April 16th 2023 vs April 16th 2024
A redraw of my first ever hockey bros drawing from a year ago!!
It is also the one year anniversary of my tumblr blog :) totaled-drama has been around for one whole year!!!!!
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yes yes i know the general stakes of the world are too heavy for it to be a reality but I simply think Vi and Jayce should have a very antagonistic relationship, but in like, a fun-bickering sort of way. where they’re just sort of reluctantly forced to care about each other. their entire energy boils down to “if it were up to me i’d leave your sorry ass behind, but then Caitlyn would be mad at me, so-” and it could just be either of them saying it at any given time
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The dichotomy between what's popular according to booktok (from what I've see) from the most blandest books imaginable to the most taboo erotica you can think of is kinda wild.
I think that what gets me with taboo books recommended by BookTok is that they're usually very poorly written. And if the writing is poor, you're not really getting the full "shock" value.
Like, when you read Sierra Simone's Thornchapel series, the scenes read as really intense because Sierra is an excellent writer. In contrast, a book like Hooked (that one dark romance~ modern Captain Hook book, a concept I was very open to and wanted to like, for the record) is very badly written. There's taboo content and a horrible hero, but like... It just reads juvenile.
I'm about 65% through A Kiss at Midnight by Anne Stuart, a historical romance that is QUITE dark, but the writing is frankly fabulous. Because Stuart can write, the darkness (which is not like, the corny "oh he's so bad he's in a motorcycle gang" torture sequence stuff--it's TRULY intense and pretty accurate for the era) is balanced out by emotional progression and honestly? A very dry, at times dark humor. If a lesser writer handled this plotline, it would just seem like shock factor after shock factor layered on just to get people talking. Very 2edgy4me.
And I'm gonna be really real here. Some fanfic authors are made to transition to actual published books. I think Ali Hazelwood writes a really solid contemporary romance. I really enjoyed You, Again by Kate Goldbeck, and that's based on a fic I actually read. The Hurricane Wars works as a book. (And mind you, let's not take away from the work the editors and authors did to rework fics into actual books here.)
Some fic authors are meant to stay fic authors and to excel at that. I personally think that one of the reasons why we have so many blaaand romance novels right now is that a) some of them are written by less-equipped fic authors trying to write real books and b) some of the authors have read less actual books than they have fics.
There are some tensely plotted, exciting fics out there. But personally? I think the standout nature of those fics--fics like Manacled, which... I think.... is not.... for me. However, bland it is not lol--makes people think that is the NORM for fic, when it's not. The norm for fic, and what I think a lot of more casual fic consumers and people who read more fic than they do books (compared to a lot of romance readers who turn to fic to supplement their reading habits) is very plotless slice of life stuff.
And that's not meant to be derogatory. It works, especially when you're writing about characters a lot of people know and love and are PROGRAMMED to know and love. Even if it's AU and they're basically other people, if you're writing a modern, sedate romcom about Katniss and Peeta and she mentions going to archery classes and Peeta being a baker, people are like aawwwww and they enjoy the nicely written scenes that are just people being people.
That.... ultimately creates a bland story when you're writing a book about original characters nobody has a preexisting investment in.
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realized i'd finished this ages ago, put it as my sidebar for my blog and then never actually posted this drawing. which is a shame i was pretty proud of it at the time! anyway posting it basically so it's in the archives.
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💌siyoh please. :pleading:
It was a labor of love which left no room for rest, especially not for the weary. The moon illuminated carefully crafted pine countertops which were littered with the various tools of her trade, one which had been clutched in her deceptively soft hand. A hand softer than any Culinarian’s hand should be. Softer than any woman as hard working as Siyoh Mari had any right to be. Though when held and examined closely, one would begin to notice the battle scars of her trade. Various old nicks and small burn lines told the tale of her learning experiences across tender taupe colored flesh dotted with small constellations of her beauty marks.
Her silky gainsboro colored hair had been drawn upwards into a neat bun and pinned with tangerine ornamented kanzashi, leaving her loose hanging bangs to cascade like a moonlit waterfall around her beguiling facial charms. A simple tatsuki sash had expertly secured the sleeves of her kimono back from impeding any of her expertise. The project? Older than its wielder and crafted by the ancestors of her life-long friend, a treasured Sujihiki knife was used to slice through pork belly like butter. Mari had been separating the belly into thick long cuts which she would then roll into an almost circular tube-shaped loaf. It was wound tightly together, leaving no air in the center, by a coarse culinary twine both Siyoh and Azuma had spent a day together spinning in the late warmth of the last Spring.
The memory brought a warm smile to the Keeper’s painted red lips as the recollection was quite vivid. As if she could still feel the afternoon sun warm and coloring her easily burnt moon kissed flesh. She had sought sanctuary beneath the tangerine trees that day. Though Siyoh worked in a kitchen full of savory aromas, the silvery siren could still smell the delicate fragrance of freshly blooming citrus blossoms which hung in the sweet air of that late season day. Though the perfume she had infused with them later likely aided in the vibrance of her memory. She had adorned herself with it daily ever since.
Azuma’s playful giggles echoed in her mind as she reflected on the gossip they’d shared that day. Though she couldn’t remember the topic, Siyoh never forgot the warmth of her life-long friend’s laugh. It was a comfort to her. One of her greatest comforts. To hear the happiness of both Azuma and Kokoya allowed a momentary respite for Siyoh’s soul. Their happiness tempered her anxious mind. Briefly the woman wondered if she would be so hardworking if the pair had not been such a pivotal part of her life. But they, like Rex, were some of the last living strings left tethered to her deceased family and aching history.
The monochrome miqo’te’s focus was drawn back to the meal at hand as she seared the Chashu expertly for extra flavor before submerging the crisped pork into a bath of seasoning. Zesty ginger, spicy scallions, ripe apples, sake, soy sauce, brown sugar, and fresh well water would create the long soak needed to bring out the meat’s true potential hours later. As it had been snowing lightly in Doma for days now, Siyoh would be sure to inspire cold hungry bellies with the warmth of her hard work and passion in the form of a delicious 200-hour Ramen.
No one would ever go hungry beneath her roof. They were free of the occupation now. She would make sure no belly would ever go hungry again if she could.
♥ Thank you for the ask, @agenttrick! ♥
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