also sometimes I think he could be asexual.

High pain tolerance to physical stuff (stab wounds, burns, electrical chair torture, etc.) but is absolutely a baby when it comes to colds. Has the worst man flu anyone's ever seen

Is kinda vain tbh. If he gets injured the first thing he wants to know is if it will leave a cool scar or not

He knows when people are flirting with him but acts like he is oblivious.

He idolizes his family more than anything. This includes his current family of Lucy and George

Doesn't really have any hobbies that are unghost or unbusiness related, which is not healthy! He used to listen to his parents' research a lot though, and through them he also took an interest in historical weapons. However, since their deaths, it's been too painful for him to pursue those interests.

Related to the no hobbies thing, he'll follow Lucy and George around like a lost puppy when he's bored. George will often tell him to get lost though if he's researching something, so he'll end up following Lucy around more often. He can be a bit of an annoying puppy too, often distracting her from her sketches to get a rise out of her

He cannot cook. Dear lord he cannot cook to save his life. He is banned from the kitchen.

He also claims to be a fully qualified doctor, but he is also terrible at first aid.

He can play a musical instrument of some kind, maybe even multiple. I could see him playing piano or violin. If he plays piano, it's because his parents forced him to take lessons when he was younger. He didn't enjoy the lessons at the time, but after they passed, he found music to be cathartic. He mainly plays classical, moody songs. When George moved in, he stopped playing because he wasn't quite ready to share that vulnerable side of himself yet. He would sneak and play when he was sure both of them were out of the house. Maybe after season 1/The Whispering Skull Lucy or George could coax him to play in front of them. Same sort of thing if he plays violin.

He tells corny dad jokes. I cannot tell you why, but I just know that he does.

He can be pretty moody sometimes and that's when he'll just disappear outside for a few hours. However, he knows he's got this kind of mysterious persona, so if he hasn't disappeared in a while he'll just do it for the aesthetic 💅

He knew George from school he attended when he was younger, but he wasn't friends with him and honestly found him a bit weird. He ran into George right as he was fired from Fittes though, and recognizing his talent (and also the skull he stole) decided to let him stash the skull at his house and offered him a job where he could ask as many questions as he wanted to.

He's around 6ft tall, but he's pretty skinny so he's more agile than strong really.

Lockwood's favorite time of day is sunrise. He often has trouble sleeping, and he also needs blackout curtains to block all of the death glows of London at night. So, sometimes, he watches the sunrise in the morning. Watching the death glows fade to pure light gives him hope, but he'd never tell anyone else something so sentimental.

His friends are the only thing keeping him alive at this point. His worst fear is them dying, and his second worst fear is them leaving him. He would do anything for them.

He needs so much therapy oh my god. More than anyone else in the series

Spoilers for the books below here!!!

From the books we know he knew Flo as a young agent. She was one of the agents he looked up to, especially after she beat him in that fencing competition, but he would never tell her that until it was too late and she'd become a relic woman. They became friends once they related about the losses in their life, and she taught him a few rapier tricks for a few bags or licorice.

He feels really bad for Flo, but understands that there are some things you just can't get over, so he supports her decision to be in an illegal profession even though he thought Relic men were the scum of the earth like Lucy did when he was younger. At one point she started turning to drugs and alcohol unhealthily, so he put his foot down and basically forced her to stop because she was the only person he had in the world at that point and he couldn't stand the thought of losing anyone else.

His parents were gone on research trips a lot, leaving him in the care of Jessica, but he was so young that he still loved them even if he didn't get to see them that much. Jessica resented them some for leaving her alone to take care of Lockwood instead of raising the both of them. She was kind of a sister/mother figure for him and he loved her more than anyone.

Jessica was sweet, but she also got up to a lot of teenagery stuff that Lockwood didn't know about, like drinking and weed and boyfriends. Kipps was one of said boyfriends, and was over a lot to be with Jessica. Lockwood idolized him and complimented him lots, which kind of gave Kipps some of his ego. After Jessica died, Lockwood resented Kipps for not being there and for abandoning him too, while Kipps resented Lockwood for not protecting her. Jessica had some Touch, which allowed her to sort their parents' stuff, but otherwise she had no Sight or Listening or agent training.

He and Jessica used to make flower crowns.

He has no plans for after he loses his talent because he's basically 100% sure he won't make it that far. That is, until he learns the truth behind his parents' deaths and realize that their death wasn't meaningless and that he can live his life to make sure it wasn't. (And also he has his found family to live for)

Lockwood and Holly get along pretty well in a platonic way. Holly is his only friend that appreciates the finer things in life like he does.

