#and then a few panels turned into 'well now i have to color everything and make it look good' and now here we are. 10 whole ass hours later

[glassrowboat]

Orange Ribbon

Word count: 1000+

Authors note: mentions of the reader being short, but to be fair when I think of Itto I still imagine that one photo of him next to Zhongli back before he was released. Itto is seven foot in my heart damnit-

Perhaps this is the perfect hiding spot, tucked behind grandma Oni's house with a stray slab of wood leaned against the wall to cover a few boxes from the rain whenever a storm comes crawling through, and currently yourself too. The treated otogi wood had a familiar smell that filled your senses. Though admiring some lumber wasn't your prime objective of this little game of hide and seek.

Not that you really needed to bother. Shinobu said the boys would be busy today helping put up posters for one of the many odd jobs they tend to pick up just to rake in some cash. Meaning you had all the time in the world to-

And the safe haven shook, the wood peeling back from this old paneled wall of the hut to reveal red horns and wide eyes right on you. A wide smile with pointed teeth that could only belong to one man, or in this case oni. “Look what I got for us!” He called out, hand holding up a small bag that, knowing him, was undoubtedly full of snacks.

So, no time in the world then.

Heh….

Taking a lid to the box you had set the onikabuto in to keep him all nice and secure as you subjected him to dress up time you slowly tried to slide it over the little guy as Itto excitedly talked. “Well my favorite sweetie pie, my bro, I got some strawberry daifuku, melon pan, and I even scored dorayaki!”

Dropping his bag on the box you were slowly sliding the lid over with a nice, hefty thud you couldn't help but jump. Itto was right about the snacks, they were something to get excited over, but not so much so when the little bug inside made a noise from the fright he was unwillingly given. You couldn't even fully click the lid over the box in time as Itto's black nails were poking the lid off as he made a small huh?

“What are you doing to my little buddy?”

The real answer to that? Well, the stray cats in the village have taken to running away from you everything they even caught a sight of your presence. Fully self done, but it still hurt as they turned away from you, fleeing from the person who would snatch them up and cover them in bow ties, little sweaters, or on the rare occasion a top hat for the less squeamish ones. It seems that you've completely lost every cats good graces after treating them like dress up dolls so you were stuck with no choice but to turn to a creature that reasonably couldn't run away. So now there's Crimson Staff being revealed to both your eyes as a bright orange ribbon was wrapped In a neat bow around his horn.

Deflect. Deflect. 

“What have I told you about calling me bro?”

“Don't call you bro when I've had my tongue in your mouth? Sorry, babe.” As he spoke, an awkward laugh slipped out of him, sharp fangs on show as he tried to brush it off with a smile. “But what are you doing to my star onikabuto beetle battler?”

Can't have his little champion getting distracted from the ring and all that. 

Okay, the first deflection didn't work.

“It's actually for your beetle battles!” You claimed, eyes flicking down to the bright orange fabric. “It's a warning. You know how in nature the most colorful animals are the dangerous ones, right? So this is just like war paint.”

Poison dart frogs are characterized by one very important feature that could only help solidify your point, so clearly, this claim has some backing. Backing Itto only seemed to nod at as he raised a hand to pat the little guy on the back, always so careful to make sure he wouldn't do any actual harm as he did so. “Interesting way to see it.”

Not at all….

“Though I'm not sure an orange ribbon would look more menacing than the bright red color he already has. Or what about that badass looking scar? But I respect the decision.” 

“Why thank you for your approval, I'm honored.”

Teasing him didn't work well though when he moved his hand over to pinch at your cheeks, pulling and squishing them at his leisure. “You’re a goof, you know that?”

“Says the town idiot.” A little uncalled for? Yes. Did you care when he was still trying to egg a reaction out of you? No. You didn't even feel bad as your tongue stuck out to point at him.

“Who you callin’ an idiot, short stuff?” How you could see his eyes flicking down to your tongue, or maybe even your lips as he leaned in closer, towering frame crouching down to where you were kneeling close enough to kiss. 

So how could you help yourself from pressing a quick smooch to his nose, trying not to giggle outwardly as his eyes crossed to watch your actions. So cute. “You, tall stuff.”

“Oh now you're asking for it, babe.” Reaching his hands out you didn't even have time to squeal as he picked you up, raising you up and into the air as Itto stood back up. There would be no freedom for you to have like this. Especially not when he had such easy access to grab at your ass. “Alright, so let's play a guessing game, yeah?”

Without even bothering to wait for you to say yes, you're down for this, Itto kept talking. “This is because you can't dress up the cats anymore, isn't it?”

Ah…you've been figured out.

“No. Maybe. Okay, yes.”

“Then I volunteer.” Katniss? “Why bother the onikabuto when I'm right here, babe? You can tie all the ribbons you want in my hair. Get some clips too if you want. I'm down for it all.”

“Is-”

“Better yet!” Itto started, cutting you off as he jostled you in his arms to keep you from falling. Mother fucker could've given a warning. “We can get the entire gang in on it. You could make us look all cool and stuff with all sorts of things. So let's get you some ribbons so then I can be the manliest oni on the block.”

“You're…ridiculous.”

“No, I'm all yours.”

Fair. “Yeah, you are.” Grabbing a tussle of his white hair you twirl it around your finger, unable to help yourself from thinking about tying it in all sorts of ways with all the little hair accessories you have back home. Maybe the ones with little skulls, more ribbons, or that one charm Itto had got you after first becoming official. (Shinobu had only told you later Itto had worked for a week straight to get it for you). “Then you're my dress up doll for the next hour, mister. No backsies?”

“None at all. Do to me as you wish, I'm so ready for a makeover!”

Oh, you're gonna make sure he'll regret saying that.

“Challenge accepted.”

Sucker.

#itto x reader #arataki itto #arataki itto x reader #itto #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #x reader #gn reader #hoyoverse

[pennylanefics]

Secret Garden - Josh Kiszka

a/n: i of course got this inspiration at like 2 in the morning and finished it at 4 🙃 it starts off rough bc i haven’t written for a bit, and it’s not my greatest, but i tried :) also inspired by this photo i reblogged yesterday

summary: josh finds a hidden garden and brings you there to spend time together

Josh walks along a concrete path, his soft hand in yours, swinging back and forth like two children holding hands. His thumb rubs the back of yours soothingly, reminding you with his touch that he’s here and with you. Today, with him being back home from tour for a little while now, he wanted to spend time with you, of course, but in a new place.

Recently, while on a walk by himself, he discovered this little secret and hidden garden with a small but beautiful pond and a bunch of plants and flowers in the middle of a round stone structure; he immediately knew he wanted to bring you with him the next time he went and show you the space.

No words are spoken as you come up to a wooden structure, overtaken by the greenery. There’s a small bench underneath a large circle cutout in the paneling, overlooking the gorgeous yet slightly overgrown garden.

“Josh, what-”

“I came across this and it was so peaceful here, and I figured we could use some time to ourselves,” he murmurs, bringing you over to the bench to take a seat.

Looking out the window-like feature, you take in the bright green scenery, the early morning sunlight filtering through to bathe everything in a hazy glow, the fog in the distance beginning to settle. There was a large tree just to the right of you, a few ways away from where you sat, that provided some shade to the small pond that it was planted right next to.

“Who owns this?” You wonder, turning to your lover, who sits there, admiring you, a small grin on his lips.

“I’m not sure. It’s not on private property, so it must be a community thing. But I sat here for so long the other day, clearing my head, and I know you could use the same.”

His hand remains in yours as you lean against the curve of the circular cut-out, staring at Josh in awe. The sunlight was beginning to move, and the spot Josh sat in was its next target; though he didn’t seem to care, and as he gazes into the distance, you take in his features.

From the soft curls resting against his forehead, to the slight bump of his nose that you loved so much, his ears that were now visible all the time due to his haircut, and the newly shaved down sides that were your favorite part about it all; how soft it felt under your fingertips, like his velvet jumpsuits right before he goes on stage.

The blinding sun shone directly onto Josh’s face as he takes deep breaths of the fresh air, yet he still didn’t seem to have an issue with it. This gave you a chance to see the beautiful color of his eyes. He had always been insecure about his brown irises, hating that they weren’t a striking blue or deep green that would grab people’s attention.

However when you met him, you found a deep love for his eyes. They held so much of his soul and so much knowledge, they hide visions of film ideas behind them, and best of anything, they offer so much comfort. When you’re feeling down, you can look into his eyes and suddenly, everything is okay; he expresses his emotions with them as well, and it’s one thing you adore about him.

Of course, not to mention amount of love they held for you every single time they landed on you.

The streak of light lit them up beautifully, turning them from a deep chocolate brown to a stunning, rich, golden brown, one that makes them stand out so much more, and showcases their beauty in a different light.

You get lost in the sight for a moment, falling into the pool of color, feeling that sense of comfort come to you, even though no words have been said. Warmth washes over you by just looking into is eyes, a sign of how in love you are with Josh.

Traveling down his face, your eyes land on his soft, plump lips. The ones you loved to kiss so much, the ones that spoke praise to you during passionate nights, so pink and kissable all the damn time. Every so often, as you lay in bed laying side by side, facing each other, you take a moment to trace your finger along his lips just because. And he always makes sure to give your fingertips soft kisses in return as well.

“Something on your mind, darling?” His voice breaks you from your daze. Shaking your head for a moment, your eyes meet again, and now, that warm, comforting color was staring right back at you.

“Nothing at all,” you grin, brushing off the daydream. “Just thinking about how much I love you.” Josh smiles and leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

“I love you too, dove,” he whispers against your lips before sitting back down.

As the hours pass, you and Josh remain in your spots, enjoying the nice, spring weather while taking in the beauty of nature, and quietly chatting over anything and everything. Josh tells you stories from tour that he was saving to tell you, while you detail what some of your days were like without him, or complaining about work.

Eventually, you move to lay in Josh’s arms, with your back against his chest, your head snuggly fitting into the crook of his neck. His arms were wrapped around you as tightly as they could be, and he rests his cheek on the crown of your head. Your legs were sprawled out on the bench, the sun now high in the midday sky, making the leaves and vines creeping up the sides of the walls the perfect sunshade for you.

Your eyes flutter closed as a cool breeze washes over you, the chill in the air sending a small shiver up your arms. Josh begins to hum along to one of their new songs quietly as his hands rub your forearms, having sensed your sudden discomfort with the temperature.

“Josh, can you tell me the story of when you decided you wanted to become a filmmaker?” You ask, not turning around. He chuckles lightly, the sound rumbling in his chest and vibrating onto your back.

“Of course, darling. I was young, probably twelve, when my school was doing a film contest. Anyone could send anything in, and I did something with Jake and Sam. It was so stupid, we were just running around on the playground at the park near our house. But it had a whole story to it. We used our imagination the best we could, and it somehow ended up winning second place. From there, I decided that I really liked telling stories.

“It escalated to writing out short stories for me and my friends. They went nowhere aside from acting them out whenever I had friends sleep over. But then when I was sixteen, I had a friend who offered to lend his video camera to us so we could shoot it. And ever since then, I’ve loved writing stories and and watching the script come to life.”

The soothing sound of his soft, melodic voice was enough to make your eyelids grow heavy, but you didn’t want to fall asleep and miss this incredible time with him.

“Haven’t I told you that before? Why did you wanna hear it again?” He asks, placing his cheek back on your head. You hum quietly and sit up, his face falling as you slip away from his arms. Coming close to him, you kiss his nose as softly as ever, a blush immediately rising to his cheeks.

“I just wanted to hear you talk. I love listening to you.”

“Is that so?” He coos, trying to cover up the fact that he was flustered and flattered. Giggling, you kiss all over his face in response, eliciting a high-pitched giggle from him as well.

“Very much so. Why do you think I ask you to read me to sleep every night? I could listen to you talk for hours.”

“You’re so adorable,” he gushes, kissing you as sweetly as ever. You settle back in his arms, silence falling over the two of you as the sounds of nature take over.

Birds chirping, the wind rustling the green leaves on the trees, the flowers bouncing along with every breeze. Crickets could be heard in the distance, adding to the ambience of the space. Josh closes his eyes as well, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, calming and grounding himself in the moment.

“I could stay here forever,” you whisper, turning your head to gaze up at him. He smiles, placing a single kiss to your forehead.

“Me too, dove. Hopefully when we settle down, we can move into a little cottage away from the city, no neighbors for miles, just wide open spaces, a beautiful garden to sit in and enjoy on days like these.”

