#<- it's sketch and non-detailed blood but still

[justarandomlambblog]

"The days of crusades are over" might wanna re-check that, Lamb.

(referencing this post)

He might not be a fighter in this life, but he definitely has the soul of a fighter.

Or: Five once-gods are reborn in mortal bodies but still have divine souls and some heretics and wannabe-gods might wanna capitalize on that... and the once-Bishops are not the warriors they once were. But that doesn't mean they can't be again :)

Also seeing Narinder without his head covering, yes he has a sun and moon piercing. Wonder why he felt compelled to get those <3

(where did Narinder get a scythe? Where did he get one he could actually carry? Hmm )

#cult of the lamb #justa arts #narinder #the lamb cotl #aym cotl #baal cotl #reincarnated au #<- it needs a naaameee #was this an excuse to draw priest!Narinder bloodied and bruised with his robes ripped up? Maybe #not pictured here but I'm too tired to draw rn: Kallamar rushing over just in time to catch him as he passes tf out #also see: Narinder finding himself in chains in his new life but instead of putting him there the Bishops are the ones who break them off #forgive the perspective/bg being severely off I am tired. had my math final today so brain tired #I like to think Narinder and the Bishops retain their divinity to some degree. Namely in the soul #I can't imagine being a god for thousands of years wouldn't have left its mark #so anyway you wanna overthrow the current sole god of the world? kidnap the old gods and... what then? well #find a way to tap into that divinity :) #sketch #cw blood #<- it's sketch and non-detailed blood but still #.... I am. weirdly happy with how his scythe came out

[meatcute]

sketch commissions to help luna are open!

my boyfriend's post lost traction, so im making a new one! luna still needs $865 to reach their goal. to help, i have opened up sketch commissions in this simple art style!

luna is a blasian transgender disabled person who cannot work and currently has no income. their car is at risk of repossession, is in great need of repairs, and they cannot afford gasoline to get groceries or make "non-essential trips." they are in the negatives.

i dont get paid for another week, so to help out im opening this up until luna meets their $1000 goal! if you want quick, cute, cheap art of your character AND to help someone very important to me, please give this post some consideration or at least a reblog!!

all you need to do is use this form and in the textbox, mention it's for luna! when i reach out i will ask for proof of donation (except for p/ayp/al transactions), and i ask that this is an upfront payment. links to donate are below!!

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#screaming nightmare era

[braxiatel]

You know that “if it were a drawing I would call it a doodle or a sketch” incomplete fic I posted a while back?

Well here’s another from a few months ago.

Mumscarian (shocking, I know) hunger games au except instead of being told from the POV of someone in the hunger games it’s told by someone they left behind.

Content warnings are all similar in style and detail to the hunger games books, anx include injury (with specific mention of broken bones, spinal injuries, eye injuries, burns), references to genocide, displacement, and loss of a parental figure. Child- and animal endangerment, dissociation, non consensual body modifications, and possibly more that I cannot recall at this moment. Proceed with caution.

———

Cats have healing powers.

Scar was the one who told him that, on a cold winter’s day in front of the fire. Had it really only been months? It felt so much longer…

Something about their purring, Scar had said. He had been more specific than that, but Mumbo’s head was somewhat hazy at the moment.

But the purring healed you, Mumbo could remember as much.

Still, he was pretty sure Jellie alone wasn’t going to get him out of this one, not for lack of trying.

It was her fault he was here anyway.

… No, that wasn’t true. He would have said as much to himself if not for the fact that even moving his lips to take in gasping breaths was agony.

They had been warned before the bombs started to drop. There has been time to run, Pearl’s hand in his so they did not lose each other in the crowd.

Until he saw a woman carrying a goat in her arms and remembered-

“I have to go back,” he panted through strained breaths - he was nowhere near as fit as Pearl, who had been washing the coal-smeared clothes of half the Seam since age eleven to make ends meet.

“What?!” Pearl asked, continuing to pull him towards the hovercraft that was waiting on the green. “Mumbo if we stay we’re going to die. Whatever you forgot it isn’t more important than your life, if can be replaced, I promise. Just-”

“Jellie,” he interrupted her. “We forgot Jellie.”

Pearl’s grip slackened. The crowd kept moving around them, indistinct bodies pushing them forward and together.

“It will break Scar if he comes home and finds out she’s gone. I’ll just… two minutes, okay? I’ll be two minutes. I’ll go to his house and if she isn’t home I’m leaving without her. I just have to try.”

Pearl had looked as though she wanted to argue. She was practical though, in the same way Grian was, in the same way every child that grew up in the Seam was

“No sense in wasting time then. Go. Two minutes, Mumbo, and no more.”

Jellie continued to purr in his arms, unaware of the danger they were still in.

Suppose he had fancied himself a romantic, running back into a doomed town to save his sort-of-boyfriend’s cat.

Grian would laugh and call him an idiot… or he would have once. Grian didn’t do a great deal of laughing these days.

Mumbo could taste blood on his tongue. He wondered if any of the animals that lived in the forests beyond District 12 could smell it, if at any moment a mountain lion might finish him off, defenceless as he was.

He wondered if any of the animals were even still alive.

There had been blood on his tongue the day it started too.

His father - his adopted father that was - always chided him for the habit of biting on his cheek when he was nervous. But not today. Xisuma may have been smiling under his breather, but the Mayor of 12 was anything but calm. Wishing that another boy - any other than Mumbo - would be the one whose name was drawn today, did not sit well with Mayor Xisuma, who had been appointed to keep the citizens of 12 in line and dedicated himself to keeping them safe instead.

Today Mumbo bit his cheek, lined up with every other boy age twelve to eighteen in the district.

Well, almost. Scar had offered him a wink from the line of girls, standing out like a sore thumb in his trousers and the white shirt that had long ago been tainted a greyish brown by wear.

Although Scar was only a little more than a year older than Mumbo, he had been towards the back with the other seventeen-year-olds, while Mumbo was perfectly in the middle, still two weeks shy of sixteen.

“You look as if you’re about to implode from sheer stress,” a familiar voice has said from behind him.

Mumbo couldn’t remember what he had replied anymore, but he did recall how the hints of blonde in Grian’s hair had stood out in the sun that day. Pearl, he knew, always insisted on both of them having a proper bath before the reaping.

They would have shared the same banter they always did. Grian would tease him for being nervous when his name was barely in the draw at all, and Mumbo would mentally assure himself that Grian was right, he was safe.

That had been the day he learned what he should actually have been fearing all along.

The world had stopped turning when Scar’s given name was called out.

It had taken a moment before anyone had recognised it, it had been years since he used it last after all.

“I prefer Scar, actually,” he had corrected, stepping out of the lineup with a smile on his face.

Scar’s nose wrinkled when he smiled and meant it. Mumbo had admired it a thousand times in breaks between lessons and walking home through the Merchant’s section of the district, had tasted it on his lips far too few times for Scar to go off to his death now.

Grian’s hand was a steadying presence on Mumbo’s back for only a moment before the next name was called.

“Grian Xelqua.”

This time the world had stopped spinning altogether. In Mumbo’s memory it did anyway.

His next real memory was sitting opposite Grian, in a room adjacent to his father’s office, babbling about making sure Pearl wouldn’t be left alone through sobs.

He had felt so awful about those tears. There he was, crying about the prospect of losing Grian and Scar, when his best friend and his boyfriend were both about to leave to die horribly in the Hunger Games.