I wish we knew more about Gravedigger Skyes but he's literally like. Never expounded upon except that his real name is Nigel. There was so much potential there Stroud come on. Anyways Gravedigger Skyes was a family friend who was like a cool uncle to Lockwood, so when Jess died and he had nowhere left to go Skyes took the boy in. He tried to connect with Lockwood emotionally, but Lockwood just shut him out. So, he did the only thing that made the boy happy: he trained him to kill ghosts.

If we wanted to make Lockwood's backstory super tragic, maybe Gravedigger Skyes died while protecting Lockwood on a case. However, I think it's equally likely Skyes is still alive, and Lockwood left his care when he got Portland Row back and started his own agency. Lockwood is so secretive he wouldn't even tell his friends he'd been stabbed, so I feel like it's in character for Skyes to still be alive and Lockwood just like. Doesn't mention him or invite him over.

After Lucy left in the Hollow Boy, Lockwood played whatever instrument it is that he plays moodily at night for hours on end. George doesn't even tell him to stop because his playing is beautiful and he misses Lucy too.

Ok I'm gonna stop here before this becomes too long, lemme know if you want more because I could probably come up with more for him. I also plan on doing Lucy and George too! These guys are my comfort characters and I just love them. My blorbos

#lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lockwood and co.#lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co netflix #george karim #lockwood #george cubbins

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I can’t believe I forgot the drawing 😭

Lmaoooo

It’s all good its no problem at all

Full credit to la-squadra1234

Uvogins daughter-

Would be a brat, but wouldn’t be at the same time

She would definitely be very nosey

She would be a girl who lives for drama, and needs to know all of the tea

If anybody talk shit to her, she will beat the living hell out of them

She absolutely loves fighting

She is very confrontational when she wants to be

She loves make up

She absolutely adores wearing tank tops

She is always wearing some kind of tank top

She has a stealing addiction/problem

It’s not that she wants to steal, but it has just become a habit overtime

She loves going swimming

on her free time when she has nothing to do she plays video games with shalnarks daughter

She is away, is skipping school

She cringes whenever she sees her dad drinking beer because she finds beer. Disgusting

She tried beer once, and she almost threw up, it was disgusting for her

Shalnarks daughter-

She has a video game addiction

She loves to wear skirts

Her entire wardrobe consists of skirts and dresses and high heels

She is a girly girl

She loves very fancy jewellery

All of her jewellery is real diamonds gold silver everything is real

She is always wearing her favourite diamond necklace even to sleep

If she does sleep, that is

She is normally up all night playing video games

She has her own TV in her room

She hates, always having to go into the living room to play her video games

She likes to do art

She is very good at colouring

She is also very good at drawing

And sketching things

She loves to play with a skipping rope when it’s summer time

She has a bunch of body sprays and perfumes and body mist

If you pronounce her perfumes, body sprays or body mist wrong, she will correct you real quick

Like, for example if you say something like oh nice perfume, but it’s a body mist she will literally glare at you and then correct you with a attitude

She is a pretty good kid

She gets pretty good grades

She doesn’t skip school with uvogins daughter

The only relatively bad thing that she does is use her phone to either play video games during school or to text uvogins daughter

Franklin’s daughter-

She has a very unhealthy obsession with energy drinks

She is always drinking some kind of energy drink, whether it’s monster, Red Bull, rockstar, bang energy

It doesn’t matter she just loves it

She gets a perfect amount of sleep, but she always looks super tired

She is very quiet for the most part

She doesn’t talk very often, but if she has spoken to, then she will talk

She likes to write poetry

And she also likes to read poetry

She has a bunch of posters in her room

She likes old school bands like the Beatles and AC/DC

she gets very scared easily

She is not confrontational at all

She doesn’t start fights with people

And she hates having to fight anybody it just scares her so normally one of her friends end up fighting for her even though she doesn’t ask her friends to her friends are just nice enough to do it for her because her friends understand

She wears glasses and has a bunch of them

And I mean a BUNCH of them

She has a bunch of hair ties and she leaves them all over the house because she forgets about them

But the moment that she doesn’t have her favourite purple one

It’s game over for everybody

She will literally get so sad and emotional over it for no apparent reason nobody knows why, but it just happens so make sure that she doesn’t lose her purple hair tie

That’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed as much I did writing this. This was really fun. I honestly love doing headcannons because it’s one of the easiest things to do in my opinion and I can just write anything that comes to my mind down immediately!

Thank you so much for the request

I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!

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The Door that was Never Supposed to be Opened.

