#I promise I HAVE still been drawing a fuck ton !!!

[camping-with-monsters]

Forty minutes of my life I am never getting back.

Hey so I might be a little goo goo for Chef Saltbaker I’m going so monkey mode for this guy. he rocks so much he’s so diabolical

It’s actually Friday here either way so I mean,,,

original reference lol

#cuphead spoilers #cuphead dlc spoilers #cuphead dlc #Cuphead #chef saltbaker #IM GOING SO MARACA IM FUCKING LOVING THIS GUY #DIABOLICAL BASTARD MAN !! #I love crazy guy characters with issues #some of my favorite characters right there #HE’S SO #UGH #THIS GUY ROCKS #sorry for like #not posting literally ANY art in a long fuckin time #I promise I HAVE still been drawing a fuck ton !!! #just nothing I feel like posting here lawl #kiwi goes monkey mode for the salt bastard

[dand-elle-ion]

Touch starved

In which you’ve been too busy lately and it’s been annoying the fuck out of him.

With: Scaramouche

Warnings: Cursing, making out, not-so-sfw-ish

Note: Reader is gender neutral as usual, enjoy!

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Scaramouche is pissed - to say it quite plainly. 

Unfortunately, this has been very much to the chagrin of his subordinates who have noticed the change in his mood and behaviour over the last couple of weeks, and who have also happened to be the main victims of his outbursts.

The Harbinger’s usual harsh, rough, and cold demeanour could now only be described as icy and utterly ruthless. It has gone as bad as to not even rumours being dared to spread around, too afraid of consequences that might await or limbs that will be missing should The Balladeer get wind of them.

And still, whispers on the street live by and speak about different and most preposterous reasons behind the drastic changes, while merely a hand full of them manage to grasp a spark of the truth. As the truth is actually quite simple, one might even say ‘obvious’:

You.

You have been the reason for all of this strange behaviour he’s been displaying lately.

Perhaps it is simply his pride that’s been bruised. How come, some nonsensical pieces of paper and files deserve more of your attention than he does? 

Whatever it might be, this – this project, special task, hell, maybe even a secret plan of mutiny, that’s been keeping you away, locked in your little room and working meticulously day in and day out – Scaramouche despises it with his whole being.

Not ever, not even once would he admit these sentiments, neither to himself and especially not to any living soul in this forsaken world. The nagging on his nerves has become simply intolerable. 

But whatever the real excuses and explanations are that Scaramouche’s created in his mind, it is undeniable – your presence is missing. 

And it’s driving him insane.

So, one night after his patience has reached its end, Scaramouche withdraws into your shared rooms, only to find you – as usual – entrenched in your little corner, surrounded by tons and tons of paper, books and files.

Regarding the scenery with a look of utter disgust, he leans his back against the door frame and crosses his arms. Enough is enough. "And how long is this supposed to continue – if I might ask?”

You even have the audacity to look surprised when you dart your head up. “Oh, hey. Thanks, my day was fine, how was yours?”

Scaramouche is not the one to join your little games, not right now at least. Instead, his eyes are sharp when they meet yours, quiet and deadly.

Not exactly intimidated, but also not exactly open to any of his antics right now, you choose to simply return to your work again. It’s not too much left anymore and then this shit of a task will finally, finally be over.

You hear his footsteps drawing closer before one hand propped down upon the files, blocking your view, and now basically forcing you to look back up. 

Scaramouche's face is now very close to you. He is still not saying anything, but he doesn’t need to. Violet eyes nearly burning holes into you, his lips pressed into a thin line – he is saying enough. Plus, you already know what his problem is anyway. It also happens to be your own.

You shake your head, suppressing a defeated sigh. “I promise, I only need a couple of more days and I’ll be finish-“

“Bullshit,” he interrupts you. “You’ve been bringing this shitty excuse for weeks already.”

He was right, obviously. 

It’s not exactly a walk in the park to be in a relationship with Scaramouche. Neither your field of work nor having this relationship with a higher-up–Harbinger out of all. Your ‘work time’ and your ‘free time’ rarely overlap, and often, if not most it ends with both of you sleeping in lonely beds.

While you might not have the same level of responsibilities and influence as him, being in a way lower position work and struggles seem to double for you.

So, when fate gifted you the precious possibility of promotion – thus more flexible schedules and moving upwards the scale – one can bet their ass you took it.

Even if it meant to be stuck for weeks on the same thing, the same assignment you’ve been managing and improving on; even if that absolutely diminishes any possibility of time for anything else, let alone some intimacy with a certain Fatui Harbinger.

“It will be faster if you wouldn’t block my view.”

You hear him hiss something under his breath you couldn’t quite grasp, but he still removed his hand from your desk. While you focus back on your work, adding some concept plans here and there, Scaramouche walks over to your other side. 

Because, naturally, you must be a fool to really believe he’d just give in like that.

And the next thing you sense is his breath very close to your ear. “Do not tempt me, y/n.”

Shivers run down your spine and still, you (pretend to) remain focused on the sheets in front of you. Because, Archons, of course, you’ve been yearning for his presence as well, of course, you don’t take too much joy in your works, of course, you know how easy it would be to just …give in.

Suddenly his lips graze the soft spot just below your ear, then wander forth to your jaw, making your breath hitch. And slowly, ever so slowly he travels down your neck, clearly taking his sweet time. 

You nearly lose hold of your pen.

“Stop that…,” you manage to mutter. “You’re distracting me.”

Scaramouche chuckles darkly. “Good.”

Vehemently you shut the book close and raise from your seat in one single movement. You regard him with some intense look on your own, switching between his oh-so-sure-of-himself-eyes. The corner of his mouth twitches for a second as if he knew exactly what you are thinking; and that right there is your final straw before you grab his face with both of your hands, pulling him close to you and press a lingering kiss onto his lips. 

You let it last longer than you’ve actually intended to; partially for the better effect and also because you just don’t want to let go at all.

But you do draw back, eyebrows furrowed, and heart rate sped up. “There. Satisfied now?”

In a nearly mocking way, Scaramouche tilts his head, eyes harbouring a dangerous glimmer. 

“No.”

Your breath hitches as he bends down again, lips hovering just over yours. His hands slide down the side of your neck. “You can do better than that, y/n,” he discloses, cool breath soft against your skin. “You’ve been holed up enough and it’s been annoying the fuck out of me. Enough is enough.”

Any chance of returning back to your work is thrown out of the window the next moment his lips capture yours. Your eyes droop almost immediately, arms sliding around his neck. His hair tickles your fingers as you pull him just a little closer.

Something seems to spur you on, cause you’re already leaning in for another one, and another one. Soon, completely entangled in him. 

With his hands roaming down your waist the realisation crashes down on you with whole intensity just how much you’ve been missing this, missing him.

Scaramouche is demanding your whole attention, if not through his words, you could feel it in every movement, every touch and kiss on your lips, your neck, your skin. Demanding, what he’s been craving for so long. And you are not one to deny, neither him nor your own longings. 

It’s very clear at this point, that you can totally scrap your work schedule for today, maybe risking falling behind in time and effort. But it is worth it, isn’t it?

“Your mind is elsewhere again,” you hear him whisper against your lips. “I don’t like it.” Scaramouche extends his index finger out, tilting your chin to face him.

You meet his intense gaze, trying your best to remain at least somewhat composed even as your heart hammers loudly in your ears.

“Forget your stupid work for now,” he demands. His eyes drift to your mouth, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “Focus.”

No need to hear it twice you close the remaining distance, giving in completely now.

And as things always are with Scaramouche, he likes to make sure he’s got your whole and utter attention, no room for anything else. It’s only him that is allowed to exist in your world.

His teeth gently or actually not-so-gently nibble on your lower lip, making you slightly gasp, and you feel him smirk into the kiss at the sound. Satisfied with his doings. That bastard.

A burning heat from your lips sprawls up across your whole body; senses filled up by him, and him alone.

Soon you’re aided a few steps backwards, following his hidden intentions, because the Balladeer has -as always – some kind of scheme on his mind. And indeed, the next moment you find yourself lying on the couch, with him hovering above your body with an air of authority.

Completely out of breath and heart hammering strongly against your chest you can’t help but only stare up at him for a few moments in utter silence. Even the lights around him seem to dim, when he looks down at you, eyes hooded and a cocky smile on this pretty face of his.

“Cat got your tongue? Or just liking the view?”

You only shake your head, huffing at his familiar disdain. You pull him back down to you, a hand caressing his cheek while his lips find yours once more. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“Somebody really did miss me, huh?” you can’t help but tease in between kisses.

You hear him growl a little. “Shut it.”

A quiet chuckle escapes you, but swiftly all possible replays vanish from your mind when his hand finds the hem of your shirt, fingers slip beyond and travel to your waist, cradling the skin there.

It makes you feel dizzy.

Scaramouche brushes his lips against yours, barely touching them. “Well then,” he whispers, a sly grin forming on his mouth. “Might as well show me how much you’ve been missing me.”

That’s always been the thing with Scaramouche. He makes it so, so dangerously easy to just let go and devour into nothing and everything at the same. Losing complete track of time and place.

And effortlessly, without any restraint, you soon find yourself getting carried away.

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Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are very appreciated <3 

i will now go and hide in my own little corner thank you

Taglist:

@sakura-starconch @autheticlina @shy-specter  @nejibot @their-favorite-ren @xxfrostiee @yuuki4646 @yuki1s--note

#scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche fic #scaramouche smut #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche #harbinger x reader #scaramouche x gn reader

[cmdonovann]

it's time.

welcome to…

QUANTUM BREAK APPRECIATION MONTH 2024

okay, fuck it, i went too hard last year trying to post every damn day in april. this year, i am taking a break and inviting you all to join me in making too many insane posts for quantum break month.

yes, that means i will be giving out prizes to those brave soldiers who join me in posting about a nearly-dead eight-year-old fandom for an entire month. i cannot promise that they are GOOD prizes, but i WILL reward you for joining me in quantum break hell.

HERE IS MY CALENDAR:

you will notice i am starting on the second week of the month. this is because i have been renovating an office and am exhausted. i will not be taking questions at this time.

anyway, the 5th of april is the 8th anniversary of quantum break's release! if you post about quantum break on this day and send me a link to the post, i will draw you a tiny doodle on a post-it note of one of the quantum break characters.

the week of april 7th - april 13th i have designated as ships week. this week, post about your favorite quantum break ships! for every shippy post you make (and send me a link to), i will put your name into a hat one time and then pick a random person (on the 30th) to recieve a ship certificate from robinboob, a parody website that sells "certficates" saying you "own" a certain ship. (to clarify, this is parodying nfts, but the money actually funds fandom-centric web development projects.)

(i already own certificates for jackpaul and paulcest. see below. but i'm sure you can come up with some fun new ships that i can buy for you ;3)

the week of april 14th - april 20th is blorbo week. who is your quantum break fave? which of these characters do you want to squeeze like a stress toy? post about your fave this week, and for each post you send me, i will put your name into a hat once and randomly pick someone (on the 30th) to receive free art, done by me, of your blorbo.