“Do you dream about that? Like…what our future looks like and all?” Josh clears his throat and situates himself a bit to get more comfortable.

“I do,” he admits quietly. “I would love to move closer to the mountains, away from civility, but not too far, just for the solitude and peace. No honking cars, no drunk people walking down the street at two in the morning, no neighbors playing obnoxiously loud music until the late hours of the night. Just us two, maybe a dog and a cat.”

“What kind of dog and cat?” Switching positions, you were now sitting with your legs draped across Josh’s lap, his feet planted on the ground, facing forward. Your right arm rests around his shoulder while your left lays on your legs, playing with Josh’s right hand.

“I always imagine a greyhound. A gentle giant, one that’s rescued from the racing tracks. I would love to show them what it’s like to be loved, they’re such beautiful dogs and it would be such a magical time and feeling watching them accept the love and care they deserve. And for cats, you know we’d have to get an orange cat. They’re such characters and so loving and sweet at the same time.”

“I love that,” you sigh softly. “It sounds so nice. What else do you imagine?” Josh smiles and looks at you sweetly.

“I imagine a garden where we can grow our own fruits and vegetables, probably a little nook like this to spend our days in, reconnecting with nature and just being in each other’s presence. I also think it’d be a small house, not too big, maybe a room or two extra for our kids.”

“You think about that too?” Josh’s face was now bright pink, his secrets having been exposed. Yeah, of course he thought of everything like that, but he wasn’t expecting to share it, ever.

“Yeah,” he whispers, looking down at your entwined hands. “But I won’t get into that right now.”

“Do you think about names?” You wonder, keeping your eyes down as well. He pauses for a moment before a small chortle rattles his body.

“Daisy and Heath,” he smiles to himself. “The boy’s name is a work in progress, but the impact Heath Ledger had on film was incredible.”

“I love those, Josh.”

“And I love you,” he finally looks up, tilting your chin a bit to meet his gaze. Smiling widely, you take notice of the absolute adoration in his brown eyes, back to the original color that you fell deeply in love with. “I want to be with you till the end of time, my love. You are my everything, and I want to give you the world because you deserve it.”

Tears form in your eyes and you fall into Josh’s arms, wanting to hide how emotional he’s made you.

“I love you so much, Josh. You mean everything to me, and you already give me the world by just loving me.” He leans in and kisses you deeply. His hand rises to cup your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing the apple of your cheek.

Your hands tangle in his soft locks, your right hand tugging on the curls at the back of his neck, your left hand threading through the side, right above the shaved section; your fingertips eventually trail down for a few seconds to stroke over the fuzzy area.

The kiss lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away to rest his forehead on yours, attempting to catch his breath.

“My beautiful angel, how in the world did I get so lucky to call you mine?”

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[happysadyoyo]

@pillowspace So... this isn't the time loop au but I thought you might enjoy something a little different considering I'm going to be spending my next few ficlets doubling down on the whump. I really really like dangerous Moon and exploring the cruelty of turning a daycare attendant into an assistant murderer.

So to counterbalance that I'm gonna write a little bit of clone au, and am tagging you in it for the love and maintenance of caring for your resident DCA. If you don't want to be tagged or see the other parts it's okay to let me know!

____

When you applied, it'd been for a laugh. You'd never expected to be standing outside a large plexi and metal cylinder, watching as a seven foot (eight foot? You've never been particularly good at guessing sizes) jester animatronic be tested by a diagnostic robot.

Honestly, you have no idea what you're doing, really.

The computer in front of you dings, and you glance at it. Everything had gone green except for a part in the animatronic's chest. You squint and check your notes on what to do before opening the service chamber.

"Hello! How does everything look doc?" The animatronics' personalities aren't shut down during maintenance, a fact that had startled you the first time you'd been tasked to touch up the paint on the wolf's nails. Roxy? She wasn't one of the originals, so you found it harder to remember her name.

This one is new too. A sun themed jester for the daycare with flexible rays that softly flutter as it watches you pick up a wrench. It doesn't have pupils, possibly so the children don't know where it's looking and discourage misbehaviour. You're not sure how it wouldn't be off-putting.

Then again, this animatronic was designed by the same company who hired a biologist in place of a mechanic, so maybe you shouldn't be so surprised. Fazbear seems like a company that failed upwards despite shooting itself in both feet and eyes.

Ha, your sense of humor is coming back. Your therapist will be pleased.

You stand in front of the animatronic now, tapping the wrench lightly against its front panel. "Oh, are you hoping for a surprise? Sorry, but we don't have a cake hatch like the glamrocks." It does help with unlatching it's hatch, pulling the ruffle around its neck up, the sun rays retracting as you feel for the indentations along the smooth ridge of metal. It had to be hidden and baby proofed since it was a daycare attendant.

The hatch swings open and the smell of burning plastic is accompanied by an outpouring of glitter, falling over your hands and apron, the operating table and onto your shoes and the grubby floor below. You stare at the rainbow of color before looking up at the animatronic blankly.

It has released its ruffle and waves its hands apologetically. "I am so sorry. Of course I'll help clean it up but ---" Your blank stare comes across as unnerving for most people, but you're surprised when it seems to affect the animatronic as well. "A little one decided they wanted to make me pretty since it's been awhile since I've had the chance to clean up. I must've forgotten all about it with how busy I've been. How bad is it inside?" It tries to peer inside, but the rays get in the way.

You look too, covering your mouth and nose with one hand. It's not too bad, you guess. Most of the glitter has melted around the hottest moving parts, and the fan was clogged, making it all the worse. You snap a picture before showing it to the animatronic. It wasn't. A conscious thing to do. Later, you would reason it out as a way to document your work. There was no way the higher ups would like you tinkering so much otherwise.

"Oh! Well, that is bad I suppose. Thank you for showing me." The animatronic watches you curiously as you set down your wrench, going back to the table in search of something. "I've not caught your name friend. I'm Sun! Or Sunny to friends. I'd like to think we're friends, since you're going inside me."

There's a moment of hesitation, and you take the time to test the can you've found. It hisses sluggishly, making you frown. You can feel the animatronic's eyes on you. Sun, Sunny. Your hand twitches involuntarily, and you drop the can.

"Oh!" You hear Sunny move, and turn in time to see him taking one long stride to bend and fetch the can. It holds the hatch still, keeping it from smacking into your arm. "Here you go. I saw you don't like bending down so..."

You're face to plate with it now, and you can hear the mechanics in its head clicking and whirring softly. You can't shake the feeling that it's looking past your skin and inside you, all the way down into your marrow. You shiver and push it back, rubbing your arms and looking to the side. Ignoring its apologies as it returns to the table, still holding the can of air.

You find a new can and test it as well. It hisses sharply, blowing specks of glitter off your sleeve. When you return to the table, you hold out your phone again. Typed out on it is your name.

Delicate long fingers wrap around yours so the animatronic can read the small text. They're warm and smooth and it surprises you how softly it holds you. "Ah, that is a lovely name. It's like sunshine."

When it lets go, you can't help the heat creeping up your neck from the compliment. Or, more rightly so, the very genuine sounding warmth that came from Sunny's voice. How could that be programmed in?

#clone au #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #for the record charlie will be in this too >> #i adore the puppet.

[disasterofastory]

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 1 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 1 - Interview // The maid of Mr. Barnes Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You have an interview for the maid job.

A/N: The first chapter of my new series about Bucky as a mobster and Reader as his new maid. I’m really excited about this story and I hope you will like it. Enjoy!

You are in the middle of nowhere. Acres of clear meadows surround you with forests in the background. Colorful wildflowers decorate the tall grass. Blooming red poppies cover the peaceful scenery. They ripple under the slight breeze of summer. The sun is at the top of the clear sky, warming your skin as you push yourself closer to the window. You can feel its heat on your shoulder. The bus slowly rocks under you with every hump and turn. The muscles of your legs flex as you try to keep your balance on your seat. Your eyes are on the view as you search for your destination. Nobody told you you have to go out to the middle of nowhere. Nobody told you that Mr. Barnes lives so far away from the city.

"Hey, Miss," the driver calls out for you as the bus stops with a loud creak. He glances at you over his shoulder. "This is your stop." You frown at his words but still move to get off the vehicle with a soft thank you. "And where should I go?" You turn back to the bus, looking up at the man behind the wheel. "Go straight, miss. You won't miss it." Well, if Mr. Barnes doesn't live in a tree, you are sure you won't miss it. "Thank you," you sigh, nodding at the driver as the doors of the bus close in front of you.

Soon, the bus departs, leaving you on the side of the road. There is a wooden board with a riding school name on it. A painted white horse looks back at you above the crooked letters. The dirt road behind it leads into the forest with muddy wheel tracks. The musky scent of the animals slaps you across the face as the light wind swirls in the air. The heavy smell settles in your nostrils.

Adjusting the bag on your shoulder, you turn to the other way to continue your journey to the given address.

The agency you work for called you a few days ago with an offer. They told you somebody needs a maid and asked if you are interested. You would have to move in, and it pays well. It was everything you wanted, but there was a catch. Of course, there is always a catch. You would work for Mr. Barnes. The mob boss. One of the leaders of the Avengers.

You heard of them before like everyone else. The gang rules the city and a lot of others. Some say they are harmless if you don't cross their way, while others are sure they are cruel and ready to kill you even because of a glance. You don't know who you should believe. You never had to care about them until now. But right now, you are in great need of a job and money, and you are not in the position to be picky. At this point, you don't care if Mr. Barnes is a gangster or a baker if he pays you well.

Almost half an hour later, you find the right road that leads you to the mansion. You can barely see the white building behind the tall brick wall that encircles the whole estate.

Well, at least he doesn't live in a tree.

You glance down at your watch with a relieved sigh. You still have five minutes until the interview. You are surprised you get here on time. There was a point in your journey when you were sure the bus driver made a fool of you. You stop in front of the iron gate, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles on your clothes. There is a panel on the wall with a blank screen. You frown at it. What should you do with it? You are ready to panic when a voice breaks your confused state from nowhere. Jumping at the sudden noise, you look up at the cameras that turn your way in sync with the question. "Who are you?" "I'm Y/N," you speak up after a few seconds of hesitation. You grimace when you hear the trembling of your voice. "I'm here for the interview for the maid position." "Come in," somebody answers, and with that, the gate opens just enough to let you in. It creaks and groans.

A gravel road leads you to the building, splitting in two with a fountain in the middle. Water falls from the top with an elegant curve. Well-kept trees and bushes follow you on your way. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Small pebbles creak under your steps, and a man already waits for you on the marble porch. He wears jeans and a simple shirt. The fabric does nothing to hide his muscled body.

"Good morning," you speak up first, trying to put on your bravest face. A small jerk of the man's lips tells you that your attempt is unsuccessful. "Good morning," he says, holding out his hand for a shake when you reach him. "Sam Wilson." "Y/N Y/L/N," you introduce yourself, grabbing his warm hand. His squeeze is gentle and doesn't last longer than a second. "Come on in," he says. "I hope it's not a problem if we look into your bag. It's a protocol." "It's okay," you hum, following him into the building. What could your answer be? No? You didn't come all the way to back out now because they want to see what is in your bag.

A small room opens from the foyer. A man sits behind a desk full of computers. With a quick glance, you can see a lot of different parts of the house on the screens. Mr. Barnes really protects his place, huh? "Y/N, he is Phil," Sam says, introducing you to the man. "If you get the job, you will meet him often." "Hello," you wave at him awkwardly. "Ms. Y/L/N," he nods your way, taking your bag from your hand to look into it. "Can I trust you enough to believe you don't have any bug on you?" Your eyes widen at Sam's words. "A what?" You ask back. "A listening device," he explains. "Oh," you gasp. "No. I-I have nothing on me besides... clothes." You are not sure you would let them search you even though you really need the job. "Okay," Phil speaks up, giving you back your bag. "It's clear." "Great," Sam nods, touching your elbow for a second to goad you to the stairs. "We will talk in my office if it's okay with you?" "Sure," you nod, following up to the second floor.

You are confused about where Mr. Barnes is, but after some thinking, it's obvious he wouldn't waste his time on you. You are sure he has much more important things to do than questioning somebody for a maid position.

The house is beautiful with natural colors and huge windows. Expensive paintings hang on the walls with more expensive furniture and decorations all around the place. After a few turns, you entirely lost yourself in the corridors, almost walking into the man when he stops in front of a door.

