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Sketches to my Supergirl fanfictions. Read them if you like. Very different from each other.

#fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp

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Well they do love each other, not sure in which way but they do. People enjoy each other's company in all ways possible but we shouldn't speculate

My delusions are telling me they actually loved each other

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair #enid sinclair #jenna ortega #emma myers #the addams family #wednesday series #netflix wednesday #wednesday netlfix

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Sketched this for my Raven Braven/Summer Rose fic

A moment when Summer learns of Yang, yep.

#fanfiction #rwby #summer rose #raven branwen #rosebird

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Ravenmore (RWBY Raven Branven centric fanfiction) My take on Rosebird

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I continued to be a simple observer of what was happening, but something changed still - the dream was too real, too vivid, as if I had entered into a memory. And not the subconscious decided to play jokes, as usual. And I wasn't me - because the hands I was staring at weren't mine... And most importantly, I was wearing a skirt!

I didn't even have a second to worry, and despite the fact that I tried to wake up again, I failed.

A palm, more delicate than mine, covered my tense fists - they were lying on my knees - and me-not-quite-me raised my face.

Across from me was Summer Rose, who caught my eye and smiled encouragingly. I didn't understand what was going on at all, and how do I know it's Summer Rose... Though obviously, dark red hair and silver eyes - who else could it be?

"Summer," my lips said in an unfamiliar voice, and a mixture of horror and helplessness filled my insides. "Summer, why are you so excited?"

"But of course, Raven!" Her expression was surprised, and her voice was similar to Ruby's, but the intonation was completely different. "We can give them a lot, right? How not to be excited, children are happiness!"

"I wouldn't say that, Summer," my body chuckled. "I don't think I'm ready for pregnancy right now, to be honest... With everything I'm doing for Ozpin, and with everything we've learned..."

My own fear strated to trickle in, adding to the one the body felt. What if I died in my sleep, and I got back to fuck knows where, only now in the body of an adult woman who just found out about her pregnancy? Could I leave, please, I'll do anything? And... Did she say Raven?

"Ray, I'm telling you, we can do it together..."

"We, Summer?" Raven interrupted her. I was somehow locked in the body of this Raven as the observer, apparently. "I will be giving birth, not you, so it's up to me to decide if I want this at all... Why did I tell you, even? What am I..."

"Wait," Summer shook her head, having quite a confused expression. "I thought you needed support, advice from your best friend, after all!" then her face seemed to blossom into a toothy, bratty smile. " Do you... maybe remember that bachelorette party three years ago? When our neighbor-team..."

"Yes. The accident was similar, but for some reason everybody were very happy" I felt that my face was frowning and blushing at the same time. "We then agreed that we would name our kids with reference to each other, our colors or something like that... And we were really drunk. I wasn't going to have children at that time, totally. Who with? And now... It's an accident. And we don't have time for kids, Summer."

"But things are going much better!" Summer grabbed me-not-me by both hands, pressed them to her solar plexus and peered into her eyes. "Ray, if you are afraid that something will happen to you, and there will be no one to look after them, I promise you..."

"Summer," Raven said with a kind of pent-up tired hope in her voice, not taking her gaze away from the silver eyes of her teammate. "Sum, do you understand exactly what you're proposing?"

"Of course I understand, Ray! Aren't you... Wouldn't you offer the same thing if I was..."

"I would," Raven said quickly, and squeezed Summer Rose's hands in return. "How will it be? How do... you want to do it?"

Summer blinked a little dumbfounded in response to an obvious question - it was important to understand how she wanted to formalize it, after all. Even I, in my strange position of silently watching, understood exactly what Raven was asking. It was clear that this Raven had no other partner, since she was discussing the issue of pregnancy with another woman, and it was clear from what I remembered about the kingdoms of Remnant that any child born in marriage would be the responsibility of both parents, no matter what gender they were. Indeed, the laws in different kingdoms were somewhat different, but not in this area.

Wherever these two are now, they may as well legitimize their friendship and then divorce. But something from the not-mine feeling now suggested that the offer was not entirely friendly. Such hope, though seasoned with fear - it couldn't be that simple?