(i have already drawn so many quantum break fanarts, and yet, there are still characters i have only drawn once or twice. if your fave is underappreciated, this is the week for you.)

the week of april 21st - april 27th is plot week. gimme your meta, your theories, ramble about the plot points you love to hate or hate to love. for every plotty post you make and send to me, i'll enter your name in my little hat of names once and then pick a random person (on the 30th) to win either a copy of the secret history of time travel or quantum break: zero state, your choice.

that's about it! general diclaimers: you can tag your posts with "quantum break appreciation month 2024" obviously (that's what i'll be doing) but the only way to guarantee i see them and count them is to send me a link. my askbox will be open all month for this reason. you're also free to join the quantum break discord server i run and send your posts there, if that's easier! i won't announce winners for anything until the 30th. if i can't get in contact with you to tell you you've won (ie via tumblr message, askbox, discord, etc) i will pick someone else.

also, full disclosure, yes, i am giving out prizes specifically because i am too tired to make a ton of posts myself. but that doesn't mean i won't try! (i'm not going to enter MYSELF into the hat for a prize though, that would be silly.)

anyway. happy quantum break month! go wild my friends!!

#quantum break appreciation month 2024 #quantum break

[bomberqueen17]

dispatches from middle age

It's been a long couple of weeks, I worked six ten-hour days the week before last, and then this week I started off working hard and mildly fucked up my back on tuesday, and all day wednesday i suffered thru it, and then i was sitting at the kitchen table talking to my non-farm sister and suddenly my back went cr-CHK and was all better, which was disconcerting. It has remained a little sore and clicky but it's better, mostly.

i've been sitting down whenever i can because i just. feel. like i'm real tired. is all.

but yesterday and today i kept finishing my work and not having more to do right away, which has been awesome, and in the middle of today i took three hours to take my mother to a follow-up appointment because yesterday she had this kind of newfangled cataract surgery on her second eye, so now both her eyes are bionic and have plastic lenses in them now forever and I sort of didn't realize that's what was happening? but it means that she doesn't wear glasses anymore. she's worn glasses since 1959. This is weird. I don't recognize her.

"I need to draw eyebrows on now," she said. "There's just nothing to my face." We both have very pale eyebrows on pale skin and pale blue eyes and pale eyelashes and our faces just melt into white blobs without the anchor of glasses frames.

I told her my trick. Just For Men moustache dye, the color of your hair or a shade darker. Use it for a minute or two. Make sure you put vaseline under your brows in case it drips. it won't though. rinse it out. voila. you have eyebrows now. "I"m going to try that," she said.

"There's a ton in the little tubes and you can mix it up a tiny dose at a time," I said. "Then it takes you like. Five minutes if you count washing your face. And then you don't have to draw your eyebrows on for a month."

Eyebrow pencil is such a racket.

Anyway. Now it is drizzling rain slightly, and I just put on Mazzy Star's "So Tonight That I Might See" (1993) real quiet so I can still hear the birds and the rain and it's really peaceful.

and OH did i say i went to an estate sale last weekend with my middle-little non-farm sister and bought myself a cushy comfy chair and an ottoman so i can sit in a comfy chair in my cabin instead of a folding lawn chair. i'm really cozy now. i'm contemplating making the chair a linen slipcover for summer though.

i probably won't. but it's cozy and the birds are enjoying the rain and the field is enjoying the rain and mazzy star is fading into you, quietly.

Happy Midsummer. The strawberries are finished but the kohlrabi's first planting is going gangbusters, there are sweet crunchy things to eat and i've worked out most of my schedule for the summer and next weekend i am going to maine with my beloved and it is all going to work out just fine and i will get enough rest, someday. but tomorrow i have to work the farmer's market in the rain again, though not all day, so probably it will be fine.

and yes i am getting some writing done and it is going to be good, i promise.

#about the author #farm life

[rewordthis]

The struggles of art, are not for everyone.

It’s really not, indeed.

You have to like the process first and foremost.

If when putting the tip of the pencil down onto paper your main thoughts are how you’re bad, how you won’t have any progress, or hope you’ll be as good as those famous artists you follow on here or Twitter, then you’re really doing it wrong.

I’ve been drawing for forever and I still don’t seem to make anything better than before but having an old drawing around always puts things into perspective. I draw because it gives me peace of mind. If it just gives you anxiety then sure, it’s not for you.

And in the end, what I love the most about it is the sensation of my pencil-tip scratching that blank void that a sheet of paper is. Not the prospect of earning likes, a following, or money from it. I have tons of art that’ll never see the light of day for many reasons, that I’m so hang up on the fact that I made it. I was in my best condition when I made those pieces, in the right headspace, I was whole. The muses guided my hands these times, God smiled down on me.

What can I say? I’m a girl of simple things.

But the whole debate about whether AI is a medium for creation or easy theft, has soured my mood.

I do NOT consider AI art when its main ‘reference’ is straight up stealing and plagiarising someone’s sweat and tears. Before feeding it your favourite artist’s (or writer’s) work to mince and chew it up like it’s nothing in order to vomit a halfassed attempt at creation on your part remember this, the artists and writers the works of you used, are real people. They breathe, they eat, they cry. They pour TIME into their works. Time that you do NOT respect. They put feelings into their works. Feelings that you do NOT respect. For some of them, it’s also their main income. Income that you DEVALUE by stealing what is considered a unique trait of their trade!

You will NEVER learn anything nor get better at anything other than stealing that way. Because you haven’t known the value of hard work. The value of putting a chip of your soul into what you make. The value of living inside every work you’ve ever CREATED. You never lost sleep, food, or a piece of your sanity trying to make something from scratch. Trying to make it work. Trying to give birth to something unique.

What pitiful existences really, are those who can’t value someone else’s soul enough to respect it…

Anyway… this is getting heavy for me so I’m not going to rant over this anymore. I just want to say that I’m going to release some basic everyday steps for those who really want to learn drawing to follow on their own. Art takes time. Great writing takes time. It also takes for someone to be happy each time for what they were capable of creating.

That said, let me be clear that these mini exercises aren’t gonna clinch you a job at mappa, nor are they going to teach you proportions or whatever else those tutorials promise you, they’re specific to making you understand how 3D and observation works in order for you to be able to pick the elements you need every time you make a new piece. That’s all!

Progress isn’t jumping from 3yo art to fucking Rembrandt. It’ll suck ass before it even looks remotely decent!

Make sure to have that☝️printed and posted on your wall. That’s an order! *flexes whip*

Ok, I’m kidding, but seriously that’s your only motto from now on if you want to get better.

And now let’s prepare the ground for your exercises.

What you’ll need first is either a normal pencil or a 2mm one. No 0,5’s or whatever… in general NO mechanical pencils. Personally I’d recommend starting with a wooden pencil, though.

A good eraser that doesn’t smudge. It doesn’t matter what colour or brand as long as it erases the graphite well and without too much mess. Remember, NO SMUGES! *Forgot to say, a charcoal eraser will be a good friend, if it’s affordable. (Sorry for forgetting that.)

Now, hardness:

Find your typical hand writing pressure in the table below.

Generally the harder you press, the more difficult to erase. So bigger pressure (aka black marks, scratches etc) is 5.

5 4 3 2 1

2H H HB B 2B

How it works:

If you’re 3 you’ll need:

H: tracing

HB: outline

2B: shading

If you’re a 5 you’ll need:

2H: tracing

H or HB: outline

B: shading

If you’re 1 you’ll need:

HB: tracing

HB or B: outline

2B: shading

If you are 2 or 4 you’ll have to go through trial and error. Sorry. Just keep in mind that depending on where you lean; extremes or average (3), you follow the guidelines above.

For example, I am a hard 5 (if not 5,5 lol) so at some point I resorted working with just 2H and HB. I only ever use B when I need something to be black— which admittedly happens rarely. It’s only a few times you’ll need to depict actual black.

> You generally need a tracing pencil that won’t leave too dark visible marks behind when erased. People 5 and 4 will have to be a little careful though and not scratch the paper but that will come with practice.

> Your outline has to be enough to ‘stain’ the paper so you won’t lose your main sketch. It’s also correction time. Yey!

> Your shading shouldn’t smudge because you’re going to use layers. Yes. Even in traditional art you darken in layers, typically in as light moves as possible and in varying angles until you get the shade you want but that’s for later.

I personally don’t have any specific papers to propose to you (bitch you’re using basic photo-printing A4 papers wth lol). You’ll just need a hard surface, especially my 5 and 4 palls.

Ok, that’s it for today, folks.

Let me also slap a disclaimer here: I am NOT a professional art tutor. I just love art. 🤗

#hazy outlines: an impromptu Saturday art class #art #traditional art #see me trying to help people actually learn to draw properly… #this came to me like in a few hours ago #sorry for my mini rant #art rant #*edited

[itsohh]

Glaz NSFT Headcanons

Alright, this man is a Freak™.

The dude has the artistic creativity and he's going to use it for sure

He has a stupidly high sex drive and is ready to get down and get hard almost any time anywhere.

While he's happy to pull you into a closet and do risky sex any time he doesn't exactly want an audience.

Like the idea of people seeing you, likes the risk of it but doesn't actually want anyone to see the pair of you.

So it's a lot of semi-public fucking.

Car sex, bathroom sex, busy sex, that one time behind pizza hut sex

Rainbow has cameras almost everywhere so thankfully for the rest of your team, it means your late-night activities are usually restricted to each other's bathroom.

One better not hope to use the joint showers by the locker rooms late at night because there is the possibility that Timur has joined you and is got you pressed up against the tiles.

*Cough cough* One time Jordan walked in on you and has never let it go, always makes subtle jokes about it but never snitched.

Two weeks later the pair of you were at it again there.

Sometimes when it's just the pair of you and he's feeling it, he'll lean over and whisper in your ear all the things he wants to do to you. 

Very much into dirty talk but somehow manages to keep a straight face if someone's out of vocal range but in sight. 

Timur loves two things a ton when it comes to fucking you, your eyes and cum.

Call him a romantic, he loves seeing his partner's eyes, some say the eyes are a window to the soul and he believes this.

There’s a difference between fucking and love making and while the pair of you often do the prior, the latter also happens.

It's in those moments that he loves to cup your face and stare into your eyes, the pair of you reaching oblivion together.

But he also loves watching the way your eyes dilate when you look at him, the way they get when you give him a sly look, the way they glass over when he makes you cum

Speaking of cum, while he likes the idea of cuming inside of you, he loves to paint you white with his seed.

Timur is very much into messy sex, loves a good sloppy wet oral, loves to give good sloppy wet oral.

Loves receiving head and spilling himself over your face.

Loves to pull out and cum over your chest or maybe your ass if it's doggy

If you play with his seed on your after afterwards? Scoop it up and stick it in your mouth? Your asking for another round or two.

At this point don't bother having any dark sheets, there's no point.

Likes to push you up somewhere and just go at it, he prefers a lot of rounds rather than taking his time.

When it comes to post sex the pair of you will just kinda vibe in the afterglow for a bit, and then he will help clean you up. Every time. There's a lot to clean up and most of the time it's primarily on you.

There has been on the odd occasion that he's asked to draw you afterwards. You just look too hot, too perfect afterwards for him to resist.