He had only been given a moment with Grian before Pearl arrived. Even thinking about the look on her face as she went to tell her twin goodbye still chilled Mumbo to the bone.

Next, he had guided to see Scar, the seat still warm from Cub having sat there only moments ago.

Most people would have put Cub’s quick departure down to the fact that he and Scar were cousins so many times removed they were only barely more related than anyone else in the Merchant’s section.

Mumbo knew the truth to be something else entirely. Cub was a man of few words and a practical one at that. In the coming weeks, many would look sideways at his apothecary as it continued to be open even as Scar fought for his life in the games. Mumbo understood, though, and so did Scar.

“I love you,” it had been the first time either of them had said it, their romance still new. Now Scar spoke the words carefully, stroking Mumbo’s tear-stained cheek before he continued to add: “But when I leave this building I am going to have to forget that, and I want you to do the same. I love you, Mumbo, and that’s why I’m going to make sure you don’t lose both of us.”

At the time he hadn’t thought he would ever know greater pain than having to hide his feelings away, watching Scar use his golden tongue to charm the masses of the Capitol, convincing them of his undying devotion towards Grian, never once mentioning Mumbo in all of his interviews.

He was certainly in more pain now... Mumbo had always been a bit of a spoon, though, so it was no wonder he was wrong about that too.

Jellie crooned in his arms and Mumbo forced his right eye open - the left remaining stuck shut just as it had since the fire had licked across his skin.

Jellie’s fur may be a little singed, but Mumbo’s blood had put any fires that had touched her out. He almost wanted to laugh at that, but his lungs were stinging from the smoke and the ash in the air and it was all he could do not to choke on it.

Above the chasm he was lying in the wind blew harshly, stoking the fires consuming the forest around him.

It was definitely ironic that he should die this way. For months now he had had nightmares of flames, ever since that fateful day when the 74th Hunger Games had ended.

Grian had all but dragged Scar through the forests, Scar’s left leg trailing after him like deadweight and his right barely able to support him, fire chasing them ever forward.

Mumbo had been sick three times that day. When the fire started, again when a dagger was wedged into Grian’s right eye, and finally when the game makers had announced that Grian and Scar could not win together after all.

He had missed the part where they took each other’s hands and walked to the edge of a cliff, ready to throw themselves off together instead of either of them winning alone.

The fire crackled above the chasm again.

“Go,” he hissed through uneasy breaths, nudging Jellie with his shoulders. “Please.”

Scar would be devastated if she were to die this way, and he had only just started smiling again…

Hollow. That was the only word Mumbo had known that might describe Grian and Scar when they returned from the games. Facades, stitched together and polished by the best the Capitol had to offer, the very picture of Capitol beauty with none of what mattered left.

Scar had smiled and joked that hey, at least they had taken the tits while they were rearranging his skin to cover the fact that his leg had been mangled beyond recognition by a trap once meant to hold a fully grown bear. Mumbo had laughed. It hadn’t been funny in the least.

And while the things Scar said rarely failed to make Mumbo feel sick to his stomach, it was Grian’s silence that disturbed him.

That had come to a head one evening when Grian had torn the prosthetic eye from its socket, hurtling it so hard against the marble walls of his house in the victor’s village that the plastic had cracked. A new had arrived within the week.

Mumbo coughed and hacked, pain wracking his body as the smoke clawed on the inside of his throat and his lungs.

Stupid, stupid Mumbo. He had known the chasm was here, he had seen it on his adoptive father’s maps of the district enough time that he should have known to run the other way.

Granted, it had been more than half a year since he had last stepped foot in the mayoral office, when his father had disappeared overnight and his uncle had been put in charge of District 12 in his stead.

Xisuma’s brother had never been fond of either of them, and he paid little mind when Mumbo simply moved into one of the many spare bedrooms in Grian’s house in the Victor’s Village after they returned from their victory tour of Panem.

Officially he had become Cub’s apprentice, the district still needing medicine even though their one apothecary was now living with his cousin-nth-removed in luxury.

Unofficially he and Scar had finally talked again, combing out the tangled knots of their relationship and what it could even be now that Grian and Scar were only alive because of their status as the star-crossed lovers in the eyes of the citizens of the Capitol.

Mumbo loved Scar enough that he did not mind only holding Scar’s hand in private, did not mind how Scar looked at Grian in public view and in quiet moments at home when he thought no one would notice, did not begrudge Scar a single bit of the patience and space he needed before he was ready for Mumbo to kiss him again.

Scar, in turn, had not minded how Grian latched himself to Mumbo, how Mumbo and Grian would share a bed when nightmares kept them awake, and how Mumbo could not help but blush whenever Scar spoke of Grian.

In another world, they might have spent years dancing around the issue before they developed the emotional maturity to recognise that there was love enough between them for all three of them to share.

In this world, however, they were not afforded the luxury of time. It had felt as though Mumbo had only just gotten his two favourite people back, only for it to be announced that in a few months time, he would have to see at least one of them leave again, off to compete in the 75th Hunger Games as the only two living tributes in District 12 apart from Impulse, whose experience as a mentor was the only thing standing between Mumbo and the very real possibility that both of the boys - the men - he loved would return to him in a coffin.

Mumbo sobbed at the thought, then sobbed again when he continued to shake, muscles tensing and untensing around broken bones and ruptured organs as the morning sun rose to greet him, crimson red through the not-so-distant fires consuming his home.

Surely Grian and Scar were dead by now. The games… Mumbo was not politically savvy the way his two partners were, but he knew well enough that they had been supposed to die in the arena.

“Go,” he begged Jellie again, the burns on his face stinging as salty tears ate away at them.

Scar wouldn’t want her dead. Scar wouldn’t want anything, because he was no doubt dead in a box somewhere far, far away in the Capitol, but he wouldn’t have wanted her dead had he been alive.

The fires were close now, the air so thick even Mumbo’s desperate attempts for air seemed to yield none.

No one would miss him.

It hit him just then.

He was going to die, a broken body left to rot or burn in a chasm by a broken District. Grian and Scar would die too, his father had been dead for months. No one would even know that he was gone, just one name on a dizzyingly long list.

Silly, silly Mumbo, running back into a town doomed to burn to save a dead man from a broken heart. Pearl had been right, he shouldn’t have gone back.

Oh, Pearl! She would know he was gone. How had he managed to forget her? He felt he ought to know but his mind was providing nothign but static.

Another pang of guilt. He had promised Grian she wouldn’t be alone once, and now she would, all because he had been too sentimental. Because he had been too slow, clinging tight to Jellie as he watched the hovercrafts take off. Because he had taken a wrong turn, getting himself thrown into this stupid chasm by one of the countless bombs that had devastated the only home he had ever known.

“Go away,” he hissed at Jellie while he still had air left in his lungs to do so. “Shoo.”

Jelliw finally rose from her position at his side, earning herself a wet sob when her fur rubbed against one of Mumbo’s burns.

She yowled back at him, a familiar tone of complaint that most often harbingered-

Mumbo cringed when the first drop of rain hit his ruined skin, but instantly felt a wave of relief as water cooled his burns.

Soon the air was clearing too, his breaths less ragged but just as wet as it travelled through his ruined chest.

His one good eye fixed on Jellie as she sought shelter under an outcropping of rocks, looking expectantly at him, unaware that he couldn’t move to join her.

