#most of these creators i drew for the first time on this sheet

[sirenetica]

Thought I'd take a crack at the Life Series In Your Style board (courtesy of @/xmaruu11)

Tell me which ones your favorite :)

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #mumbo jumbo #jimmy solidarity #smallishbeans #scott smajor #impulsesv #skizzleman #tangotek #ethoslab #bdubs #zombiecleo #inthelittlewood #rendog #ldshadowlady #bigbstatz #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #life series #trafficblr #traffic smp #most of these creators i drew for the first time on this sheet #some of them ive drawn for a while #and i think you can tell #I CANT EXPLAIN MY REASONINGS FOR SOME DESIGN CHOICES IN THE TAGS ORZ #if any of these creators ever see this post i will explode thats so embarrassing of me im so sorry you had to see this (packing up my bags)

[jccatstudios]

SoC Comic Adaptation and General FAQ

General

Who are you?

Hi, I'm Claire (she/they)! I'm currently studying to become a professional comic creator. I love drawing fashion, expressive characters, and anti-hero action.

Where else can I find your work?

You can find all my work on my website! I'm also on Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr, and Tiktok (sometimes...). You can find my fan art under the handle jccatstudios, and my original art under jcscottart (only on Instagram and Twitter).

How can I support your work?

Besides supporting my work through your lovely comments and reblogs, you can help monetarily support me on Ko-Fi. Your support helps fund my college education.

Six of Crows: A Comic Adaptation

Why are you doing this?

Ever since I read the duology, I always thought it would make a great graphic novel series. When my professor encouraged me to start a webcomic, I took the opportunity to make the comic I imagined into reality. I want to see the whole series illustrated through comics one day. If I got the chance to make the official adaptation, that would be one of my biggest dream projects. I'm also using this project as an opportunity to improve my skills before I graduate.

Will you post it on (insert webcomic platform)?

Probably not. Most online comic platforms are meant for scroll format, and I'm making a traditional format comic. Plus, I post on so many sites already, so I think adding another would take too much time out of actually creating the comic.

Will you draw the whole book/series?

I wish I could! Since I'm not doing this full-time or professionally, that's quite unlikely. It would take years to complete it full-time, who knows how long as a hobby. I'd love to add a six-volume SoC graphic novel series to my shelf, but that of course can't be done without some serious backing. I'm currently working on adapting Chapter 3.

Where's Chapter 1: Joost?

I never drew it! I started with Chapter 2: Inej because I wanted to draw the main characters first. The first chapter of the comic is the second chapter of the book. I name the comic chapters after the book chapters just to make it clear which part of the book they correspond to.

Can I repost your art, use your art for layouts/edits, etc?

Yes, you may with visible credit. If you use it for your profile layout, put my handle in your bio. If you're reposting it or using my art for edits/collages, put my handle in the description. As long as it's for personal use, you can use my art. Do not sell copies of my art, use it in merch, or use it for any sort of monetary gain. Do not use my art for prompting or generating images.

Can I use your character designs and headcanons in fanart, fanfic, etc?

Absolutely! Please tag me if you do. I don't need credit since I didn't create any of these characters, but I definitely want to see what you create. :D

How do you make the comic?

The comic is made with mostly traditional methods with some digital editing. I pencil and ink all of the pages on bristol board. I mainly use the G-pen nib for characters and technical pens for the backgrounds. Once I scan the pages, I do light adjustments to the line art and correct any mistakes. The gray tones come from a single sheet of ink wash adjusted to be lighter or darker. The bubbles and lettering are all digital.

If anything else comes up, I'll add it here! Feel free to send me an ask if you have a question that isn't on this post.

#faq #soc comic adaptation

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i incorporate an old friend’s oc into my oc’s backstory?

hi!! this is a more lighthearted AITA- i’m basically just gauging proper oc etiquette bc i have no clue if this would be rude.

i (18X) am a d&d player. have been for a long time! i started at 13, with a huge group of my friends. we didn’t get to play much bc there were so many of us, but it was a blast and i ended up loving my character, natphi (a classic tiefling bard) so much that she eventually became a standalone oc for me.

in-game, natphi entered the party alongside her friend, luca (a half-elf ranger), who was played by another one of my friends (18 or 19 X now, 13 at the time). we were baby gays, and natphi and luca had a really fun sort of will-they-or-won’t-they wlw best-friendship. it was a great dynamic, and we both loved drawing them together and discussing them and even rping how they first met over discord. it was a blast, and eventually natphi’s friendship with and pining over luca became an important part of her story and character to me.

however, by this point luca’s player and i were going to different schools and had dropped several friends in that group due to standard teen drama, so it was hard to keep in touch. we stopped talking a couple of years ago with no hard feelings- just a classic drifting apart over time.

natphi is still one of my most beloved ocs (we’ve been through a lot together) and i still daydream about her friendship and such with luca. it gets difficult when i want to draw her in any meaningful way, though. luca isn’t my character, and if i drew her and posted it i would absolutely link back to her creator’s instagram, but it feels really odd to make and post art of the oc of someone you don’t talk to anymore. i can’t go and ask them if they mind, because once again, we haven’t spoken in years.

i’ve been chewing on this dilemma for a bit, but an idea came to me as i started preparing to make natphi a character sheet for a oneshot i’m doing soon: i could make natphi’s relationship with luca a part of her backstory and come up with some tragic separation of them. it would work great with natphi’s current backstory and deepen her character motivations, so there’s no problems there. however, i still feel really iffy using a now-stranger’s character with mine, even if i were to only refer to luca as more of a vague ghost than a full character. part of me feels like i’m “copying” her and just changing bits and pieces so she doesn’t look exactly the same. technically, nobody would actually be able to tell unless i told them, but i’d still feel like an ass for doing it if it’s “cheating,” for lack of a better word. however, i also know i’m a chronic overthinker, so i’m asking all of you instead: would i be TA for this??? i genuinely have no idea. thanks in advance for the input! ^^

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[shepspencil]

Here's something a little overdue:

The main reference sheets for my character, Victorious Flame, throughout the War for Rayuba OCT, which had nine rounds. I'll queue them up over the coming days.

War for Rayuba was an Original Character Tournament (OCT) set in the world and setting of Kill Six Billion Demons, a webcomic (18+, violence) by Tom Parkinson-Morgan, also the co-creator of the LANCER mech TTRPG.

My art skills improved dramatically over the course of the tournament, so I think it'll be interesting to compare how I drew things over time - learned to simplify, color and shade, and be more efficient with details. But we've all gotta start somewhere, right?

More information under the cut.

This first image was made in... January of 2021, I think, for Round 1. I'm really not a fan of how drab I chose to color this, but it was the first time I'd tried, haha.

Vic's design was, still is, and may always be a work in progress given the nature of his powers. His most distinct features are definitely his mask and the three big vents on each of his gauntlets.

I tried adding other details, like vents on his boots, but they never really felt like. The little heat-guard-looking holes on his hands also feel really distinct, but I got really tired of drawing them. Honestly, they kept showing up and disappearing over the course of the tournament. I still like them, but every time, I remember having to add five little circles on each hand, every panel, every page...

Anyways, here's the first and last time his reference image includes what my friends and I belovedly-scornfully nicknamed the "Mega Man boots". Everyone pointed them out, laughed at them, and then hated having to draw them. So they didn't stick around.

#art #oc art #Victorious Flame #War for Rayuba #2020

[parasite-core]

So I’m thinking about reworking a story I’ve had in my head for a long time. As such, here’s a character sheet I drew up for one of the main characters, Tsuneer.

Tsuneer is an ancient being, the first creation of the god who created all gods: Xeon, or simply The Universe. He has existed through hundreds of universes, and weathered the apocalypses of countless worlds while they burned around him, he and his siblings being the only beings who could survive to see the birth of the next universe that would rise from the ashes.

He has more than a little survivor’s guilt over the worlds that he felt died before their time and the people who he knows he’ll outlive. He keeps most people besides his siblings at arm’s length, although he’s been assigned by the creator god to work with a group of beings called the Grand Daminesc in this universe, forcing him to make some connections he otherwise wouldn’t.

Tsuneer keeps that mask on him at all times, never letting it leave his sight. He doesn’t let on its exact importance to anyone but his siblings, but everyone who’s around him for long enough can see that the strange artifact seems to decay and crack and repair itself now and then—seemingly at random.

For an idea of how long this has been bouncing around in my head, I made that mask for Halloween in high school (so over a decade ago) to go as Tsuneer. I still have it. I love that mask.

#ah yes the four emotions: happy sad angry and mask #Tsuneer Univa #shard of destruction #parart #my ocs #oc art #writeblr #about my oc

[florasearle]

David Wilson

Wilson is an art director

Inspired by Sugar Water music video-I’ve seen this!

Studied illustration at Brighton originally

Project for uni was an astronaut mockumentary where he made the costume - Life As An Independent Astronaut

Used one of Metronomy songs for his final piece - this video gave him his first commission after uni. Knew one of bands girlfriends. Now intertwined in each others lives. The animation was drawn individually on paper and cut out on photoshop. Just worked with what he could do.