That being said he can really run through your endurance, cumming that many times leaves you pretty tired and he promises he will clean you up in your sleep if you let him draw you.

There's one sketchbook that literally had a metal cover and padlock on it because it's just lewd shots.

He's not a weeb but one of his favourite drawings is one he did on his birthday. After a facial, you suggested he get the book and posed ahegao style (not as extreme but you get what I mean) 

That being said he has some less 'performative' drawings of you which he loves, some less horny but still very much not for the public eye.

His favourite drawing is one of you fresh out of the shower, hair all wet and snuggled up in bed. The blanket covers your body and your eyes are on him. He eventually painted that one on canvas and has it hidden at his house in Russia. For his eyes only. 

I do believe this man likes to watch BDSM porn, he has an interest in it but doesn't have the patience to act it out. If you asked to try it out he would be certainly interested. See also: Glaz's Predator headpiece.

The fact he can have so little patience in the bedroom compared to the field is something that you find funny and is very much something to tease him about

Timurs true weakness is being horny RIP him. 

That being said, if you challenge him, his desire to win will trump his horniness. He has the ability to be patient, it's that he doesn't want to be. 

It's a lesson that one day he makes you learn loud and clear. Puts his full patience to the test leaving you a mess, a different kind than usual which really shuts you up. 

Afterwards, you don't tease him about his patience anymore, and if you do, he has a big smirk on his face and brings up that night.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #glaz x reader #r6s x reader #timur glazkov #was up last night thinking about my mans #this was the result lmao

[bvannn]

Weekly Update January 12, 2024

I’m exhausted and still packing for the move tomorrow. I don’t know what’s going to happen this semester but I’m hoping I can stay kinda productive, since I should get weekends entirely off save for homework. Car ride up tomorrow, planning to do either epithet TTRPG work or thumbnailing or both.

TRGA: 1-5 Jon is done and 1-5 Emile is like half done, need cleanup and face. The more smoothly things go the more I’m worried about having to redo the old shots, but for now I think I can get away with touch ups on 1-3 and leaving 1-1 as is. 1-5 is going nice and quick so I’m hoping I can get the whole thing done by the end of the semester, but no promises.

Comic thumbnailing stuff going well, only 2 scenes away from getting through ‘act 1’ (the first third-ish of it). If I’m ambitious I might get going on writing a second issue soon too, because I have it kinda sorta outlined, and I found what is basically an outline for a third issue done as well (or a first draft of it anyway). Still gonna focus on the pitch/pilot/w.e issue for now. But because it’s been going so well I’m feeling optimistic.

I did no music stuff this week so once I’m back on campus I’m going to try to get going on one. Maybe will be a character theme, maybe will be something else. Not sure. *Really* want to get going on something animatable, but not sure how long it’ll take. Also I’ll go through that giant plug-in pack I got with the auto volume stuff to see what else it can do.

Also after racking my brain around music I listen to I think I have a basic idea of lyric whatever’s I was worried about last week. I’m going to fuck it we ball it because I think I do have a subconscious enough understanding. I’ll try to budget time to rewatching vocaloid tutorials so I can start messing with it.

Also haven’t really done a ton of Epithet TTRPG stuff other than sporadic general planning. I have a general outline for a first chapter/session/batch of sessions, I just need to plan out the details of the encounters, and trajectory for the rest of the campaign. I want to kinda combine it with another RPG I found at the store, ‘Urban Decay’, so I’ll need to throw together a document of that and any other house rules, and set up a session zero for character creation. Unsure if I want to d with friends in person, people found online, both, or a combination.

I have a big stretch of free time tomorrow, I’m going to try to actually schedule myself for that, spend X amount of time on comic thumbnailing, X on TTRPG, and X on watching Vocaloid and other music tutorials. Hoping my mood will be stable enough to maintain that schedule. From there, I’ll try to do a song on Sunday (and time myself so I can add music to my commsheet), and try another bite of animation and another thumbnail, plus maybe a drawing if I have time. Weird that drawings are such a low priority right now but it’s because the other stuff I’m working on is just that much more exciting!

#weekly update

[echantedtoon]

Demon Bride Ch52 NOT YOURS!!!

(Warnings!!: Douma and Karaku ARE their own Warnings.. possibly some innuendos. Sakura is in bad shape and Y/n attempts to attack her/has attacked her. Mentioning of blood. Yn clawing, biting, attacking Douma. At one point Douma's hand gets ripped off. Y/n kicking Sakura's ass and breaking Douma's arm to escape, Douma almost ends Sakura,Etc. Yn collapses from exhaustion.)

You know he was expecting a lot of things when he got back.

Probably a lot more work waiting for him. More demons wanting his opinion on things. Maybe a lord or  high demon asking for another research grant or to help them with whatever economic system they ran. Maybe another lady swooning at his feet to try and gain favor with him. Someone attempting to gain his favor or trick him into something. However what he wasn't expecting when he got back from spending a few days back at his cult, to make sure things back there were still running smoothly in his absence, but what he wasn't expecting was to be walking around humming to himself and then out of nowhere a woman materialized shrieking her head off and running for her life like a bat out of hell. 

He had to stop and blink as she ran out towards him catching the attention of many demons alike looking out of windows and doorways and from stairs and platforms watching as she shrieked and ran holding up threads of her once nice kimono torn and slightly bloodied with her blood torn by claws. Her messy pink hair clung to her body as she ran towards him.

"HELP ME!! BY GODS HELP ME!!"

Sakura. My, my. Now what could have happened here? It's been a few weeks since he's last seen her. Did she not listen to his...'warning'? The answer was behind her however when a crashing sound caused his eyes to look behind the woman as another person came bulldozing through a random door and crashing into the hallway. The body flopped like a ragdoll onto the same platform they were on before the bones in their body popped and like a puppet on a string, pulled itself up and staggered a few steps. F/c hair clung to the blood shot eyes and snarling teeth sharpened to find points. The scent of wysteria and orange lilies fluttering about drawing into his senses and making a woozy feeling fall over anyone who breathed it in. Raged red sclera and violent violet eyes contained deepening hatred and the promise of bloodied vengeance for the one who held their wrath. Furious flowers and twisted vines patterned the body's skin like war paint. And he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little surprised when a voice screeched out amongst Sakura's shriek.

"I'LL FUCKING SEND YOU TO HELL!!"

Well...He couldn't have that now could he?...Hmm. On the other hand-...She DID insult his dear sweet wittle Daki whom was one of his favorite people. Kokushibo would let the two ladies fight out their differences until the two of them got it all out of their systems! That was the right thing to do!

"DOUMA IM GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS!!"

"Yes, yes darling. Just let out all of your anger and breath deeply."

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!"

And in short that's how you were restrained by Douma with one arm. That's it. Literally one arm. One arm was wrapped around your middle lifting you off the ground and your back pressed against his chest as you literally clawed and slashed and bit at Douma whom didn't even flinch at your hissing screaming thrashing at him. He. Didn't. Even. Flinch.  Instead he carried you away from what must've been TONS  of prying eyes as they watched their leader carry away the Kizuki Bride screaming about how she'd murder the shooken u pink haired girl left behind the farther Douma walked away with a smile. 

"PUT. ME. DOWN!!"

 You shrieked in animalistic incoherent RAGE at having your prey taken away from you. Anger bubbling up and bubbling up festering from MONTHS of frustration. Finally it was all bubbling up and out as you took every ounce of it out. On Douma. Claw after claw. Bite after bite as your vision went red and any sense of clear thinking left your body. Leaving behind a dangerous animal that was left to be restrained to keep from any further harm to anyone. 

"Oh my, my, my. *sigh* This is what I was afraid of. You've gone into a blind rage because you're not used to becoming your full demon form  yet. Oh it was as Enmu warned." He blinked as his hand went flying off past his head and over the side of the platform never to be seen again before the woman hissed in rage as another hand instantly regenerated in its place. "Now that's not nice. You should be at least a little grateful. This hurts me more than it does you. Poor thing." He cooed hugging you closer to him as she snarled like a panther. "I'll take care of you."

"Y/N?!" 

DOUMA hummed and only turned to spot two figures rushing towards him and he smiled wider. "Look, Dear. We have guests. Hello, Upper Moon Four! What brings you both to me?" HISS!! "To us?"

Two of those five brothers came running (well one was flying) towards him in a panic and around the same time she cursed and wriggled now given up on attacking him. Wait. Cursing? Oh. So she didn't lose her mind after all. Around the same time the two got close enough to stop and  pant looking like they were almost shocked and panicked at the sight of her. And he just smiled.

"Urogi and Karaku right? I heard all about you from Kokushibo-dono! He told me you'd be staying with us for a long while. Forgive me for not being here to greet you in person but I was busy with important duties. Could one of you perhaps tell me what's transpired between our ladies here?"

From the far side of the hall Sakura flinched when a very loud snarl was sent her way. Both brothers panted looking to catch their breaths, looked at each other, before Urogi scowled and pointed at his brother.

"That was...YOUR c-crazy ex girlfriend.... You t-tell him...what happened... Uhh," the harpy choked between gasps for air and falling to his knees to catch his breath.

Oh? ...Oh! That was right! Sakura dear was courting Karaku wasn't she? Jade mentioned that to him before he broke things off with her. He obviously turned to the green eyed demon whom winced like a kicked puppy under the much more stronger demons gaze... before sighing.

"It was a mistake!" Karaku shouted his hands flying up to grip his long black locks. "She went off to fucking best Sakura to death!!"

"NO. I. WASN'T!!" All three men turned to the woman who still struggled against Douma's single arm. Scowling and thrashing about. "I WENT THERE TO CONFRONT HER ABOUT EVERYTHING AND SHE-" a purple nailed hand pointed at the pink haired demon whom looked a wrecked. "-DECIDED IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO TRY TO PUSH ME OFF A FLOATING FLIGHT OF STAIRS!!"

"Oh?...Ooooh. I see." It all made sense now. "Sakura started it then."

"She started it but I can sure AS HELL FINISH IT!!" She yelled out struggling again..

"So what happened after she tried to push Y/n off the edge? In more ways than one."

Karaku rolled his wrist with a wince. "Well. Yn yelled 'what the fuck' at her, then She challenged and insulted her back, then Yn tackled her and both tumbled off the edge and fell through someone's roof AAAAANNND...." Karaku shrugged with a guilty look. "We kinda lost track of them both for a while."

"Well it certainly seems like it's over. Y/n has won against her twice now. She  knows better now. As temporary leader I declare it as such." Douma then hummed and slowly turned back to Sakura. "Although she's been causing too many problems for her own Good-"

CRACK!! 

Something gave as Y/n was FINALLY able to break free from Douma's grasp and stand on her own two feet. A snarl still on her face as her head immediately snapped back to Sakura's form. Panting and snarling with all the rage of a rabbied wolf... Before just as quickly she snapped to Karaku whom jumped when she did-

"DWAH?!"