"Sit down, please," he says, motioning you to one of the chairs in front of a huge mahogany desk. "So, Y/N Y/L/N," he starts, sitting down on his chair, and leaning back on it. "You live in the city with one of your friends, correct?" "Yes," you nod, surprised. Sam smiles at you apologetically, seeing your shock. "Background check," he says. "I hope you understand." "Yes," you nod. It doesn't mean you feel comfortable with it. What do they know about you already? "And you have already worked as a maid before," he states. "Yes," you nod again. "For two years. And before it, I worked in hotels." "So you know what you would have to do here. Bucky doesn't ask much, just basic cleaning and keeping everything organized. He has a chef and a few gardeners. They come and go every few days. And a team comes a few times a month for deep cleaning." You nod. It's a relief. You don't know how you could keep this place clean alone all the time. You would need a week just to wash the windows. "If you get the job, you would have to live here. Is it okay?" "Yes." "And I guess you already know about what we do?" "Yes." Your lips are dry, and you have to force your leg not to bounce. Everybody knows what they do. "I shouldn't even say this, but this job requires discretion. I'm sure you will see and hear things that may disturb you, but Bucky needs someone who can keep her mouth shut and turn a blind eye on things." "I can do that," you reply a bit too quickly. "I mean, I will try... I hope." "It's okay, Y/N," Sam smiles at you warmly. "It's understandable you are a bit nervous." Nervous doesn't describe how you really feel. A job interview is already stressful enough without meeting with gangsters. "A lot of our men sleep here from time to time, or they even move in when needed. All of us have our own rooms, and it's not your job to keep them tidy, but they still need cleaning from time to time. And the same goes for the offices. Most of your job will be in the common rooms and what they ask you to do. Is it okay?" "Yes," you nod. "I can even help in the kitchen or in the garden," you offer, hoping you don't sound too desperate. "Can you cook?" "Yes." You are not a master chef, but nobody complained before. "And the garden?" "I learn quickly." "That's a good thing in this house. Do you have anything else to say?" "I guess you already know everything," you tell him after some thinking. You hope the sarcasm isn't so obvious in your tone. "That's probably true," he nods. "If that's it, we are done here. I will call you this week with the decision, but I wouldn't be worried if I were you. For obvious reasons, not many people applied for this job." You don't feel better after his comment. Maybe applying for the job was a mistake? The others maybe know something you don't? You stand up from your seat, unsure about what to do next. Is it really over? "You can go, Y/N," he nods, busying himself with a document in front of him. "Thank you," you reply in the end, making your way to the door with a last glance back to the man. "Have a nice day, Mr. Wilson."

The moment you touch the handle, the door bursts open, almost hitting you on the face. A loud gasp breaks up from your chest as you jump back. "Oh!" A man stops at the doorway, looking at you with shock. "I'm sorry." "It's okay," you croak out. "I'm fine." "Are you here for the job?" "Yes," you nod. "We are finished just now," Sam says. "Steve, let Y/N go on her way. I'm sure she has already fed up with us." Sam's voice is cheeky and humorous as the blond man in front of you steps out of your way to let you leave. "Have a nice day," you tell them again as a goodbye.

A relieved sigh leaves your lips as you step out of the room before you stop in your tracks. Where did you come from?

"You are a bastard, Sam," Steve says to his friend after the door closes behind him with a soft click. A devilish smile pulls on his lips. "She will wrap Bucky around her little finger within a minute." Steve Rogers knows his best friend and the type of women Bucky likes. And you are just the type. "He deserves it after making fun of me so many times because of Leila." A muffled knock cuts into their conversation before Steve can answer. "Yes?" The blond man opens the door, becoming face to face with you once again. "Did you forget something?" "I..." you clear your throat. "I don't know where the exit is," you confess. Your skin heats up, and the men's laugh doesn't help your embarrassment even though their amusement is not mocking. You don't want to know what they may think of you now. The silly girl can't even find her way out of the building that's bigger than all of the houses she lived in her whole life. "I will show you," Steve offers, looking back at Sam over his shoulder. "We will talk later."

"I'm Steve Rogers, by the way," he introduces himself formally, walking beside you. "Y/N Y/L/N," you reply. "I didn't see your car outside." "I came by bus," you shrug. "Bus?" He asks, surprised. "I will take you home." It's not an offer. It's a statement. "You don't have to," you argue softly anyway. "I'm sure you have more important things to do." "It's fine, Y/N," he smiles at you. His crystal blue eyes gleam under the rays of sunshine filtering through the windows. "Thank you," you reply at the end. Arguing with Steve would probably be futile, so you don't even try it. If he wants to take you home, so be it. You would have to wait for the next bus for an hour anyway.

You are happy the interview is over. Both Sam and Steve seem nice, but you know better than to trust their facade. They are dangerous men, and you still didn't meet with your boss.

Mr. Barnes.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mafia au

[ladythot]

What is ur opinion on all the Yuenchi characters that appeared so far?

Now this is a very great opportunity for me to introduce some of the cuties in the gaiden but let me just show you this unnamed boxer cutie before startin off with a few characters—

*heart eyes, dick hard*

We'll call him boxer cutie, I recall he appears in 12th chapter but anything pass 11 of yuuenchi is almost nonexistent 'less you're desperate like me to go on reddit and scourge for the rest. I love his chill, free and easy personality. But one thing that bothered me is (cw spoilers) my guy already experienced his last moments before mumon could even become a bodyguard at his place and lost to one of those vacuum palm users aka nincompoops like yanagi, hopefully he atleast gives us his name before he rests in peace kek

Mumon Katsuragi :aka the bakiverse inosuke

He's a natural cutie. I find it intriguing how his lips have more color than the rest of the male characters in the gaiden and female characters usually have those, right? I like it when people ask if he's a woman as soon as he takes off his cap. He probably wears it to look more manly and convincing. Besides that, I realize how close the connections are between presumably distant characters and characters he had raw connections with aka Tokugawa/taizan/rofu/kozue etc. They all know about katsumi and it makes me wonder if there's a time where lil informations about eachother are occasionally brought through random moments as they think about that time in the circus

I'd also like to say since he left the circus; there's one panel where kid katsumi can be seen crying over him and his dad, he slipped during his performance because he was worried about mumon and this goes back to that one canon detail where katsumi still appreciates his biological mom despite her having to leave him the same way—This small angsty detail burdened me with profound woes and made me feel bad for my boy katsumi because mumon never planned turning on his heels once as he left daw fuck me bro, me thinks what ifww katsumi held a grudge on him instead and they fwight epicly at the very end

Overall? He's such a good boy, but in the latest chapters....? He became feral after his trauma was relived (chapter 16)

Taizan Matsumoto

Best dad no words. He raised mumon so well—no better dilf could simply replace his raw capability as a functional parent in the bakiverse. Not only does he headlock properly, he takes things to another level by being the solid mvp of the gaiden. Mumon would simply stay as a famishing stray kid without him, what more is there without this man prior to recent chapters? None. He's such a good father figure to both mumon and kozue, but good things come to end sooner than bad earnings—Itagaki why indeed.

I think he's the reason why mumon likes hanging out under cherry blossoms? someone mentioned that and I'd like to take the lovely idea to heart without correcting myself or the other person in hand

Rofu Isomura

Interesting character. Love him and the faces he made with kid mumon, their interaction, growth and everything. Anything about their interaction was wholesome and it showed mumon's unspoken aptitude for quick learning and being a genius at mastering techniques at such a young age. He's funny too, so unpredictable yet enjoyable

Mizuchi Koganemaru

Ya really need my opinion lastly on this silver spoon? His talent for nude sculpting is pretty impressive and we're not hinting at the sculpture of lady in the corner of his room. I think he's so mysterious, I like it. But also, there haven't been enough source for the recent chapters nor updates so I can't tell much about my opinion on him. One thing I wanna know is, what's he doin sculpting mumon and holding the manmade cement head huh.

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I vouch yuuenchi for the unique art style and well written details for the manga artist to consider drawing in the upcoming chapters :heart emoji: they have all my respect in terms of making mumon and the rest. The more the merrier innit for the main anime?

There are a few more characters I've had peeks of in the latest chapters which is really hard to find by the way, but this is all I could say for now lawl

#baki the grappler #baki dou #baki gaiden #yuuenchi #baki son of ogre #mumon katsuragi

[tothepointofinsanity]

hey #1 sayaka fan (appointed by me) . how do you come up with your compositions and stuff?? like the colors u use and just generally how ur drawings are layed out, do you have any inspiration or is it just from your brain? absolutely love them ‼️‼️‼️

Oh, hello. ^^ Firstly, thank you for graciously giving me the title of the "number 1 Sayaka fan". I can think of a few people who like her way more than me, though! Anyways. You have provided me an unfortunate opportunity to ramble incoherently about my main inspirations.

Aside from acknowledging that Gekidan Inu Curry is a titular player of how my madomagi works turn out, I very much like video games a lot, specifically the abstract, no-explanation-walking-task-simulator types. Visuals and music combined can help create an otherworldly ambience unlike any other, even more so appealing if the graphics are striking, colourful, and personalised. They sort of resemble liminal spaces, and I want those vibes in my works. It's hard to directly translate them into my own drawings.

Dull colours are very effective at being gloomy, but since I'm not good at mixing them together, I often end up sticking to bright ones instead. Whenever I draw Sayaka, I also like to imagine that I'm drawing her in a world where she is the only inhabitant wandering around in it, so that's the 'composition' part. Everything in her world is lonely and vast but ambiguous in a way that feels unintentionally hostile. Music can also affect this. Did you know loneliness can be heard too?

I mentally revisit the colours and visuals of games I have previously played and kind of rotate Sayaka around in them and see what clicks for her that day. I also like putting a bunch of 'boxes' in my drawings of her, which are panels that show something happening elsewhere entirely - they are the way they are since I struggle to blend two different scenarios of Elsewhere in the same drawing. It's meant to resemble the weird, clunky interfaces of the games I like, essentially making it a drawing with interactive mechanics that don't exist.

It is also fun to try and put as much nonsense into her surroundings as possible. Because why shouldn't you give her a bunch of different irrelevant things to look at. Most of the time, though, my backgrounds are fairly empty, since I want Sayaka to be within the frame of focus, and the only thing for others to look at. Having spontaneous close-up shots of the character's face and experimenting with that also yields interesting results. < That's a lot of words to pretend I know what I'm doing.

I do take inspiration from other artists' works as well, but I'm too reluctant/awkward to post their drawings here or mention them. There is probably a lot more that I am forgetting to mention, but this is all I can compose for now. I hope it has been satisfactory. Thank you for the ask!

#ASKS 💌

[duck-ducks]

Enter the Autobots!

Chapter 3: Toy Soldiers

Gadiolus’s equilibrium was out of whack. Something about the clear cube, the liquid in it that was sloshing as breakdown swayed while he walked down a hall that looked like every other hall they had already walked down, and her nerves from being dropped on her ass after she stabbed the supposed leader of this band of rapscallions had her getting a dizzy spell.

Motormaster was stomping in front of the rest, mumbling to himself. At first, she had tried to hear what he was saying but after catching a few choice words about squishing and shooting her, she elected that it was better for her peace of mind to ignore it for the time being.

Once again they all were silent. She wanted so badly to ask questions. She didn’t know what they were or where they came from. She had so little information she craved more of it. Inside her fish bowl, it wasn’t seeming like the time to chance that they might be happy to explain themselves.

Being sloshed to the side saddled her out of her thoughts.

They had entered a room bigger than any she had ever been in before.

It must have been at least half a football field, a grayish purple in color. One of the walls was covered in screens of varying sizes while another had electronics of unrecognizable origin. However, the most striking thing had to be the structure on the other end of the room. Large and circular, it had stairs leading up to it and a control panel to the right of it at the bottom of the stairs.

“Why can’t we just have a base on land?” This one didn’t have glass eyes, instead, he had a visor, yet somehow still conveyed a “wide-eyed” expression with it. “What if a wall collapsed and the water rushing in killed us all?”

“Shut up Deadend.” Motormaster said this like an automatic reaction, unthinkingly and with no change in his expression.

“But it could happen! I’ve seen Blitzwing accidentally set off his blaster on the battlefield, what’s to say he wouldn’t set it off inside the Nemesis!?” Deadend started to jog to get closer to the front of the group. Unfortunately for him as soon as he got in front of Motormaster he was shoved out of the way.

as they drew closer to the structure she noticed it. It was a bird, sitting on the stair rail. A bird that like everything else she had seen today was also made of metal.