Chapter 4: A Bird in a Cage

{Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3}

{A/N: This was originally posted on AO3, if you would like to read it there you can find it HERE. I'm going to be straight up with you and tell you that this is pretty much a self-indulgent self-insert fic. I'm not gonna lie. If you don't like that, that's cool, have a good day. But if you're DTF with it, let's get right into the story.}

{Art Credit: this lovely artist

++TW: There are depictions of Suicide. Please, if it is a sensitive topic for you, skip this chapter. I'll add notes on the next chapter a quick summary of what happened without going into detail. I want you to be safe more than I want you to read my writing. If you're struggling with thoughts of harming yourself, please reach out to someone you trust. If you're in the US, you can call 988 to talk with someone, or text HOME to 741741. There's help. There's hope. Be safe, please.++

The next few days I am consumed by anger. I scribble more sketches in my book, but the strokes are dark, and in places the lead of my pencil rips the paper. I tear the pieces of the ruined paper out of the book in strips, balling each strip up and throwing it into the unlit fireplace. I sit on the floor for a bit, staring at the torn pieces of paper sitting in the soot. Tears begin to form in my eyes and I pull my knees up to my chest, hugging them. All this just because I wanted to help someone. I pick the journal back up and begin drawing again, this time taking time to carefully sketch out the face of the man in the basement.

My tears stain the page around the drawing as his face takes shape. I stop when I get to the hair and set down the journal, leaving the drawing unfinished. His face already haunts me, the hopeless look follows me when I close my eyes. The hopeless look that I’ll soon have as well. I stay sitting on the floor, numbness creeping across my body. A numbness that starts in my hands starts spreading across my body, taking hold of me. A tightness creeps into my chest and something tells me it’s here to stay for a while.

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The next few days I don’t even bother getting out of bed unless it’s to use the bathroom. What’s the point of putting in an effort to eat and drink water if you’re just going to be stuck in the same room for possibly the rest of your life? Ms Downard comes in a few times and clicks her tongue at the untouched food, taking it away and replacing it with fresh food, but she never says anything to me.

The first two days my stomach grumbles, and on the third day my stomach feels like it’s tying itself in knots, but I don’t care. Better to starve to death than to live out my years in this god-forsaken place. After five days of staying in bed and not eating, Ms Downard finally addresses me.

“Honestly, you think a hunger strike is going to do anything for you? Eat, don’t eat, Master Burgess doesn’t care. It would just be one less thing for him to worry about. One less thing for me to worry about, too. Lord knows I don’t have to bring you fresh food every day. I’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart, not asking for anything in return.” She lectures me but I don’t respond. If this is her idea of kindness then I don’t want it.

“Nothing?” She huffs “Fine. I don’t care. Have fun sulking in bed until you wither away into nothing. I don’t care.” She leaves a tray of food on the table and leaves, the click of the lock a bitter reminder. That night I take a few bites of the bread that she left, but I throw it up as soon as I get it down. I crawl back into bed and cover myself with the blankets, a chill clinging to my bones that I just can't shake.

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I’m so tired but can’t sleep. I try again and again to eat, but only a few bites make me sick to my stomach, no matter what it is. I drink the water left for me but it doesn’t seem to stay my thirst. I run a bath and sink into the water, the sting of the cold water doing nothing to wake me up. I wash up slowly, letting my hands and feet get wrinkly in the water. After my bath I sit wrapped in a towel on the bed, not waiting to put on the dirty clothes I’ve been in since getting imprisoned. I’m clean, but I don’t feel like it. My chest is still tight and my skin crawls with invisible dirt and bugs. I try to eat a bit of bread again and this time it stays down, feeling like lead in my stomach.

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The next morning, there are clean clothes laid out for me on the table next to my tray of food. It’s a servant's uniform just like my old clothes were. They’re ill-fitting, probably left over from one of the girls who left. The sleeves cover my hands, and I trip over the skirt. There’s no apron to put over the plain dress, but I don’t think I would put it on if there was. I have no need for one as a prisoner. I sit down at the table and eat a few bites of cured meat that sits on the tray, the salty flavour causing me to nearly gag. I eat a little of the bread, hoping that it will calm my stomach, and sit on the bed with my journal and draw.

Once again, my drawings turn from inanimate objects to him. No matter what I do, I can’t get him out of my head. I hate him for it. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t even be locked up. But instead of minding my own, I had to try and become his saviour. I scribble him over and over again, his features flooding my mind. As I create him over and over again, anger begins to bubble. He haunted me when I was free, and now that I am captive he is all I can think about.

He may not have actually been a devil, but he tricked me just the same. If he is such a powerful being, why didn’t he warn me this would happen? Why didn’t he tell me? He let me try to help him when he probably knew the outcome. That bastard might have even wanted this, envious of my freedom. I get up and throw my book across the room, sick of drawing. Sick of everything turning back into him. It hits the wall and falls with a loud thunk, but does nothing but make me more angry. I begin to see red and next throw the tray of food that has been given to me, and then push the vanity in the room to its side and let out a yell filled with anger.

I stand there, seething for a moment before my seething hot anger is replaced with ice-cold sorrow. Tears fall from my eyes faster than I can wipe them away and I sink to the floor, unable to stop the convulsions of cries. I curl up on myself, my sabs raking through my body like waves crashing into rocks. I don’t know how long I lay there for, but eventually my ragged breaths even out and I lay on the floor in silence. My eyes wander around the room, taking in the destruction of my fit, and they fall on the broken mirror of the vanity, shards of the silver-backed glass strewn across the floor.