And suddenly found himself.. thrown...over her shoulder?? Green eyes blinked in confusion and shock as Karaku just sat there with a single arm wrapped around his middle keeping him there. Wha-

"YOU SEE THIS YOU LITTLE WITCH!? DO YOU?! THIS IS MINE!! NOT YOURS!! M I N E!! M! I! N! E! M I N E!! IF I CATCH YOUR DAMNED UNDERHANDED FUCKING LITTLE GOBLIN THUMBS YOU CALL HANDS COMING ANYWHERE NEAR THIS-" Another hand made a circle motion gesturing to Karaku whom blinked over his shoulder. "-AGAIN, I'LL TRACK YOU DOWN,RIP YOUR OWN LEG OFF, AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH IT!! THEN I'LL FIND YOUR GHOST AND BEAT YOU DOUBLE DEAD WITH A HOLY TALISMAN!!!"

Silence rung out as she heaved and snarled before narrowing her eyes, and snapping back to the tall blonde.

"YOU!!" She pointed a claw at Douma to which he just oh so casually smiled at. "You are coming with me and we're going to TALK. N O W!!"

"Of course, Little Lotus! I'd be more than happy to! I heard you wanted to talk to me anyways!" A hand waved at her as he smiled wider. "I'll just be a bit. Let me just...'take care of' a few things first."

The way he spoke sent chills down her spine but she ignored him scoffing with a hiss before giving Sakura one last narrowed eyed glare. 

CHIRP?!

Urogi let out a startled chicken squawk as something grabbed him harshly by the arm and a second later Urogi blinked as he was held under another arm, an arm wrapped around his waist just under his wings. Both brothers just .. blinked wide eyed before they began moving away from everyone else...Urogi gave a flustered peacock choke sound his feathers puffing out. Karaku's face just went a deepened red. There was unholy silence for what seemed like forever. Many eyes watched as a coldness swept across the entire area as Douma slowly turned back towards Sakura. 

STEP.

The pink haired demon froze. Every other demon backed away from her or ran away altogether. Others cowered from doorways and closed windows. Upper Moon Two was eerily stepping down the pathway. Back towards the defeated girl.

STEP. STEP. STEP. STEP.

Golden eyes widened in knowing horror. "Uh oh..Hey. Uh..Karaku."  Said flustered brother looked at him before Urogi slowly held up a claw. "I think he's about to commit the murder Y/n was originally planning."

Both brothers have a small noise as the body carrying them slowly stopped and stood there for a long moment. Listening to each imposing step Upper Moon Two took towards the downed woman- A snap of a golden fan was heard as a looming shadow fell over the frozen girl's body and a smile that held no happiness was given to her.

"Your poor soul is cloaked in tiredness isn't it? So frail, so weak. You can barely stand up now. However you have no need to fear me." Pink irises shrunk to the size of pins. A coldness unlike any winters she's ever felt zapping the warmth from her skin. The coldness of death grazed over her head. A looming warning of what was to come. "Never fear now, as your soul will be blessed within Eternal Paradise and sleep soundly onwards-" His grip on her. It was starting to hurt. "Do not worry. For it is my place to guide you-"

"Douma....You leave her alone."

"Hm?" The cold was still there. Cold so cold it burnt. His head turned around so unnaturally. "Oh. Darling, I didn't hear you coming back! Have you come back to rechallenge her again? I was just about to see her off on her final destination to para-"

"I know EXACTLY what you were about to do." His smile remained wide on his face. "Leave her alone. She's had enough."

"Hmm." A single blue nailed finger tapped his chin as he faked looking thoughtful. "True. But that's all the more reason she should get to go to paradise! I'm also very sure Kokushibo would want the law upheld, especially for crimes against the Kizuki. Namely... attempted poisoning."

"...What can I do to convince you to spare her?"

Now THAT. Got his interest as he slowly looked from her....And his grin widened in fake joy. "Well I suppose we can let bygones be bygones if I was too busy attending to something else more important than a traitor to the Kizuki. For example if my dear fiance asked me for lunch. Oh that would be SO much more important. But sadly...She didn't ask m-"

"Douma...Will you please..have lunch with me?"

Sakura squealed as she was released from the frozen grasp and Douma popped back up to his full height clasping his hands and smiling 'happily' like he wasn't about to end someone. "Oh darling I'm so glad you asked me! I'll clear up my schedule right now! I can tell you all about my trip! Oh! Uh...But first Things first. Urogi my faithful companion." Said golden eyed harpy blinked as he was addressed. "Could you please bring Sakura dear to Hairou? She was very naughty and should be locked up to think about what she's done. I'm sure Hairou will be happy to watch her until Kokushibo comes back and decides what her punishment should be."

"And medical care." He hummed and purple eyes narrowed. "Get her medical care, Douma."

"Oh yes! That too of course! Urogi, would you please do the honors?"

Said harpy was let lose and gave a final unsure look around at the lot of you... before with a flap of his wings and a shriek from Sakura, she was grabbed by the shoulders and lugged off the ground by Urogi and into the air like how a hawk would carry away a bunny. Which all left you, Karaku still looking over his shoulder at you holding him, Douma looking pleased, and about a hundred other spectators watching you all. After a moment of staring you sighed and turned to the left, only to pause again as a person bowed. Followed by another one and another one as one by one the few demons left bowed down their heads to you and in turn you blinked... before looking up at the much taller blonde whom chuckled.

"Congratulations, Dear Y/n. You've earnt it."

"Earnt...what?"

"Sakura's rank and nobility title of course. When a Kizuki Bride or Groom is challenged for their title then the challenger also placed their own title on the line against them. If Sakura would've won against you...Well then I'd have to refer to HER as my new fiance. However since you bested her, and she was of a noble status..."

Your eyes widened as he trailed off. "No."

"Oh yes. Congratulations Dear. You weren't nobility before but now you've officially been raised to the title of Lady Y/n Tamayo. And with it...the benefits of being accepted fully into our society."

Silence clung onto everything in the Dwell as you walked almost numbly through its halls with a frown. Karaku thrown over your right shoulder still and Douma happily walking on your left. Servants alike stood watching and stopped what they were doing to watch the three of you walk by, instant bows greeted you but this time there was a different feel about it. When they bowed to you before it WASN'T because you were above them, but more out of politeness for being engaged to so many powerful people. Now...it just felt like you were royalty and they saw themselves as beneath you. You didn't like that. You didn't like them having to bow to you. Is this how Akaza felt when he asked Eri to stop bowing to him? You wondered. After a moment you finally stopped. Karaku blinked as he was finally leaned over and slowly placed down onto his feet and stood up to his full height. Blinking as your tired eyes looking back up to him.

"Are you alright?"

"I-..." He nodded. "Yeah. I uh...I don't think I'll be bothered anymore!" He tried smiling like usual and chuckling. "It was also pretty romantic of you to try and rescue me.~ Can't say I've ever had the pleasure of a girl doing something like that for me before.~..Um. but I gotta ask. Why DID you do all that for me if you hate me so much?"

"Is that what you think I think of you?" Your body swayed lightly to the left. "Karaku." Green eyes blinked as you grabbed his hand. "I don't h-hate you. I'm just a little frustrated with your behavior. I've seen h-how much you care about your family, Urogi even told me about how you help take care of his wings." His eyes widened. "You might be annoying a lot of the time, but that's not justification for what Sakura tried to do to you. Forcing love isn't right. If she wasn't going to stop t-then something had to be D-Done."

"I-...I don't...know what to say."

"A thank you would be nice, and promise me to not blame yourself again for her actions. How-However.. You're still not going to court me unless you can prove that you can respect my boundaries in a way I'm satisfied...in..."

Purple eyes rolled up into the back of your head as the world darkened and tilted over, and you fell towards the ground-

"SHIT!!" Karaku was quick to catch the limp woman in his arms and hold her ragdoll body in a dip. Her entire world fading to black. "Oh shit shit shit!! SOMEONE GET A HEALER!!" Someone immediately ran quickly away down the hall away from them. Douma blinked... before a cold hand reached over to press against her jugular. "IS SHE DEAD?! IS SHE GONNA WAKE UP?! OH GODS SEKIDO'S GOING TO KILL ME IF AKAZA DOESN'T GET TO ME FIRST!!" Green eyes flashed with much panic. 

"Oh she's perfectly fine." Douma smiled wider and removed his hand from her throat. "I feel a pulse so she's definitely alive. She's probably just exhausted. The poor dear must've exhausted herself pushing her limits against Sakura. She'll be perfectly fine after napping for a few hours." He then blinked and hummed. "Although his does put a damper on our lunch plans.... We'll probably have to push back our plans to tomorrow morning. Oh bother. "

"THAT'S WHAT WORRIES YOU RIGHT NOW?!"

You didn't wake until many hours later. When you did, you slowly found yourself waking up in your soft futon and covered in extra fluffy blankets and an extra soft pillow under your head. On your body was a new kimono as you revealed sitting up and peeling the blankets from your body. Dazed, you sat there for a moment blinking at nothing for a moment.

"Hey you!" You jumped up whirling around to blink at rainbow irises. "So you're finally awake."

....You blinked before in a panic grabbing the blankets and pulling them back over your body. "DOUMA?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!''

"Well, you passed out and after a healer saw you I thought it'd be best if someone watched over you just in case something happened."

"I THOUGHT WE AGREED YOU WOULDN'T ENTER MY ROOM WITHOUT PERMISSION!!"

"UNLESS it was a legitimate emergency!," he pointed out smiling, "Someone suddenly passing out after violently fighting someone is an emergency. What if something happened while you were alone? No one would be here to help you. And you did say you wanted to talk to me as soon as I got back. Here I am!"

You just blinked at his stupidly smiling face before scowling and pointing at him. "You intercepted my letter to Sakura!!"

He didn't even try to deny it. "I did!"

"You lied to Karaku and his brothers about me and Sakura!"

"I did!"

"Douma, that's a HUGE violation of trust! Why would you do something like that right after that talk we had About privacy and respecting my boundaries?!"

"Well ..If I'm being completely honest, I was legitimately trying to help while keeping it as peaceful as possible."

You blanked staring at him. "...WHAT?! HOW IS THAT HELPING?!"

"You see Sakura did legitimately think that you knew what her intentions were outside of the incident with my dear Daki, and when you beat her the first time she was too humiliated to try it anything believing you bested her. If anyone found out that you DIDN'T actually fight her for Mr. Karaku's hand-..." He shrugged while explaining still with a smile. "She might've confronted you again but tried something much more underhanded. Your letter and gift would've sent her after you."

"Then what was the point of telling everyone else that?!"

"To make it seem believable and to put Upper Moon Four at ease once more. If Sakura had seen them not knowing about your 'victory' against her it would've raised suspicion. I figured since you've shown disinterest in Karaku specifically courting you that you'll just reject him afterwards and he'll live happily knowing that the entire situation was as far as he knew resolved. Sakura would've been too humiliated to try anything else especially after my warning after poor little Daki was so humiliated." He then sighed again. "You confronting her today only undid my work and resulted in her actually challenging you for real.'' He then smiled again brightly. "But on the bright side you legitimately bested her and so this entire thing has been resolved either way! Isn't that all that matters?"

"I-....RRRRRRR!!!" Your hands grabbed your face and slowly ran down it before looking back at him with a giant inhale. "Douma." He hummed smiling at you. "You can't just go behind my back like that and do something like that! Believe it or not I think it comes off as very distrustful."