“Hey Buzzsaw, do you always draw the short straw or do you just volunteer to babysit us for fun?” The gray and red one with purple “eyes,” whom she realized she didn’t know the name of, leaned forward to be “eye” level with the bird

“I enjoy watching you struggle.” Buzzsaw didn’t sound the way you might expect a bird to speak, he almost sounded like a girl with a southern lilt. “Now who might this be?” He turned to look directly at Gladiolus, catching her off guard. She had expected to be largely ignored, but then again when had anything been as she expected today.

“I don't know, some human we picked up-near the drive-in.” The last part was hurriedly tacked on the end like it was an important detail.

“Huh, that so.” Buzzsaw drawled, tilting his head in a manner of amusement. “Well Wildrider, we got an awful lot to do in less time than I’d like,” As this was said the large structure started to power up. Color began to swirl in the circular center. The sound it made made the air around Gladiolus tingle with power. “So we should get going.”

it was one of the portals they had been through earlier. Blues, greens, and purples made a jarring collage within the metal frame.

Gladiolus didn’t want to find out where they would be headed this time. What was it that the gray one, Mega-something or other, had said? A power plant? But where? It wasn’t like she knew where every power plant was, they could be headed anywhere.

She closed her eyes. She wished she was back home. She wished she could go make tea and relax in her rocking chairs, or in bed, or anywhere but here.

They drew closer to the portal. The bird flew the short distance to Breakdown’s shoulder of the arm carrying her cube prison and subsequently holding her. Fixing her with an alarmingly reading stare. Those glass eyes held a mischievousness that she feared to see.

for the first time since she had stopped begging for help that wouldn’t come, she felt she had to say something.

“What are you?” Gladiolus wasn’t sure if she had said it loud enough for anyone to hear, but Buzzsaw made what she could only guess was the approximation of a smile.

The light from the portal was blinding for the moment they went through, Gladiolus couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, she felt cold and stiff. Breakdown sped up to exit the light, it seemed he wasn’t fond of the feelings either.

It was dark here, it must have been past 8 pm by now, yet she could still make out the large billows of smoke wafting from the top of the giant structures. She had never been to a power plant before but with the context of what was said by Megaton? And the general movie and TV show knowledge of what a power plant looked like, she could guess that this was in fact, a power plant.

“Where should I put her?” Breakdown broke the silence.

“I don't care.” Motormaster had begun to unspool a cable from his arm and pulled a cube similar to the one she was held captive in from seemingly the middle of his chest. She didn’t have the brain power at the moment to question that. “Just put her on the floor. What is she gonna do? Leave?”

She braced herself from the new barrage of jostling Breakdown bestowed upon her as he placed her cube down on the concrete. While Buzzsaw had not ceased his intense staring, the others paid no attention to her. They all looked nervous, frantically looking around like something was going to jump out at them from the shadows.

Deadend who was the closest to her was mumbling something that she could only marginally make out.

“-Going to die, why do we always have to do this stuff so close to their base? Why can't we just stay inside where it’s safe? This is where we die-” No one else acknowledged him, Gladiolus, despite being disturbed by this, was growing annoyed by the continuous rambling.

It was now she noticed it. No one was looking at her. Not even Buzzsaw who was still perched on Breakdown’s shoulder. They all had the same cables that she saw Motormaster take out of his arm, each with a few cubes as well.

she raised her hands to the top edge of the cube, she could just hook her fingers over it. With a small jump, she was sure she could pull herself up. She looked around, but still, no one even glanced at her.

With a little hop, she managed to get her arms up on the ledge. What was she to do once she was out, would she be able to run, would they notice her before she could escape?

Then a sound echoed through the room, like the beat of a huge bird's wings. She couldn't move in her terror, the cube jostled slightly as Buzzsaw landed on the edge behind her.

“Conducting a jailbreak little mouse?” She turned her head, Buzzsaw still had that approximation of a smile, the light from his eyes was flooding her vision. “Unfortunately we may have a use for you, so why don't you just-” Another voice cut him off.

”aww you didn’t think to invite us to the party! And after our little meet-up earlier I thought we were getting along.” This new one stood by one of the smoking Structures, white with a blue visor and a friendly atmosphere.

Immediately Motormaster shot at him, where he got a gun she didn’t know, maybe the same place he got the cube he had pulled out of nowhere.

And then there was complete chaos.

More robots in an array of colors showed up, shots were fired, punches flew, and Gladiolus slipped off the edge of her cube. Buzzsaw had turned his back to her, wings spread in an aggressive display.

Now was her chance, she jumped back up to the edge and tried to throw her leg over and felt something pull in her back.

She was thrust forward, and an explosion was heard overhead.

She was back.

back three years ago.

back upside down looking out of the broken windshield of her car, still feeling the crashing of other cars around her. Still ignoring all of the sounds and looking towards Oliver in the passenger seat. Watching his little limp hands sway as blood dripped from his fingers.

She was back three years ago the day her son died.

As she blinked she could still hear the crashing of cars but it was different this time. Louder. There was yelling, it also sounded like taunting.

her eyes opened. It had been three years. The sounds around her were no longer cars but things that used to be.

she wasn’t upside down but on her side. The cube had been knocked over, spilling her and the little bit of liquid out of it.

They ran around her, shooting and hitting each other sending shrapnel flying, making the ground shake from their steps.

Despite all that was happening everything seemed slow and her vision was unclear.

her entire body jittered, she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees.

Red and gold blurs crisscrossed past her corralling what must have been Deadend away from the other Stunticons.

details made more clear as time sped up, yelling became actual words of taunts and threats that made little sense without vital context she sorely lacked.

Hands held out in front of her, in little jerky motions she lifted herself onto her feet to not stand tall but to hunch over, knees unable to straighten, and her hands uncontrollably shaking.

An opening. She just needed an opening. Somewhere. Anywhere.

Red stopped, gold turned.

Deadend fell.

The bang is what made her move. The terror portrayed on his face is what made her pause. Looking through her, he was still moving his mouth as though his earlier ramblings were still ongoing but no sound left him.

Gold yanked him to his feet and red left his side, his sights on Gladiolus.

“Retreat!” The yell was behind her thoughts and sight. Red stepped closer as she took smaller steps back. If she ran he would still catch up just by walking.

“Hey there, bet you’ve had a pretty crazy day, assuming you didn’t purposely join up with the cons of course.”

“What?” Everything was quieter now, clangs and bangs, crashes, and the tremors that it all had sent through the ground had stopped for the most part. Metallic steps echoed through the area, a sound like a few car engines buzzed.

She had barely moved since she had been placed in the cube, yet exhaustion was creeping into her limbs. Could she run, would her body allow her to?

“Hi, I’m Sideswipe, in short, we’re the Autobots and we just rescued you from the bad guys.” Red or Sideswipe, did a little awkward jazzhand motion. “Can someone a little more qualified take over this conversation please!” Quickly the white, blue visored one took Sideswipe’s place, lowering himself until he was on his hands and knees leaning over to be almost eye level with Gladiolus.

“Hello, little lady, the name’s Jazz. Can you tell me what yours is?”

“I-” she licked her lips, she just noticed how dry her mouth was. “Gladiolus.”

”Good good. I know this is a lot to take in, and you’re probably scared and confused, but we need you to come with us right now. We won't make you, you can leave if you want to, we won't stop you. But if you come with us everything that just happened will be explained, alright?”

“Alright.” What else was she to do? Go home from who knows where she was and pretend this hadn’t happened?

With all the questions she had, she found the energy to ask only one.

“Where are we going?”

#transformers #maccadam #deadend #motormaster #breakdown #drag strip #wildrider #sideswipe #sunstreaker #jazz

[leenfiend]

I thought the Two Slow Dancers comic would be a fun opportunity to break down my process a lil bit cause this was a lot of undoing and redoing and adding so for any ppl curious it will be under the cut!!

So to start off I actually only thumbnailed what is now page five and six, the original image in my mind was them reaching out to each other in different seasons clothing, I considered just making an animated version of that but then I connected it to the two slow dancers scene I had imagined in my head a month or so back and wanted to make it part of a small narrative:

(I actually did page six first - u can tell by the way my writing is nearly incomprehensible that this idea came to me like a vision in the night)

But then looking at that i said - well surely that doesn’t tell the story enough. I need more. And then I played two slow dancers on repeat for probably an hour while I thumbnailed a surrounding narrative for those two pages and ended up with this mess:

And from there I actually started working on the lineart two pages at a time - I like working on freakishly large two page spreads because to me it helps the flow feel more cohesive, I don’t look at them as isolated pages until I get to the shading part of the process.

But once I sent it to some ppl for feedback and reread it myself a million times I felt like the story still wasn’t reading the way I wanted it to - two out of six pages were “flashbacks/memories” pages and that ratio didn’t really allow for the other four pages to read as a cohesive story in my opinion so I kept trying to workshop two more pages for the front and I went through a few iterations:

I thought at first I would show the outside of the garrison, give the audience more of a setting, and then show the flyer so we know Keith is getting ready for this celebration. But it was too literal for me (even though what I ended up doing was still pretty literal lmao). So then I started with the phone/text messages as a story telling device:

Also this is an example of how I almost always draw the comic panels before I decide what goes in them haha, unless I’m really sure what images I plan on focusing in on the panels almost always end up informing what goes inside if that makes sense. But I finally ended up here when I decided “that’s good enough”

I even did most of the lineart for this composition before I decided the imagery of the jacket was just too repetitive, like we don’t need THREE PAGES of keith putting on a jacket.

So i kind of just moved the left page over to the right, and left the right page blank for most of the rest of the comic process. I finished most of the lineart on the rest of it before I finally circled back and decided to go with a tweak of what I originally thought was a lame idea (I had this image in my head of the lions silhouette against the glow of the Earth for the first page, but with the lyrics “the ground has been slowly pulling us back down” I thought it was just too cheesy, especially because that’s not what the lyrics mean either in the song or in the context of this comic and I didn’t want them to be perceived as so literal)

So this is the thumbnail I landed on for that which eventually turned into the actual final page.

Once I had all of the thumbnailing done the rest was pretty fun work! Just lots of going back in and detailing out the scribbles I had first put down. Now in terms of color, I actually have a secret. Most times I don’t color much at all? It depends on the piece but for most of my comics what I do is this -

I flat greyscale color everything and then use a color curve adjuster inside of procreate to pick a color pallet:

color adjusters are ur friend for picking color pallets i'm TELLING YOU!! I used to have a lot of trouble with cohesive color comps but it's a lot easier for me even without using this method now. Anyway I usually leave it here, in my other comics I don't have any shading or background elements outside of the panels but I figured since I was working so much on this comic anyway, I might as well light it a bit. So I basically just scribbled over the whole composition with a purple marker set on a multiply layer and then erased out the places I wanted light to hit, and then added a soft light layer with colored lights to give it more of a party look:

The only hang up I had during the coloring process of all this was how to color the "memory" pages. I originally just wanted them to be more pastel/blue, I thought that would make them look distinct enough. So I painted/shaded this whole page before looking at it within the rest of the composition and deciding it didn't read well at all and ended up sliding the saturation down to zero and calling it a day:

But I'm happy with that decision because it allowed for the "coming into color" moment with the other memory page and I think it connects better to the rest of the comic visually that way. And that was the whole process! There were tons of other little adjustments I made along the way and other composition things I tried out but I do tend to erase instead of iterate in layers so this is the process I have to show you! As a little bonus behind the scenes, here's the time lapse replay of that initial thumbnail for all eight pages! (it is sideways just because it's so large so if you're on a phone/tablet/laptop just turn ur screen sideways otherwise I'm so sorry lmao)

#my art #this is so long but i like 2 talk about process stuff lol #i also would love to see anyone else do a breakdown like this i LOOOVEEE seeing how other people work. #and feel free to steal any way I do anything ever (it is not stealing it's simply learning and using artistic practices that u are drawn to #colleen thoughts #also i use the 6B pencil in procreate for all of my linework ever and all of my thumbnailing im a one brush type of person #and it's like a default brush too lmao

[luperpla]

i wanna gab about preshading and how ive been doing it lately. trying to type longer guides on patreon and HV but let's try a quick and dirty version here and see if that helps me get those posts together better. as far as tools used for this, i use an iwata hp-cs and hp-ch (which are .3 and .2mm nozzle airbrushes respectively) along with gaianotes paints for painting gunpla. proper ppe (nitrile gloves, a well fitting respirator and a spraybooth that moves enough air) are a must when working with lacquers. dont give yourself lung or liver cancer for plamo plskthx. pics are from a mixture of the mg sazabi's WIP and some test junk i was doing with the hguc sinanju.