Blink and Partisan- were cool companies

Doogle Wilson director

YCN- an illustrative version of D&AD. Brief was to create a response under 4 minutes. Zoetrope - sat with a record player and drew 16 drawings around record. Won him best budget music video award

Life is like a rollercoaster-it’s more like a line at a theme park. He just is showing us the rollercoaster parts. Most of it is leaning into and pushing.

It’s all in the preparation for these types of project

Artic Monkeys-wanted visuals for their track Do I Wanna Know? Wanted animation similar to their album cover. First went to directors of Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared but they were too busy. He drew the storyboards and had a team of animators to create the animation.

Arcade Fire music video, featured Andrew Garfield

Did commercial works in-between, such as Rowse Honey

Royal Blood music video

Retro Futurist Daddies-played with AI over his break. What the world be like with masculine gay men who are seen as an important part of society. Gay imagery is shown as cinematic and not underground

Still does scrap drawings and uses his illustration degree

Pulls references from music videos he likes

Also showed us the Mastoor video without the visual effects

Deep Clean music video

When starting music videos they pitched endlessly for years to get their ideas accepted (talking of creators of everything everywhere all at once whose ideas all got rejected). Made music video for Sleigh Bells band.

Created advert for Facebook. Based around the idea of small business and the tool to personalise ideas

Artists Way- 12 week course where it recovers artistic burnout. Recommend doing it as a group or with a friend to help motivate.

Important to be real in this profession. Everyone should be communicating their bad days to each other.

Shooting animatics like in Mastoor really helps

Encourage other creatives to advance ideas

Fuck the system

What are the thought processes to taking risks?:

Usually pushing against something - subversive to the brief (makes it exciting to him)

Breaking things is a brand he has made for himself

Bigger risks of the Deep Clean-seeing what was happening to the appropriation of queer culture. Anything overtly sexual within this community is often rejected-leather culture, cabaret culture. This got him riled up and passionate about the project. In his he’s making peace with the world, not taking risks

Narratives aren’t chronologically based, how does he storyboard these ideas, such as in Artic Monkeys music video

Going back to his foundation course and and an excise he was taught. Taking lots of A4 sheets of paper and folding them up 3/4 times so you get a row of 8 set a timer and draw in each of these frames. They had a brief of drag racing and sexy girls but it was a stream of consciousness.

Be your own AI machine.

How does he merge a visual together?

Directors Daniel Wolf will shoot shoot shoot with various cameras and figure it out in the edit

Wilson was taught how to structure his work through being with Doogle Wilson who would meticulously storyboard everything

Every second on set is money and so time is a pressure, storyboards help but it’s also important for some leeway to help actors/dancers etc

Eliminates the unknown before he spends money

Uses anyone around to help visualise camera sequences

Networking is the most powerful tool you can have

Did music video for The Maccabees

Being a creative doesn’t get easier

Don’t imitate other people

This talk was really inspiring as a person whose only skills reside in illustration, often feeling constricted in my abilities to expand beyond what I want to do and feeling limited by what I am able to do. I have always felt to be a person with ideas but without the means of execution. Wilson talked of how his ideas are given to people with the technical knowledge to execute them and this has reassured me in my future career. Though I may not be able to pursue this as a career, due to my lack of technical knowledge, it was inspiring to see how someone could use their visions as a career.

#unit3 #conceptsofvisuallanguage #Youtube

[nitewrighter]

for the teen Titans ficlet thing, I don’t suppose you could do “there was only one bed” for robin and starfire?

*slams fist down on table* STARFIRE IS THE BIG SPOON.

----

"I think you are overacting," Starfire said, her arms folded across her garish tye-dyed nightshirt.

"Overreacting," Robin corrected, adjusting the waistband on his sweats as he stepped out of the bathroom, "And--I'm not. I've slept in lean-tos in the Alaskan hinterland and in literal trees in the Virunga mountains. I can handle a hotel floor."

Starfire scoffed. "You are being ridiculous! It is a bed! There is room for two! Plenty of my people sleep in Tesh'li!"

"Er..." Robin gave her a blank look and Starfire seemed to realize that that word hadn't translated over.

"Uhm..." Starfire's brow furrowed for a few seconds as she struggled for the closest english equivalent, "Tesh'li are like... clusters? P-piles? It is very common for families."

"...Tamaraneans sleep in piles?" Robin's brow crinkled at the mental image.

" Tesh'li. 'Piles' implies gravity is a strong factor in the composition of bodies," said Starfire.

"...right, floating..." Robin said quietly.

"The whole team had a big Tesh'li in that cave when we had that mission in Markovia!" Starfire said, clearly frustrated, "Beast Boy turned into a grizzly bear and Cyborg turned off his cooling systems to share body heat! You and Raven even shared your capes! Why is this worse? Am I worse?"

"It's not worse--I mean obviously you're not worse-- it's just---when it's just two people--" Robin drew in a tense breath through his teeth before slumping his shoulders, defeated. "It's like... an earth... thing."

"I am aware that earth has many things," said Starfire, clearly not satisfied with this answer.

Robin sighed.

"Oh!" Starfire perked up, "It is one of your earth intimacy hangups! Because large portions of your population spent several centuries convincing yourselves that your natural instinct to be close and reproduce were affronts to your creator deities! And that still lingers in your cultural practices!"

"Uh..." Robin didn't really have a response to that.

"I have been reading the Earth histories," said Starfire, a little smugly.

"That's great," said Robin, meekly.

“Well it is not like any of ‘the funny business’ will be happening,” said Starfire, using the finger quotes around the words ‘funny business.’ Robin really regretted letting Beast Boy teach her how to make air quotes with her fingers and that she had only been getting better at figuring out when to use them. “But I will respect your cultural practice and let you sleep on the floor, even though that is dumb and a little gross and you will wake up with the aching back.”

"You sure are a diplomat, huh?" said Robin, drily.

“Mm-hmm!” Starfire nodded.

This was supposed to be a victory in the argument for Robin--since Starfire was recognizing the boundaries he was laying out, but who was he laying them out for if she didn’t care about them? Himself? Alfred had made a point of bringing him up to be ‘proper’ and ‘gentlemanly’ (perhaps to make up for some shortcomings with Bruce) but Robin’s own childhood in the Circus was closer to what Starfire was describing--the performers spent so much time traveling and setting up and breaking down the circus that they had to catch sleep when they could, sleeping in piles, often with little regard for gender or age. He remembered sleeping splayed across his parents’ laps when he was small, or with his cheek smushed against Samson the Strongman’s bicep, or even in the pile of poodles, borzois, and border collies that made up the act of ‘Rivka’s Fabulous Tumbling Dogs.’ Sometimes he would even wake up with white greasepaint smudged in his hair from sleeping on one of the clowns’ shoulders. But now here he was, feeling like a bit of an idiot as Starfire pulled some sheets off the bed and the extra pillow and handed them over to him, before plopping down cross-legged on the bed herself and turning on the hotel room TV. 

“Did you want to watch something?” Starfire glanced at him.

“I’m fine with whatever you want to watch,” Robin shrugged.

Robin took the uncomfortable wooden chair next to the too-small hotel table where their mostly-eaten one-half pepperoni one half pineapple-anchovy pizza sat. Starfire quickly flicked through the channels until reaching a public access channel where a reindeer bellowed on the screen.

“The noble caribou,” the narrator spoke, “A proud fixture of the tundras of the north that have roamed these grass-covered polar deserts for thousands of years.”

Robin gave a glance over to Starfire who was lying on her stomach on the bed and kicking her feet back and forth, her chin in her hands like any preppy teenaged earth girl watching her favorite low-budget cringeworthy high school drama starring 29-year-olds.

“But this is not a story of the caribou, no we will focus on a friend who has been here even longer,” the camera panned down to a caribou gnawing some knotty, netted-looking substance from the ground, “That industrious, unsung hero: The lichen. This is... Life of Lichen.” 

“What happened to ‘World of Fungus?’” Robin tilted his head.

“You remembered?” Starfire perked up.

“I mean it’s your favorite,” Robin shrugged, “Or I guess this is your new favorite?”

“Life of Lichen is the sequel!” Starfire said excitedly, “Technically it is the third sequel. The first was ‘Our Friend the Algae,’ the second was, ‘World of Fungus’ and now it is ‘Life of Lichen!’ Because you need both algae and fungus to create it,” She paused a bit, “I can... change it if you prefer something else though.”

“Nah I kind of like it. It’s calming,” said Robin, “I used to only research stuff for like... missions and investigations... it’s nice to just... be interested in things.” He craned in his seat a little to see better.

“There is room,” said Starfire, scooting herself over, “You can see better here.”

Robin paused for a few seconds, then got up and took a seat on the bed, propping some pillows up against the headboard for himself to lean against. 

“While lichen bears superficial similarity to moss, there are many differences, the first starting with composition. Mosses, of course, are plants, while lichens are composite organisms, there are over 20,000 known species...” The documentary narrator continued talking as the camera panned across a rainbow of lichens on the side of a rock and Robin found his eyelids drooping, 

He could have sworn he only rested his eyes for a few minutes when he suddenly startled awake. Most of the hotel room lights were off, save for the bedside lamp, the credits were running on the TV and the previews were next week’s episode were promising to delve into the exciting world of lichens growing on trees, as opposed to this episode which mainly featured lichens growing on rocks.