I drag myself towards the broken glass, grabbing a shard that fits perfectly into my hand- as if it was meant to be. My head throbs with every heartbeat as I palm the glass, feeling the sharp edges. They may have taken away my freedom, but I am not helpless. I don’t want to live caged like an animal. I can’t. I won’t. I hold the shard in my hand, shaking as I sit up and press the jagged edge into my wrist, a hiss of pain coming from my lips as it bites into my skin. Tears well in my eyes again as I watch a stream of blood trickle down my arm, landing in my lap. I dig deeper, pain clouding my vision before I remove the shard and move it to my other arm, my hands shaking more and more. I repeat the process, digging into my flesh until I have to bite back a scream. I remove the makeshift blade and drop it in my lap, holding my bloody arms out in front of me. My eyes begin to feel heavy, and I lay down, not caring about the shards of glass on the carpet that dig into my skin.

Despite the pain, a small smile graces my lips as I lay there. My eyes land on the book I had been drawing in it, the pained stare of my drawing subject meeting my eyes. I don’t remember drawing him looking like he was pitying me, but then again, I had drawn him so many times, that I probably just forgot. I close my eyes, ready to let the darkness take me, to embrace death like an old friend, but instead, I hear a voice. Soft and comforting, like a warm breeze on a summer evening.

“Oh, you poor little thing.” The voice says, and I use what little strength I have left to open my eyes. A woman kneels in front of me and gently brushes a bit of my hair from my face. The woman has dark skin, and her beautiful curly hair hangs around her face. Her eyes are soft and kind, like she knows every hardship you’ve ever been through, but wouldn’t dare judge you for them. She smiles at me kindly, and I blink slowly, trying to figure out if my loss of blood is causing me to hallucinate.

“I’m so sorry for what they’ve done to you.” She says, cupping my cheek with one hand as she brings her other hand down to my arm, gripping my wrist. But I don’t feel any pain. Instead, it feels like warm water is being poured over my wrist, and I feel a bit stronger, but nauseous.

“I did this…” I say, my voice cracking as hot tears roll down my face.

“No, dear. You are not at fault for your death. You saw the only possible way out and you took it.” She says, moving her hand to my other wrist. I feel the same feeling of water running down my arm and I gag, rolling a bit more onto my side as I dry heave.

“I know, I know. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” The woman says, gently stroking my back. “You fought a battle that was stacked against you from the start, and you should be proud of how long you held up against it.” She says softly, gently pulling me upright.

“But I’m not ready to take you yet, Patricia Everly.”

#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #self insert #fanfic #slow burn #eventual smut #eventual romance #ao3 #ao3 link

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nightly-ruse · 2 years

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I posted 1,322 times in 2022

That's 1,322 more posts than 2021!

241 posts created (18%)

1,081 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lockandkeyhyena

@spottyissleepwalking

@fallow-foot

@cryptidclaw

@cricketchirps-stuff

I tagged 1,320 of my posts in 2022

#ruse reblogs - 985 posts

#not my art - 255 posts

#night knacks - 114 posts

#important - 96 posts

#warrior cats - 78 posts

#ruse’s warrior cats - 69 posts

#leafpool - 54 posts

#inspiration - 49 posts

#art inspo tag - 46 posts

#mothwing - 41 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#of him. it’s sad and hard on her. she both can’t be around him bc of his relations to her mate but can’t let him go bc he’s all she has left

My Top Posts in 2022:

Standing by my shoes a flower is blooming. Fire flowers filled the night with their booming. Maybe in the sky, I could leave behind my heart and it’s weeping. Summer days are all that I am dreaming~

A rose colored glasses Mothwing picking flowers across the river. Fireworks Beneath my Shoes is such a mothpool song I adore it so much and was listening to it on loop while drawing this- I’m sketching a anthro piece with these with moth and leaf right after I post this with this song again lol

(ID- Mothwing is standing to the left with her head looking to the camera and pretty orangy amber eye looking off to the right. Her front paw is up and a woven satchel hangs off it, small purple flowers inside it just like the ones dotting the ground under their paws. She is a peachy orange kind of color with brown down their back, mane, hair floof, and tail. A white stripes goes down from their chin, chest, and belly with a moth marking on her chest just like the one on their back which is brown instead. Willow leaves hang off her ears on two tendrils with two more bracelets of it on her tail and a lilypad on their tail. Under them is very messy windswept grass, small purple flowers dotting it and a river right at the base which her tail sweeps over. Behind them os a massive willow tree mostly just showing off its hanging leaves. Watercolor shading is across the whole piece with mostly purples, blues and pinks and over that shading is a general wash of pinks. Version without the pink overlay underneath. End ID)