step 1: primer yer part i like to use colored primers cause it really ups the saturation on the paint you use on it. pink for reds/oranges/yellows, blue for purple/blues, grey or white for whites/greys

step 2: mix your preshade color ymmv on these but personally i like using a darker shade of the main color to do the shading by adding a complimentary color to it. for example, for these parts i mixed brown in to the custom orange color i made. you can use whatever you want though. some folks like using black as a preshade and that's ok! i preshade my orange-yellow paints with pure orange, and blues with either a darker blue or blue with some purple/black mixed in. to goal is to compliment/blend a bit with the color that's going on top.

step 3: go around the edges and panel lines with your dark color, leaving room to fill in with your main paint. hope your hand is steady and your paints are mixed/thinned well! very carefully, go around the part and darken up the edges/panel lines/underside of your parts. i shade anywhere where the "light" might darken up on a real world object but i can't speak to how accurate of a sentiment that is, if that makes sense? it's just what looks 'right' to my eye to do it this way. but the part that's shaded above should serve as a good indicator. here are a few other parts pre-filling in:

i do this this way for three reasons: first and second, im lazy and cheap. i don't want to waste time and paint coating the entire part when i'm just gonna cover it up anyway. third, if i coat the entire part in the preshade color that's going to have an effect on the main color that's going on top. mainly, it's going to make it darker. i don't want that so i landed on shading stuff this way.

step 4: fill in your main color okay so i always do a shitty job taking pictures of this step (that's why there are no sazabi pictures here) but once you have the edges and stuff painted now it's time to take your main color and fill in the primer-spaces. don't go over your preshade lines, just get as close as you can to that line. it's fine if you hit the edge a little, after all this is the topmost layer of color. even if it doesn't turn out perfect, just work with the wabisabi of the whole thing. embrace the shading not being perfectly uniform. after all, things in real life have degrees of variance.

take your time, work with a psi around ~12-15, thin your paints well, and be very gentle on the trigger. i work really really close to the part for this step and have to be very careful to avoid splattering or overspraying. this is probably???? one of the trickier parts of this??? i don't know. when you've been doing this for so long your definition of that sorta changes. if you need extra help, look in to something to help steady your arm/hand while doing this part.

step 5: blending okay, so you've got your shading down, you filled in the rest of the space with the main color and it's feelin pretty good. but. there's one more step. get a little distance from your part and give the whole thing the lightest coat you can manage. the goal is to blend the primary color and shading layer together with one or two very light coats of paint. i'm not trying to cover up the preshading, i just want a very thin layer of the main color to harmonize everything.

see how the preshading isn't so stark now that we've given it those final two coats? i think this is the key to bringing the shading and main layers together. everything feels nice and "finished" now. from here, gloss coat the parts for panel lining and decals or flat coat (or whatever finish you wanna use) it if it's not getting any of those.

and...that's pretty much it. as an aside, glossy finishes tend to make the colors appear darker and flatcoats tend to look lighter but that could just be my eyes being weird.

and uhh....yeah. thanks for coming to my gunpla talk.

#gunpla #lupertutorials #gundam #mobile suit gundam #painting

[totowlff]

chapter twelve — a proper start

➝ two years after their story began in a penthouse in the middle of vienna, elisabeth and toto go back to the start.

➝ word count: 3,6k

➝ warnings: mentions of smut

NOVEMBER, 2014

Elisabeth parked her black Mercedes on one of the streets running parallel to the Stephansplatz. The streets were quiet at this time of night, a sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle of tourists who crowded the square surrounding the cathedral during the day, right in the historic center of the city.

She grabbed her bag from her passenger seat and took one last look at her makeup in the rearview mirror. Highlighted lashes, a light touch of blush on the cheeks and a subtle shine on the lips. “Perfect for a first date”, she thought, running a hand through her hair — that she'd spent nearly an hour trying to get into a satisfactory hairstyle until she just left it down — one last time before getting out of the car.

The idea of a first date with Toto had come up on one of the nights they had spent together at a hotel room. They were both naked, lying on the bed in her suite in São Paulo, catching their breath after yet another mind-blowing orgasm for both of them. Elisabeth’s head was resting on his shoulder as she traced invisible figures over his chest with her fingertips, her eyes fixed on his face.

— What’s your idea? — she asked. He looked at her.

— How do you know I had an idea?

— Every time you start coming up with some idea, you look at a point in the middle of nowhere. And then, when it comes to you, you smile — she replied.

He stared at her for a few seconds, and he smiled again.

— I was thinking about asking you out on a date.

Elisabeth raised her head, confused.

— Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?

— What do you mean?

She sat up on the bed and gestured between their naked bodies.

— Well… We kind of skipped a few steps, don’t you think?

— And there’s nothing to stop us from taking them now, right? — he said, his fingers caressing the base of her spine. The smile he gave her made her legs turn to jelly.

“How could I have resisted you, Toto Wolff?”, Elisabeth thought, walking down the alley leading to the square. The cold wind that blew through the center of the city made her pull her black coat more tightly around her body. She walked a little faster until she reached the entrance of his building.

As she stood in front of the dark wooden door, Elisabeth punched his apartment number into the numeric keypad on the intercom panel. It rang a few times before a familiar voice answered.

— Yes?

— It’s Elisabeth. Could you open the door? It’s cold out here.

— Of course, Liesl — he replied. It sounded like he was laughing a little.

She put her hand on the handle, pushing open the door as soon as she heard the lock buzz and click. She closed it quickly behind her to escape the cold air. Walking through the elegant lobby towards the elevator, she couldn’t help but feel a certain anxiety about being there, in that building, once again. She stepped into the copper-colored elevator after pressing the “up” button, and her memory went back to that New Year’s Eve, almost two years earlier.

A lot had changed since that night. She’d traveled the world, grew to appreciate motorsport, and become part of history — not only part of the history of Formula 1, but also the history of a world-renowned brand. However, fate seemed to dictate that, even with so many changes, she returned to the same place where everything started. Elisabeth was no longer just a guest at a party, but now, she meant something to the host.

“It’s all come full circle”, she thought, smiling at her own reflection in the elevator mirror.

She exited the elevator and turned right, walking toward the only door on the floor. With two gentle taps on the black wood, it wasn’t long before she heard the sound of movement inside the penthouse. A sound of metal clashing, cursing in German, hurried footsteps, and a lock turning. Then the door opened.

— Good evening, Liesl — Toto said, leaning against the doorframe. His hair was disheveled, his glasses were askew and halfway down his nose, he had an apron tied around his waist, and a dish towel slung over his shoulder. It was almost comical — he looked more like a housewife than a Formula 1 team principal or a millionaire executive and investor.

— Good evening — Elisabeth laughed, completely disarmed at what she was seeing in front of her — What is this?

— Come inside and find out — he smiled, stepping out of the doorframe for her to enter the apartment.

She walked past Toto with a smile on her face, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek before stepping inside the entranceway. Inside the penthouse, she started to divest herself of her coat as she listened to him close the door and lock it. Elisabeth was unbuttoning the last button when she felt a pair of hands help her remove it.

— Let me take care of that for you — she heard Toto say behind her — Do you want me to take the scarf, too?

— Yes — she replied, pulling the garment from around her neck and handing it to him. She watched him carefully hang them on a metal coat rack in a corner of the entryway.

— And your bag?

— Yes, let me just get my phone — Elisabeth replied, going to unzip it, only to be interrupted.

— No — he said, seriously.

She looked at Toto, one eyebrow raised.

— What do you mean by “no”?

— I set this night aside for just the two of us — he replied, approaching her and taking the bag from her hand with a smug smile on his lips — No phones. No work. No family. Just us. Do you think you can handle that, Liesl?

The thought of being out of communication with the outside world made Elisabeth nervous. It was something she wasn't proud of, but she was a person who lived connected, especially considering the volatility of her profession, which involved civil aviation. However, that night was special. Unique. She didn’t want to be responsible for screwing up everything Toto had planned.

— Yes, I can manage — she said quietly, watching him put away her bag along with her other belongings.

— Great — Toto replied, offering her his hand — Would you like to accompany me to the kitchen?

— Sure — she said, lacing her fingers through his with a smile.

The apartment’s kitchen was expansive, with a fabulous view of the terrace and the lights of the night time Vienna skyline. Elisabeth passed the spacious dining table, set with a beautiful arrangement of white peonies and two plates on gray placemats. She stood at the white marble island, where two glasses were set beside a bottle of red wine. However, the biggest surprise came from the fact that there were two steaming pans on the stovetop.

He was cooking dinner for them.

— I’m guessing you weren’t expecting this, right? — Toto walked past Elisabeth toward the stove.

— Well, I thought you were going to order something, because…

— You thought I didn’t know how to cook? — he added, stopping to stir the contents of one of the pans.

— Yeah — Elisabeth laughed, sitting on one of the stools at the island. She watched Toto move around the kitchen, her eyes absorbing the details, such as the way his shoulder muscles moved beneath the fabric of his shirt or the way he put his hand on his waist, seeming to analyze his work.

— Liesl, I’ve been a divorced man for almost ten years, and I’m a father of two. I know how to cook a few things.

— Putting a frozen lasagna in the microwave isn’t cooking, Toto — she teased, a mischievous smile on her lips.

— Funny, I don’t see the microwave on. Do you? — he replied, dropping a spoon into the sink and leaning back against it, a smug smile on his face.

— Well, if we’re not going to enjoy some delicious frozen lasagna you bought at Billa’s, what’s on the menu for tonight, Chef Wolff?

Toto approached the island, resting both hands on the white stone.

— On the menu tonight, we have… An authentic spaghetti alla bolognese — he pronounced each word carefully, in heavily accented Italian. The mention of the dish made Elisabeth smile — And to go with it, a Lagrein Riserva, 2012.

She looked at the bottle, then at Toto, then back at the bottle.

— Did you mean… Red wine?

— You could also call it that — he smiled, picking up the bottle — Would you like a glass?

— Yes, I would — she answered with a shy smile.

After producing a corkscrew from one of the drawers, Toto deftly opened the bottle, pouring some reddish liquid into each glass. Then he handed one of them to her, a wide smile on his face.

— To us — Toto said, raising his glass in a toast.

— To us — Elisabeth replied, clinking her glass to his.

She took a sip of the wine, enjoying its boldness and dryness on her taste buds. Toto studied her expression carefully.

— What do you think?

— Excellent choice — she said, smiling.

— I’m glad you like it — Toto answered, setting his glass down on the marble counter and returning to the stove to check on the sauce — I chose this one because it paired with the pasta.

— Since when do you know so much about wine? — Elisabeth asked.

Toto turned to face her, smiling.

— I’m a longtime fan.

— A wine fan in the land of beer?

— We produce great wines here in Austria! Of course, French and Italian ones are also good. Oh, and Portuguese wines, too.

Hearing him chatter about wine had the same effect on Elisabeth as the conversation about tires the night they'd met at Edvard. With her eyes fixed on him as he spoke about the earthy notes of the drink, she began to observe the way he gestured, as well as the gleam in his eyes. Elisabeth was sure she would never tire of hearing him speak.

— Liesl? — he asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

— Yes?

— Is everything okay? 

— Yeah, everything is fine, I was just distracted.

— Distracted by what? — Toto asked her, turning his head to her, an eyebrow raised.

— You — Elisabeth whispered, before taking another sip of wine, eyes fixed on him. She was sure she saw him blush.

— Me?

— Yes.

He was silent for a few seconds, drying his hands at the dish cloth in his shoulder. Then, he approached the kitchen island, an embarrassed smile on his face.

— Sorry, you must have no idea what I'm talking about, and here I am, chattering away.

— It's okay, I like to hear you talk — she said, smiling at him.

— You do?

— Yes. I can see your passion in the way you talk about the subjects you care about. I really like that.

His lips curved into a shy smile.

— I also like to hear you speak about the things you like.

— Well, that’s good.

— It is?

— Of course, now we found one thing in common between us on our first date — Elisabeth said, laughing.

— Only one?

— I'm sorry to say, I'm not a big fan of wine, not like you.

— Well, what do you like to drink?

— Alcoholic or non-alcoholic?

— Alcoholic — Toto said, taking another sip of wine.

Elisabeth tilted her head as she thought. Aside from her introversion, business acumen, and blue eyes, she also inherited Niki's aversion to the taste of alcohol. She even drank socially, at dinners and other occasions, but never too much. She couldn't stand the burning sensation running down her throat.

— Whiskey and Coke.

Toto raised an eyebrow.