For now he was enjoying the relief of the rain anyway. His burns cooling, fat drops of rain slipping between his cracked lips to wet his tongue. He was certain he was far too calm when he congratulated himself on the fact he would likely bleed out rather than die of thirst.

Above him the fires hissed and sputtered, and for the first time since the alarms had sounded, he allowed himself to disengage from the situation.

His mind floated to the town he had grown up in. Would any of the Merchant’s Sector still be standing? He very much doubted it, given how long the bombs had continued to shake him to his bones and make his teeth clatter even after his tumble to the bottom of the chasm.

If any parts of the Seam were still standing it would only be because it covered a far larger part of the town than the Merchant’s Sector ever did, most of the houses barely able to withstand normal wind and weather.

Mumbo had called the Victor’s Village home for the past several months, but he found himself hoping it had been destroyed as well. There was nothing left for him there, even if he had held any hope of surviving.

Mumbo opened his eye with a start realisation: he very much did not want to die.

Silly thing to forget, really, but as had been established Mumbo could be rather silly.

He must have been drifting in and out of consciousness, because by now the crackle of the fire had grown distant, leaving a deadly quiet in its wake. The rain had stopped, and the clouds cleared enough to allow him to see the last rays of the setting sun painting the sky bruise purple.

He heaved in fresh air, his whole being shivering and shaking with the cold rain soaking his broken body.

His eye drifted to the side, to where Jellie was lying on her paws, watching him intently. She had a cut on her ear he had not seen through the haze of the smoke, but seemed otherwise unharmed.

Here were his choices:

He could stay where he was, dying of exposure or to his wounds.

Or he could try to move, and at least die somewhere slightly more dry and comfortable.

The choice would have been easy to Grian and Scar, he thought. Grian would have clawed his way out of the chasm by now, and not even death could have stopped Scar from holding Jellie in his arms.

To Mumbo it was far from simple.

See, Mumbo didn’t want to die, but he very much didn’t want to be in pain either and he had a feeling moving would hurt a great deal.

His mind was hazy, something that had been vivid earlier unclear to him now. Why did the thought of Grian and Scar make his eyes sting with sticky tears?

He didn’t want to leave them…

With a sob Mumbo realised he really had no choice at all.

“Jellie?” he asked. “Get Scar, won’t you? I need you to get him… I need you to get Scar so that he’s here when this is over.”

Jellie for her part stood and stretched, and that was enough to convince him that somehow the cat had understood his pleas.

Okay. This was it…

He flexed his toes but otherwise had no luck kicking against the ground.

No other thing for it, then…

If pain had weight the one that hit him must be hundreds of tons.

His lungs screamed for air, seizing as he dragged himself one little bit forward. The bone clicked in his arm, but far worse was the white-hot burning radiating through his spine and into his legs.

He wouldn’t have made it much further than half a metre when he collapsed against the wall of the chasm, his ears ringing… or perhaps that was simply the screams echoing through the chasm?

With each thundering beat of his heart panic spread further through his body, seaping into every muscle and every fibre.

“Help,” he called, voice hoarse and throat dry. “It hurts.”

A noise from above his head. A flicker of hope.

The rain had washed the blood from his face, at least enough that he could force his other eye open and locate the source of the sound. Jellie, despite her age, was quite athletic and had made it almost all the way to the top of the chasm.

Well, it wasn’t help, but it was a start, right? Jellie would run home and get Scar, or Grian, or maybe even Xisuma. Someone would find him…

The sun rose and at some point in the night Mumbo had stopped feeling the bite of the cold - in fact the chill dew on his skin was quite refreshing, as was the trickle off water next to his head.

He couldn’t move to drink it all, but with a tilt of his head he was able to gulp some of it down, soothing the dryness in his throat.

The forest was so quiet today. Mumbo had only ventured beyond the fence with Grian and Scar twice in his life, but what he recalled most clearly was how alive it had been compared to the stifling settlement they called home.

There were no birds now, no rustle of the wind in the leaves, not even the distant sound of hares and other small animals skittering through the forest floor.

Mumbo’s stomach churned. Was that roast meat he could smell on the wind? When had he even last had something to eat…?

He wished his clothes were not so heavy. If only they were lighter, he might be able to move and remove his shirt. When had the sun become so warm?

He tilted his head to drink more water, mud and ash sticking to the sides of his mouth.

The moon, too, was warm tonight. Mumbo had never known it to be as much before, but nonetheless, it was even warmer than the sun had been. He felt as though he was burning up.

The stars were so bright, as bright as Mumbo had only ever seen them through his father’s telescope. It had been the nicest thing they owned, the lense scratched but still functional enough that he had been able to look through it and dream himself far away.

They moved oddly, reflecting in the helmet of the person standing at the top of the chasm.

Their language was garbled too. Mumbo never knew there were animals that looked like people in the forest…

He blinked, tilting his head a little for a better look.

The person-animal recoiled and Mumbo wanted to shush it, tell it he grew up sheltered in the Merchant’s Section and had no idea how to harm it even if he wanted to.

It made another garbled sound. Except…

Except…

“-Nd a survivor. I repeat I have found a survivor. Requesting urgent medical attention.”

The person-animal - who may in fact just be a person, come to think of it - climbed down the side of the cave.

First they removed a glove, revealing pale skin, and then their helmet. A cascade of red curls fell out, framing a young woman’s face.

“My name is Gem, Scout for District 13. Can you hear me? Can you tell me your name?”

He blinked, certain he ought to know how to respond to that. His tongue, however, remained unyielding.

“Mumbo! MUMBO! Let me go! I need to see him!”

Mumbo wished he had the energy to turn his head and look up and see the owner of the voice, but he was simply too tired.

“Get him out of here and start working on getting a stretcher down here, I think his spine might be broken,” Gem said over their shoulder. Their tone was far softer when they turned around and spoke to him. “Mumbo? Is that your name? Mumbo, listen to me, you need to hang in there. Whatever you saw during the bombing of 12 could be very valuable to the resistance, so you have to hold on a little bit longer so we can get you to a doctor.”

The bombing of 12…

Mumbo knew he should feel something. Panic, grief, anger, anything at all.

In reality, he just felt tired.

“Grr… ggi,” he tried.

“You want Grian?” Gem asked. “Sure, sure. He’s on his way to the hovercraft and in a moment you will be too. I’m just going to give you something for the pain and the fever, okay?”

Fever? Since when did he have a fever?

A weight on his chest lessened a little, relief flooding through him as the dull throbbing of pain he had been feeling from his everywhere began to subside.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Gem instructed. “You might get a little tired but it’s very important that you don’t fall asleep.”

Mumbo wanted to open his mouth to tell them that of course, he wasn’t going to fall asleep. Instead he blinked and a moment later he was somewhere new. It looked like home, looking like the Market Square, only not at all. The Market Square should be bustling with late afternoon activity, judging by the sun being in the west. The market Square was surrounded by buildings on all sides, whereas this place barely had any rubble worthy of being called ‘walls’.

There was a mask over his face, one that reminded him of his father’s breather, its edges digging into his flesh.

“Let me go this instance or I swear I walk - and don’t think Scar won’t do the same. We both care about him and- Mumbo!”

Grian’s face entered his view. The Capitol liked to style him in a way that made him look older than a mere seventeen, but that was not the reason Mumbo could see no trace of the boy that had once sat next to him in school barely more than a year ago.

His one remaining eye was dark, clouded by unbridled fury.

His gaze softened a little when he sat next to Mumbo.