“Starfire?” Robin said, his voice hoarse with sleepiness.

“Mm?” Starfire was already turning around and fluffing up her pillow, the faint green glow of her eyes creating a low spooky light in the room.

“The floor’s kinda gross,” said Robin.

“The floor is indeed gross,” said Starfire.

“Is it cool if--”

“It is very cool,” said Starfire. She reached and got the pillow he had on the floor next to the bed and passed it over to him.

“Alright,” Robin got under the sheets. Maybe he would have found more energy to be flustered about the action if he hadn’t been lulled by an hour of a husky British accent talking about lichens. Starfire seemed to be respecting his ‘earth intimacy hangups’ and slept on her side with her back to him.

“G’night,” said Robin.

“Sleep well,” Starfire’s voice was half muffled into her pillow as he turned off the bedside lamp.

It didn’t take too long for Starfire’s breathing to go slow and rhythmic, but Robin was still staring at the ceiling. 

God, I made that weird, he thought, Why did I have to make such a big deal about sleeping on the floor? I mean I literally was repeatedly saying it’s not a big deal and it wasn’t but now it’s a whole thing. What if she thinks I don’t like her? What if she knows I like her but she’s really pushing the alien thing so we don’t have to address it? No that’s awful, she wouldn’t do that--earth means too much to her to do that. That was shitty of me to think. ‘Earth Intimacy hangups.’ I don’t have earth intimacy hangups. I should probably let her know that it’s probably not cool to tell people they have ‘earth intimacy hangups’ right to their face. I’m cool with it though. Because I don’t make big deals of things. I mean it wouldn’t be a big deal to sleep on the floor. Oh god I’m obsessing over this. 

He turned on his side so that he was facing her back in the bed. He stared at her, watching her shoulders slowly shift with her breath. He tried to match the pace of his breath to hers. 

Tesh’li, huh? he thought, and he felt his eyelids get heavy. He imagined a distant world with high-ceilinged palaces, and a family sleeping in a pile on a heap of luxurious cushions and circular futons, one of their two daughters hovering upside-down just above them. His eyelids slowly slid shut, Doesn’t sound so bad...

He woke up at 2 in the morning drowning in hair.

Starfire was hovering about a half foot off the bed, half the blankets hanging off of her, still in that same ‘lying on her side’ position, though now angled so that the majority of her hair was piled directly on Robin’s face. Robin sputtered quietly, pushing hair out of his eyes and mouth and flinching hard as he realized Starfire was floating.

“Star-pft-fire?” he whispered hoarsely, still pushing hair from his face.

“Robinnn... Kan’ah peq lor-faon eshdarm...” Starfire murmured in Tamaranean.

“...What?” Robin said blankly before she dropped back down onto the bed with a bounce and a loud creak of mattress springs, still dead asleep. A cat-like snore escaped her as she readjusted herself in the blankets. Robin breathed in a steadying breath, coming to terms with what he had just seen and how it was all perfectly normal what with Starfire being an alien. Then he repeated that last mental sentence back to himself and wondered how long ago this work had claimed his sanity like it had claimed Bruce’s. He didn’t have long to dwell on that thought, however, as Starfire turned over in her sleep, wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him close, her alien strength moving him with the same ease as she might grab a stuffed animal.

“Star?” Robin whispered again as her arm snaked over his chest. He felt her body pressing into him from behind. His face was burning. 

“Hmm... Wurul tai horqarr, Silkie...” she mumbled, squeezing Robin close.

“Er.. Star--I’m not--Ggk!” Robin winced a little at the tight squeeze, wondering for a few seconds if he was going to get a broken rib,  but then Starfire seemed to nuzzle her cheek against his hair and her grip relaxed with a slight sigh.

Her hair was still enveloping him in a river of orange. She was warm--warmer than any human he could remember, and being in her arms felt like that almost- too-warm that’s perfect for dozing off while reading on summer afternoons. She smelled like ozone, and Lapsang-Souchong tea, and fresh-cut citrus. He wondered how he smelled to her. If he smelled like a memory of another planet. He listened to her breathing for a few minutes longer, as the warmth of her sank into him. He felt the exhaustion he always felt like he was barely outrunning catch up to him again, but here he was willing to let it overtake him.

Maybe I should wake her up? I mean... alien strength... don’t want to get crushed if she has a weird dream or something. Probably the smart thing to do, he thought.

“Zontar-ha peq lor-yuur’vyn...”  Starfire murmured in her sleep and readjusted herself against him again, her body curving around him. 

Eh. There are worse ways to go, he thought as he closed his eyes.

#dickkory #dc #teen titans #I loved hearing Kory speak Tamaranean in the show--it sounded almost klingon? In a good way #...ironically I'm talking about the live-action trainwreck and not the 03 show there #anyway cuddling: we should all do more of it #robstar

[anonymous-eggy]

Facts that were shared during Nicky's livestream!

For those of you who either don't want/have the time to watch it, but still want that sweet information all in one place. The livestream really was a joy to watch, though!

Miguel and Celia related things:

Miguel and Celia are getting their own separate stories and spotlights, which are being worked on currently and will be released in the upcoming months hopefully!

Celia's story is planned to be named "Hollywoodland".

Miguel's story is planned to be named "Catch Me in Miami".

Celia and Miguel's stories will have differentiating prologues.

Nicky, Celia, and Miguel would get along really really well. They would understand eachother and bond over how their less-than-perfect pasts led them to their similar goals.

Nicky would technically still be alive in Celia's story, since it takes place in the 1940's. (assuming Nicky hasn't died from either mob related things or an accident without mc being there to make him realize there was more to life 😥😥😥)

(cut for those who may not be interested)

artist/creator things:

It was very important to the artist, Dri, that Nicky's appearance wasn't too imposing, scary, intimidating, or overwhelming. Rather, she wanted him to still look friendly and flirty; like someone you could have a nice time with.

They wanted him to be the opposite of what a classic gangster in a relationship would be (wandering eyes, cheating, being an overall douche). They wanted him to be the type of respectable guy who was always loyal, loving, and committed to you; someone you never had to doubt when it came to whether or not he loves you.

They have more things planned for Nicky! This isn't the end, we're definitely going to see more of him! (merch, side stories, illustrations)

Dri's favorite Nicky Cg is the bridge scene because of how well everything fell into place. (ch. 8 "what if we dance across it?")

The hardest Cg to draw was the Picnic one because it was the first one she ever drew and she was so nervous that she redrew it multiple times before even showing another person. (she absolutely loves how it turned out though!) (ch. 9 when he offers to take you on a picnic)

Dri absolutely loves how supportive and vocal we are about our love for Two Against the World!

Everyone on the stream (I think Dani, Gabby, and Dri) loves when we create anything! (especially the memes, which they scroll through and laugh at often) and they love reading our comments!

They planned on Nicky's route ending on ch. 13, which is why that chapter has that "perfect movie ending" feel.

The chapters beyond 13 are basically an epilogue so you get to see what's going on with both endings.

They felt that, early on, Nicky felt very 3 dimensional (in terms of personality) and that they knew who he was from the get go.

Nicky Facts they shared:

Nicky would still be a gangster in modern times. Instead of bootlegging, he would do more of the gambling and casino stuff.

Nicky smells very clean and dreamy; YSL cologne for sure. (Yves Saint Laurent)

Mbti type coming soon and will be posted on socials.

He enjoys the classics, and has a guilty pleasure for romance novels.

Nicky would love all of the modern world gadgets like a kid in a candy store. Though, he would still enjoy the simple pleasures and elegance of the 1920's.

On a scale of 1 to 10 on how confused he would be with a mobile phone, Nicky would be at an 8.

If he weren't a gangster, Nicky would own a dog rescue shelter. Or he would be a model.

Nicky would embrace modern songs and adapt really well to modern times due to the fact that he's basically a social chameleon.

Nicky likes musicals and would like modern musicals because he really enjoys music in general.

Nicky grew up with big dogs.

He always tried to take in stray dogs because of how much he identifies with them.

Nicky doesn't really have a favorite breed of dog; he just loves the love that they give and bring with them everywhere they go.

Modern Nicky would own an Audi R8, a Mercedes G wagon, or a vintage car.

When mc told Nicky that they were from the future/modern time, he was so taken with you that he didn't particularly care. He was like "Yeah whatever, as long as you spend time with meee ❤️"

In a DnD world, Nicky would be a noble High Elf Bard (DnD sheet may be coming soon).

Nicky isn't holy enough to be a paladin.

When talking about what his instrument would be, many were mentioned: Mandolin, Lute, a little Pan Flute, a whole Grand Piano he just carries/ summons, or (the option I like the most) a violin.

Floyd and Nicky's relationship is very complex. Floyd values and puts his gangster work before any sort of love, much like majority of gangsters.

Nicky on the other hand values love above his work, and values your love and relationship with him more than his work.