— I definitely didn't expect that.

Elisabeth laughed.

— It was the first alcoholic drink I had in my life. I was 14 years old and I mistook my glass of Coke for my dad's. Let's just say… I realized something was wrong when the drink burned as it went down.

— Your mother must have gone crazy.

— She wasn't happy about it, that’s for sure.

— What about your father?

— He basically shrugged his shoulders and said that if I hadn't gone into an alcoholic coma yet, they could rest easy.

Toto chuckled.

— However, when I turned 16, which was the legal age in Spain, he gave me a glass of whiskey and Coke, to celebrate. Before handing me the drink, he said that if I ever drank till I threw up, he would never let me drink again — she said, giggling.

— I am guessing that the ever-responsible Elisabeth Renate Lauda never drank herself sick, I’m sure — Toto said, a teasing smile on his face. Hearing him say her full name made her heart leap in her chest. It looked even more beautiful on his lips.

— Never. You?

— Let's just say… I wasn't the best-behaved young man in Vienna.

— You weren’t even the best-behaved mature man in Vienna — she murmured, a suggestive smile on her face.

— Are you insinuating something, Miss Lauda?

— Just pointing out a fact, Model Man.

A smirk appeared on Toto's face. After a messy divorce, he had been a bachelor once again. He certainly didn't squander the opportunity to date the most beautiful women in Austria. Before, he appeared frequently in the economics pages, but soon, his name began to feature in the social columns of newspapers and gossip magazines, always accompanied by a woman, usually models or pageant queens. Before long, he’d gained the reputation of being somewhat of a playboy, rich and well-connected, who liked fast cars and gorgeous women.

Toto's past hadn’t bothered Elisabeth at all, but knowing that her partner's ex-girlfriends were the most beautiful women in the country wasn't a very pleasant realization, especially considering her relationship with the mirror.

— You know it's all water under the bridge, don't you?

— It is?

— Of course — he smiled — Now I’m only Elisabeth Lauda’s man.

— Are you, now? — she asked, as she got up from the stool and walked around the island, approaching him.

— Yes — Toto said, turning his body to hers — I’m yours, Liesl. Only yours.

Elisabeth stopped in front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nestling her chin on his chest. She felt his hands at the base of her spine, and looked deeply into Toto’s brown eyes. She could see in them an inexplicable heat in them. A deep affection. A warm tenderness. “Love”, she thought, before swallowing hard and pushing the idea out of her head. 

It was a very strong word. Too strong for their fledgling relationship.

— I am yours, too. I always will be — Elisabeth whispered. Putting a hand on her cheek, Toto brushed his thumb against it a few times, a thoughtful expression on his face. After some seconds of consideration, he took her lips in a slow, gentle kiss, the taste of wine dancing on her tongue.

Enveloped in his arms, Elisabeth felt completely safe. Completely happy.

His movements were delicate as his fingers gently caressed her face, as if she were something fragile, that required all the care in the world to handle. As the kiss deepened, Elisabeth's senses heightened. The wine's taste on Toto’s tongue seemed stronger, the musky scent of his cologne more pronounced, as well as a bitter smell that filled the air.

A smell reminiscent of something burning.

“Burning?”, she thought, before realizing what was going on. Moaning against his mouth, Elisabeth’s hands slid to his chest, pushing Toto away from her body.

— Our dinner! — she gasped, freeing herself and going to the stove, turning off the burners on both pans. Watching the pasta water and the bolognese sauce stop bubbling, Elisabeth felt her heart pounding in her chest. Then, she turned to him with a disapproving look  — My God, Toto…

— Sorry, Liesl — he muttered under his breath.

— Toto, you can't be careless like that.

— You know, I got distracted by something hotter than what was in the pans.

As she looked at him, she could tell he was trying not to laugh.

— You could have set your apartment on fire! — she replied, approaching him and slapping his arm. He made a mock grimace of pain as he pulled her closer to him by the waist, placing a kiss on her cheek.

— I still can — Toto replied, a sly smile on his lips.

— Toto…

— I just need to take off your clothes and take you to my bed — he completed.

Elisabeth looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

— Very bold of you to think I'd have sex with you on our first date.

— You’re saying an awful lot for a woman who didn't even need a date to end up in my bed in Sochi, Miss Lauda — he replied, returning a mischievous smile.

Elisabeth rolled her eyes.

— You're a dick, Wolff.

— I'm sorry, did you say "I like your dick"? — Toto asked — Because I'm pretty sure that’s what I heard.

She couldn't resist laughing at him, shaking her head, before pulling his face down and kissing him again. Then, stepping back, she smiled at him.

— Finish dinner first and after we eat, I'll let you know whether or not I like your dick — she whispered.

Not even 15 minutes later, she was sitting at Toto’s table with a plate of pasta steaming in front of her. She also had a man who was staring at her with anxiousness in his eyes, awaiting her verdict on the meal he had prepared.

— You're making me nervous looking at me like that — Elisabeth laughed, picking up her fork.

— And you're making me nervous with your delay in trying my cooking.

— Toto, you know I'm not just going to get up and walk out on you if your cooking is bad, right?

— You won’t?

— No, of course not. I'll probably just order pizza while you do all the dishes — she laughed, taking a forkful of spaghetti. The plate was beautiful, at least. The red sauce contrasted nicely with the green of the parsley leaf he'd put on top of the dish as a garnish. It only remained for her to find out if it tasted as good as it looked and smelled.

Taking a bite, Elisabeth chewed slowly, enjoying the taste and texture. As she swallowed, she smiled at Toto, as she lifted her glass.

— What do you think?

— It's alright. It’s edible — she said, sipping her wine.

He blinked.

— Are you serious?

— Yes, it's edible.

— It can't just be edible.

— Well, first you used spaghetti and not tagliatelle, which is more porous and soaks up more of the sauce, so that’s your first problem. The sauce is very tasty, but it lacks a certain… sweetness. Did you use carrots?

— No… — Toto muttered.

— Got it — she said, taking another forkful to assess.

— Anything else?

— No, those are my observations.

— I thought you were a businesswoman, not a food critic — he said, poking the parsley off his plate with his fork.

— Let's just say I'm familiar with Italian dishes, especially from the Emilia-Romagna region.

He looked at Elisabeth, his expression surprised.

— You forgot I lived there, didn't you? — she said, giving him a sympathetic smile.

— I did — Toto muttered.

Elisabeth laughed.

— Where in Italy did you live? — he asked her.

— Modena. When my father was hired by Ferrari as a consultant in 1992, he wanted to move down there by himself, but my mother refused to stay in Vienna with us, so we all moved to Italy with him.

— How long did you live there? — Toto asked, picking up his glass and taking a sip of wine.

— Five years. My dad couldn't take the pressure of the constant fighting with Jean Todt. In fact, to this day, I still think Todt is somewhat to blame for my father's poor health at that time.

— What happened to Niki?

— His kidney started failing and he needed a transplant. Luckily, my uncle Florian was a match, so he didn’t have to wait very long. But seeing my father so sick and weak like that was cruel.

— I know what it's like — Toto said quietly, looking a little sad. Elisabeth knew precious few details about his childhood. She knew that his father had passed away and that his mother had taken care of him and his sister alone, as well as that he had taken responsibility for them as a teenager. He had endured a lot in silence.

Almost unconsciously, she reached out and took his hand, looking into his eyes silently, hoping he would see everything Elisabeth was feeling in her eyes.

Admiration.

Pride.

Respect.

Love.

He smiled.

— Let's change the subject, Liesl — Toto said, squeezing her hand lightly before releasing it and picking up his fork again — Tell me more about Modena. Is it a good place to live? Did you like it?

They had a pleasant conversation, with Elisabeth telling about her adventures in Italy, as well as the trouble she had gotten her father into by asking, in front of Jean Todt, if this was the imbecile he always complained about at home. The situation made Toto laugh, trying to picture the Frenchman’s reaction.

After eating, they cleaned up the dishes and took them to the sink. Elisabeth made a motion to grab the sponge to start washing the dishes.

— You're not washing anything, Liesl — Toto said, taking the sponge from her hand.

— But… why?

— Because… we still have dessert.

— Dessert? — she asked, raising an eyebrow.

— Yeah — Toto said, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear.

— What’s for dessert, then?

He bent down slightly until his lips were at her ear level and said enough to send a wave of heat through her body.

— You.

#toto wolff #toto wolff fluff #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #wlffog #natsversion #f1 x oc #formula 1 x oc #toto wolff x oc #scwlff

[fyeahbachisagi]

Blue Lock Anime Diminishing the Manga's Horror Vibe Part 1: "There's a monster inside me"

Disclaimer: I am not an expert in the art of animation and manga. My opinions here are simply what I've observed as someone who's into design and one who used to draw before, as well as being a horror story enthusiast.

Now, I love the Blue Lock anime. The animation is smooth, the soundtrack hypes you up, and above all, it emphasizes the supporting characters and their interactions with each other. However, when it comes to implementing the horror aspect that is ever present in the manga... it's really lacking.

I first noticed this in Bachira's "I have a monster inside me" scene in episode 2, but back then I dismissed it as just simply me being too greedy and wanting more Bachira content. But from the latest episode that came out today (ep 6), where Bachira has only a few scenes, I guess I really wasn't imagining it.

My initial complaint is how they did not animate this particular Bachira:

That pose of Bachira stooping down and leaning towards us was something I had been looking forward to, but in the anime, all we got was this:

A simple nod before it all fades to black to make way for a flashback.

Now, let me break this down.

In the manga, before Bachira tells us about his monster, we have this:

Very mundane. Nothing much to say. Bachira is just standing there and looking pretty harmless...

But then all of a sudden...

Bachira swoops in towards Isagi, and art-wise, towards us readers, taking us off-guard. Keep in mind that the panel above is on a new page. When reading on a physical manga copy, after turning the page of a harmless Bachira thinking over Isagi's question, we are immediately greeted with this dark and unsmiling Bachira. It's basically the manga equivalent of a jump scare.

[From hereon, I'm gonna refer to these especially creepy moments as "monster scenes" for simplicity and ease of writing.]

In the manga, we can really see the horror being implemented in the actual story-telling and not just in the monster scene drawings.

This is not the case in the anime.

Sure, we got a creepy 3D monster and Bachira's and Isagi's cool egoist modes—but all these horror stuff are treated like icing on a cake and not the cake itself. The anime is making it no different from every other sports anime's "zone" moments.

Now, let's go back to the anime version. Below is a video of the entire scene for reference. I've cut out a bulk of the flashback coz we're not gonna focus on that.

Everything is so fucking bright.

Just look at this frame:

The "sunlight" is literally shining down on Bachira. Yeah, yeah, I know it's the overhead lights, but colors convey mood, okay? And the mood I'm getting from looking at that frame are all on the neutral to good range. It looks as if Bachira is going to give some profound life talk—which, in itself, is not bad, considering how they immediately follow it with this:

Not bad at all, really. The anime got the mundane-to-creepy shift okay.

But then that's it.

Right after this is a peek of Bachira's past, and once we're done with that, he's still just standing there in harmless mode. The monster scene that should've already started was cut off.

Now, there's no tension at all.

I mean, there is some tension brought about by the curiosity of what this monster is all about. But this tension is mild, leaning more towards casual curiosity than thrilling suspense.

In the manga, there is action. Bachira is immediately playing in egoist mode, and he's got this never-before-seen serious look on his face, putting the mood in the dark range.

In the anime version, however, they take an entirely different approach. They're using mischievous!Bachira and not serious!Bachira. Look at him smirk:

(And it's still so fucking bright—more on the anime's colors later)

Unlike in the manga where we are thrusted into a monster scene the moment Bachira says "There is a monster inside me," in the anime, getting there is taking some time. In the frame above, we are not yet in a monster scene at all. Him just standing there is probably him recalling that memory of his and still soaking in the emotions it brought him.

Don't get me wrong, though; I love the addition of Bachira's flashback. But I think the animators could've done something to keep the tension while also inserting the flashback. Maybe they could've interspersed the flashback while Bachira is dribbling instead of just showing us his feet? I don't know, I'm not an expert. I can point out problems, but don't expect me to know how to fix them.

Moving on... The part where the anime actually enters the monster scene is here:

And let's be honest. This turned out more homoerotic than the manga version. Isagi looks like he's having a gay panic, whereas in the manga he looks terrified.

And knowing the fact that the anime director acknowledges Bachira's love for Isagi, it won't be too farfetched to say that anime!Bachira looks lovestruck. You can even hear it in his voice.