“Can I touch him?”

Yes, Mumbo wanted to say. His body felt so wrong, cold and hot and numb and aching, all of it all at once. He wanted Grian to hold him, wanted Scar to join in as well. Come to think of it, where was Scar?

“If you’re careful.”

Hold on, that voice was familiar. Cub? Why was Cub here? And where was ‘here’ anyway?

That train of thought died as cold lips pressed against Mumbo’s temple. Odd, Grian normally ran hot.

“Hey.” Another kiss, this time on his forearm of all places. Then again, it was one of the few places that didn’t tingle with pain… “Thought I’d lost you for a moment,” Grian whispered, one of his fingers trailing over the part of Mumbo’s arm he had just kissed.

The world shook, and Mumbo’s body went slack with pain.

“Gently,” Grian hissed over his shoulder. He looked at Mumbo again, and he looked so very human. “Be gentle… Mumbo? Mumbo?! Mumbo, you have to-”

If Grian actually told Mumbo what he wanted him to do, it was lost somewhere between the humming of the world around them and the static in Mumbo’s ears. His eyes had slipped close, and for the first time in days he felt safe to rest.

—

Mumbo was aching.

That was the first thought that crossed his mind. Next was this: he was not at home in the Victor’s Village, nor was he in the small apartment in the Justice Building that had been his childhood home.

The bed was too short for him, the linen too coarse, and most offensive of all there was an incessant beeping next to his right ear.

Heavy footsteps - familiar ones at that - approached and a door swung closed with a whir.

Right. The door opening had woken him in the first place.

He opened his eyes and had to blink when he saw the familiar face of his dead father.

“Xisuma?” he tried to ask, the name muffled by the mask sitting on his face.

“Oh, Mumbo, thank goodness,” his adoptive father said in the same tone as he would normally use when Mumbo came home half an hour late after taking the long way home from school with Grian and Scar. “Grian, he’s awake.”

Mumbo strained his eyes, only barely able to make out the bright red colour of a familiar sweater.

“What?” Grian, too, seemed to just have woken up. “Oh! Mumbo!”

A chair scraped across the floor and a moment later Grian came into view too.

“You’re alive,” Mumbo tried to say, trying to enunciate the words as much as he could with his mouth being as dry as it was.

“We could say the same to you,” Xisuma told him, pushing a lock of hair out of Mumbo’s face just as he had done when Mumbo first came to him at age seven. “I don’t know if you have the worst or the best luck in the world. Falling down a ravine like that, and staying safe from the fires and the bombs. Do you know the scouts only found you because Jellie found them and insisted they follow her? She’s getting a well-deserved rest now, but you’d better thank her when you’re up and about again… or well… Well, yes, when you see her.”

Though his father’s rambling was a comforting background noise Mumbo had missed dearly, one thing stuck out to Mumbo.

The bombs. The fires.

“12 is gone,” he shuddered.

“Some of the people made it out,” Xisuma told him. “The ones smart enough not to go running back after lost pets.”

Oh, had he really done that? Mumbo was certain he must be blushing with sheer embarrassment.

He couldn’t bring himself to regret it, though. Scar would have been devastated if anything had happened to Jellie.

Scar.

The thought struck him and the beeping sound increased.

“Gri?” He asked. “Where’s S…”

Mumbo choked on the words, his throat aching from the smoke he had inhaled and the dry air flowing through the breather covering the lower half of his face.

Grian waited for him to finish coughing, his hand resting on Mumbo’s right arm as a steady presence.

“He’s okay,” Grian told him, though the waver in his voice told Mumbo otherwise. Grian had always been a terrible liar, and Mumbo knew him far too well to believe him.

Judging by Grian’s expression he realised this too.

“He’s alive,” Grian corrected. “The Capitol have him. But we’re already looking into saving him. We’re going to get him back, Mumbo, I swear. You came back and he will too…”

Grian rose to his feet, kissing the same part of Mubmo’s forehead he had earlier.

“I’ll fix it all,” Grian promised him. “The two of us, we’ll find a way to bring him back, even if it means burning the Capitol to the ground.”

#hermitcraft #hermitshipping #mumscarian #mumbo jumbo #GoodTimesWithScar #gtws #Grian #Pearlescentmoon #geminitay #XisumaVoid

[bloodblanks]

do you want your very own yandere boyfriend?

what if i told you that you could actually have one? and by that i mean, i can offer you your very own personalized yandere boyfriend OC. sadly i cannot manifest one for you in real life, but what i can do is offer a complete, detailed character description sheet and headcanons, complete with a drawn illustration of a custom yandere boyfriend, carefully tailored according to your own personality and needs! if any of this sounds appealing to you, you should totally keep reading :3

this is a collaboration with the lovely @nemugyo! ♡

hello! thank you for your interest in your very own personalized yandere boyfriend!

i understand that you likely have hesitances and questions regarding this so called ‘yandere boyfriend.’ which makes sense, considering that you don’t know everything about it yet. that is completely understandable. hopefully, i can provide you with enough information to satisfy your inquiries below.

how does it work?

well, first of all, you send us a message, and we’ll ask a few questions to get a general idea of what you’re looking for, as well as check what content* you are comfortable with. *more information on content below.

then, you write a description of yourself and send it to us. the more detailed, the better! you can freestyle it (we have examples to follow) or we can give you some ideas and topics to write about. most commonly, we ask for information such as: age, height, appearance, personality, hobbies, likes/dislikes, and so on. you never have to share anything you’re uncomfortable with sharing! you can send us pictures and/or also any other additional information you want us to know. don’t hesitate to infodump! the more you tell us, the better we can design your yandere boyfriend.

afterwards, we’ll create a yandere boyfriend for you based off the information you gave us. it is possible to check in with us at this stage and go over the rough drafts/sketches with us and request any additions and/or changes. however, you can also choose not to give any input or see the drafts if you want to be surprised with the final result! whatever you choose, we will do our best to satisfy your needs, and from there we’ll finish creating your yandere boyfriend.

if you have any more questions about the process, feel free to ask!

are there any demos of what the work will look like?

of course, i don’t expect you to buy a product without having any idea of what you will get. and so, here is an example of a finished standard yandere boyfriend!

[click here]

if you have further questions about the work feel free to message as well!

what specific content and concepts can be included?

the following content can be requested: artwork — blood, nudity, gore, and more. written work — various acts of bdsm, stalking, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, gaslighting, abuse, restraints, confinement, violence, murder, dub-con, non-con, and more.

if your idea/concept is not listed above, feel free to inquire about it in dms!

lastly, what are the prices?

here is a detailed illustrated list of our prices.

[click here]

if you have any questions about the prices and payment, don’t be afraid to ask us!

i hope that answered all the questions you may have and convinced you of how great a custom yandere boyfriend can be! however, if you still have doubts or unanswered questions, please do send (either of) us a message!

we are available on tumblr as: @bloodblanks and @nemugyo

we are available on discord as: bloodblanks and nemugyo

thank you for reading and for your interest in our custom yandere boyfriends! ♡

#yandere #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #male yandere #tw yandere #soft yandere #yandere nsft #yandere headcanons #yandere creepypasta #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere writing #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #creepypasta nsft #yandere reader insert #yandere art #yandere smut #yandere oc x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere boy #dead dove do not eat #creepypasta #creepypasta smut #creepypasta art #creepypasta headcanons #yandere hcs

[niuniente]

Sorry if this is too much to ask! But do you ever think you to do a quick drawing tutorial? Or like, what brushes you use, the canvas size you usually use, and what you think may help besides "draw and practice every day" (because while that is solid advice I am curious about your thoughts)

I have little bits here and there but a one big info package sounds good :3 My way of working is a bit chaotic compared to (most?) many artists lol.