Nicky refuses to follow any rule that goes against your love for eachother.

Nicky is in his 20's.

He would spoil his kids a lot.

Nicky is left-handed! (yes i absolutely celebrated this canon confirmation because I'm left handed too)

Nicky's common goal throughout his whole life was always to find his significant other.

Nicky would be a tennis player.

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[hardlystrictlystarwars]

With the Commander (Commander Wolffe x Reader)

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Commander Wolffe x Officer!GN!Reader

Keeping a relationship hidden from the GAR doesn’t come with special treatment.

Warning: Argument, Anger and Angst(the three A's) and probably some spelling errors

A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first time posting any writing about Clone wars. I don't know if it's any good but I hope you like it!!

Gifs do not belong to me, credit goes to the creators

“You disobeyed me,”

“I had to-”

“You disobeyed me,” He repeated.

“The planet down there was minutes away from a full on Separtist invasion. What else was I supposed to do?” You challenged your commander as he marched his way up to you. The footsteps of his boots were loud enough to alert everyone that he was on the bridge, if they hadn’t already heard his voice.

“Your plan could’ve gotten everyone killed, including yourself,” Wolffe said, the last part a little quieter. His eyes locked onto yours as he came to tower over you, “How are your troopers supposed to trust you when you can’t even take an order?”

“Troopers trust me commander, if they didn’t they wouldn’t have just saved everyone down there,” You pointed to the ember planet looking out at the nose of the star destroyer.

“How am I supposed to trust you when you can’t take an order?” He clarified himself in a softer tone.

You tried to hold your lips together for as long as you could. You were pretty sure you knew that he wanted his last words to sting.

“With all due respect, how am I supposed to take orders from my commander when they’re doomed to fail?” You spat back, ready to go toe-to-toe with him. You weren’t afraid of your commander, no matter how much he scared the rest of the GAR.

His stare at you hardened into a glare. You could practically hear his thoughts racing as he tried to determine your punishment just for letting those words come out of your mouth. He was angry, the mission was on the line, but he could have also lost you.

“Sixteen days,” He gritted through his teeth.

“What?”

“Sixteen day suspension for you ,” He repeated. He probably would’ve made it well over a month if he could’ve gotten away with it. But his general would already be mad that the head navigation officer would be missing for over two weeks.

“You can’t be serious-”

“One day for you to think about each platoon you could’ve gotten killed,” Wolffe said, confirming his punishment for you.

“A suspension, just put me on refresher duty for a month, for kriff’s sake Wolffe-”

“It’s Commander to you,” His eyes narrowed, “Now get off the bridge before you get yourself court martialed,”

You heard the swish of your quarter’s door open.

“It’s late, you should be in bed,” Wolffe’s voice called out to you. His eyes watched you as you sat at your desk.

There was a pause, only interrupted by the swish of your door closing behind him.

“Not like I have to wake up early tomorrow,” You brushed him off. You knew the whole conversation on the bridge was just a show. Well, all of it minus the sixteen day suspension.

He walked over behind you. Put his head on top of yours as his arms looped around your shoulders, glancing down at your datapad.

“Drawing up more battle plans,” He chuckled a little, “Of course, what else should I have expected?”

“Well, I figured I should do something productive during my suspension,” You turned to tilt your gaze up at him, “Commander,”

You smirked a little knowing Wolffe hated it when you specifically called him by his title when it was just the two of you. But while he might have been the most intimidating soldier in the GAR, you still dared to get under his skin and press every button possible.

“(Y/N)” He sighed, changing the tone of the conversation. He drew his arms back in and sat down at the foot of your bed. His shoulders slouching over his knees.

Even though he had only said your name, you knew what he was talking about. A man of not so many words, Wolffe didn’t need to speak a lot to get across his point.

You sighed, knowing the conversation that was coming, “Wolffe, why do I always get the harshest punishments of everyone? I know I went against orders and that you can’t give me special treatment, and I don’t need it, but kriff, over two weeks?”

“I don’t want anyone getting any ideas about us,” Wolffe defended himself, “We’ve almost gotten caught before and if we ever do then you lose your job and I get decommissioned,”

You turned your chair around to look at him. As much as you didn’t want to think about that, you knew he was right. You and him had to make your relationship look as professional as possible at all times in front of others. It was the only way to protect it. No one could know about the two of you.

The only time you could really be a couple was in your quarters late at night once everyone was asleep.

If anyone found out about a clone and an officer together there would be hell to pay. You would most certainly get kicked out of the GAR and no one would ever hear of Wolffe again.

“I know,” was all you could say as you walked over to join him on your bed.

“I love you, I love you so much that I will do whatever I have to do to protect you,”

“I know,”You replied.

“And I’m sorry if you get hurt in that process, but I love you," He whispered just loud enough for the two of you to hear, resting his head on your shoulder.

"I know and I love you too," You said with the heaviest of hearts.

#commander wolffe #star wars #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #wolffe x reader #wolffe fic #wolffe x you #clone trooper wolffe #my writing

[quartings]

College Adventures Special Episode VI: Interview with Jeremiah Cortez (Dogs in Space)!

A bit more of a casual entry this time, but I 100% had to talk about my Writing for Animation class professor and creator of the amazing Netflix cartoon Dogs in Space, Jeremiah Cortez! Spoilers for S1 of Dogs in Space btw! (Please watch it, it’s great)

(Btw, his class is the setting for College Adventures Season 3 Parts 7, 8, and 11!)

· For most of the semester he was under NDA about his series, so it was really tough hearing him say stuff like “Oh man, there’s the joke/character/scene in the show that’s SO good! I can’t tell you about it right now, but can’t wait for you all to see it!” so much.

· Nevertheless, he showed us a ton of character sheets for the show, and they were super-extensive!! There was so much detail in them for how every character dynamic in the whole show should play out, and it was really fun to see!

· Netflix really wanted him to cast a big-name celebrity as Cpt Garbage, but he managed to fight against that in order to find the right person instead. Some names thrown around included Seth Rogen and Will Ferrell!

· For the same reasons, Netflix was also very against hiring no-name David Lopez as Chonies, but Jeremiah insisted he was right for the job (and I agree!)

· Loaf was originally written to have a British accent, since he’s a British Bulldog!

· Apparently while recording her lines for Kira in the finale, Debra Wilson actually broke into tears! That’s dedication!

· Also, Kira wasn’t even going to be the antagonist of S1 at first! It was originally going to be an alien that the crew of the Pluto found. And his “evil” plan was to steal the dogs’ gene-alteration tech to splice himself and become strong enough to get revenge on the evil aliens who conquered his planet.

· One of the other producers went to Jeremiah and told him he wanted the S1 villain to be Laika instead- an abandoned dog with an anti-human agenda. Jeremiah initially turned him down because Laika wasn’t gene altered and would have died of old age long before the events of the show, so after 2 days of back-and-forth, they settled on changing Laika to Kira so her life would fit in the timeframe of the series. Honestly one of the best examples of writing compromise and cooperation I’ve ever seen!

· Not going to lie, seeing him come to class every week with his notebook covered in cute stickers he drew himself was super-nice to see!

· In his lecture about color schemes, he accidentally gave away the twist about Kira’s heel-turn, but the writing on the show is so good anyways that I didn’t mind at all while bingeing!

· On a lighter note, the Dachshund magician character is called The Magnificent Chipolata, and was originally created by one of Jeremy’s storyboarders as a joke! He liked it so much that Chipolata became a recurring character!

· Jeremiah also confirmed the fan-theory that Ed conned his way into the position of ambassador for the Pluto, forcing the original holder of that role to be a hot dog cart worker on the M-Bark.

· The puppies episode was one of the first ones written for the show! Jeremy said it was important for season 1 to have episodes with the creative freedom of fillers while still having plot advancements.

· Sailor Moon & DragonBall parody episodes were also considered for those same reasons, but had to be cut for time.

· The show’s production was hit pretty hard by covid. Even though voice actors can hypothetically record from home, some people don’t have a good enough setup to record non-echo-y audio. Kimiko Glenn recorded all her first takes in her kitchen with a low-quality mic and it was all pretty much unusable!

· Jeremiah also talked about some future shows he was thinking about pitching! Out of courtesy, I won’t say exactly what they were, but I will mention some rough trends about what he likes!

· Pretty obvious from Dogs in Space, but he likes the contrast from putting genuinely cute wholesome characters in horrifying dark situations. (I wholeheartedly agree with this! If adult animated protags actually had nicer art styles, I would empathize with them more in dire situations)

· He also wants to make a musical series like Centaurworld or Phineas and Ferb, but is unsure of the logistics behind making one as of now.

· He thinks up character arcs first, then creates worlds and characters that match them, rather than the other way around (Which I think is a really cool and useful writing technique!)

· He’s upset with Netflix’s strategy of cancelling most shows before 3 seasons, citing Parks and Rec as an example of shows that get much better when given more than 2 seasons to grow.

· Finally, he gave us an exclusive sneak peek at the first episode of season 2! I promised not to spoil anything major, so all I will say is that I like the direction they’re taking and hope they’ll update the opening sequence to match it!