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Mothpool my loves<3333

I am so tired so I’m just gonna post and pass out lol but I wanted to draw them. Also changed my Leafpool design to be more Leafpool, her other eye is the same green but with blue while her left is green with orange. Cuddle cats <<3333333

(ID- Leafpool is laying down with her back against a tree, her tail curled up, and her paws around Mothwing who is cuddled into her. Leafpool is a light brown with orange markings on her cheek, nose, tail, paws, and side. Cream is on her belly, muzzle, ear tufts, tail tip, and toe tips. A darker color stripes around her pelt with a few black markings on her hair, tail tip, and back leg. She is looking down at Mothwing with a sweet amber and green eye, a small smile on her face. Mothwing is curled up on Leaf with her front leg over Leaf’s side, her other wrapped under, his tail swooping up, and his back leg curled up. She is mostly pale yellow with peach on her face, ears, and back legs. And brown is on her hair, mane, tail, back, and paws with a darker brown striped down her tail on her paws, on her back legs, on her muzzle, and on her hair tuft. Light cream is on her belly, chin, paws, and tail tip. He is sleeping with a soft expression. Grass is under them with purple flowers dotting the grass, a tree on the left, and purple shading across them with light pink highlights. End ID)

41 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

Demon inspired Mapleshade for @bonefall ‘s “Better Call Mapleshade” au that I adore. She’d definitely stand out in Starclan and everyone pretty much on sight would know she’s from the DF. I think her hooves would make that clop clop clop noise as she walks and as she strolls up to the her council all the cats who don’t like her (mostly Moth Flight) all they hear is her hooves and know exactly who’s about to show up. She’s amazing and I love this design so much.

(ID- Mapleshade is standing to the left with her head slightly turned to the right and back legs sprawled out to give her a wider stance, her back front paw raised up and her tail twisting upwards. She is a cherry red kind of color with dark almost black back legs, streaks down her eyes, and on her ears. Over her face is a mask shape in a darker red that also goes down her back, and dripping down her front leg. Her fur has a very wavy almost weightless feel especially on her face and on her ears twirls in a cyclone like shape, the same as inside her ears and on her tail. Her chest, paws, tail, ear tufts, and inner ear tufts are mixes of a pink and pale almost white pink color. Her white mane twisted to make a sort of cravat shape. The end of her tail is twisted to make a spade referring back to devil tail imagery and her back paws are replaces with hooves. Her sclera are black with a flame for her pupil and the same flamey colors on her eyelashes. On the corner of her lip is a little heart beauty mark in black. Her lineart has a bright magenta over it giving into the evil feel. End ID)

Also just for Refrence Maple is HUGE especially compared to Moth Flight who is pretty short lol. She’s massive and I love her.

42 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

Ratatattstststtst

Knew how I wanted to draw these two so I drew Apo and Owen! Took a bit to get used to more human proportions but I like how they came out. The minute I saw parkour on Apo’s sheet I knew I had to draw him in a tree, little rat guys. Semi made to parallel eachother even tho we don’t know if they’ll be close in RatsSMP.

(Apo is the first image and is sat on a tree branch with dark spruce leaves all around him, his pink rat tail curled up to him and little rat paws holding onto the branch. He has dusty brown hair that swoops up under his rounded ears and falls over his eyes. He has a big nose and mischievous Berry colored eyes. A short red coat is over his shoulders with a blue stripes shirt under and black pants. The faint signature “Nightly Ruse” is on his tail)

(Owen is the second image and is sitting with his legs hanging over a block of wood. He has orange-ish brown eyes and a kind expression on his face, tufts on his chin and pink ears like his tail. His hair is a brown with pointier ears, a thicker rat tail, and sharper nose. Glasses are on his head with a earring pierced through his back ear. His shirt is a brick kind of red with brown on his rolled up sleeves and collar. A green cloth is wrapped his waist and a piece flies off to the right. His back arm is up in a wave with soft yellow light over him and a background of dappled leaves. The faint signature “Nightly Ruse” is on the wood block near his hand.)

46 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Gosh okay but the story of Hawkfrost being a creation of the clans still vying hatred for each other and clear aggression and how power is so easily manipulated is so good. I hate hate hate when he’s just pushed down into ‘born evil/genetic evil’ bc it’s so dumb and I hate it.

He was brought in and immediately outcast. Taken in a horrible time when Riverclan were recovering still from Tigerstar’s claws him and his sister were treated horribly. They both learned that the world isn’t fair and they had to fight for what others were born with. Hawk took this in a more aggressive way, thinking the only way he’d ever be anything was to take it while Moth worked her fur off to show she was good enough at all. He gets praise for being loyal and cruel to outsiders while shamed for holding his heritage or letting his softer side out, especially by his mentor Leopardstar. Others attention on him is like a full belly. He needs it he has to have it. So he trains to be stronger, more charismatic, smart, tougher then his brutish father who was so one sided. The only ones he could be open to were his sister and then his brother. They must be feeling the same way he was? Scrapping for sunshine? But he couldn’t leave them behind he had to get them what they wanted, high spots in the clans just beside him.