Douma's smile vanished as he legitimately looked confused again before tilting his head. "Really? I thought me doing the right thing would make you happy."

"NOT when it's something behind my back like that. Douma, you need to understand that doing something that I don't know about and LYING about it afterwards to other people About it is something BAD. If someone like Jade spoke about and did things behind Daki's back like you said she did, wouldn't it be reasonable that I wouldn't want that for myself?" You tried again using Jade and himself for a comparison he'd understand. 

She again looked thoughtful as if thinking... before slowly nodding and smiling again. "Yes! I do believe I see that now! I will be sure to keep that in mind going forward!"

"Good. Going forward anything behind my back and lying AND stealing any of my letters is OFF LIMITS!! I'll only give you a pass this ONCE! Understand?" He nodded. "Good. I also want you to apologize for doing that."

"Alright! I'm sorry!"

"Good. I want you to apologize to Karaku and his entire family too after this!" You pressed pointing.

"I promise I will right after we have dinner together!"

"Good. Wait... What's going to happen to Sakura then?"

"Well...Since the remnants of a highly illegal love potion was found in her home and she had intent to use it on a Kizuki, she's now arrested and put in solitary confinement for treason. Don't worry. Hairou is VERY good at his warden job. She'll remain there until Kokushibo-dono arrives and decides on what her punishment will be."

"And the love potion?!"

"I destroyed it personally. It won't ever be used again. "

You sighed in relief. "Well..Did you send for her to be given medical treatment?'"

His held tilted at you. "You are a strange person. A person attacks you intent on causing you harm possibly even to kill you and take everything you hold, and yet you ask for her life to be spared and for your enemy to be healed."

"DOUMA?!"

He chuckled again at you... but his chuckling was without joy as usual. ''Yes. She'll get it. Hairou won't like it however. You see he enjoys his torment."

''... What's Sakura's family going to think about this?" Your eyes narrowed at him. "You're not going to harm them are you?"

"Oh no. There'd be no point in doing that! Nothing will really change with them other than maybe some rumors and ridicule. Sakura was always a spoiled, lose cannon. Jade however might ask me to release her. Despite their very opposite personalities, the sisters are oddly close. I wouldn't worry about her either. She knows from our last talk that any rebellion from her will make me most...'irritated'."

You shivered at the tone he took but shook it off. "...I guess that's good." You then glanced at his arm, and contemplated something before sighing. "Thank you.'' He hummed in question. "When you restrained me from doing something I might've regretted. Thank you for that. I also want to... apologize for somethings I've done to you."

"Oh?" He looked... interested now. 

"You obviously don't... perceive things the same way I or anyone else does. I have to explain myself and we need to talk more clearly in order to understand one another. I should've just talked to you sooner and not just try to trick you or push you into the Dwells most." No matter how much you DIDN'T regret pushing him in the most, twice, or trying to trick him, it'd be better to just...let it all go. You'll be better just going by what you learnt now to navigate around him. "I also apologize for attacking you earlier. I shouldn't have done that either. I won't be doing that again." Unless he gives you a reason to.

He just smiled wider and wider. "All is forgiven! I honestly didn't mind anyways! That was just you getting all that compacted stress out wasn't it?"

"... Actually now that you bring it up, I feel...a lot better now than I have been since I've gotten here months ago."

"You must've taken out all your stress out on Sakura and a bit of myself until there simply wasn't any left in your entire body! Your head should be clearer now!"

"Yes. It is actually..." You then looked at him. "Has Rui arrived home yet?"

"The child has not."

"Good. There's something about his family I need to talk to you about." He hummed again. "Months ago, his biological mother and all his brothers and sisters arrived in your care. I want you to ensure that woman and her children has everything they need for a comfortable life. Education, medical care, whatever they need."

"Oh yes! Akaza had spoken to me about that!" He nodded. "It's all been taken cared of. I even took the liberty of finding a suitable male figure for the children can imprint onto until they're old enough to no longer need a father figure in their lives. You need not worry about them, however I will take your request into account next time I need to check over things back home." His eyes became half lidded. "However I am surprised again. You're concerned about a woman whom abandoned her child and children whom no longer see Rui as family, and you do not seem to not hold any hate against them for it."

"Trauma effects people differently in different ways. I don't like how they treated him but it's not my place to say how she chooses to handle that pain. And I HAVE seen her." You stressed out pointing at him. "I've seen how she interacted with her daughters and her other sons. She loved those children. They don't need punishment, they need help."

His smile widened. "Then it's a good thing Im used to helping people of all kinds."

You didn't get a chance to say anything else before the door opened up and you both looked over. There was two people standing there. A servant girl with a large tray of food, and Rui whom stood there staring at you. Before he frowned deeply.

"Oh come on! How many dates are you going to go on this week?!"

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20 questions for fic authors!

Was tagged by the lovely @wisecrackingeric-2 thanks eric <33

1, How many works do you have?

I only have 12 posted for now mainly cause I’ve been struggling to finish fics but I PROMISE I have a TON of content when I get around to finishing them :)

2, Ao3 word count?

94,524 lmao 😭 didn’t think it’d be that much with only 12 fics considering most are only around 1-4k in length with the occasional 6k (with 28-29k from my two multi chapter fics)

3, What fandoms do you write for?

Resident evil mostly, with the occasional genshin thrown in :)

4, What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. It Starts With Love (And It Ends With You)

2. We’ll Be Alright

3. Wake Me Up When It’s All Over

4. Blissful Body Worship (NSFW) (You need an account to read)

5. Tension (NSFW) (same thing, sorry but I try and limit the people who see my nsfw fics lmao)

5, Do you respond to comments?

Not at all the time!!!! 90% of the time I don’t know how to reply but TRUST I see EVERY SINGLE ONE <333 I may not respond but I can guarantee I’m probably giggling like a kid over it

6, What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m gonna have to say Love Me Like We Have It All on this one, while one fic has canonical character death in it, I’d still say this one is more angsty cause the other one is grief focused and this one is just ouchie at least to me!!

7, What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It’s gonna be We’ll Be Alright but it’s still a W.I.P so I’ll say my re4r rewrite (It Starts With Love (And It Ends With You)) has the happiest ending instead lmao

8, Do you get hate on fics?

Surprisingly no! Even when I wrote trans luis sex I’ve gotten nothing but support lol. One day though I’ll get to frame my first hate comment 🙏

9, Do you write smut?

Who do you think I am? Of course I do lmao. My only two published/finished nsfw fics are Blissful Body Worship and Tension, but I do have an re6 serennedy smut in the works along with a Great Gatsby x Serennedy au smut (same with some scaraxiao smut)

10, Crossovers?

Never done one, never plan too 🙏 I’ve made aus and such (points at my great gatsby x resident evil au) but i’ve never done crossovers nor plan too. Too much headache for me lmao

11, Ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12, Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13, Ever co-wrote a fic before?

Yes actually! My friend and I have been working on a genshin au fic but its currently on pause due to our irl lives

14, What’s your all time favorite ship?

*Looks up from my fifty serennedy drawings* Huh

15, What’s a wip you wanna finish but doubt you ever will?

My mermaid au that was supposed to be for @hamartia-grander’s serennedy week :(

I lost so much motivation during that time and despite being SO excited about my mermaid au I just couldn’t push myself to finish it and whenever I go back to try and finish it my mind blanks on where I wanna take the fic :(

Really sucks cause I adored the concept and my initial thoughts for the AU

16, What are your writing strengths?

I have. No fucking idea my friends can answer this one for me they read my fics before BAKCNSKC

17, What are your writing weaknesses?

Not knowing when it’s.. too many words. Or too little words 😓

I love have long descriptions cause they’re fun to write but I’ve been told it gets too much, but I also get told if I don’t write descriptions and such it makes it feel too short

So I struggle to find a medium if that makes sense

18, Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I’m learning Spanish for this exact reason :) I love having Luis speak Spanish in my fics so I’m learning both to better write it and to be able to communicate with my friends easier!

Big thank you to @mooseonahunt for helping me now and again with it!

19, First fandom you wrote for?

Resident Evil :) my first ever fic was my resi4make rewrite

20, Favorite fic you’ve written?

Not to toot my own horn but my current favorite fic is my how to train your dragon x resident evil au :) it’s a wip right now, and might even turn into a multi-chapter fic who knows! But so far I’m really proud with what I’ve got going!

[sea-owl]

So if you’re taking prompts, what about an older Penelope? Imagine if Penelope was Benedict's age and the two grew up together as childhood friends. She encourages his art and he’s the one who gives her the idea for Whistledown (and figures out it's her because he knows her writing and that’s how she meets Genevieve early on). Everyone thinks the two are adorable and that Benedict will propose to her one day once he’s matured more. Everyone that is except Colin,who’s been in love with her (tbc)

(continued) since he was young. She's beautiful, witty, encouraging, and his family loves her! The only problem is that he thinks she's in love with Benedict and that she only sees him as Benedicts kid brother. So he decides to go traveling, dreading when he'll hear the Benedict finally proposed. Until Penelope is declared a spinster. Cue Colin returning, ready to seduce Penelope out of his rakish brothers clutches and Penelope is having a panic over little Bridgerton Colin suddenly being hot!

Me: *squints* What's B and C's age difference? *digs through one of the books to find birthdays*

Ok so there's a 5 year age difference between Benedict and Colin. Meaning . . . when does one debute and when was one declared a spinster? Brb.

*leaves to the trenches of the internet*

*comes back*

Well apparently I'm a spinster. They declared girls as young as 23 year olds spinsters? These girls typically debuted at like 18, you give them 5 years to get married and then . . .

Oh, um. So apparently Colin would be 18 and graduating Eton when Penelope would be declared a spinster in this AU. We can still make this work.

From what I can find aristocrat sons could do grand tours on the tail end of their university years or even replace those university years completely. This seems to be show Colin's route even though he did attend university in the books. Fuck it we'll make this work.

So let's conjure this up:

Penelope and Benedict were childhood friends with one year between them. As children one of their favorite games was to create stories for the younger Bridgertons and even sometimes put on shows. Penelope would write them out while Benedict would illustrate them. They would push each other to make their art better.

As they got older these stories became caricatures and critiques of the ton.

"It's too bad no holds a mirror and show these people how they really are." Benedict said one day off hand. He lifts a drawing of a mirror to Penelope's face.

Penelope snorts. "They wouldn't be able to handle it."

During Penelope's debute season, when the first issue of Lady Whistledown is released Benedict recognizes the hidden mirror framing the black silhouette. He also recognizes the writing style.

"Be careful," Benedict whispered to his friend during their dance.

"I promise," Penelope answered. Benedict felt some coins being slipped onto his person. "Payment for your art."

Unknowst to the best friends many thought Penelope and Benedict had an agreement and were just waiting for Benedict to finish off university. Give him time to mature some more. This included Benedict's own family.

Colin Bridgerton, the third born Bridgerton, had fallen in love with Penelope Featherington, a woman four years older than him, and his brother's best friend. She is also his brother's unoffical intended.

Colin hates that last part about her.