· Season 2 should hopefully drop around next spring!

#college adventures #dogs in space #jeremiah cortez #grizzlyjerr #q speaks #positivity

[r3almellow]

MLQC Boys With A Famous S/o

Here we go! Thank you anon for this request I hope its to your liking!! Apologies for typos as always!

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Kiro (YouTuber S/o)

How did you meet ?

You were a YouTuber that had over 500,000 subscribers. During a Mukbang Q&A video you received a question in regards to your celebrity crush. 

“I think the big ass poster currently behind me kind of gives it away, but my ultimate crush is Kiro. I’d give anything to meet him at least once.” You went even as far as to give him a shout out. “Hey, super star! I heard you were a big foodie and since you like to eat and I like to eat, maybe we can eat together sometime? Okay, that was dumb, please ignore this!”

Little did you know, Kiro was a huge fan of your videos and just so happened to see your request. Next thing you knew a clip of you “shooting your shot” made its way to his social media page with a caption of “Its a date ;)” right above it. You just about died when you saw his post. You were only joking around! Well...not 100% joking, but you didn’t expect him to respond! 

You spent weeks talking to each other through private messages soon after. Your messages filled with gushing over your similar interests, playful banters and light flirting. He offered to be a part of your next Mukbang stating that it was better to have two people eating themselves into a coma on camera than one. You couldn’t argue with facts and took him up on his offer! Kiro only had one condition...you let him take you out on a date afterwards.

And the rest was history. 

Dating

The cutest couple to have ever existed! 

Both of your social media pages are filled with couple photos. 

You both get to dress up in disguise whenever you go on dates! A baseball cap, sunglasses, and face masks are your usual go to’s, but depending on where you’re going you might be required to get a little creative. 

Dealing with overly excited fans and even more persistent paparazzi was a bit new for you, since your interactions with people is mostly through the internet, but you handle it pretty well.

Interviewers practically threw themselves onto every opportunity to get information about your love life. Kiro was more skilled than you about these things, so you tend to just laugh awkwardly and let him take care of it. 

Kiro appears a little more in your videos whenever he’s free which the fans are grateful for. Of course, your channel doesn’t turn into all things Kiro and you never use him for your own personal gain. 

Dating Kiro did open up some opportunities for you, like getting to experience award shows and networking with other celebrities and content creators. Again, you refused to throw Kiro’s name around just to get the things you wanted. 

You both like to bounce ideas off of each other, whether its for his music or for your latest video. Having two creative minds come together does wonders! 

You’re almost always somewhere in the background during his live streams.  

Gavin (Actress S/o)

How did you meet? 

High school. You were a part of the drama club and Gavin was...well...forced into being a part of the stagehand after being threatened with expulsion from his last brawl. 

You were the first one to welcome him. You were kind, funny, and cute. And when you were on that stage? Mesmerizing was the best way to put how Gavin saw you. You were inspiring. 

After graduation Gavin lost contact with most of his acquaintances, but he never once stopped thinking about you. Gavin wasn’t big on celebrity news, but he actually kept up with your progress once he got wind of a newcomer taking the entertainment world by storm. 

Fast forward to a few years later and he was playing bodyguard for one of the most successful actresses in the world. You. This was just an undercover job that was going to last as long as his target was still out there. 

There was definitely chemistry between you. And while Gavin wanted to act on his feelings, his work had to come first. You respected that, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to let him know you were interested. How could you not be? You had a huge crush on him back in high school and now that he was by your side practically every day those feelings came back with a vengeance! 

As soon as Gavin’s objective was complete he continues being your bodyguard stating, “Only I can keep you out of trouble.” Which you responded by kissing him.

Dating

Once word got out about you dating your “bodyguard”, it shocked many that you decided to be with someone that wasn’t a celebrity. 

Even so, Gavin doesn’t look like your average Joe. He has the body and face of man who could easily be on the cover of Vogue or Vanity Fair, but you know your man isn’t about that life. 

You’ve spent years being a private person, so when you and Gavin start dating not revealing much was easy. The public only knew what you wanted them to. 

There are a lot of at home dates filled with takeout and movie night. Just being in each others company is more than enough for you!

You work out together a lot! He’s really good about motivating you especially when you have to prepare for an upcoming movie. You honestly don’t need a personal trainer when you have Gavin. 

The paparazzi are afraid of Gavin. Like they won’t even get within six feet of you whenever he’s around. The last poor soul who got a little too close for your liking ate asphalt within seconds.

Gavin isn’t one for the limelight or the glitz and glam, which you appreciate. Its nice to be around someone that isn’t a part of the entertainment world. 

You don’t have to hide a part of yourself, in fear of judgement, whenever you were with him. You appreciated Gavin’s genuine nature. He was always truthful with you and he never gave the impression that he was only with you because of your status. 

Gavin does a great job with making you feel special. Whenever you feel like you don’t meet the standards of what the industry wants, he pulls you out of that dark hole and gives you the pep talk you need to get through the day.

You could walk around without an ounce of makeup on or trade in a Dior dress for sweatpants and a t-shirt, and Gavin still found you beautiful. 

Victor ( Famous Pianist S/o)

How did you meet? 

Victor was a fan of your work for quite some time. There was something about your raw talent that drew him to your work. He always made it a point to go to all your live shows whenever he was available, but has never met you personally. 

It wasn’t until you waltzed right into his office out of the blue. When he saw you enter his office with Goldman and two security guards tailing right behind you, he didn’t even recognize you. You looked as if you had just rolled out of bed with a messy bun, ripped jeans, t-shirt with some random cartoon character and thick rimmed glasses. His first thought as you stared him down with a frown was, “Who let this homeless person into his office?” 

When Goldman called your name as the two security guards grabbed your arms, Victor had to do a double take. The elegant and graceful woman, who commanded the stage with just pads of her fingertips, was...YOU?! 

Victor allowed you to stay, curious to know why you were here. You business with Victor was simple. You wanted funding to create music schools for low income families. You had sent countless emails to LFG with hopes to do business with them, but after being ignored the first few times and receiving a rude rejection email that morning, you were ready to take the bull by the horns. 

Surprisingly Victor found himself intrigued by you and thus started an interesting partnership. 

The more Victor got to work with you the more he became attracted to the headstrong, smart, and talented person who seemingly enjoyed ruffling his feathers every chance they got. 

You were also attracted to the blunt, detail-oriented man and it bothered you to no-end. What you saw in a man who probably would critique drawings from a toddler, you had no idea. But you appreciated his work ethic. He genuinely wanted you to succeed with this project and you couldn’t deny his heart was in the right place. 

The day the first school opened was the day Victor decided to stop tiptoeing around the mutual attraction and asked you out.

“We can celebrate your accomplishments over dinner.” 

Dating

The CEO of LFG and the child prodigy turned world famous pianist dating?!

CAN WE SAY POWER COUPLE?!

Whenever paparazzi get a picture of the two of you, you both look as if you just finished a professional photoshoot. You NEVER look bad in those photos. Never! 

And when you do professional shoots? It leaves people SHOOK. Magazines like Forbes have never had such a beautiful couple grace their covers before. Just wait until people see your wedding photos.

You always ask him to visit you during your rehearsals which he almost always declines but shows up anyway, if he’s not too busy. He’ll also bring a box of his homemade pudding because knowing you, you probably were too busy with preparations for your upcoming concert to eat. He’ll take you out to eat afterwards, but the pudding should hold you over for a bit.

Victor will never admit this to you, but your music helps him de-stress after a long day at work, so whenever he isn’t with you, your music helps him fall asleep. 

Victor also likes to watch you work. Seeing you so focused as you create your next piece was a sight to beheld. The pensive look in your eyes as you went over your music sheet, the slow nod of your head as your fingers danced across the keys as you intently listened to the melody, and the way your eyebrow twitched when you hit a key you didn’t like; all things oddly enjoyed seeing.

You’ll never catch him staring. He’ll pretend he’s working whenever you feel his eyes on you and if you try to call him out on it, he will most likely deny it. 

Lucien ( Novelist S/o)

How did you meet? 

You needed the help of someone knowledgeable with neuroscience for your next book. Someone recommended a Professor at Loveland University who specialized on the topic. That was how you met Professor Lucien. 

You two worked closely together once you started your manuscript, going over various topics under the neuroscience category. It wasn’t surprising just how intelligent the man was on the subject, but you were in awe about how much you knew.

Your meetings would often start at the university which led to you going home together once you found out he lived in the same building as you. You leveled up from the lecture hall to aquariums, movie theaters, restaurants, and his apartment where you had lunch or dinner. 

Your conversations never stayed on the topic of work. It often changed to your interests. You found that you and Lucien had a lot of similar interests like your taste in books and art. He also developed a love for teasing you. 

Seeing the look on your flustered face turned into one of his favorite pastimes.

When it came to the topic of your books, you learned Lucien has read quite a few of them and was very intrigued with your work. He asked you numerous questions, questions no one thought to ask. 

He admitted to you his favorite of yours was the first book he ever read titled, “The Boy Who Dreamed.” You jokingly offered to sign his book, but he declined with a smile.