Now kiss.

Anyways, my point for Part 1 is: Emphasizing the characters' relationships is sacrificing some of the horror vibe.

I will go more into this in a different post. For now, I'm ending Part 1 here. I'd like to add some more examples + videos, but Tumblr only allows one video per post...

Stay tuned!

#blue lock #blue lock meta #miyamiwu.meta #anime vs manga #episode 2 #chapter 3 #bllk #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #bachisagi #miyamiwu.src

[ajpendragon]

Red

It was a pretty good sketch, she had to admit. Even with the loss of her normal pencils, she had managed to turn the singular red colored pencil she had scrounged up into a beautiful landscape. Most everything here on Mars was red anyways, so it hadn’t looked too off, although a few extra colors would have been nice. When she got back to base, she would need to repack her travel kit. 

Speaking of base, it was time to get going. She had left early that morning to get to the solar panels before the sun fully rose. A few of them had been giving some weird readings, and she had been sent to fix it. After brushing the brick-red dust off the surface, she had stayed for a few hours to ensure that they were now functioning optimally. With the last readout uploaded to her suit, it was time for her to go home. 

Each step puffed up clouds of red dirt behind her, each of them billowing away in the light wind blowing across the surface. She tucked the sketch into a pocket as she walked, eager to get home. It could go on the fridge. Rory would like it. 

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The ground crumbled beneath her feet, sending her careening down the slope. She hit the bottom with a thud, her route down clearly marked by a darker red streak where she had slid. Her oxygen tank was still attached, thankfully, and her suit appeared intact. She ran her hands over her body, checking for any damages she hadn’t initially noticed. Her hand came away red. Huh. That was new. Twisting as much as possible, she could just see the liquid dripping down to the ground, forming a slow puddle. As the adrenaline of the fall faded, her side hurt. A lot. 

She activated the comm unit in her helmet, hoping to reach the base for a pickup. Silence was her only reply. Either the hole she was in was blocking short range communications, or she had damaged her comm unit in the fall. She continued to try, refusing to give up yet, when a beeping interrupted her. A quick glance at her HUD showed the problem. Her injury had breached her suit. Oxygen was leaking into the surrounding atmosphere, and it would not take long before she was out. 

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“Hey Al, you’re still over by Mars, right?”

“John, you know exactly where I am right now. What do you need?”

“I’m getting a weird signal from the surface. It could very well be nothing, but since you’re in the area anyways…”

“You want me to go over there and check it out.” Alan finished, already changing direction. “I’m on it. Send me the coordinates, and I’ll be there ASAP. But if this is a false alarm, you owe me dinner.”

“Understood, Thunderbird Three. Transmitting the coordinates now.”

*******************************************

Her oxygen levels were long past where she would normally allow them to fall, deep into the red portion of the gauge. She had tried to pull herself out of the hole, but there were no handholds. The pain in her side had flared every time she moved, so now she had taken to sitting propped against the wall, trying to conserve oxygen as much as possible. 

She occupied herself by staring at the stars, watching the sun sink past the horizon and its more distant cousins appear one by one. One caught her eye, initially looking like a shooting star, but continuing in a blazing red trail. She idly wondered what it could be, too weak from blood loss and lack of oxygen to care much. 

She tracked it across the sky until it came to a stop right next to her hole, the shiny red rocket glowing in the faint light. Her eyes slipped closed as something seemed to descend from the side of the ship. 

*******************************************

When she opened them again, there was a red gloved hand reaching for her. It took a monumental effort to take it, but as soon as she did, it lifted her confidently into the air. She pressed her helmet into the red of his baldric, and felt safe. 

#whumptober 2023 #no. 12 #red #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #blood tw

[amaralionelli]

The first chapter is fluffed about as much as I can think of. The first chapter is always a struggle for me. As always, constructive criticism and feedback is loved and appreciated 💙

The train cars rattled beneath the soles of his worn,dusty boots, and the soft glow of the full moon hanging high in the sky above. 'It's best to travel at night,' his guardian always said, though Tobi wholeheartedly disagreed. Most of the other passengers were either asleep or doing some quiet activity to pass the time, which was frightfully dull if you asked him. His guardian was no exception. His sharp lilac eyes had been glued to a rather large, boring looking book, ever since they had left their home in London hours earlier. It was probably some boring detective story without a single drawing in it. The man had hardly spoken a word except to order some coffee and a few sweets for the two of them to share.

Tobi had just devoured the last of the scones when there was a knock at the cabin door. Yue, his guardian, seemed to pay no attention to it, or he didn't hear it at all, which would be strange. Yue could hear everything. Still, his guardian simply flipped the page of his book as if it were nothing. Then the knock came again. And again. Curious, he slid out of his seat and walked straight to the door. His hand was still a little sticky from the sweets as he touched the wooden panel, opening it just enough to see that there was, in fact, no one there.

“Going somewhere?” Yue asked without looking up from the pages.

“Bathroom.” Tobi lied.

Yue was quiet for a moment. "Do be sure not to bother the other passengers. I'd rather not have to deal with that again." He went back to his book, allowing Tobi to continue his search.

Tobi wouldn't promise that there was some stranger tapping at the door of their room after all. It was their job to help people and solve mysteries, and this was a mystery! It had to be another passenger playing a joke, or even an attendant who maybe mistaken their room for another's. He closed the door as gently as he could and turned his attention down the long hall of the cart. He was alone. The silence of the night was only broken by the train car rattling on the tracks. It was a flash of light that caught the attention of his emerald eyes. Through the window, he could see small sparks of light dancing through the forest they were traveling through. He was certain Yue had mentioned something about a forest, but that was all he could remember. His memory, admittedly, wasn’t the best.

He squished his face against the chilled window and watched the lights as they spun and swirled in the moonlight. Reds, blues, greens, and pinks. All the colors of the rainbow danced along the shadows of the trees. Tobi wanted to be closer. His footsteps echoed through the empty hall, and it wasn't long before he was sprinting. There wasn't a single soul out of their cabin tonight. Tobi made it to the very last cart and opened the door to let in the night before he realized that he wasn't as alone as he thought. Sitting on the bench of the last little red cart was an elderly woman.

Her long grey hair fell in braids down to the wooden floor while the rest stayed hidden beneath her colorful headscarf. She, like the dancing lights, wore all the colors of the rainbow in the many layers around her. The old woman smiled at him with a toothless grin. " Why, hello, young one, what are you doing out so late?"

Tobi rocked on his boots. "I wanted to see the lights. But it looks like they're gone now." He said, disappointed. There was just darkness and the single light illuminating the last cart. “Did you see them ma’am? The colorful lights?”

"Is that so?" She laughed. “Yes I did see the lights." The old woman pointed with her chin, out into the dark woods. She extended her tired hands out towards Tobi “Well, my boy, if it's the lights you want to see…" her wrinkled hand pressed softly against his face, covering his emerald eyes for just a few moments "You just have to look for them!"

As her hand pulled away, it was as if fireworks were going off in the forest. The rainbow of colors exploded between the brush and trees, making the forest brighter than the daylight sky. Tobi's mouth fell open, and he flew to the open window with an open smile. “How did you do that? How do you call them? Can you teach me?” The excitement was overwhelming. The boy was halfway through the window, holding his hands out in hopes the lights would warm his freckled skin.

The old woman held out her own hand to the lights. A small glowing red creature landed on her hand. “They are such shy things.“ She said in a soothing voice. “Be still. Be quiet. Be gentle. They will come to you.”

Still was hard for Tobi, but he tried his best. Holding his breath and straightening his body the best he possibly could. Just as the old woman said, a small green light landed softly on his waiting arm. It danced along his skin and made soft, cheerful noises. Tobi couldn’t take his eyes off the creature. “What are they?“

“Little forest spirits. They live all over the wooded lands in these parts. Not all can see them, though. Only the purest of hearts.” The old woman stood up, and for just a moment, she looked different, younger.

It felt like hours that they sat together playing with the lights of the woods and talking about the last year. More so, the old woman listened and nodded as Tobi told his stories. She would occasionally laugh or comment, but most of the time, she spent smiling at him. "So that's how we captured the Redcap. Yue said it was a sloppy job, but I thought we did okay. I mean, I could have lost much more than my pinky toe."

"You're a very lucky boy. " She said, ruffling his chestnut colored hair. " You've had so many adventures at your young age! Tell me more."

Something inside him told him it was time to leave. Yue called it an instinct and said he should always listen to it. "Well, I should be getting back to Yue. He'll probably be looking for me soon. But, it was nice getting to talk to you, miss…"

"Call me Tati, love." She opened her arms wide. Her many layers of colorful clothing made her almost look like a butterfly. "Thank you for entertaining this old woman for a while.”

"Miss Tati." He repeated her name. Tobi put his hands behind him and rocked on his heels. "Sorry miss Tati, Yue said not to hug strangers anymore.Not after the last time."

Tati hummed and smiled at him. “I understand, sweet child. You are a good young man to listen to your elders. Have a wonderful rest of your night, Tobias.”

[mistrdctr]

@agntross cont. [x]

... Whether it's a coinscidence or not that Stephen appears wherever Ross goes, that's left up for debate here; What's for certain, though, is that it has happened again and that it caused the two men to meet right here, at this New Year's eve party, filled with people of all kinds who decided that sulking in solitude wasn't an option this time.

Strange is one of them. He could have done exactly that: Stay at his Sanctum, have a drink or twelve, stare out of the window, watch everyone else being happy while he congratulates himself on having survived another year as the master of the mystic arts.

But with Everett having been around, a quick decision had been made - and here he is, leaning against the plexiglass panel in a similar fashion than the other, scarred fingers wrapped around his own glass of fizzy beverage as eyes look out into the night, waiting for the fireworks to start.

A smirk tugs on a pair of full lips at the shorter man's words; Yeah, very strange (hah!) that it has happened again, no? What an interesting coinscidence that both of them are right here, meeting each other at another party, who would've thought...

A an amused huff follows a trail of thought - perhaps Ross is onto something here, perhaps they're both perfectly aware of why things happen the way they do and yet neither of them addresses it. Maybe one day they will, who knows.

Suddenly, thoughts vanish. A moment turns into many, colorful lights errupting in the corner of his eyes as Strange turns his head to actually speak, but---

They kiss.

Just like that, the situation as a whole turns and a coinscidence changes into purpose, with the shorter one leaning up and bringing their lips close in an intimate touch. It lingers for a second or two longer than it should, perhaps, and to Stephen himself it feels as if those seconds are actually hours - yet everything is over way too soon, a warmed mouth getting hit by the cool midnight air as the skin-contact breaks away.

Happy new year, Strange - is what the other says.

And Stephen blinks, surprised, knows that his features must portray that very emotion with the way his lips are parted, brows raised, bright eyes open wide and pupils blown.

Only after what feels like another, small eternity has passed, he takes an inhale of breath, swallows; Once again, the sorcerer blinks a few times, then finally seems to manage to catch himself as his expression turns into a mixture of a smirk and a smile.

"---Happy new year, Ross." ... "...Actually, am I allowed to call you Everett now? --- You can certainly call me Stephen, please."

They've kissed, after all. That's quite a step forward, no?

Smirk widening in what is definitely both excitement and a lot of sudden nervousness, Stephen lifts both brows another time, expectant, a bit cheeky perhaps. Hoping to overplay said nervousness this way, trying to stay as suave as he possibly can.

"And, uh... may I treat you to another drink? Maybe dinner, sometime in the future?"

This could very well just lead nowhere; Maybe the other wants to leave it at that, wants to never talk about it again nor have it repeat, but... Strange at least wants to give it a try. New year, new me, such things.

#agntross #(SCREAMING) #(i hope its ok i continued it?)

[2-sleepy-for-this]

Well, I didn’t think I’d be posting an actual fic on here, not a tmnt fic anyway. But alas, like most of the people I follow, I too have become hyper fixated on the teenage mutant ninja turtles.

Now, I give you my latest masterpiece

Tw: fear (not too much tho)

word count: 1924

Donatello would say that he is a genius, but does that make him smarter than everyone else? Yes, yes it does. 

Why does he believe he’s a genius, you may ask? Because he is the only person in the world smart enough to create a device this powerful.

This machine will compress molecules together so tightly that the object, or being it’s tested on, will actually shrink, breaking the square cube law and making him one of the greatest scientists in history!

Although, to prove this, he needed a test subject.

So he did the only reasonable thing.

“MIKEY!” he shouted into the quiet lair, “GET IN HERE!”