I use Fire Alpaca and my drawing tabled it XP Pen Artist 13.3 Pro (SUPER RECOMMENDED!!). My drawing canvas is 5555 x 7777 pixels wide. I like to draw in big sizes as when you resize an image smaller, its quality becomes better. Thus, I can draw extremely messy stuff and it still looks nice when resized. Because of this messiness and big canvas, I can sometimes draw with my non-dominant hand, too, and it still looks fine!

See here for more examples of how messy my stuff is before resizing!

I don't use any fancy brushes. My way of drawing digitally is to mimic traditional medium drawing as much as possible. The less the program does things for me, the better!

I use just the ordinary Fire Alpaca brush. I have no set size for the brush but I change it based on what I need - anything from 18pxl to 38 pxls. I think the average is around 24-26pxls. I have anti-aliasing on and my stabilizer is set to 33 (Global setting).

For a bucket, my settings are the following: Tolerance 27, Anti-aliasing on and expand on 1 (albeit I edit this one if needed).

For texture, I can use a Flat brush (you see this in blood a lot). I have a few round brushes for chains and other small details but I use them so rarely it really doesn't even count. For front views, I enjoy using Symmetry brush.

I use lots and lots of references! The best thing with references is that when you repeat a same thing with a reference, you will eventually learn how to draw it without one. References are every artist's friends! Always, always, always go for a reference and don't hesitate to trace stuff to learn and figure basic shapes for your stuff. (But trace other people art privately for learning purposes only, as everyone draws and paints with different lines and strokes)

I generally draw with a free hand without sketching, unless the pose is difficult. I always draw a head on its own layer so that I don't have to worry is the body right size to the head. I can edit both freely when they are on their individual layers. For layers, I use only multiply if needed.

Here's a video of my typical drawing process with a free hand (sped up). If the above link doesn't work, go here. You'll find more tagged as #niu_video

WHAT ELSE?

（￣︶￣）↗　Here's a tutorial how I draw white lines on black

（￣︶￣）↗　Here's a tutorial how I edit photos to black and white backgrounds

（￣︶￣）↗ Here's my Youtube channel with a video of how I use references. There are more examples on my Patreon in wip-folder.

#ask niu #tutorial #niu drawings

[robboyblunder]

Summer is here meaning I can take on commissions again! If you're interested, please inquire at the places listed on my first page! (sorry I don't take other DMs, I sadly have had too much bot and scam issues!). If you want to help in other ways check out my pinned post for ko-fi to donate or help spread my sheets!

Link to my TOS in the replies!

Transcript is in alt ID and under cut:

title card:

Robboyblunder commissions.

To inquire: Email me at [email protected] or DM me on tumblr via robboyblunder.tumblr.com.

page 1: price page for sketches, line art, and flat color drawings.

Sketch prices: Bust $15 ($5 per additional character), waist up $20 ($10 per additional character), full body $25 ($15 per additional character).

Line art prices: bust $20 ($15 per additional character), waist up $30 ($20 per additional character), full body $40 ($30 per additional character).

Flat color prices: bust $25 ($15 per additional character), waist up $35 ($25 per additional character), full body $45 ($35 per additional character).

page 2: price page for simple shading and full rendering/shading.

simple shading prices: bust $35 ($25 per additional character), waist up $40 ($30 per additional character), full body $75 ($60 per additional character).

full render and shading: bust $45 ($30 per additional character), waist up $65 ($50 per additional character), full body $95 ($80 per additional character).

page 3: Price page for backgrounds.

Simple and transparent price: free.

medium detail price: $15 to $45 depending on detail.

rendered and detailed price: $50 to $75 and more depending on detail.

page 4: character design prices page. the text on top reads "get a custom design from scratch. starts with base price that includes front and back full body with flat color. extra can be added at higher cost (such as busts, extra details, etc.)."

a note reads: "Note: incomplete character references for non-design commission will still result in a design charge (relative to how much needs to be designed). This does not include changing minor aspects of a design i.e. clothing, hair color, etc.

full character design prices: $180 to $200 and up depending on detail.

mini or toon design prices: $45 to $80 and up depending on detail.

page 5: price page for minis and toons as well as rules.

Mini and toon simple price: $20. mini and toon complex price: $35.

RULES:

you must read/accept my TOS and pay via invoice only!

payment is upfront before work begins (unless discussed otherwise for comms over $100). no refunds for completed art!

Full references are required for characters, otherwise a design fee will be incurred. (read details in linkes TOS).

respect me, have patiences, don't haggle prices; it breaks my TOS.

more detail = higher cost.

major/medium revisions past sketch stage will incur extra fees (read my TOS for more info).

will draw: humans/humanoid, robots/cyborgs, armor, monsters/creatures, animals, furry/anthro, mild injury/blood/gore (if you have questions, please ask!).

Won't draw: anything offensive/bigoted (racism, homophobia, sexism, etc.), NSFW, realistic/heavy gore, certain fandoms (can change at my discretion.

I have a right to refuse any commission for any reason!

#commission #commissions #commission sheets #commissions 2023 #long post

[meifel1]

Headcannons are an expression of love.

Character: Nanook is the Eon of Destruction.

Warning!: Masculine pronouns are used in relation to Nanook, fem!Reader, there may be deviations from the canon of Nanook's character.

Author's comment: Initially, I wanted to write a sketch with him, but decided that headcannons would be easier to start with.

Have a nice read!

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Headcannons: spending time with him, expressing love in a non-physical way.

• Nanook makes it easy for you to contact him, that is, he will let you stay with him if you want to.

• You are the kind of person who likes to chat about everything, tell about your day in great detail, and you can just fill up with questions. Well, sometimes it's difficult for him, he's not one of those who likes to talk, and he often doesn't understand why you like to talk so much and where so many stories come from. Nevertheless, he listens to you in silence, and if you inundate him with questions, he answers, of course, not everything, but still tries. He had not had a chance to communicate with mortals for a long time.

• Since he is something like a deity, he has enough jewelry, those who follow his path make offerings to him, which he shows you personally. Maybe it's not that important to you, but if you like something out of it, you can take it.

• (Most likely a deviation from the canon in this paragraph, because it says here about changes in the size of growth) Nanook can decrease in measurements to look like a person and could walk with you somewhere in a deserted place. It is important to him that there are no people at all.

• It's no secret that he has a special opinion about all living things, he calls it a mistake, and it's not for nothing that he's an Aeon of Destruction, because he wreaks havoc on the planets. But you have a special attitude.. Otherwise, that's how you met when you were the only one alive in the midst of all this carnage. That's why he's interested in your personality, considering that after a while of contacting, he learned a lot about you personally.

Headcannons: Physical contact.

• Contacting Eon turned out to be quite difficult.. Not only is he mostly in the form of a body that is twice the size of a mountain, but also this burning golden blood from his chest wounds. One day you decided to try something new and put your head on his chest, touching this blood. When suddenly plaintive cries for help and pain roared in your ears, incomprehensible whispers, as if someone was praying for mercy, loud crying and the sound of destruction, as if tall buildings were falling to the ground, or even on poor people. It scared you crazy and you abruptly stood up, taking a sitting position. At that time, Nanook was looking at you with a calm gaze. And to your question, "what was that?"he replied that these were memories of his past destruction of planets and his home planet where he was born (he destroyed it).