He can't place when he fell in love with Penelope. It felt like he always did, for Penelope has always been around as long as he can remember. She was beautiful, and witty, and the only one who saw him as more than a third born son. She encouraged his traveling during his breaks at Eton, and the Grand Tour he wanted to do when he graduated.

"Greece would be a lovely place to travel to, you must go one day and then come back to describe it to me," Penelope said during one of her visits to tea.

Colin beamed at being able to do something for Penelope that Benedict could not.

"Maybe Benedict will be nice enough to paint it for me."

And there was the reminder that Colin did not need.

Benedict hummed from his spot across from Penelope. "Only if you're nice to me Penelope."

Penelope rolled her eyes fondly and tossed a biscuit at Benedict.

Colin pretended not to seethe.

During his year traveling Colin had sent several letters to his family, and to Penelope. Never mentioning how many gifts he may have gotten her as well as his family. He was dreading the letter he would get one day that Benedict finally got his head out of his ass and proposed to Penelope.

It hadn't come yet, and Colin did not wish to be there in person to witness it. But Daphne's debut season was approaching, and Colin had promised her to be home for it.

He did not expect to bump into Penelope outside the Bridgerton House, coming up the steps as well at the same time as him.

"Colin?" Penelope did a double take. "My how've you have grown during your travels! What a fine young man you've become."

She starts to reach up to ruffle his hair, just like she used to do when he was still shorter than her and gripped her skirts for her attention. Colin bends down a little, leaning into her touch ever so slightly.

He looks down at her other hand, her left hand. No ring. So, his rake of a brother had still not proposed yet. Why was keeping Penelope waiting for so long?

"It's good to see you again Pen," Colin greeted her. "I just got back. I was just about to greet the rest of my family."

"Oh, then perhaps I should come back later," Penelope said. "Lady Bridgerton wished to go over some plans for Daphne's first season but I'm sure she would rather see her son."

"No, come in!" Colin insisted, leading Penelope through his home. If he sounded a little desperate to have Penelope's attention on him even for just a moment longer, well she didn't need to know that. "Are you helping Daphne?"

Penelope nodded. "Yes, I will be helping chaperon. Daphne had asked since this will be my fifth season, and Benedict had insisted since I apparently know 'all the best secrets.'" Penelope smiled as she imitated Benedict. "And since I'm officially a spinster-"

Colin stopped walking. "Pen! You've been declared a spinster? But you're only three and twenty!"

Penelope shrugged, like she's resigned to this fact. "I've never had suitors; everyone knows I'd be a spinster in the end. Why not declare the first year they can."

Everyone believes you are waiting on Benedict to finally mature.

Colin drops Penelope off at the drawing room where his mother and sisters are taking tea. Carefully he stood behind the door, he wasn't ready for the whole family to know he was home. Benedict lounging on the couch drawing. Penelope knocks his feet to the floor and sits down next to him.

Colin had to find Anthony.

How dare Benedict allow the ton to declare Penelope a spinster! What was he waiting for? He's finished university, has been serious about his art that he could make a living off it, and he knows there is a piece of property that is practically Benedicts out in the country. Is he that much of a rake that he'll let Penelope suffer?

He doesn't deserve her! She has waited years for him and this is the thanks she gets?

Colin finds Anthony in his office.

"Colin-"

"I'm participating in the marriage mart this year."

Benedict had his chance, now it's Colin's turn to court Penelope.

#my brain hurts from the math #may have based benedicts and penelope's friendship off my own with my best guy friend #benedict and penelope are going to be so confused later #polin #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #benedict bridgerton #older pen au #ths is a fun set up #i might have to do more #older penelope au #older penelope

[herzspalter]

hello! just wanted to let you know that i've been a fan of your art for many years. you're one of my favorite artists and i keep your username on a little .txt (along with a couple other artists) so i can always remember who i look up to and who i hope to become as good as someday.

i love your art. all of it. even the transformers fanart, and i don't even like transformers. i especially like your choice in colors (and i never see anyone comment on it!! it's such a key component to your style and nobody talks about it!!) but i also take inspiration from your lineart and poses. the way you draw teeth is unsettling but it grabs the viewer's attention, it might as well be your style's trademark.

i'm an artist, too, and i'm not nearly as popular as you are. (... probably because i'm only on twitter, i post infrequently, and when i post i only post ocs lol.) i just want to say that you've been one of my biggest inspirations and your art drives me forward. it reminds me that if someone can continue as long as you've been going, then i can continue, too.

i haven't always had a tumblr account. i made a couple just recently, and today i remembered that you exist, so i came to your blog. and read through it. all the way back to 2019. and liked several of your posts. so if you see a rando that liked a bunch of your old posts and left you a follow, that would be me. ^^;

since i didn't have a tumblr account, how did i know about your art? well, a lot of it (mostly your JJBA fanart) is on pinterest. some of it is even credited 😭 (pinterest users are notorious for reposting fanart without linking back to the creator). so yeah, your art is on pinterest, sometimes it's credited, sometimes it isn't. but yeah, you've got a ton of fans on pinterest that can't make their presence known to you. we all support you from afar until the day we make tumblr accounts.

this got long. sorry for being weird. i promise i'll buy from your shop and support you more directly someday, but for now i remain a broke nerd. don't feel like it's necessary to respond to this, i just wanted to let you know that you inspire a lot of people, even though you probably already know that.

your art is wonderful and i encourage you to continue with it! please stay safe and take care of yourself. and... thanks for reading my little essay ^^

Ohhh Lovely Anon;;

This is genuinely so, so sweet, and I've been thinking for two hours now how I should even reply to this because I'm very touched by it ;_;

Thank you so, so much, seriously. I'm happy you like my colours, that's honestly a great thing to hear because I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing with them;

It means tons to me when people enjoy what I do, whether I can see it or not, so this all means so fucking much to me; I don't know what to say really other than Thank You a million times over, seriously. You people have been keeping me going for years now by just enjoying stuff I doodle <3 I've found my drawings on pinterest before too when looking for refs of characters and it means a lot to me that there are people like you who go out of their way to find me still ;__; Thank you!

And you don't need to buy anything from me at all <3 I appreciate anyone looking at stuff I've made! Thank you so much for taking the time to write me such a lovely message!

I wish you the absolute Best for yourself and your path as an artist, always keep on doing what you love no matter what, and keep up your OCs!! <3 That's so powerful of you!! <3<3<3 Take good care!!

#Lovely Anon #I genuinely don't know what to say imr eally touched #sorry this is such a short answer but it means so much and i just dont know what to say without repeating myself;;

[neon-green-reagent]

Horror Books/Stories I Wish Would Just Get Adapted Already

I know everyone likes to act like TONS of adaptations get made these days, because it's one of the few things Hollywood will do. But honestly most of those are remakes of stories that have already been adapted at least once if not multiple times. I'm talking about stuff that is still out there without an adaptation of any kind. AND IT'S A CRIME. In no particular order... (Oh, and obviously I highly recommend all of these books.)

The Long Walk by Stephen King (writing as Richard Bachman) : Proper King fans are already with me here. This one has been in development hell for a while now. Hollywood knows this would be good. It just needs to actually happen. It wouldn't even need much of a budget. Just get some young actors with some talent and let the snappy dialogue speak for itself.

Duma Key by Stephen King : Promise this is the last King I'll mention. But considering they're out there making meh versions of Pet Sematary and The Stand, I'd love to see this one instead. But good, of course. It's a fantastic premise with strong characters, and no one has even considered it. Genuinely my favorite King novel that never made it to screen.

The Red Tree by Caitlin R. Kiernan : This book was a mindfuck. It would be absolutely perfect for a filmmaker who wants to get experimental. That kind of horror is hot right now, so it would be the perfect time to try it. Also, gay. Good and gay, and more representation never hurts.

I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison : We made a video game out of this but not a film? The problem here being that Ellison hated adaptations and the Hollywood machine, so I'm not sure what kind of legal stuff he put in place to protect his work from attempts after his death. But if it was possible, this is one of the most brutal stories put to paper. It deserves a shot.

The Cipher by Kathe Koja : Another mindfuck. I can already imagine the super intriguing trailer showing the characters discovering the hole in their apartment building and the weird things it does. It's a story that's simple and effective and could benefit from a director that knows how to build tension.

The Store by Bentley Little : I love this not-so-subtle takedown of Walmart. And now that The Consultant is out (and good, just a sidenote), can we get some more Little adaptations? If so, this would be a great one to play around with. Even if they changed some of the weirder elements, the central message is what make this so great. It also has this fantastically shocking and awful reveal that would freak out audiences so intensely.

Coldheart Canyon by Clive Barker : This demands an adaptation by its very nature. It's a love letter to old Hollywood and excess. Give it that touch of old glamour with Barker's trademark body horror, and you've got yourself a hit.

Dracula In Love by John Shirley : Warning: This book is FUCKED. It's fucking weird and should come with about twenty trigger warnings attached. But. There's been a huge renewed interest in Dracula, and a big, splattery, fucked up, absolutely not okay version might get some traction. I mean, I'd watch it for sure.

Usher's Passing by Robert McCammon : I could've picked a lot by McCammon, but I think this would be an easy sell. It's a weird, twisted retelling of "The Fall of the House of Usher" with some extra pizazz to it. That's familiar territory, as the story has been adapted countless times, but the fresh take could add new life to it.

Blindsight by Peter Watts : Hard science fiction with a lot of horror to it, and we know I love that sort of thing. The right director could give this some Alien/Event Horizon vibes, really draw that aesthetic out. And emphasize the true horror of the situation these characters are in. It could be a severely weird, good time.

#horror books #horror recommendations #adaptation wishlist

[chloearit]

<Chloe> sorry for not posting anything the last two weeks, we've been very busy and working on some bigger pieces that simply take more time, and I do wanna use what free time we can catch to actually enjoy the summer a bit.

that being said, we've gotten another commission of Lúcia I wanna show y'all, from @breadsticc :

doesn't she look beautiful?

while we're at it, did you know that we ourselves have only ever drawn her once?

this was drawn by our very own Silvy le Fay, back in 2020, referencing this art we got as a gift from @kimjdav while we were figuring out her design:

it's kind of funny, we used to doodle a ton in the margins of our pages at school. but ever since the pandemic and various life events forced us to drop out of uni we haven't really drawn much at all. so I think the conclusion from that is that we really need to start studying again to make us draw again while we're bored in class. sadly we threw away most of our school stuff so most of those doodles are lost, but here's a little chibi Quinn drawing we saved: (our first real main in League of Legends before Xayah came out)

we've added all of the images above (except the Quinn one obviously) to Lúcia's refsheet, where you can find all the art and information for her:

we should really make a masterpost of all the Lúcecontent on here at some point...

we've also added our documentation of her build in the D&D game she originated from. we've sadly lost her character sheet but hey, if you (for some fucking reason) wanna play her in your own game uhm... now you can? I guess. (the red line marks how far we actually got in the game, everything after it was still kind of up in the air)

it might be a few more weeks until we get back to our regularly scheduled posting but I promise, some big things are on the way. eventually.