Hawk fakes the sign for Moth finally showing she was worthy of being a healer to the tough Mudfin(claw). And he sets up a plan to get Bramble as leader! Seeing his siblings and him prove everyone wrong fuels him with happiness. He’s at the lake. Standing over Firestar with a smile across his face, practically able to taste the power soon to come to his blood. But Brambleclaw won’t accept it? Why can’t he see what they can become? Hawk is angry, fueled like his heart was on fire he attacks Bramble but then it stops. A stake through the chest. Pain not from his wound but form the betrayal in his belly. He was so lost in power he fell in a fools way. He was nothing but a blinded firefly, bright but unable to see it for himself.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #:))))))#these are kinda cool me thinks #I have literally no clue where that tag is from but I want to know so bad #the fact mothwing and leafpool are in my top 10 tags makes a lot of sense #them also being two of my tops posts. what can I saw I love mothwing and leafpool

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04/24/24

Well, last night on Instagram, I unfollowed/unfriended Kerr. After I did it, it felt like heartbreak all over again. Looking back, I don't know why it hurt so much being that he was still the same jerk he has become. Plus, why should I give access to a person who just tries to tear me down. I don't view him as a friend. I don't think he knows the meaning of being someone's friend. This all started when he I didn't know tracked me down on Instagram. He is and will always be blocked on Facebook. He sent me a friend request, which I ignored. He took the request back. He sent another one, which I don't know why but accepted. Then, on Messenger on Instagram, he was back playing games like changing the theme to Willy Wonka and sending emojis. I didn't change it or acknowledge it. Then this was around the time Dave was in the hospital dealing with his foot and infection. Kerr changed the theme to Winter Wonder Land. It has snow and a snowman on the background, which I thought was adoreable. I sent a heart emoji. Then Allan told me he was suspended at work. Here, he refused to take a drug test, and if you refuse, they could fire you. So I messaged him to ask him why he didn't test. Of course, he couldn't just tell me. I was worried at first that the reason he didn't test was that he was taking steroids or he was sick and taking some medication he didn't want people to know about. All he said basically was that he was suspended until he decided if he could have his job back or if he was fired. He then told me that with him being suspended, he was getting paid to go to the gym. Plus, he had enough money that he didn't need to worry.

I finally got it out of him that the reason he didn't test was because he wasn't able to sleep and he went to the doctor who wouldn't do anything for him so he decided to smoke. That's why he didn't test and told management the reason. However management instead of firing him, gave him the opportunity to resign from what he said so if a new employer called them to get his work history they wouldn't be able to say the reason for him being fired.

So he went to work at Asda distribution center, which I told him he wouldn't be able to do because of how physically demanding it was. He did quit there and got another security guard job in some refuge hotel. Seemed pretty sketch to me.

Anyway, he started sending me memes, which felt like he was making fun of me. For the most part, I would ignore it or send memes to try and get under his skin. Then we started this back and forth of what a man is.

He sent me this meme that said this sandwich causes brain cancer. That I don't need to worry since I don't have a brain. I replied back great that you are safe. Now you can leave me alone. He said boo hoo. That my life would be empty without him. I told him no it wouldn't that I have friends with a lot in common. I told him to go harass his son, future daughter in law, his brother, Susie. He replied back triggered? I will do that.

Than he said Before I go

Another definition of a man is someone who doesn't raise there hands and hit a female

Another one is when your wife is getting fucked by Another man u do something about it

Bye.

U will be in touch again

Like I said.u can't be without me.

I said back Not triggered. I don't need to waste time and energy on someone who always thinks he is right. Wants to hurt people. Yeah, and a definition of a man is to be there for someone in their time of need. To help them not continue to put them down and make them feel worthless. Not to play games by making comments on post. One minute blocking them, and the next sending friend request

I won't be in touch. You're the one who contacts me when no one else wants to bother with you. Just like you sending emails randomly.

Now this morning I go on Instagram and he has already sent me a friend request. Are you serious??? I am suprised that he even noticed that I unfollowed him with all his gym following.

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daydreamerfox · 9 months

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SKETCHTEMBER DAY #6

Today it was Feral's day! He's one of @theprofessionalpromptmaker's OCs! (my beloved QPP <3)

[Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Day 7] [Day 8] [Day 9] [Day 10] [Day 11] [Day 12] [Day13] [Day 14]

Do you wanna be tagged on the next ones? You can reply to this post saying so (wether you want to be tagged in all my art or just the sketchtember posts)

More info about him and the sketch under the cut!