After a few seconds of waiting, a familiar orange blur sprinted through the lab doors and stopped in front of Donnie, nearly knocking him backwards.

“You called, dude?” Mikey asked, excited to be allowed in Donnie’s lab.

“I need you to help me test something,”

“Cool! What do I get to do? Am I the lab rat? Am I gonna turn into, like, an extra mutated turtle?” He questioned, stars dancing in his eyes at the thought.

“No, I’m going to be the first person to break the square cube law!” Donnie yelled, giddy to see if this would work, “now just stand right here and don’t. Move.”

Donnie dragged Mikey to the front of a machine, positioning him to be standing straight, hitting the back of Mikey’s shell as he tried slouching again. Normally, Mikey’s behavior would infuriate him to be around, hence why he was not allowed in Donnie’s lab, even when Donnie was inside it. Though today was special, today Donnie would make, or breaking in this case, the discovery of the century.

Firing up the machine, Donnie typed on the controls, putting in the data for this test. His baby was finished warming up quickly after being turned on and the tip lit up his vibrant signature purple color.

Mikey looked uncharacteristically nervous as the machine became ready for use. Laughing anxiously, Mikey yelled over to where Donnie sat.

“Uh, don, just wondering, what’s the square cube law?” 

But Donnie was too busy to hear him, still imputing information, so the experiment would run smoothly. As time went on, the machine started whirring, signaling its ready for use.

Suddenly, a bright purple stream of light shot out, heading straight for Mikey. He yelped as he tried to step back, but he wasn’t fast enough to dodge as it hit him right on the plastron. Mikey stumbled and fell back on his shell, head pounding painfully. His eyesight blurred and dark spots clouded his vision. After a few seconds of this, he closed his eyes and gave into unconsciousness.

~~~~~~~~

Donnie smiled as his machine fired at his brother. This would change everything! If his machine really worked, then it could be revolutionary.

Then he heard Mikey fall.

He looked up from the control panel to see an alarming lack of a brother in front of the device. 

Oh no. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Mikey was supposed to stay in the same spot so Donnie could tell where he was when he shrunk, but now the scientist can’t see him anywhere.

Donnie tried calling out his name, hoping for a response, but he didn’t get one. How is this possible? He should be able to hear Mikey just fine at his new size, but now it’s completely silent. Unless he wasn’t awake to say anything.

This was bad.

He just lost his younger brother, tiny and unconscious, in the large area that is his lab.

Watching his step carefully, Donatello made his way to the door of his lab. He needs to think of a way to find Mikey, hopefully before their other brothers get home from patrol.

Standing in the doorway, Donnie scanned over the floor of his lab, trying to find orange.

Or green,

Or anything that could help him find the location of his younger brother.

It felt like an eternity passed of silently watching the floor when Donnie heard the main door open. His other brothers were home.

Panicking, he stepped inside his lab and closed the door, staying far away from where he last saw Mikey. He heard Leo and Raph call out for him and Mikey, but ignored it for now. They would be a lot more angry with him if they found out he shrunk Mikey and then lost him. 

~~~~~~~

Mikey groaned as he tried opening his eyes, immediately closing them when he was met with the ceiling of bright light. Right, he was lying on his back. He should fix that. 

His muscles ached as he moved. He feels like he’s forgetting something. Mikey’s eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the bright lighting, but when they do, he panics.

Where is he? Thinking hard about what he could remember, his eyes widened. He was in Donnie’s lab And Donnie’s machine made him pass out! Oh, he is so getting pranked after this.

He walks around, trying to find Donnie. Wait, why does the lab look so weird? 

Then he sees it, a bolt on the ground in front of him, one that was the size of his head!

“D..did Donnie make a super-sizer machine or something?” he questioned, “or…”

Then, like an earthquake, the ground shook. Mikey caught himself before he could fall from the vibrations, and it stopped as quickly as it started.

He paused for a few seconds, trying to process everything going through his head at the moment. This isn’t what he thinks it is…right? Before he could come up with something to excuse these weird occurrences, Mikey heard an ear bursting noise. It sounded like a voice, a familiar voice…

LEO!?

It sounded just like Leo, but way, way louder.

So it meant only one thing: Donnie really shrank him! Oh man, what is he gonna do? Ok calm down, he just needs to get Donnie’s attention and he can fix this. Hopefully? It can’t be that hard, right?

“Mikey,” Donatello whispered, “where are you?”

Mikey jumped at the sudden voice, not used to the volume.

“DONNIE! IM OVER HERE!”

He looked around, trying to find anything to get a better view. He still hasn’t seen Donnie yet. How is Donnie supposed to know where he is if Mikey doesn’t even know?

~~~~~~~~

Donnie started searching quieter this time as his other brothers got home, worried that they’d hear the commotion and come running. He silently stalked the lab, trying not to hurt the youngest of the family. 

He thought calling out for him once more would help, so he did. It was just a whisper, but at Mikey’s new size, he might as well be talking normally.

All of a sudden, he heard something. If he hadn’t been paying attention, he would have missed it. It sounded like it came from the left, so he started checking there.

Donnie saw nothing out of the ordinary for a bit, but eventually he spotted the smallest hint of orange peeking out from behind one of his unfinished projects. He had nothing orange in the lab. That must be Mikey!

Carefully he lifted the project and reached his hand out, pinching his little brother by his plastron and shell, lifting him up towards his face.

He inspected the smaller turtle for a few seconds, turning him in his hands and checking for any bad side effects. After the initial shock wore off, he realized Mikey looked…scared? Did Donnie do something wrong?

“Mikey?”

As he spoke, the orange clad turtle flinched, looking like he’d retreat into his shell at any moment. 

“Are you alright, little brother?”

Mikey flinched again, but this time he seemed to peek up towards Donnie’s face, giving a forced-looking smile, still tense but less so.

“Y-yea, I’m ok dude, you’re huge,” 

“R-really big,” Mikey whispered under his breath

~~~~~~~

Mikey kept looking for Donnie, but couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. How do you lose such a gigantic brother!? 

He was about to walk in a random direction until he found something familiar, when there was a rush of air behind him. The screeching of metal being moved caught his ear and, as he went to turn around, he froze.

Kneeling there, absolutely humongous, was his brother. 

Except… instead of relieved, he felt..scared.

Donnie was huge, and the way he loomed over his small form was unnerving. Shadow covered his face and Mikey had to crane his neck up just to see it. He knew this was his brother, but the more he looked at him, the more he wishes he’d just stayed hidden.

As he was busy staring, a hand bigger than his whole body shot out and grabbed him around the shell. His feet were lifted off the ground as he became dizzy from the sudden movement. Mikey could feel the fingers tightly around him, strong enough to crack his shell in a second.

When Mikey looked back at Donnie, he found he was right at eye level with him. He still had his pair of work goggles on and Mikey could see his own reflection shaking in them. He couldn’t help it. Donnie just looked so cold like this, like he was staring at a new specimen, not his brother.

It seemed Donnie must have felt that way too, as he started poking and twisting Mikey like a new toy. Fingers pinned him, forced to watch his arm practically disappear as Donnie grabbed it, scared that any twitch would rip his arm off.

Suddenly, the prodding stopped. He was still stuck in his big brother's hand, but now he wasn’t doing anything. Not being able to hold his gaze any longer, Mikey looked at the ground, not trying to stop the tensing of his body at seeing how far up he was.

“Mikey?”

He couldn’t help the flinch at how loud the purple turtle's voice was as it seemed to vibrate through his body. He could feel the bass from it rattle through his shell and into his skull with ease.

“Are you alright, little brother?”

Mikey flinched once again, but couldn’t help but feel guilty for the way he was acting. It’s not like Donnie’s trying to be scary! So, with minor hesitation, he looked up. He saw the goggles had been removed and the piercing gaze had been replaced with concern.

He forced himself to un-tense his muscles and tried to give Donnie a convincing smile. When he tried to speak, it came out in a stutter at first, but he persisted.

“Y-yea, I’m ok dude, you’re huge,”

“R-really big,”

He hoped the last part was too quiet to hear, whispering it under his breath to help him process it.

~~~~~~

Donnie sighed, nearly blowing Mikey’s mask right off. He walked over to his machine, placed Mikey down in front of it, and walked to the controls.

“Test one successful, initiating reversal sequence. "

As the device started glowing that purple hue again, Mikey knew he couldn’t wait to be normal sized and he would never agree to testing Donnie’s experiments without knowing what they do first.

Then, the machine's tip lit up and Mikey closed his eyes, not wanting to be blinded like last time. But…after a few seconds, nothing happened. He peeked one eye open and saw that the machine was dark. He didn’t need to know science to know that this was bad. 

He glanced over at Donnie to see him looking just as confused.

This was very bad.

——————-

well that took a while. It’ll be awhile before I can write another one of these T-T

but please send asks! I’ll make sure no ask is left unanswered.

#g/t #g/t community #giant/tiny #tmnt g/t #tiny Mikey #Tiny Michelangelo #Giant Donnie #Giant Donatello #This is baby’s first fanfic #That gets to see the light of day at least #I really wanna talk to people #So please send asks or requests or anything #I’m tired

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #477 - "Strength & Honor"

Originally posted on April 22nd, 2010

Story, Letters - Carlos Oliveros Art - Iván Mas

Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: Per deviantART, this was actually a test for an IDW comic featuring Overlord! IDW didn’t do anything with it, for obvious reasons. I’ve decided to serialise it here for the archive, as it’s basically an extension of Mas’ and Oliveros’ work on “Human Component”. I’ve included various bits of commentary from Mas, from various bits of ancillary artwork.

Well, here are some designs I did for an acquaintance who had a project related to this character and that will be rotting in some drawer in San Diego.. to the detriment of other things that are being edited.... say...... different........ is what there is........... a shame, because the thing looked pretty good.

In fact I think I like this person quite a lot how he does things, he has good and clear ideas, projects that are more than interesting and he is serious.

About Overlord... oof! what a great character! his toy seems to me one of the best that were released in the Transformers line, very playable, with many possibilities.

Let's see if I can put the complete "base" mode.

Well.... here is a scene that recreates a little bit the chapters of Masterfroce in which Ginrai is defeated by Overlord and in some way the duality that the character has due to its human components...

I really would have also liked to show the previous battle... but... everything can't be.... even so, it wasn't bad at all, although it is true that once finished I would have preferred to change the second panel, or add some other....

It didn’t turn out all bad.

This is a panel for a Mosaic about Overlord, which also at the time served as a pitch for an IDW project about this character. In the end, the project was dismissed because he was a Japanese character, and they claimed that he had no market in the US because he wasn't a well-known character.

For a project that I imagine IDW would have discarded, because it's not very much in the editorial and sales line they have.

It's always fun to do this kind of things... don't look too much at the drawing itself, the anatomy is not right, I corrected it, I have a file with a good drawing. I focused basically on the shapes and details of the armor. There are also some perspective errors etc... but well, for what I was interested in, I didn't care.

In any case I wanted that the aspect of these armors had a somewhat different look from the rest, those of Giga and Mega are more threatening, they look more organic, they are more violent, perhaps more exaggerated and lavish, as they spend almost all the time in an underwater base, I thought that perhaps it would be good that they had the aspect of a crustacean or something like that.

I eliminated the exaggerated spikes on the forearms, they are uncomfortable to draw and neither functional nor anatomical, but I replaced them with smaller ones and for more quantity respecting the spirit of the character, the ones on the shoulders, I had to keep them, they were too characteristic.

In any case it is an armor with a lot of detail, it was a challenge to draw it in each vignette, but well, I don't know what was more complex if it was the challenge of doing the intricate and complex script or the realistic and detailed drawing. But it was worth it. You would have liked it...

It's cool, the basic shapes are very similar to the old design, the basics are kept, here Giga appears without a helmet, the helmet was intended to be retractable, that somehow was collected behind, and when he wanted to start to pile up many pieces around the face to form the helmet.

So nice. maybe now that I will have a few days with time, I will dedicate myself to draw the whole scene where this man appeared in this pose....

One of the designs for the Masterforce series that I prepared and that has not been carried out. I tried to respect the original design as well as the outlandish colors as much as possible "correcting" some things that actually, were not quite right.

A little bit of quick color to have more or less clear the range, and ... the cape is an original creation, I think it simply looked good and brought that majestic air that the category of the character has in the original series. I thought that maybe like the helmet, it could simply be retractable and ready.

#Transformers #Transformers Mosaic #Maccadam #Japanese Generation 1 #Carlos Oliveros #Iván Mas #Overlord #Optimus Prime #Godbomber