"Ray... Why think about it right now?" Summer replied, and her tone was slightly confused, but a second later she let go of Raven's hands and reached for her stomach with one palm. "Better tell me what you'd like to call them!"

"If... If we follow that promise, then..." Raven placed her palm on top of Summer's, and even I felt a sudden warmth that flooded all the previous emotions of fear and uncertainty. "Gwen Branwen. Or Yen Branwen."

"Branwen?"

The surprise in Summer's voice made Raven shift her gaze to her teammate's face from the interlacement of their fingers on her stomach.

"Yes, sure," Raven grinned and reached out with her free palm to cup Summer's cheek. Summer nuzzled it with her already familiar bratty smile and then pressed even closer with her own hand, continuing to dazzle us with a smile. "Or did you want to give them your last name? I'm afraid you're going to carry this baby yourself for this kind of thing, Sum."

"Don't be silly," Summer laughed loudly, pushed our palm away from her cheek and reached for our stomach once more. "You're still too young to hear me, but know this. I, Summer Rose, will be your best aunt, my little raven."

Everything suddenly froze.

The image faded, and the surroundings began to burn away again, just like in the beginning of this dream... So it's, like, a sequel nightmare, or what? Wow, do I have the widest imagination...

I should've understood then that something was wrong with her proposal.

Someone else's thought appeared in my mind, and it was that Raven's voice, once again.

And then I remembered everything that preceded this dream.

#fanfiction #rosebird #summer rose #rwby #femslash #raven branwen #ruby rose #yang xiao long

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Raven Branwen Sketch

For my fanfiction Ravenmore

#fanfiction #rwby #raven branwen #ruby rose #summer rose #taiyang xiao long #team strq #yang xiao long #rosebird

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Is there a consensus

On wether the werewolves on Wednesday are capable of turning others into werewolves? I think there was no explicit mention of it and it seems like the packs/clans or whatever are based on families. I use this in my ffiction as well, but I'm really curious if there was any info I don't know about or haven't heard yet?

#fanfiction #wednesday #enid sinclair #wednesday addams

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Another version of my Original Characters Sinclair-Addams couple, I think this one looks better, but it would've looked MUCH better if I digitalized it ofc 😅

#fanfiction #wednesday #enid sinclair #wenclair #wolves of greed #wednesday addams

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@intrinsicepiphany

I have no idea what trans people actually think, because I don't have this kind of experience, maybe they find something in common with her so they think she was trans coded? But for me she's more neuro-divergent coded than anything. Let me explain, what Enid actually has in the story, what is her issue actually - she cannot wolf out and it's a problem for her and her family. And to me it was an allusion to her being different from her family, in a social development way, like, she's gotta be part of the family but she isn't.

So, as mildly autistic person who had problems with parents since I remember, because I wasn't reacting the way my parents wanted me to react, and they in turn reacted badly to it, which caused even more trauma and created more issues, but did make me more or less shaped into what they wanted, at least on the surface. Well, I perceive her experience as something close to my own experience. I bet, anyone watching, if they have any semblance of empathy, could find something in common with the wide variety of issues that the series' main or secondary characters have.

Like, she really wants to be like them but cannot, and she has to accept it at some point and separate herself from the opinion of her parents, which I would've been happy if it happened for me as early as it did for her. So she wolfs out - but on her own terms, right, not for her family but to save her precious friend.

I also think, the whole conversion camp thing was some odd attempt at queer baiting slash queer coding, I think that's what it's called? I mean, there's gotta be something for those who don't really get nuances.

#wednesday #enid sinclair

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One more Addams&Sinclair Original Characters sketch, Hellerune Addams and Owen Sinclair for Wolves of Greed fanfiction

#fanfiction #wednesday #wolves of greed #Addams family #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday addams

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Jacques Schnee sketch

#fanfiction #rwby #jacques schnee #schnee #weiss schnee

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Sketch for my Weiss Schnee SI fanfiction, secret identity lololo