• When Nanook is in his usual deity form (large), you can easily fit on his palm or the curve of his neck, so you like to rest lying in these places of his body. At such moments, Eon tries not to disturb you and be quiet enough. He is watching you or he can rest himself if you are in his "abode" (I don't know how else to describe it).

• Nanook is very inexperienced in terms of romance and expressing affection, whether in actions or words. After all, he is still an Aeon of destruction, and, unfortunately, it is not typical for him, at least before. Now, with the advent of you, he began, so to speak, to learn this from you personally. that is, you often show him how to express your love, kisses, hugs, and everything so banal, it turned out to be unusual for him.

[. . .]

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

"I do not know what exactly I found in you that made me so interested in your personality. But I can say that you are, so far, the only one who has been able to awaken something primitive in me, from my "youth". It's really amazing, at least for me."

#sketch #honkai sr #nanook #nanook hsr #boothill honkai star rail #headcanon #hedcanon #sketches

[councilcrawler]

Comissions closed.

Currently opening commissions for small doodles!

Some exemple of what I'm trying to offer :

Half-body :

• Sketch lines still visible/less cleaning up : 7€

• Lineless (still messy) : 10€

• Lined : 12€

Full-body:

• Sketch lines still visible/less cleaning up : 9€

• Lineless (still messy) : 14€

• Lined : 16€

For cell-shaded/less blended out stuff : Same price minus 3€

For extremely simplified things : Same prices minus 4€ (does not pile onto the previously mentioned cell-shaded price reduction)

Depending on the character, a 1-2€ extra may have to be negotiated due to the extra time it would take. If a character is really simple though, those 1-2€ can be extracted from the full price. (discussed before payment)

What I will do :

- anything organic! Anthropomorphic characters, humanoids, all those.

- more mechanical things!

- characters from any animated series, game, etc. (with reference : I will not design characters based only off of text for example, sorry!)

- certain amounts of gore/blood, but only involving adult characters.

What I won't do :

- detailed nudity even in a non-sexual context.

- sugestive/erotic artwork.

- backgrounds, other than abstract stuff for time reasons.

- things I do not feel comfortable with, simple as that.

I may refuse to take an offer sometimes : it does not mean necessarily that I find the content offensive, but most likely personal reasons I am not obligated to state.

You can contact me by DMs :

- here

- on discord (ceilingcrawler )

Payment through PayPal, half of the full price payed upfront when I confirm I'll draw your thing (the other when I'm done. When I accept your offer/that money, it should take one week maximum and I'll warn you if I need more time.

#commissions open #cc_art #hi

[fir3lit3]

Art requests open!

information under cut

if you don’t want to read all that it’s just basic request rules

Rules:

Do not request straight up sexual content, hateful images, or use slurs while requesting.

Gore, blood, mecha, suggestive, furries, body horror, and complex characters are ok

please do not request a comic or animation. i will cry

Please do not make more than 3 requests in the same requesting period

If you’re not asking for a well known character please send me a link to their reference

(related to above) Other fandoms other than Undertale and Ultrakill are ok. I’ll also draw OCs

FAQ (from past requests)

Q: [Will you draw ships?]

A: yep! all ships but incest, abuse, and underage (I still won’t draw it if someone’s aged up/down). I mostly drew afterdeath during the last requesting period lol

Q: [What’s taking so long?]

Probably IRL stuff or you missed the request period. I usually delete requests past then If it’s not because of the reasons above it’s probably because I’m having trouble deciding on something dumb

Q: [Can you draw them making out]

ok. later.

Q: [How detailed will this be?]

Probably a colored + shaded sketch

Q: [Can i request several characters]

Only 3 characters at most while requesting please

(this section is still being added to)

Remember to try to sleep, eat at least a cup of ramen or two pieces of bread, and drink two water bottles a day. Take breaks! Make sure you’re not overworking yourself and to put your own well-being before non-essential expectations like social media. and don’t forget, try to have fun once in a while! :3

#introduction #<— for later #i’m packing a lot of info in here because i’m gonna use this later when i actually make an introduction lol #art requests

[goldtowhite]

nathan hong // character study

PART ONE: STATISTICS. 

basic information:

FULL NAME: nathan hong

NICKNAME(S):  nate

AGE:  26

DATE OF BIRTH: october 2nd, 1997

PLACE OF BIRTH: los angeles, ca

GENDER: cismale

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: bisexual

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, korean

NEIGHBOURHOOD: downtown los angeles

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: downtown lofts, he lives alone

family ties:

MOTHER: hong jiyoo

FATHER: hong seungmin

SIBLINGS: none

SPOUSE / PARTNER: none

CHILDREN: none

PETS: a cat named mandu

occupational information:

OCCUPATION: social media manager at sonic magazine

physical appearance:

FACE CLAIM: kim mingyu

HAIR COLOR: black

EYE COLOR: brown

HEIGHT: 6'2"

BUILD: very athletic, very muscular

TATTOOS: none

PIERCINGS: ears

CLOTHING STYLE: streetwear when casual, nice business attire when working

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: his teeth have a sort of fangs vibe to them that make his smile really endearing

personality:

MBTI: ENFJ

ELEMENT: air

WESTERN ZODIAC: libra

CHINESE ZODIAC: ox

POSITIVE TRAITS: adaptable, amiable, courteous

NEGATIVE TRAITS: airy, enigmatic, indulgent

HOBBIES: going to the gym, running, bike riding, surfing, cooking, sketching

wanted connections:

CONNECTION TYPE: an ex: one where nate was definitely in the wrong. he's not very communicative with feelings, not in a malicious way, just in a clueless way. nate definitely like... assumed things were casual and it was not for the other muse and he just kind of kept doing his own thing and they broke up with some pretty bad blood.

CONNECTION TYPE: pleaseeeeeeee gimme a partner in crime and i need it to be like... they are yes men to each other. like they lowkey kind of enable each other for the worse sometimes.

PART TWO: QUESTIONNAIRE. 

this part of the questionnaire is intended to be filled out in character just like your muse is being interviewed by someone at sonic magazine for example. feel free to add as much or as little detail as you like. if you find there is a question that doesn’t apply to your muse for whatever reason within your category feel free to omit the question or come up with your own that you think is relevant. this section is designed to replace a character bio, but you can still add extra information to your intro as you wish. 

IF YOUR MUSE IS IN THE MUSIC INDUSTRY (NON MUSICIAN):

why don’t you start at the beginning and tell us who you are? nathan hong, first generation korean american. my parents moved here from korea about a decade before i was born to open a restaurant and start a new life. i worked there as soon as i legally could officially, unofficially i always helped. it's how i learned how to cook and all that, and i grew up speaking both korean and english, so i feel a pretty strong connection to both parts of me. the restaurant isn't something i plan to inherit in a meaningful way but i'll always keep it in the family.

what is your place in this massive industry? i went into being a social media manager simply because i feel really comfortable with social media. i've always run the socials for the family business and i found it pretty easy to get into doing that for other fields.

life in los angeles can be pretty intense, do you love it or hate it? i love it, but it's all i've ever known. when we visit seoul, i feel just as at home there. i'm not sure i'm the type who could ever give up city life, i think i'd get too bored. i'm not much of a homebody really.

what inspires you to show up for the musicians you work for or collaborate with? i just like knowing i can contribute to the industry in any way, and being bilingual i can also help out when we have artists who might not be fluent in english coming from korea to work with us. i guess i'm a bit of an unofficial translator as well, i wouldn't say my job keeps me so busy that i can't help elsewhere.

what are some of your favourite genres of music? i'm a hoe for top 40 pop forever, i also love a lot of korean music. i like pop punk, rock, really anything. country's never really done it for me but there are some exceptions.

what is the first record you ever bought? for myself? seo taji and boys self titled debut. it came out a few years before i was born but the first trip to korea i can remember, i found it in a thrift store and spent my pocket money on it.

what’s next for you? i feel pretty good about where i'm at right now, but i've been thinking about expanding my comfort in running social media accounts, like maybe taking on individual clients, or reaching out to gyms or other restaurants. my parents say i'm not ambitious enough but i think i'm chilling.