“I’ll admit I do enjoy the book, but I’m more interested in the woman who wrote it.” 

Dating

More dates at your favorite places. 

Almost every other week, Lucien seemed to have tickets to art exhibits, festivals, or the movies. 

His teasing intensifies by a hundred! That man loves to tease you and you hate it! You love it. 

The closer you got to Lucien, the more you realized he didn’t enjoy talking about himself, so it takes a while to learn about him or his past. You never press him for information, but he does reveal things to you within time.

Lucien loves when you read to him. Its how he falls asleep and once you find out he has trouble sleeping, you always suggest what you call “story time.” 

In truth, having you by his side is more than enough to get him to sleep, but if you aren’t there hearing your voice will do the trick. You could be reading anything and he’d be fine with it. From Dr. Seuss to H.G. Wells, Lucien was fine with it as long as he got hear your voice.

You like to ask for his opinion on your latest projects. He does a great job making you think outside of the box which will make things easier or challenging during your writing sessions. 

Whenever you encounter writer’s block, Lucien will pull you away from your laptop and mountains of papers to enjoy a nice relaxing day with him. 

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[rebel-without-cause-x]

Not Like The Rest - Part 7

Angel Reyes x Alexis Ryans (OC)

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“Morning shithead” Dom’s voice appeared

“Morning dipshit” Lexi shouted from underneath the ST “you got my coffee?”

“Of course Like is forget the most important meal on the day” he laughed placing her drink on the tool box.

As he was pottering around the workbench he saw something sticking out of the pocket of Lexi’s leather jacket. Curiosity got the better of him as he pulled the sheet of paper out, his jaw dropping to the floor as he saw photos of Lexi and Angel looking extremely cosy.

“Lexi what’s this?” Dom smirked, this was the girl who turned down every guy that made a pass at her.

“What’s what?” She asked, still not moving from under the car.

“These pictures?”

“What pic-“ she said and realised what he was on about “shit”

Pushing off the car she rolled out still laying on the floor.

“So you and the biker?” He winked

“Nothing is going on between us” Lexi said harshly.

“Yeah doesn’t look that way” Dom smirked crouching down to her level “is my little racer finally letting guys into that heart of yours”

“Piss off okay” she snapped.

“Hey I’m just playing with you shithead” Dom smiled “if you like him good for you, just don’t get scared by your own feelings and I have to say you two are hella cute together”

“Can I speak to you a sec Bish?” Angel sighed

“Yeah sure” he nodded to templo

Following him, Angel closed the door behind him.

“I’m kinda not sure what to do here” Angel laughed “I’m just gonna be straight Lexi agreed to go on a date with me, she told me she had a great night but now it’s been a couple of weeks since we went out and she’s just froze me out”

“I’m not gonna day I told you so” Bishop said leaning back in his chair “but this is what she does, trust me she’s just shit scared”

“I don’t know why though, I’ve treated her with so much respect” Angel sighed pacing the room.

“She’s scared that if she gets into a relationship that the person is going to tear her away from her first love, stop her racing. You cars are her life” Bishop said.

“I wouldn’t do that though” Angel said “that’s what’s drew me to her”

“She doesn’t know that though, you’ve got to show her you care, that you really like her”

Half a lap around the track Alexis knew the turbo was fucked, there was no power and it was whistling badly. The car basically went into limp mode as she got it back into the pits.

“We got a problem” Lexi sighed “turbo has died on us and we have like 3 hours to the race”

“You just work on getting the old one out and leave it to me” Dom winked.

He was up to something, she didn’t know what but she felt like his was planned.

It had been an hour since Dom left, the old turbo was out and Lexi was worried that he wouldn’t get back in time. Placing a smoke between her lips she sighed.

Not long later the Angel appeared holding a box.

“Heard you needed a new turbo” Angel laughed passing her the box.

“Typical” she mumbled “thank you” she nodded at Angel.

“Urm do you need a hand?” He mumbled rubbing the back of his neck “I’m not needed back at the club”

“I mean if you want to?” Lexi shrugged

“Yeah I’d liked to stick around and help” he smiled softly.

“Ryans you race as shit as your old man”

“You shouldn’t have been pulled from that car”

“He’d be laughing at you”

Angel saw the look of worry in everyone’s faces.

“We need to do something” Leo panicked “her minds gonna drift to that day”

“Can I try something?” Angel asked, he still didn’t know what went down but he knew it was bad by the worry in the air.

“Go for it” Dom said, taking his headset off and passing it to Angel.

“Querida it’s me” Angel said keeping his eyes on the track “just listen to my voice”

“Okay”

“These putas don’t know anything” He said softly “you old man would be so fucking proud of you, yes he’d be laughing but he’s be laughing at them”

“Block them out Mami, you are amazing, funny, caring and drop dead gorgeous” he smiled watching as your car sped in between the others. “You old man raised one hell of a woman, so don’t let your mind drift, don’t let them get in your head, focus on the last few laps. Do what you do best and kick some ass. Do it for your old man”

A smile creeped on to Lexi’s face, as Angel kept speaking into the radio doing anything he could to stop her mind drifting and he didn’t even know what happened.

Weaving between the cars, she soon got in the lead.

“Hahah take that you muthafucken cuntbags” Lexi screamed.

“Esa es mi chica” (That’s my girl)

It was at that moment Lexi realised she didn’t need to be scared of falling for Angel, he wasn’t going to take racing or cars from her. In fact he would be standing on the sidelines hyping her up.

#angel reyes #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes oneshot #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes x oc #mayans mc #mayans imagine #mayans fanfic #mayans oneshot

[swordmaid]

creator tag meme

tagged by the local angel @giuseppearcimboldo thank you so much lizzie!

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

VERY happy i can fill this out because i’ve been so productive this year lol. also this is all gonna be jb bc ive been RELENTLESS and spamming and i would apologize but i wont lmao 

1. jb eros/psyche au.

i am talking about everything i have done for the au btw, because i’ve done quite a handful of things and honestly i really love all of them--even the doodle ones which rarely happens. anyway, i love this au in general. i think the tale is perfect for them, and i’m happy with the works that i managed to put out most esp this one that’s based on canova’s sculpture of eros and psyche. translating sculpture into digital art was interesting since it was all about converting the weight and structure of the sculpture into the screen and i think i managed to do it imo! i love how brienne looks heavy in his arms, i love how strong jaime looks holding her up and i especially love the way i shaded her dress to mimic the lines that the statue has. all in all, this au slapped and i actually want to do more of it but i have no inspiration right now. 

2. jb as classical art series. 

honestly i never thought that this was going to be a series lol i thought it was just a two time thing, but then i did another one, and then another one, and then another one and now here we are. i love all the pieces that i’ve done for it actually. my favourite thing is that they’re all not direct translations of the original art. there are some aspects that i’ve taken and adapted while also putting my own flair into it. i love the reverse colour scheme with klimt’s kiss and my own rendition of it. the gold being the accent highlight in a field of murky brown/black whereas klimt has the black squares present to emphasis the richness of the gold and yellows. i also like the little thing i did where i put the geometric shapes outside of the subject instead of inside (what he did). i put on the tags that i didnt like how it turned out but i actually like it lol i just didn’t like how long it took me i get too impatient with my art i think. anyway. i love this whole series sm i think all the pieces have their own character, and tbh i always get nervous adding another piece into this just because all the ones that i’ve done has been so well received i don’t want to be a disappointment lool. regardless, i love classical art and i love jb and i love being able to put the two together hehe we love to be self indulgent

3. la belle fleur sauvage commission. 

aka THIS commission that was based from SD’s fic, la belle fleur sauvage. some behind the scenes with that one--that one took me SO long to do, like it was taking longer than i had wanted and i felt very bad and i am forever thankful for sd’s patience 😭😭😭. i really can’t be too mad though since i was working on the third year of my degree, but i still would’ve wanted to finish it sooner than i did. but as for the art itself---i actually love it lol. i always say to zoom in on my stuff to see all the details but i WISH folks would zoom in on that because it’s so big and so intricate. i love how everything turned out; i love how rich the colours are, i love the composition for all three panels, i love how the SKY looked like actually that’s the first time i sat down and painted clouds with that technique and i am so happy and pleased with how it looked im using it for everything LOL, i love jaime’s outfit in the 2nd panel---i actually designed a whole outfit for that and he DOES have his pouches and daggers, etc. stuff that he would have with him if he was a mercenary, but because of the cropping, those details were taken out but it’s THERE. i love the colours and the shading on the 3rd panel. it looks so soft and romantic and it’s everything 😭😭. honestly i didnt know if i was able to finish whole three panels just because of how big the project seemed, but tbqh this piece really pushed me as an artist and im really happy that i had the chance to work on it (-’: 

4. early morning.