#miscellaneous #art #visual art #Original Character #original art #traditional art #Dungeons and Dragons #Dungeons & Dragons #D&D #Chloe #Silvia #Lúcia #Lúcia Cuervo

[yoinkschief]

Hey y'all, little announcement time :)

It's nothing so serious so don't worry, haha

But I WILL be taking a break from social media for two weeks starting today. Nothing bad had happened, I promise, I'm perfectly okay :)! It's just in the last month a LOT has happened, and I'm grateful for it all

I've met a ton of cool people who are fantastic to be around, and I've had lots of fun talking and drawing with them and just interacting with them in general

And I've even had some of my idols/favorite artists follow me back which is CRAZY TO THINK ABOUT, and I know they're regular people like I am and I shouldn't get so worked up over this kind of stuff, but it's still crazy for me to think about it

Fuck it still boggles my mind that people like my stuff- I'm so not used to all this attention and that's why I'm taking a break, just cause I'm finally able to take a break from all the stress happening in my life and I deserve a bit of a break I'd say lol

I am SO GRATEFUL for all the love and support, gosh I still get giddy when I see likes or notes on my posts, to think people actually interact with my art, reminds me of when I was first starting on Instagram (my art was so bad LMAO I've improved so much) and I'd get lounge 3 likes from my friends and a couple handful from random strangers and I'd get flustered over that, it's the exact same as it is now hah

But I've never been good at handling tons of praise, I try to say thanks as much as I can to show my appreciation but I can't help but feel like I'm coming short, like I'm not properly expressing my gratitude. But that's personal butt problems I'm gonna try and work out over this break, or at least start to unravel the large yarn ball of, but just know every note or interaction I have makes me happy and I greatly appreciate all of you guys :)!!

Apologies for the long rant, I didn't mean to speak all much when it's just "TL;DR: Taking a break for two weeks cause I can't handle praise" haha, but I want y'all to know I'm fine, just don't wanna get a big head or anything lol and I also want to chill my beating heart cause it's crazy to be to think people actually enjoy shit of mine, that entire life forms with cognitive thoughts and lives of their own take time out of their day to spread a little joy my way. That's wild. It's crazy

Even that was a ramble, hah

Anyway, I'll be back soon! I'll probably only respond to DMs but I'll mainly be in Discord DMs because that's where my partner is so :) of you wanna reach me that's how

Also I might have a couple of scheduled posts for the next few days? Just so my account isn't dry? It's art I've already finished so I can instead work on the upcoming series :)

Yeah, still no name drop, lol, big debate on whether or not I would, but feel free to ask any questions about it now that the teasers are done, I'll try to answer as many as I can when I get back without spoiling anything lol

#TL;DR: Taking a break for two weeks cause I can't handle praise #sorry it's different from my usual content lol #but yeah #that's happening #man if i had a nickel for every time one of my idols recognized me id have two nickels #which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice #but like actually oh my God #i woke up one day and saw one here #the other was just randomly in the middle of me working on some art over Instagram and i was like #HUH #these people are crazy #how can i possibly show my gratitude #to them and the great community in general #y'all mean so much to me #jay talk

[forestwater87]

A Wall of Text About My OCs

Hi, guys! Uhhhh . . . long time, no see, huh? 

Yeah, I got no excuse. I mean, I’ve got tons of excuses -- new job, new partner, moving out of my parents’ basement finally -- but still. Sorry for being gone.

*blows dust off the mic* Anyone still out here?

OKAY, so why am I doing this of all things? Because I was reunited with a handful of the Camp Camp people still around and they got to sharing their gorgeous OC art and I . . . do not draw. But I do write! And it turns out, writing about your fanfiction is a whole lot easier than actually writing that fanfiction. 

So I can pretend I’m being productive and writing up a reference for future fic writing, while actually just rambling about my OCs like a total dork. Unedited, because this is a bajillion words and took me forever.

Anyway, have ya missed me?

Max’s family

Gotcha with that opener, huh? Yeah, I know how to manipulate the fandom after all these years. ;) 

Anyway, I think I’ve been fairly vocal about how little patience I have for the whole “Max’s family is abusive and neglectful and totes evil you guys, David should adopt him” thing, which means I went in a different direction. I don’t have a ton on his parents -- I know their names are Reyansh and Anika Sahni, and in terms of personality his dad is more bombastic and his mom is a bit quieter and gentler, but that’s about it -- but I’ve determined that they immigrated from India (where in India? Fuck, idk, I’m an idiot someone suggest a place) and have been working to the bone to get Max a foothold. Their English is decent but spotty because learning languages is really hard as an adult, better spoken than written, which is why they allowed Max to choose his own camp activity (which he didn’t do, because he didn’t want to go in the first place and yes this contradicts things I’ve written in the past shhh we’d only had 1 season at that point), and that combined with their 12-hour-a-day work schedules leaves him thinking they don’t care about him. They do, obviously, but it’s hard to express that when exhausted and struggling.

So Max is kind of a latchkey kid, sent to camp in the summer because it’s better than being left alone in an apartment and Camp Campbell is the best they could afford. Max resents them a lot, partly because he doesn’t really understand everything they’re sacrificing for him and partly because he doesn’t think they’re focusing on the right things; does it matter if he can go to a shitty summer camp if he never eats dinner with both his parents at the same time? Sometimes he lies and says they’re super wealthy and that’s why they’re such workaholics, but it’s mostly to get past the embarrassment of feeling neglected and not having anything special to show for it. But they love him and are doing their best, even if it’s far from perfect, and when Max gets older he’ll understand and appreciate them a bit more.

[Spoilers for my own fic, I guess?] His parents die in a car accident when he’s a teenager -- I haven’t decided when or where, but have in previous one-shots written it as on their way to get him from camp -- and he moves in with his sister. And oh boy, let me introduce you to . . . 

Kayla Sahni: A beautiful firebrand with a lot of ideas and virtually no follow-through. She’s around 10 years older than Max, and when he was little they were absolutely best friends. She has a rebellious and revolutionary streak, and would take him to various protests or to graffiti police stations or whatever -- wildly irresponsible, yes, but that’s something she never grows out of. In some ways she’s similar to David, with a streak of optimism a mile wide and a bright, peppy personality of someone that never lets anything get her down, but she’s also incredibly flaky, promising Max all sorts of things as a kid and never following through on them. Her parents often need to rescue her from her bad decisions, with the little money and time they have, leaving Max to feel even more ignored in comparison to his sister. Still, he idolizes Kayla and never blames her for anything that disappoints him, choosing David and his parents as repositories for the resentment and disappointment he gets from her. After their parents die and she has to take him in, Kayla doesn’t change her lifestyle much, still disappearing on random adventures without any warning and leaving Max to fend for himself, and it grates on him just as much as he wishes he could be like and go along with her. She loves her brother -- but really, she loves the idea of him, or the little-kid version of him that lives in her head, who never asked her for anything and hung on every word. Once she has to grapple with spending actual time with the real Max, the conflict between who they are and who they want their sibling to be makes things . . . incredibly messy.

Gwen's family 

For the Santos clan, I went with a very Long-Island-elites vibe, extremely wealthy and self-conscious about appearances, which means that Gwen is kind of a mega disappointment (and David even more so, when they meet him). New-money, with the dad definitely a first- or second-gen immigrant, and despite the fact that they made it real big they're still extremely aware of being out of place and in a precarious position. Everyone in this family is terrible at hugging and/or doesn’t understand the point of doing it. All in either law or business . . . and then there's Gwen. Oops. 

She spent her childhood being perfectly molded into a little debutante doll (I haven't mentioned it in any fics, but she's a virtuoso pianist from years of being forced to take lessons, and might be good at ballet too?), and as soon as she went to college she fell hard into the boho-hippie-artiste lifestyle as a way of rebelling -- dated a lot of starving artists covered in tattoos, picked majors her parents would never have allowed (which is why she had to pay for her own education and is the only one of the family mired in student debt), the whole shtick.

Cliché, maybe, but I think it's fun and developed all of this back when Season 1 had just finished and all we had to go on was her DESPERATELY not wanting to move back in with her parents.

So, from oldest to youngest:

Harrison: the patriarch. Written well before the episode where she had a canon dad so do not judge me too hard. My description of him makes me laugh so have it word-for-word: ``Harrison Santos was a broad-shouldered Hispanic man almost as large as Mr. Campbell, with tiny glasses perched daintily on his nose and a head as smooth and shiny as an apple. He peered down at David through his glasses, which made his dark purple (almost black) eyes seem much larger and more intimidating.`` Big guy, little glasses; it's always funny. He's a man of few words and lots of judgement. Silent but deadly, you know? I went kinda HAM with the "big scary dad" stereotype, but I needed David to feel entirely inadequate and that helped. He and Gwen don't really have a relationship, partly because he spends so much time working and mostly because they don't understand each other even a little bit and have nothing to talk about. Doesn't much like David, but not for any real reason; maybe because he's not masculine enough, maybe because he's white, definitely because he might be the reason Gwen's still working at that shithole of a camp. (At least David isn't covered in tats and piercings, though. Small mercy.)

Valerie: Extremely beautiful dark-skinned black woman with maroon hair and silver eyes. Some sort of business executive, never thought too hard about what kind. Agonizingly proper, gives off vibes of being the decision-maker in the family, and while she loves Gwen and wants what's best for her, they strongly disagree on what that actually is. Valerie would love nothing more than for her youngest daughter to get a job in a respectable law or accounting firm, marry someone from a good background, and secure the family's legacy, and she's terrified of Gwen ruining her life and/or their reputation. She thinks Gwen is overemotional and irrational and it permeates every conversation they try to have; she's pretty concerned David is a gold-digger, as well, and even if he isn't, playing in the dirt for pennies is a pretty humiliating occupation.

Samson (Sam/Sammy): Gwen's oldest brother. Ngl I have very little about him except that he's a nice guy, which is kinda rare in Gwen's family so that's kinda noteworthy. Dark-skinned like their mother, curly green-black hair that he keeps out of his face with a barette, very deep voice. I know Gwen was really close with him and his wife/kids before they moved across the country, and she's had trouble losing one of her only allies in the family.

Leon (Lee): Sam's fraternal twin. Kinda a shithead -- actually, no, definitely a shithead. Disaster bisexual; his major interactions with Gwen so far have been stealing one of her boyfriends, humiliating David at a family gathering, and flying out to Camp Campbell to try and get them back together after they broke up because he thought it was his fault and felt bad about it. A really successful accountant, but in his personal life he's a total playboy and never seems to take anything all that seriously. He loves Gwen, in his own way, but he's honestly too selfish to really be a good brother to her at all. Thinks every life decision she's ever made is absolutely hilarious, and has no problem telling her and the rest of the family that; every misfortune she has is another episode in the Gwennie's Fuckups Show, which is his favorite. Has a perpetual smirk. Dark green curly hair, lavender eyes, and more of a family resemblance to Gwen than probably any of her other siblings in terms of facial structure and mannerisms. In some AUs, where Gwen’s family lives in Sleepy Peak instead of NYC, Lee is Dirty Kevin’s high school boyfriend; their breakup wasn’t pretty.