#nathan: about #intro.

[imayneedsleep]

Sky Colt IAP Commission!

Closed

Yeah, I’m not getting comms. Unsurprising but yeah, imma close em. May try again another time.

Now offering:

—

Rules:

Can do some backgrounds, nothing too detailed though, they aren’t my forte tbh, lol.^^,

Can draw sky and non sky ocs.

Will not draw nsfw, but can draw some blood.

Can’t draw mecha. (Sorry, I’m not that good at mechanical stuff, lol.)

If you are interested in commissioning me, DM me or reply to this post and I can Dm you. I may be a bit slow to reply sometimes due to school/extracurriculars/timezone differences, but I will get back to you as soon as I can :). If you accept, I’ll make a sketch, once the sketch is finished I’ll send it and a QR code to you as long as you still want the comm. Once I finish the comm, I’ll contact you to finish the exchange. I can unlock the friendship tree if needed. I also try to light people everyday :). Before I give you the final piece, I need to receive the iap. I’m sorry if your not comfortable with that, but unfortunately, I’ve been scammed before. If you don’t feel comfortable with this, then you may want to go elsewhere. When the exchange is through, I will also be posting the commission on my blog with the commissioner tagged in the post. If you don’t feel comfortable with this, you may want to go elsewhere. The only reason I do it is to help prevent art theft.

Examples:

All characters are mine except Winter Storms (cat person with blue hair streak) who is owned by TropiCat212 on Art Fight.

#my art #sky children of the light #digital art #thatskygame #sketch #art commisions #sky children of the light commission #commisions open #sky colt #sky iap commission

[kamikotorayama391]

Kamiko’s commissions! (winter 2022-2023)

Hello everyone! Opening commissions again, so if you want to commission me something, text me in DM or my Discord (Kamiko391#0846)

 I draw: - fandom-based characters (anime and manga, animation, TV series, books, comics, and so on); - original characters; - fan characters; - animals, anthro; - character referrals: - blood, some wounds

I DON'T draw: - any politics-themed art: - ecchi/hentai; - NSFW (if you still really want to - +50% to the price tag); - Mecha (I’m bad in it still) - pony.

General requirements: 1.     A detailed description of the desired result (poses, expressions, and so on). I will write if further explanations are needed. 2.     3 or 4 character references. I might need more (We’ll specify when placing an order) 3.     If the background (if it will be) is a certain place – 1-2 background references 4.     If there are any time limits – warn me in advance 5. If you do not live by Moscow time, please, tell me your current time and what time is the most convenient for you to talk Additional characters: +25% of the initial cost. If there’re more than 4 characters in total: +50%

About work time: 1) Headshot/portrait – 2-3 days; 2) Half-body – length – 3-7 days; 3) Full-body – 5-12 days;  If there is a deadline, please let me know in advance  The specified time may change for various reasons; in case of an unexpected situation, I will notify.

Working process: 1) After placing an order, I start working on a quick sketch that will roughly show what the result will be. Once the sketch is approved, a 50% prepayment is made.

Note: for flat-colored portraits and half-body portraits, the prepayment is 100%.

2) In the process of working on the order, I will send the results of each stage

3) Before the end of the work, I send the order in reduced quality and with a watermark. If you are satisfied with the result, you pay the rest of the price. As soon as the money arrives, I send the result in high quality.

If at some stage you decide to cancel the commission, I keep 30% of the total cost with me as a refund for the work already done, and I return the rest.

I reserve the right to cancel the order and return the money to the customer for one reason or another (non-compliance with the rules above, for example). The finished artwork may be posted on my blog as a way of self-promotion as an artist. If you’d rather keep it private, please, notify me in advance.

 All prices are in USD

Payment method: via Boosty (more information in this video www.youtube.com/watch?v=drrbpn…) Payment in USD is available now!

Some new rules: 1) If something does not suit you in the commission, don't be shy to tell me  so that I can definitely fix it in no time. Until the result satisfies you by 85-100 percent, and the full payment has not been made, I will polish and change the drawing to suit your wishes. 2) Do not ask me to redo someone else's work if you are not satisfied with the result provided to you by your other artist. I don't want conflicts with other authors, I just want to do my job calmly and honestly and do what I love. However, in case of any copyright problems, I will be the first one who has to deal up with the mess, not you. 3) I allow my works to be used as references or even a base for your work, but try to avoid direct copying or tracing. Wait at least a month before trying something of this. Try not to use any commissioned artworks for these purposes (if it's not a commissioned reference image or a reference list of course).

#kamiko's commissions #Kamiko Torayama

[cyberatrophy]

COMMISSIONS OPEN

my links in carrd

and full commission page

hi i am very unemployed and i need money. buy my bikes

text version of this under the cut

CYBERATROPHY COMMISSION INFO

SKETCH: Bust - 20 euro Half body - 30 euro Fully body - 40 euro

LINE ART: Bust - 40 euro Half body - 50 euro Full body - 60 euro

FLAT COLORS: Bust - 45 euro Half body - 60 euro Full body - 80 euro

FULLY RENDERED: Bust - 60 euro Half body - 90 euro Full body - 120 euro

WILL AND WON'T DO:

WILL DO:

fanart for fandoms im not into

armor/complex designs

ship art

ocs (with provided references)

mild gore/blood/injury

ASK ABOUT THESE:

irl people

backgrounds (starting at 30 eur)

animals in addition to characters

heavier gore

suggestive art

mecha/robots

anthros/furries (im still very new at them!)

WONT DO:

derogaroty content

nsfw

im also open to drawing things that arent listed here! (like twitch emotes, sprites for games, icons, meme redraws, your fic illustrations, etc, prices can be negotiated, just ask about it!!)