#fanfiction #sketch #weiss schnee #rwby

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the thing is, if women who don't actually resemble men stereotypical figure, wear masculine clothing, they're still feminine to me by the principle of it, if I'm being honest. Irl I had relationships with women who preferred feminine clothing exclusively and women who were wearing basic masculine clothing just tailored for women, my ex-wife is a lawyer so she wore more suits than I ever did in my whole life, but it didn't make her masculine at all, really, just more put together and business like, sexy even. Idk but I feel like it's not really honest to the character canon to make someone feminine not just change their clothing according to changes in character or situation, but entirely change the whole image

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More original character sketches for Wolves of Greed Wednesday fanfiction

The new character for the upcoming chapter X. The Roadtrip

The new sketch of Uncle Owen

#fanfiction #wednesday #wolves of greed #the addams family #wenclair

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My Weiss Schnee SI fanfiction

First chapter of Weissweise

or RWBY for one who didn't watch it

Doing the Stupid

Thoughts were quite mushy.

I propped myself up from the floor on my elbows and looked at the tense back of the big sis, who was covering me with her snowflake - the glyph - from the fire, opened by some freaks in masks. For some reason I remembered that this was my sister, though I'd never had an older sister in my life. For some reason I thought I was male, though I was wearing an uncomfortably short skirt and heels, and - I shifted my knees and rubbed the inner parts of my thighs against each other - there are absolutely no desired sex characteristics. This body thought it was a girl, until the very hit to the head as a result of these terrorists smashing the window in my favorite cafe, with a grenade at that. I was slightly carried away by the shock wave - it was a dust grenade... What does dust mean? We - and a bunch of civilians, of course - were saved by my sister's impeccable reaction. Snowflake - by the name of the Twins, it's a glyph, not a snowflake! - was a great way to protect, as it turned out.

"Winter," I whispered, and winced at the surrounding screams and wails.

There weren't just civilians here, Atlas specialists-huntsmen - who are the specialists-huntsmen? - they were shooting back hard, and some of them couldn't tolerate the sight of civilians with shrapnel wounds and went into close combat.

"Winter!" 

I said that louder and realized that my voice gained raspy quality, although it was very squeaky, compared to what I was used to... And what am I used to? 

"How long until the arrival of backup?"

She squinted at me and spoke through clenched teeth.

"They will arrive on the alarm beakon in three to five minutes, the police as well. You've been unconscious for over five minutes, so... Weiss, hide for now, okay? Don't do anything stupid!"

Her attention shifted back to the fight, she swore softly, and then fired summoned nevermores at enemies unseen. What the devil are nevermores? And what is the devil?

The big sis obviously took someone out, because I noticed her satisfied smile, and then she immediately disappeared from my sight.

Wow, the speed!

I leaned back, trying to sort out all this fantasy setting happening, while feeling terribly tired - it felt as if the best choice would be to continue lying unconscious. I also bumped the same place on my scull again, it had knocked me out before - was it just some kind of grenade that took off my aura so quickly?! - what the fuck is aura?!

I was ready to simply growl from the unknown of what was happening, my emotions, my thoughts - everything was mixed up. Here were feelings like the effects of green fairy, lifting the current mood and setting up a further positive feelings - I'm alive! Yes! I'm alive again! And there was a strange tearfulness and disturbance from helplessness - What to do? Civilians got hurt because of me, and so did the cafe. My father was right...

"Fuck father", I muttered, touching the bloody back of my head, on which my aura was already working, because the pain gradually dissipated. 

My eyes stopped on a frightened girl with a clearly noticeable red fluffy tail, in a waiter's apron, who, like all the other civilians, tried to flee somewhere, but apparently her injured leg prevented her. I kept muttering to myself - now I had a shock verbal diarrhea, so in the end, even if someone hears, they'll just have to understand, forgive and let it go. 

"Wow! There are furries here! This is plus hundred to will for life! Need to help. I'll just have to get up now..."

I groaned like some old granny, well, more like a pug, but the granny sounds better, then I got on all fours. The knees, in no way covered with anything but tights, did not like it, because the shards were everywhere. But my Aura was certainly enough not to get hurt... What the hell is this Aura? What the hell is hell?

"A-a-ah, bitch!" 

I tried to get up and doubled up, naturally, after a couple of steps in this crouched position, I was trying to make sure that these terrorists, who are already screaming in horror from my sister, by the way, did not notice me. 