In case you haven't noticed, no, he's not human, Poss is still coming up with a name for their species but he's basically... an elf with ✨glitter✨. He's got pointy ears, wolf ears, yes, he has 2 set of ears, if any of the nerds out there want I can ask him about it I wouldn't be surprised if he came up with a detailed and logical way to describe why he has 4 ears. Either way he can hide it when he wants to look human! By the way he can turn himself into a giant wolf! (no, he's not a werewolf!) He likes to have fun, sleep around and not have to worry about anything. The easiest place to spot him would probably at some party, a brothel too... Can he drink? Can he use drugs? Can he have sex? He's probably there. Alternatively he could just be at a dog park petting every single canine he sees. Clearly a good boy! He's an empath, so he can feel the emotions people around him are feeling and he can alter those emotions a bit, if he wants to thought he seems to not abuse that power. Feral's also a pacifist and hates any kind of violence and agrees that there are way better ways to solve things that don't include h*micide. Hating violence doesn't mean he won't use it if necessary, but that's pretty much a last resort situation He's a flirt, loves to play around and mess with people, he's very positive and likes to help others, also pretty much a social butterfly. He care a lot about women... maybe a little too much, though... and has a really big heart in general!

That was my description of him, but why not let Poss himself talk about his child?

Feral (full name Faervalor) is basically a super soldier made from intense magic forced upon the fetus in development, a side effect of this procedure is he will become intensely loyal to one person - though he has control over choosing who that person is. He was set to be executed as an infant, as his birth was followed by the trial of the man who ran the experiments. But one of the royal families who took part in the attack decided to adopt him and raise him within their kingdom, taking a temporary exile (in the human world - their actual world is technically another planet. Portals connect it to the human world, but overall there’s little interaction or overlap except for royalty. The human world access/knowledge it exists is an elite luxury for them.) as a compromise among the other royal families for ‘taking in a fugitive’. Feral decided upon reaching adulthood, despite being raised in a warrior-focused empire, to become a staunch pacifist, and was temporarily banished by his royal family and taken in by the heir of the same man who demanded the execution of the researcher who created Feral and all Feral’s half siblings. Now Feral lives as the sometimes bodyguard-sometimes friend-sometimes sugar baby of the prince. The prince and Feral have a playful frenemies relationship, but he funds Feral’s animal sanctuary and Feral would die for him and they are battle buddies (though Feral will never kill, a rule of his that the prince respects and will never order him to do). Feral has tied his instinctive loyalty to this prince. Interests wise he likes drugs, partying, sex, and dogs. He is a party-goer with gym bro and himbo energy, but he has the supernatural ability of empathy (specifically, he can sense emotions of people around him, this ability is enhanced by water - and if he’s in a body of water with someone, he can transfer emotions to them/manipulate their emotions). He is also NOT a werewolf, he is an immortal elf-like species whose specific lineage is descended from a wolf god. Hence why he has wolf traits in his regular form (meaning how he looks normally and isn’t disguising himself as human), and can turn into a giant wolf (not technically shapeshifting…but that would be a bit complicated to explain). He is 6’6 when human passing, theoretically taller in ‘reality’ (the human disguise is part shapeshifting, part ‘glamour’ - like the kind most people associate with fairies) by a few inches. He has black hair (the description I gave Pattie for hairstyle was “think goth pomeranian”), brown skin, and his eyes are a golden-amber color. He's bisexual but more attracted to feminine traits than masculine traits.

About the sketch: It was really fun to make! I don't usually draw muscular people, so drawing a different body type than the one in my comfort zone was really nice! Poss helped me providing references... even though he's not the best at describing things... but what matters is that we found a way for both of us to understand each other and the sketch ended up looking like Feral! Or so he said, he could be lying.

#art #illustration #sketch #doodle #sketchtember #my art #challenge #art challenge #daydreamerfox #oc; feral #🦊 the ocs #brartist #brart #brazilian artists #bisexual #lgbt

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hikaruklaus · 1 year

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Heya, my name is Klaus. I'm a hentai artist and professional game developer. This post acts as an introduction, as well as a semi-incoherent rant.

... Enjoy?

I'm in a bit of a rut at the moment, I haven't been happy for a while now and I feel like I need some sort of space to write about my thoughts and stuff. I know very little about tumblr and how it works, which is part of the reason I picked it as my little "vent space". I've never been fully active on social media, but I know that I really hate Twitter, Facebook is frustrating to use, TikTok is overwhelming and irritating, and Reddit has a lot of unnecessary negativity floating around constantly. Hopefully this place is a little bit better. I'm not expecting people to follow or even see the stuff I post, but I hope the environment is less hostile and irritating than its competition.