Audree (Dree): An angel. My wife. I would die for her. Okay, no, let’s try to be serious here . . . Audree’s the only other daughter in the family, and Gwen’s big sister. She’s a successful lawyer with a killer fashion sense and generally stays out of trouble, which means she attracts a lot less negative attention than Gwen ever could and is considered something of the golden daughter. She’s a lesbian and definitely a bit of a flirt, but also the type who ends up perpetually bouncing back between “extremely serious relationship” and “single forever.” Extremely charismatic, but she’s also kind of harsh and terrible at being gentle or warm, and a bit of a snob -- not in a cruel way, but in a blind-to-her-own-privilege way that gets her in trouble sometimes with the eventual woman she falls in love with (more on her in a moment). Teal eyes, relatively dark, and I just realized I never assigned her a hair color. Since the rest of the family’s are either reddish or green (Christmas colors!), I’ll go with a fun, fiery red, kind of like Gwen’s lighter shade of hair.

Christopher: Literally a non-entity. Sometimes I forget he’s there, oops. His only contribution to the story is that he went off to California to run a surf shop and Sam eventually went along with him. Maybe I’ll give him a personality someday, but right now he mostly exists as “the other fuckup beside Gwen” in their family’s eyes.

Eric: Another virtual nonentity, but one I’ve put a weird amount of thought in. He’s basically a carbon copy of his mother -- very put-together, prim, fastidiously perfect -- despite looking more like his dad (in terms of skin tone and eye color, anyway; he’s very willowy, not buff). He’s very feminine, bordering on foppish, but definitely not gay; I haven’t decided if he’s bi (like every other character I get my hands on) or just a fairly girly straight guy, but either way he’s really self-conscious about it. Probably would resent David for reminding him of that, because let’s be real, David isn’t exactly the most masc person in the world either. His only sense of humor is a cruel one, and he’s always been and probably always will be a hell of a bully -- not the beating-people-up Nurf kind, but in a subtler, mean-girl way. If you cross him, he’ll probably get you fired, is what I’m saying. He’d have made an excellent Woodscout if his family hadn’t signed him up for something more prestigious. Staunch Republican, snooty, and while he worships and idolizes his parents, I’m not sure he actually loves anyone. Of all of Gwen’s siblings, Eric is probably the one with the fewest redeeming qualities, but sometimes it’s fun to have a villain waiting in the wings in case I need him.

And then there’s poor little Gwennie. Doing her best.

David’s family

I’ve talked about the Pine/Greenwoods in the past, but I can’t find the post so let’s do it again!

David’s family is a lot smaller than Gwen’s -- at the moment it’s just him and his mom, though his dad has intermittently been in and out of the picture. His parents got divorced when he was 14 (right after Jasper died, which was pretty rough on poor Davey), and since then he’s maybe seen his father once or twice? His mom basically raised him, and they’re absurdly close.

Harvey Greenwood: Another villain! He has aggressive Cameron Campbell vibes, but happens to be an even bigger monster. He got Cynthia pregnant when he was 30 and she was 17 -- ew, gross, very bad -- and married her as soon as she graduated high school. They managed to keep things together until David was a teenager, at which point all illusions of a stable relationship shattered and he took off. David knows he’s married and has a family, and periodically receives birthday cards (never on his birthday, never the correct age, and always addressed to Cynthia’s house because he can’t be bothered to remember where David lives), but otherwise his dad is AWOL. He’s the American to David’s half-American nationality, and while David inherited his bright red hair and green eyes, that’s about all they have in common. I just like big, masculine dads, I guess, because he’s also built like a Campbell -- I think it’s fun to mess with David’s sense of inferiority on that regard, because I’m cruel -- and has a big ol’ mustache. I did realize too late that this does sound like a jacked-up version of Harvey from Stardew Valley, and I feel terrible about it. SDV Harvey deserves better.

Cynthia Pine: A sweet Canadian cinnamon roll who’s never done anything wrong in her life, and never will. She’s a librarian in a middle school, so she’s very used to handling difficult people and is generally tough as nails, but with a sunshiny bubbliness that she passed on to David; she taught him how to smile in the face of everything going wrong, and is his biggest inspiration and hero. Like I mentioned, she was just a kid when she got married and had David, and her marriage was far from a happy one -- with all the affairs, neglect, and gaslighting Harvey did, it was probably in some ways a relief when he finally left, even if it meant she had to go from a stay-at-home mom to a breadwinner. She worked a lot after the divorce, meaning that David had to take on a lot of the household responsibilities and she didn’t get to spend as much time with him as either of them would’ve liked, but they’re still extremely close despite it, in an “us against the world” kind of way. She’s fiercely protective of her son, and while she likes Gwen and would never say a word against her, she’s definitely not comfortable trusting anyone the way David is. Which she considers a success, because she wants nothing more than for David to go through life having the joy and innocence she didn’t get to. Anyway, she’s real little, very young, with childlike features, lots of freckles, and thin blonde hair like duck fluff. She’ll kill you, don’t get me wrong, but she’d never get convicted because she’s so sweet and gentle-looking.

In addition to the actual family, we have David’s “family”:

Father Ray: Listen, I was going through an existential crisis during 2018 or so, and I needed to work out my religious angst with a non-homophobic religious figure. Therefore, we have a priest of one of those rainbow-flag churches, who took David in when he was young (his mom is very religious) and basically kept him from self-destructing without a father figure. I don’t have much to say about him, except that he was kinda there when I needed a non-shitty Christian in my own life. He probably won’t be in the story again, but I have a soft spot towards him anyway.

Julia Winters: Ohhhh boy, it’s our best girl. Julia’s technically not an OC in the classic sense -- there was a picture in Season 1 that showed David and Jasper as little campers:

And there’s a purple-haired girl that @hopefullypessimistic84​ adopted and made her own -- but it doesn’t matter because I want to talk about her, she’s perfect. (I feel like I’ve mentioned her in the past, but I seriously can’t find any of my old posts because Tumblr is the worst, so here we are.)

Julia, Jasper, and David all met during their first year of camp; I think Julia and Jasper were closer in the beginning because Jasper was Camper Extraordinaire and Julia was actually kind of excited about camp at first . . . Eventually she realized that camping sucked and befriended David, and at some point David and Jasper were thrown together and they became their own little problem trio. They’re all only children, so they considered each other siblings, and though Jasper and Davey’s relationship would obviously change (whether he dies or not), they’d always consider Julia their little sister. Her primary nicknames for David are Sunshine and Red.

She’s an ace lesbian and very uncomfortable around pretty girls. As she gets older she picks up somewhat more of a punk aesthetic, with a motorcycle and a bomber jacket, and gets a career in corporate photography that takes her all over the world. Despite this extremely cool veneer, she cannot stay even remotely chill if a woman flirts with her, and it’s quite cute. She’s somewhere between fat and buff, and could probably easily pick David up and put him over her shoulder. Eventually she’ll meet and fall in love with Gwen’s sister, Audree (probably at gwenvid’s wedding), and it’ll be . . . a little bit awkward, partly because she has no patience for the Santos family and partly because she grew up poor, and she and Dree have some friction over general culture clash. But at the end of the day they’re still an incredibly powerful couple that belong on the cover of the world’s gayest magazine and love each other very much and make me cry.

Anyway, I hope I didn’t forget any major OCs . . . though obviously if I did they can’t have been that important.

I know there are a couple exes of Gwen’s who are especially fun -- like Greg the creepy stalker and Damien, the ex who slept with Lee and then gave her a mannequin head as an apology -- and her roommate Claire gets like two sentences but is an adorable stoner with the personality of a teddy bear, but I think these are the important ones.

Sure wish I could draw literally any of them, though. Sigh.

#campcamp #cc max #cc gwen #cc david #this doesn't deserve to go in the main tags #i don't care though it took a lot of work #and it's the closest thing to content I've made in a long time #*drops like a dead bird* #here #forestwriting? #i mean kinda #if you read all of this you're a hero #and also i'm sorry

[thebleedingeffect]

WHAT IS ALL OF THAT!!! that sure is a lot of lore !!!! I am not well versed in it !!!!!!! what do u think. i am willing to hear any and all ideas you feel like sharing, i love hearing ppl ramble. who knows if i like it a lot perhaps i shall draw .

plus i also just like the idea of techno being this kinda legendary hero guy and Oh Dear he found these two brothers oh Dear Oh What the Fuck he's sucked into the family he can't escape Oh No

Okay... I'm gonna try to.. envelop the main cores of loz lore over all the timelines but oh my god it's such a tall order, at the end of this I'm gonna link some videos you can watch if you wanna learn more about loz lore!! It's genuinely a ton of fun if you're a fan of expansive video game universes it's so so much fun <- totally hasn't been in loz hell for years now

The main idea of the loz universe is that it's a, curse dressed as a blessing sort of deal. There's three main goddesses: power, wisdom, and courage. All three of these guys are sort of trapped in a never ending cycle of sorts that's spurred on by Demise cursing the literal entire universe and dooming everyone to be endlessly reborn and forced into roles that they must obey less the entire world is destroyed/enslaved ^-^

That's the main core of all the games, they're all trapped in some way and they can't escape the cycle. Courage is destined to be the legendary hero that's hopelessly out of any sort of control or autonomy, wisdom who's doomed to never be listened to or considered at the end of the world, and power who even with the world in their hands- will never accomplish what they truly desire.

If you're wanting to do a dsmp au you could definitely do something along those lines!! It also helps that it's sorta royalty inspired and there's species and kingdoms! You probably already know them but I'll list them just to make sure: the rito, zora, gerudo, hylian, zonai, gorons, and kokori! There's monster species and other species that show up randomly in single games but these are the KEYSTONE kingdoms or species of all the games! (the minish and the twili for example, they're extremely interesting but only really show up for a single game)

Royalty is also a really important thing in the loz universe! Lots of divinity, magic, and funky tech is everywhere! But onto the actual dsmp stuff, if you want Techno to be the hero of courage I feel like you most definitely could!! Or you could have something where like, Wilbur is Wisdom and Tommy is Power, or you could do something totally different! You can be fluffy and humorous about it, or angsty, or even dark if you'd like! The beauty of the loz lore is that it gives you a ton of creative freedom that you can really do whatever you want tbh.

here's a good overview of themes in alot of the loz games

here's some worldbuilding and more about hyrule

this is SPECIFICALLY about ocarina of time but it helps to get more of a feel of the various tensions between the kingdoms

loz time crash course!!!

I still need to watch this but it's extremely chill, chill loz lore time

If you more of an explanation of the links instead of the greater world, WELL

To be perfectly honest, there's so much loz lore that you could do near anything with Techno and I guarantee you it would work. Shit! Make Phil part rito! Make Wilbur part zora! Do neither! Make Kristin a goddess of the depths itself! You can literally do anything I promise you!! Fuck it! Make Techno a gerudo!!! The loz world is open to you and you can do literally anything forever. I'm just having difficulty explaining everything cause there's so fucking much but I hope this is at least a decent intro to the greater loz lore

I NEARLY FORGOT ABOUT THE SHEKIAH THE SHEKIAH ARE VERY IMPORTANT AS WELL!!!!

#thebleedingeffect talks #there's so much lore that its genuinely easier to break it into three timelines. that somehow makes shit easier