"Oh, hello, pretty girl! How's your nothing?"

I obviously fell next to this canine girl, but she no longer listened to my questions that were too joyful for this reality. She gasped for air immediately after my "bitch", almost crying in shock. Of course, I didn't get it right away, but apparently she took it personally, that's weird.

"I'm not!" her voice was pleasant, not as hoarse as mine, but she was not that much sprinkled with plaster from the ceiling that fell down on me from the explosion. "Couldn't we just..."

"We could do anything honestly, but only after we, hopefully supporting each other, go through the back door. You have no concussion, and I got two legs. That okay?" 

I spoke confidently, without negativity, because I needed her to agree as soon as possible, and not to cause more circus.

I stretched out my little hands to her, and we half-bent and half-hopped after many civilians who had already left this place. You never know if what my sister said there was rational - any moron understands that staying at the same place in case of such an attempt on life would be suicidal.

After a couple of minutes of hobbling, this canine girl thought of something ridiculous and spat it out.

"You took me with you because it's White Fang, and they won't kill the faunus?"

I thought for about three seconds - I was still trying to grasp what she meant while I was consulting with an inner voice who exactly these faunus were - and rasped in her ear, almost growling with irritation.

"You don't know the terrorists very well, dear... Uh-uh... By the way, what's your name?"

"Mei. Mei Herd."

"Herd, you mean, like Feuer Herd?"

"Yes, this is my father's cafe."

"We will restore it," I said confidently and pressed her in this slightly gusty half-embrace to me, and her tail curled nervously around my arm. "I hope faunus don't flirt like that? Now is not the time, although I wouldn't mind much..."

With these words, I kicked the back door, briefly thinking that I would definitely change my wardrobe from skirts to pants, because suits are forever, and dresses lift up.

"Schnee!"

A masked guy tried to run me with a sword, obviously guarding the back door for just such a meeting - they let the rest of the civilians get out, it was a terrorist attack aimed specifically at our anti-Addams family... What the Addams had is much better, honestly, than the thoughts that come to me in response to these not-my-own-but-mine memories.

His hit didn't work out, because Mei turned out to have both the Aura and the Semblance, and it was apparently protection and strengthening of the body, extended to whatever or whoever she touched. My Aura level was still below the necessary, although I was not so shaky anymore. Apparently, this girl went to some Atlas combat school and therefore assumed in her much less clouded brain that we could be having some joyous meeting right at the exit of the building.

Unfortunately, this masked genius realized that this is not my feature - damn snowflakes - Glyphs! - Why is it so fundamental?! - they were quite visible when they did something magical. It's not magic! For me, everything that is not on the laws of physics will be magic!

I blinked, because I was a little carried away with my thoughts again, and instead of solving the questions of reality, for some reason I started a conversation with myself.

The tail disappeared from around my forearm. The girl already patched up her wound due to the fact that the shard passed her tangentially, because we had time to rest while we were limping towards the exit. So she decided to shield me with herself and try to start a conversation. She obviously still believed that they wouldn't try to kill her because of her faunosity or whatever, but I was less naive. I quickly threw my phone - a multifunctional scroll - on the floor behind me after I put it on the record. I felt it was important. This will prove the arse of all this terrorism in all its glory, and will probably become one of the hits in the destruction of this radical cell...

The girl got in huge trouble, because there was clearly the adult man with burning eyes and the Aura that was open for much longer than hers, but the epicest and most ingenious dialogue prevented the fight from ending in a couple of blows.

"She's a SCHNEE-E-E!"

Aw, I'm going to go so deaf, although it seems even from my vague memories, this is the first time I don't have to do anything at all to have money, except to agree with my father, and this is the only thing that will definitely be difficult for me to do... Why did they decide to attack his family? Don't they understand how this guy is? Even his real name translates as frostbitten or whatever, what else do they need to understand how he will not give a shit about the death of his daughters, as long as he has his own dick in his pants and a son who kisses his ass at every opportunity?

"She just carried me out of the building you blew up!"

Well, don't exaggerate, I'm blushing! But her face was contagiously inspired when she said it.