I'm in my early 20s, and I'm a real goddamn nerd (you know, in case the whole "game developer and hentai artist" introduction didn't make that obvious). I love Nintendo games, heavy metal, cats, and vtubers. I have an off-beat sense of humour, don't know how else to describe it. Earthbound and Monkey Island kind of stuff.

I'm definitely on the weirder side (again, in case that wasn't obvious), at least partially because I'm autistic. I doodle ahegao faces while waiting for meetings to start, I have a compilation of various Hololive vtubers screaming as my alarm in the morning, and I have a Spotify playlist that jumps from Metallica's recent "Screaming Suicide" to the full version of that "Japanese Goblin" song that went viral like a year ago.

I'm a massive degenerate (in case that wasn't obvious [3× COMBO]). I have the whole starter package, a daki, an oppai mousepad, and like a dozen physical doujinshi.

They say tattoo artists shouldn't be tattoo artists unless they themselves have been tattoo'd, because they should know what the experience is like.

...Let's just say I'm glad the same doesn't go for hentai artists.

I speak a variety of languages, but I'll primarily be posting in English. Might throw in some Japanese dialogue into a drawing or something if I'm in the mood, it happens.

I've studied both art and game design. I'm a character artist/animator, and a generalist game designer. Don't feel like I'm particularly good at either one of them to be honest with you. : P

I use Clip Studio Paint EX to draw, and I'm slowly getting used to its animation tools as well. (I've mainly used OpenToonz, Krita, and FireAlpaca in the past, but I love the CSP brushes and layout so much that I'm trying to switch over entirely.)

I have experience with a lot of game engines, ranging from the Unreal Engine (aka my mortal enemy) to the much more simple and comfortable GameMaker Studio. I've worked on a variety of projects, some solo, others with different groups of people. Very unlikely anything you've played though.

I'm probably going to be posting a hentai drawing or three here. I tend to draw lewd shit when I'm sad, dunno why. Never had a place to post them before. I might just post a quick 5-minute sketch, or maybe a rough animation. I don't really know yet. Might do it daily, might do it once every few months.

Like I said, I haven't been happy for a good while now. I jump in and out of depressive episodes pretty often but this one's managed to last for a little longer than they usually do. I would love to tell my friends about it, but I just feel like I'd be a massive nuisance to them.

There's a lot that's bothering me, and I feel like I have to express it somehow. I'm not really a fan of "venting" on the internet, maybe because it reminds me of my teenage years, I don't know for sure- but posting it here feels "safe", it's in some random blog post no one will read, not an alarming message on discord or whatsapp, so I won't have to worry about bothering anyone, and I'll still get to write about how I feel.

Nothing I do feels right. My drawings look bad. My conversations are stale. My sleep schedule is fucked. My code is messy. I know things will get better eventually, I've been through this before, but it's hard to convince myself that that's actually the case and not just something I'm making up.

I've been feeling extremely lonely lately. As you can probably imagine if you've read all the stuff written above, I'm not exactly what you'd call a "chick magnet". I haven't been in a relationship since I was in my mid-teens, and the one I was in back then was long-distance. I haven't held a girl's hand since I was five or so and we were practically forced to do so in kindergarten. I've never kissed anyone in my life. I'm awful at nonverbal communication, and I get really jumpy whenever someone touches me, neither of which are great in a relationship. Finding someone with the same interests as me is practically impossible. I googled a whole bunch of statistics a few months back and came to the conclusion that every time I meet someone in the country I'm currently in, there is a 0.000773% chance that we have some interests in common, are both attracted to each other, and that they are single. (Oh yeah, I like numbers. Forgot to mention that.) That 0.000773% is obviously just an estimate, but I tried to be as "fair" as possible with the calculation. I very rarely leave my house, my eyesight is really rough so driving is out of the question, which means meeting new people is a rare occurance. At this point I feel like the best move might just be to give up and accept that I'll be alone forever, but that just makes me even sadder.

My real name isn't Klaus. It's an alias I came up with a few years ago that I only ended up using once to post a drawing. The drawing in question was on the lewder side of things, and I didn't want it to be associated with my other alias because no one knew about my "un-seiso" drawings. I've improved a lot as an artist since posting that old drawing and decided to pick the alias back up.

My reason for this isn't that my drawings are some kind of "DEEP DARK SECRET" that I have to keep from anyone- to be completely honest with you, I don't really care if anyone finds out what my main alias is. I just want to keep my hentai drawings separate from my more, ahem, "family friendly brand", that's all.

Sorry for rambling so much. It's very, very late, and I should be asleep by now. Bless your heart if you actually read all that crap. Cheers.

PS. Unless I decide to change it in the future, I realised right before posting this that I never set a profile picture, so I doodled an ahegao face as fast as I could, and for some reason I actually kind of like it. Really wish it weren't off-center though, might fix that tomorrow.

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