this one is a more recent piece and i was thinking post canon jaime/brienne married and either living in casterly rock or evenfall hall. originally the sheets were gonna be red with the gold brocade but i just made it green to make their location more ambiguous. they’re in a castle because of the finery, but which castle i have no idea. anyway i love their faces here in particular--jaime because it’s not often that i draw him old (this is the second time i drew old jaime i think?) and i love how he turned out here. i love how he looks like a silver fox and a dilf and we really do love that for brienne. full disclosure, i have no idea how to draw older folks since i don’t have a lot of practice in that area so im glad my lack of experience doesn’t show lmao. i also love how soft brienne looks here! the little smile on her lips is very sweet, her body language and how relax she seems is very telling abt her confidence in this scene also i think i drew her hands hella well haha. all in all i think it’s a really sweet art! and the full version is not so bad either jaime’s ass was referenced from marble sculptures so you know im aiming for Quality. but i love this headcanon of a younger brienne tiring jaime out, i’ve read a handful fics about it and im happy i can do my own version of it hehe 

5. unravel.

wow we love domesticity. someone said that if you compile all my ns*w art of them together it’s like they haven’t left their bed ever since they got together and you know what? love that for them it’s what they deserve. anyway i chose this one because of how sensual and simple it is. their body language really does all the talking ; jaime’s hand pulling on the ties on her shift, her hand on his hair, how soft and lazy their kiss looks--it’s enough to tell the story me thinks! i just love how simple this whole thing is but it’s very effective. there’s really not much to it besides what you see but that’s really enough.

i am actually very proud of myself with how productive i’ve been. it’s really not often that i get as much drive and energy to post so much art. iirc my art tag is nearly 200 content already (i think it’s 180 ish rn?) and honestly that’s a LOT if you told me ill be making more than 100+ content for jb i would’ve been like nah im too lazy for that lmao. but im really proud of myself this year! i think i pushed myself as an artist and i’ve familiarized myself more with my strengths as well as my weaknesses. i have a clear idea on the areas that i need to work on, and i’ve really gotten more comfortable with being happy with my own pieces and i’m trying not to put myself down more if something doesn’t go the way i want it to. also, i’ve had the opportunity to work with more people this year--so for the people who has commissioned me or IS commissioning me rn--- thank you so much for trusting me with your visions 😭😭 ive never expected to get this kind of reception with my art but i am very grateful for all of it. 

anyway as for the tagging i tag -- @na-bruma-leve / @dreadwulf / @dilfjaime / @fawnilu BUT i would highly recommend you to come along and snatch this tag meme up like a little raccoon because we all should start being proud of our own works imo !!

#long post / #this whole ass essay is me gushing about myself how gemini can i be

[kokiri-at-the-pack]

1014

October 14

It was raining a lot today. In fact, the weather got worse up to the point my family considered it an enormous storm. Classes were cancelled and we were asked to stay home and prepare ourselves from the effect of this natural disaster.

Earth can be strange sometimes. It is sunny at first and turns gloomy the next day. If that happens, even a person’s emotion follows its path.

I just hope all of this will pass as quickly as possible.

October 16

I could not believe my fear came true. I couldn’t write anything.

I think it was an early morning when I felt something cold and wet under my feet.

Puddle. A huge puddle. No, not just one. They were all over our house.

I don’t know what happened. My parents were there...My sister was shocked as well…

And soon they were moving their stuff…

But...but...what worried me the most…

…

My drawings.

As soon as I finished moving my belongings to a safer room, I sprinted down to the storage room like never before, ignoring my family, who told me to be far from the flooded area. I couldn’t. Those drawings were all important to me. I passed all the other boxes scattered around. I passed all the puddles that were nothing but objects at that time. Then I focused on one antique, greenish box where I kept my valuables. With quivering hands, I opened its lid cautiously, praying and praying nothing would happen.

And… I was wrong.

My drawings were no longer sheets of paper, but ruins soaked by rain water. I could barely touch them nor hold and feel their firmness. Inks and details with which I gave life upon chosen peoples’ new futures were not visible anymore.

No word ever came out of my lips. My body could only tremble in fear, and no space was given for me to realize that I had to go out of my house and ask for help.

Not until my sister followed me and dragged me back outside, without any idea why I was acting like a sitting duck.

October 18

While my parents were working on cleaning and restoring our home with my relatives, my sister and I had to reside in my aunt’s house for a while. Thankfully, she was kind enough to welcome us despite the possibility that our presence could have been sudden for her. There wasn’t much conflict nor awkwardness between us.

However, that was not really why I could not reduce my stress.

It was an early morning, when the sky was releasing final drops of its tears after its bawl a few days ago. My aunt set the news channel to examine if the storm affected other areas as well. What the reporter stated inside the screen was something no one in the household expected.

He was reporting a sudden unconsciousness of the Pattern Creator whom I drew to make her popular. For no reason, she collapsed two days ago, and even though she is slowly regaining herself, she is in a severe condition of memory loss as well as a sign of identity disorientation.

That did not sound good at all. I ceased eating my breakfast and grabbed the newspaper on the corner of the table. I looked through all the headlines, and as if my small hope was put in vain, a large headline on simultaneous faintings of named figures was featured. All of them were people I drew on ruined illustrations, including Jenna, the current pet shop owner. Their symptoms were the same as those of the Pattern Creator. No explanation for the unanticipated coma. Loss of some parts of their memories. Confused of who they really are.

These cannot be a coincidence. Could all these incidents be the effect of damaging my drawings to which my ability was applied…?

...What about Steven?

It was a good thing I got his landline number in exchange for mine. I pressed numbers and listened to the ringing of the phone with my ear near it. After a few seconds, somebody received the call, but the voice was definitely not Steven’s but his mother’s.

“Hello?” I asked carefully.

“Hi...Are you...Steven’s friend?” she answered gently.

“Y-yes, ma’am. May I talk to him?”

“...I’m so sorry...but...but I’m afraid Steven cannot hang out with you today…”

Even beyond the phone, I could feel the woman’s voice shaking. She was definitely not fine and was worried about something. I gulped and kindly asked her the reason.

The reply was the very thing I did not want to hear at all.

“He...he suddenly fell down...did not wake up...I...I had to bring him to the hospital...I have to catch up right now...Oh, Lord, why? He has always been a healthy boy! Why does this...have to happen?!”

October 19

With growing anxiety, I arrived at the hospital after getting permission from Steven’s mother to visit him. On my way, I was able to encounter some of his friends, who were looking for his room for the same reason. At last, we spotted his full name beside the door and entered slowly.

There was no trace of emotion from the friendly and generous guy I have known. At that time, he fortunately regained his consciousness, but he was sitting still on a bed like a mannequin, staring at the distance. His eyes looked empty, and they did not move an inch even as we walked towards him and quietly greeted his family. No one, including the doctors, did not know why such a tragedy occurred to Steven.

No one...except me.

Soon, his mother gently called him and asked if he could remember his friends--or at least say their names. I could see nervousness in his friends’ faces. Of course, seeing their best buddy powerless like that would shock any of them who was so close to him.

Steven observed us for some time and closed his eyes tightly. It was as if he was trying his best to recall who they were. He then opened his eyes which started to gleam a bit brighter. With a shaky and barely audible voice, he murmured the names and turned his head to each of their owners at the same time.

“Audrey ... Sam … Jesse…”

I could hear a few sighs of relief when he displayed what was left of his memories. He could identify his family and friends at least. His symptoms may not be that serious.

However, when he looked at me, he instead asked one of the most heartbreaking questions I have heard…

“Who...are you?”

#oc #lightonme #diary #original story #visualizer

[eirian-houpe]

Darkness Falls On Hyperion Heights - Chapter 1

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings<br />Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin|Detective Weaver, Wishverse Captain Hook | Detective Rogers

Additional Tags: Angst, Supernatural Elements, Hyperion Heights (Once Upon a Time), UST, Smut

Summary: When Librarian and Scholar Belle French arrives in Hyperion Heights in search of an artifact stolen from the British Museum and to enlist the help of Detective Weaver in that search, events in the Heights go from mildly intruiging to dangerously terrifying. Can Belle and Detective Weaver find the truth before time runs out?

Chapter 1 - The Coming of the Storm

Thunder rolled overhead and Detective Weaver turned up the collar of his jacket against the rain. They were huge, fat, tepid globules that fell from a slate gray sky that was fast becoming almost black, and not yet the sheet of water that was promised in the weather forecast. Weaver knew that - as they would have said in his native Glasgow - it was in the post.

He took a long, lasting look along the street opposite to Roni’s Bar. Daytime drinking for the next few days, if he wanted to be social, which was rare. He was on the late shift, six till two, not that he ever really stopped working. One thing about Weaver above all else, he was always on the go - always watching.

With a sigh he turned and hurried into the forty-second precinct building, where he almost immediately bumped into his partner. Rogers appeared to have been waiting for him, pacing the foyer for some time, judging by the look of relief that came over the desk sergeant’s face, and the way Rogers’ shoulders slumped as he sighed when he set eyes on Weaver.

“You do know what time it is, right?” Rogers said by way of greeting.

Weaver glanced at the clock. “Had to call in and see a guy before coming in,” he said absently

“One of your CIs?” Rogers asked.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but… yes.”

“Of course it’s my business. I’m your bloody partner!”

“Then start behaving like one instead of my mother.” Weaver retorted. The day was not getting off to a good start.