"Why are you defending her, you're faunus!"

The man dodged the girl's fist - she demolished a lamppost because of this dodge, and his sword tried to sweep off her hand, but once again the aura did not allow the maximum fcukery to happen - I have not yet seen the dismemberment today. Although, judging by the mood of this idiot, who didn't even think of calling for his colleagues - or was too proud to call - it's quite possible that everything could end with this dismemberment. Maybe not even mine? Although why do I have doubts, we're basically schoolgirls, so what could we be talking about here at all? It totally ends with bloodbath!

"Because she is a person!"

The dude's ass was blown by these words, and I realized that the PR team of the father of this body would kiss me wherever I point, if I wouldn't die here. Just for the sake of it, I will try not to die.

"Gra-a-a-a!"

Well, it's not a bighorn, but a bear - well, then let it be Ursa! What the hell is Ursa!

When I blinked, instead of the darkness of my closed eyelids, for some reason I saw a short flash of the image of that very Ursa in the photo in the scroll. Mine, by the way, continued to record, so... Then I did the stupid thing, I followed the girl who got flung into the wall, rushed to her even, and not to the enemy, like an honest to gods civilian idiot. That is why I received a blow from this masquerader a step before getting to her, but she waved her tail, as if expecting his actions, anticipating their simple direction. Her fluffy tail managed to touch my ankle.

I crushed on top of the girl anyway - she passed out, and for a moment it seemed to me that she was not breathing. That is why I quite justifiably lost my temper in a way that Weiss had never done before, in any case, such a feeling was new to both this body and myself, because Aura was an extremely unfamiliar concept... Anyway, I remembered at least that for sure!

Out of the corner of my eye, I realized that a snowflake, familiar to everyone but me, had formed behind my back - YES, IT'S A FUCKING SNOWFLAKE, SHUT UP! - and for some reason, the faunus who opposed me, instead of continuing the onslaught, spent precious seconds to grab his sword more tightly and move back... Heck! He decided to use his Semblance whatever it was, damn it! Come on, I already died before, I certainly don't like it, but judging by what I got here from my memories, this world is not the best place to enjoy culture and recreation, and being here without special qualities of a fighter is somehow not very safe, especially as an heir...

"What a nonsense!" I snapped, trying to stall for time.

For some reason, I felt cold from behind, and the man with the sword growled something indefinite, and for some reason his eyes widened, he shook his head strangely and then made some kind of indefinable face. I was getting carried away, and I was afraid of losing eye contact with my only spectator, so I was carried along all the ravines there were.

"We are all people, we are all being attacked by the grimm, you have just ruined one of those rare Atlas cafes where faunus are positively treated, simply because you wanted to get to me and my sister! How did you have the fucking audacity and stupidity?! This will only make the situation worse! What does it have to do with me at all? Are you an overgrown moron or are you pretending? I can see that you're twice my age!"

"You are SHNEE-E-E!" - the man finally found the rage he had been looking for all this time, lit up with his Aura, and rushed at me.

My own rage - from the understanding I will have to die again, and from the fact that the tail of my recent savior went limp, and she herself was right behind my back - my own rage solved the outcome of this clash.

I freaked out.

#fanfiction #rwby #weiss schnee #monochrome #femslash

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I have a question, why many people who like Wenclair make Enid more masculine? That wasn't really the vibe I got in canon. Masculine, as in draw her masculine, not whatever stereotypes there are. I mean, literally, she's as feminine as they go, just more or less athletic, why is that a thing for Wenclair? I can understand her wearing more practical clothing in some instances but that's not masculine, that's just convenience. I'm talking about actually sketching her as if she's a dude. I have nothing against it, but I'm unsure about why this happens?

#wenclair #fanfiction #wednesday #enid sinclair #wednesday addams

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Weiss Schnee art

For my fanfiction Weissweise, tried to work it out how to make it better

#RWBY #Weiss Schnee #Fanfiction

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Back to that AO3 fanfiction Of the past life here with me, the first sketch of the idea and the sketch that was a bit altered to what I posted, here you go

#fanfiction #wednesday #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wenclair