“There’s someone waiting for you, in our office,” Rogers said.

“So you’re out here,” he emphasized his words with cutting motions of his hands, “instead of in there talking to them… why?”

“Because she didn’t want to talk to me. She was polite enough about it, but made it pretty obvious that she would only talk to you.” Rogers answered. “Said she came straight from the airport, and judging from the number of suitcases we had to stow in the interview room, plans on staying quite a while.”

Weaver sighed, and shaking his head said, “All right. I’ll see what she wants,” he began to head toward his office, then shot back over his shoulder, “Mean time, Rogers, how about some coffee? It’s fuckin’ miserable out there.”

He ignored Rogers’ huff and headed into his office, snatching up a file from the basket on the door and flipping it open as he went through the doorway without raising his eyes from the paperwork.

“Detective Weaver?”

It was the accent that struck him first, and drew his eyes up from the file. Then, the breath went out of him in a rush. He couldn’t have said what he expected, but she wasn’t it. She was dressed in a golden yellow, floral patterned dress, which fit the curves of her body perfectly, and flared at the waist - he noted as she stood up to offer him a handshake - to fall loosely about her thighs to just above her knees. The dress was sleeveless, and probably afforded little protection from the chill that had settled in with the storm.

Remembering himself a moment later, he flipped the file closed and took her hand in his to accept the handshake. He hadn’t been wrong about the dress.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “It seems as though my partner neglected to tell me your name, Miss?”

“French,” she answered, not taking her chilled hand from the warmth of his. “Belle French.”

“Well, Miss French, please don’t keep standing on my account.” He dropped the file into the tray on his desk, and turned toward the door. “I can get you some cof—.”

“Actually, I’d prefer tea,” she interrupted adding somewhat bashfully as he turned back to look at her, “if you have it.”

“O’ course,” he said, and sticking his head around the office door he fixed the nearest uniform with a baleful stare and ordered. “You, find Rogers’ and get him to bring a tea along with my coffee.” He was about to head back into the office when a thought occurred to him, and he added, “And tell him from me, none of that shite he fob the suspects off with either. Something halfway decent. Go over to Roni’s if he has to.”

The startled young officer nodded, with a half terrified expression on his face, and scurried away to do as he was told, even before Weaver ducked back inside the office.

“You certainly have a way with words, Detective,” Miss French said as he returned to his desk.

“So I’m told,” he answered, settling himself into his chair, leaning back slightly to once more take in the small brunette in front of him, unable to ignore her obvious beauty, and seemingly having a hard time not to be affected by it as well. He cleared his throat after a while and asked, “So, what brings you to Hyperion Heights?”

He watched as Miss French picked up a leather satchel he hadn’t noticed, set it on her lap, and rummaged around in it for a moment. Then, she handed him a photograph.

He looked down at its glossy surface, taking in what looked like a large black arrowhead, laid on a piece of cloth next to a measuring tape. Its length from tip to the chipped butt end was five inches long. The surface of it seemed to shimmer, to ripple in a way that made him feel deeply uncomfortable for no reason he could put his finger on. Still, he wasn’t sure why what was obviously an archaeological artifact, had anything to do with him.  

“Very nice, Miss French,” he said, handing back the photograph, glad to be rid of it, and forced himself to resist the urge to wipe his hand on his jeans. “But I don’t see what this has to do with the Hyperion Heights Police Department.”

“It’s not, Detective Weaver,” she said by way of an answer. “It’s not very nice at all. Most people that have been in its presence are profoundly disturbed by it… and it’s been stolen.”

“Stolen,” Weaver echoed at just the moment that the junior officer brought in a tray with two steaming mugs, a little jug of milk and a small bowl of sugar with a spoon stuck into it. He nodded to the young officer, and then gestured to the tray of beverages set down on the table. “Help yourself,” he said to Miss French. Then waited while she poured a drop of Milk into her tea. Only once they both had their drinks, and she had wrapped her hands around the mug in a way he found strangely endearing, did he prompted her to go on.

“Yes,” she said, confirming the object in question had been stolen. “From the British Museum. I work there.”

“Then surely the police department you should be informing of the theft is the London Metropolitan,” he suggested, “Not a force half way across the world.”  He stopped as she shook her head.

“They weren’t interested,” she said.

“So, what, you thought you’d go chasing after it by yourself?” he found he was holding his breath.

“Detective Weaver,” she began, and he thought she sounded as though she was being overly patient with him. “The missing item is priceless. An ancient artifact of enormous archaeological and anthropological significance, and despite its… reputation,” he cocked an eyebrow at that but she continued unperturbed, “I could not let the theft go without investigation.” She pulled a journal of some sort out of the same satchel as before, that she still cradled on her lap, and set it on top of his desk beside the photograph. It was obviously well used, many of the pages had been turned time and time again, and in places cuttings almost spilled from the book where their folding had become less than perfect. “So yes,” she went on, and sounded irritated, “I went ‘chasing after it,’ as you so eloquently put it. I have spent months and months investigating numerous dead ends and some more promising leads that have left me with more questions than answers.”

“So why here?” he asked. “Why me?”

“Because those investigations led me to this little neighborhood of yours,” she said. “And you, sir, like the artifact in question, have a rather large… reputation, which most certainly precedes you.”

**

It had taken perhaps another thirty or forty minutes to persuade Detective Weaver to agree to look into the case and to provide her with whatever help, whatever leads he uncovered, but Belle wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t going to hold her breath.

He talked a good talk, but something within her knew that he had no intention of walking the walk to go along with it.

Belle rubbed her eyes with a sigh, and looked around at the hotel room she was in. It was basic at best, but at least it was clean. She could have looked further afield for a better hotel, closer in to Seattle’s city center for example, but she didn’t want to be so far from where the trail had led her, and so had settled for the only hotel that was available in Hyperion Heights itself.

She sat down on the side of the bed, and then, as she was wont to do lay back and curled up on her side and pulled out the notebook from the satchel that she had set beside the bed, along with a pen. She opened the journal to the next blank page - and noted that she would soon need to purchase a new journal - and began to chronicle her meeting with Detective Weaver; her impressions of him, and the next steps she might have to take in search of the stolen head of the Spear of Camlann.

It had been a complete accident of fate that had brought her to Hyperion Heights. For almost six months, no matter what avenue of investigation she pursued, the trail had gone cold and she began to think she would never be able to find the missing artifact. Then, while cataloging the Dark Ages exhibits and texts, she came upon a truly obscure version of the Arthuriad of which, in all her years as a scholar and archaeologist, she had never previously been aware.

To be certain that she hadn’t taken herself off on a fool’s errand, she peered again at the badly reproduced photograph that showed the text. It was written in the English of the Dark Ages, and the hand that had set down the account was spidery at best, and in places took many moments to read the intended words, even though she had already written a rudimentary translation in the later pages of her journal.

Swá fæder ond dóc dyde beadu æt gefilde Camlann, se táhspura Caliburn áhniend clēafan wiðinnan bodiġ Mordredh, swá héafod ahyfend gardena wiðinnan Brytenwealda…

Belle stopped squinting at the photograph, setting it down as she sat up and reached for the note book in which she kept all of her findings and flipped to the page on which she had written her translation, and beneath, her more detailed thoughts on what she had read.

Anyone that knew the Legend of King Arthur, in any one of its many forms and re-tellings knew of the rivalry that grew between father and son even after they were partially reconciled against Morded’s mother - Arthur’s sister, or half-sister in some versions - knew that both the King and the pretender had been mortally wounded on the field of Camlann. Before she had discovered this text, however, Belle - and she suspected few others - had known of the damage wrought to each of the weapons involved in the final battle, nor that the tip of each had lodged with the bodies of the two men. Nor did many know that each had been removed and preserved. Belle had known nothing if it until she had unearthed the fragile pages in the archive of the British Museum, apparently as forgotten as the artifact itself.

She flipped the page of the book to the next page, on which she had reproduced and translated the words on the page which spoke of the anguish of the author as he documented his dismay at having to bind the woman he had loved to the blade he had made of the broken portion of the sword of legend…

“In order to contain the darkness wrought inside of her,” she murmured, reading aloud the words she had written, letting her thoughts go as she did. “Never shall I forgive myself for my lack of foresight which allowed this - which I allowed. I can only hope that my intervention is in time, and that the balance of its power, in the tip of the Spear is enough.”

It was far fetched at best. She was not a superstitious person, and certainly had cause enough throughout her life to abandon childish games, belief in Santa Claus, fairies, and the existence of magic, for good or evil at an early age. However, something about this account, and about the chain of access that showed who had viewed this document, when and where, had somehow made a believer out of her. Investigating living persons was, after all, a far easier undertaking than piecing together the events of something over 1500 years ago.

Turning the page once more, she stared at the drawing she had made - a copy from the pages she had studied - of a dagger with a wave edged blade, highly decorative along its length, beside and around the etching of a name, which as she looked, she could have sworn the letters swam, wavered and changed.

#rumbelle #woven beauty #angst #supernatural elements #hyperion heights #UST #eventual smut #Darkness Falls on Hyperion Heights