OTHER INFO AND TOS:

payments thru ko-fi!

commissions are personal use and non-commercial use only

i can refuse any commission for any reason

no refunds if i already started working on the commission

ill start working on the commission after receiving the payment

be as specific as you want or can!! i appreciate clear/detailed instructions

contact me via dm's

#commissions #commission info #not art #artists on tumblr #commission

[kabutoraiger]

ok i am now caught up with geats!! so some thoughts thus far...

on the positive side, i think the mysteries here are genuinely interesting, all the questions of “what are jamato, really” and “how do all the aspects of the dgp work?“ it’s enjoyable to see a new layer of obfuscation get peeled back in each subsequent round.

they really struck gold with the basic concept of geats as we have finally achieved a modern rider show where the constant stream of upgrades and toys doesn’t feel like it derails the narrative - it’s like a video game, so it’s perfectly reasonable that new items are just dropped in their laps out of nowhere.

i also feel like the show has managed to be pleasantly non-hectic in general, with the characters actually being allowed to like, sit and have lunch and talk about their circumstances pretty often, which is nice. grandpa needs that kind of break once in a while. (i’m grandpa)

on a more negative note, while i wouldn’t necessarily say that I’M bored watching kamen rider geats, i can’t help but think that the dgp as a reality show is... actually not interesting enough to warrant the kind of audience it has?

like, putting myself into the shoes of an in-canon spectator for a moment. i am a probably wealthy probably morally bankrupt tourist from another dimension. seeing real henshin heroes fight real monsters is simply not enough of a draw for me.

if i’m watching a death game reality show i am here either a) to see people get viciously slaughtered while i clap my hands in delight, which maybe 20 years ago in rider we could’ve had but in 2023, not so much. no blood or carnage to be seen here, so that’s a bust. or b) i’m in it for the Emotional Drama & voyeurism of watching the players form relationships, betray one other, etc. and i just don’t think the dgp really delivers there either.

firstly, the rounds are too short for most of the entrants to matter at all. secondly, among the ones who do matter, their relationships are... fine? not exactly thrilling, though, are they? friendly or non-friendly acquaintances is about as far as i’d call any of them. and even the supposedly entertainment-focused additions of this 3rd round don’t feel like they’ve done much to improve this.

i do think that takahashi has gotten better with this show, but. to me he still just really lacks something when it comes to character and relationship writing. where they often feel too sparsely sketched out, either reduced to a single quirk / type of interaction or so quirkless they don’t leave any real impression. the most glaring example for me being ace, who despite his overwhelming presence in the plot i legit tend to forget about when he isn’t directly on my screen. compared to his fellow egotist riders, he’s simply not memorable. he’s missing a charm point. a silly human detail to make you find him fun.

if only we could pair up takahashi with someone who’s better at that part. life could be a dream...

#watching geats

[kulay-ng-banaag]

“Before they were Perlas ng Silanganan they were Hija del sol de Oriente. They might as well look it.”

Physical Appearance (General) Headcanons for HWS Philippines

CW: mentions of body injury

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Skin Color: Moreno. Neutral undertone. Beautifully sun-kissed and proudly brown, after long hours under the sun, whether it be from toiling in the fields or wading in the waters.

Historically, mestizo/a* is used to refer to Filipinos of mixed Spanish blood. These days, it generally applies to anyone that appear foreign, if only by way of their fair skin.

*Not speaking as a linguist (but someone who is has discussed the use of the X on a public FB post, but links to it won't open right). Assigning gender to a letter is not a thing in the conscience of mainland Filipinos (using a diaspora term there). While the vocabulary in a handful of PH languages does borrow from Spanish, I don't think the gendered spelling rule took real root as a linguistic concept. I'll dare say the strictest imposition of the gender binary remains to be religious motivations.

While I'm aware that fair-skinned Southeast Asians exist, fair-skinned Piri does not match up to how I view him spending the vast majority of his time outdoors & only wearing clothes that fully cover his limbs for formal occasions. No way is he going be white as non-existent-in-this-tropical-climate snow after 1500+ years in the fields and the seas and the wars in-between.

I, the artist behind all this terrible lore you all must suffer, may pass off as mestiza but the Philippines’ story encompasses many, not just the (mestizo) educated middle-class folks like me. I think that’s a fair (haha, ironic) enough representation.

If it means anything, Piri will rather eat papaya, not soak in it.

(As a Filipina born, raised, and very much still based in the Philippines, the change to the feminine version was common when discussing feminism and other issues dealt with by women, but otherwise, we never had a strict adherence to gendered nouns. Nonetheless, @ diaspora kids if someone told you that Filipinx is like Filipino but Winx, that meant you’re all diwatas.)

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Hair Color: I hate rendering pure black hair so there will always be a subtle brownish or blueish undertone. In Piri's case, I use a warm and very dark shade of brown as the base color. Like the grains of Balatinaw black rice grown in the Cordillera terraces, or the liberica beans cultivated in the Batangueño lowlands.

I almost wanted to jump the bandwagon with the lighter hair shade, if only because another Piri artist I followed shared that Aetas* carry the blondism trait, but I’ve grown very attached to and content with how I color Piri’s hair.

*Talk of representation of indigenous peoples sincerely deserves its own post and even I am overwhelmed by it, which is why I'd rather take it very, very slowly. My overgeneralizing answer to this is that it's not impossible to gain mastery over presenting a just storytelling.

I live in the metro so you are bound to bump into Filipinos with bleached hair (I, myself, did so if only to nab my dream pink mane), but even they are rare still. You're more likely to encounter those who opted for brown highlights instead.

While I have joked that Piri disappears from the chapters because he has been at the salon getting his hair bleached, I personally wish that that last-minute change in detail never occurred. Upgrades to color palettes are all a natural part of the art glowup, but tossing that in the middle of a story arc ended up selling so weird to me. The ahoge is a surprise because it isn't in the Dec. 2020 teaser sketch, and I figure it's an allusion to the American influence - or maybe it's that Himaruya quirk of giving characters ahoges, idk, IDK!!

I used to joke that the ahoge represents Palawan. I’m gonna zip my mouth on my current stance.

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Hairstyle: Side-swept hair with a fluffy & layered fringe.

It’s a trending hairstyle you’ll find with guys around here, albeit with an undercut instead of the unswept hair being combed down (in Piri’s case as I draw it). For formal occasions, all he has to do is slather the hair gel onto the fringe.

Piri was long past his 90s/early 2000s kachupoy phase.

I struggle with describing hairstyles through words (this is why I vibed with comics as a medium). I have recreated IndoPhil in my Sims 4 game there as closely as possible to how I imagine and the hairstyles I have given them are exactly what I have in mind.

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Eye Color: Dark brown that becomes a fiery amber under direct sunlight. Glimmering like precious gold beneath the rich earth.

Any "color changes" are just reflections from light sources (ex. for scenes/illustrations where I let his eyes go gold, it’s playing on how dark brown eyes under direct sunlight can appear amber). I’d demonstrate with my own but I rather not burn my own eyes out for the aesthetic, so I have pulled out these images from a Google search instead.

Other headcanon colors I’ve seen (pearl, ube) are cute! I use pearl eyes for the diwata!Piri I've drawn (not sirena!Piri, because his shiny golden tail is already a huge, enamoring de...tail 🥁).

Nonetheless, I’m also content with the eye color I started with.

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Height: I imagined him around 5’5” since the beginning, so I’m keeping the canon number. To quote one of my favorite nonfiction reads, the Philippines is not a small country.

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Physique: Now I vehemently deny Himaruya’s canon for this. Maybe it’s on me growing up in an urban city littered with gym boys, but trust me when I say that Piri is absolutely THAT bakla who will use a photo revealing his well-built upper body as a Twitter profile picture.

I declare myself a twunk Piri artist. A reference I will cite is the model for the UP Oblation statue, Anastacio Caedo (R in 2nd pic).

Piri did not earn his canon (modified) navy uniform nor go through a history book’s worth of revolutions, only to come out of it all a twink. He’s also a Gemini. He’s full of physical adrenaline and that all has to go somewhere (chatting it away will not be enough).

He is of a swimmer build (think of the boys of Free!), with lean, softly-defined muscles, wider - if not broader - upper body (shoulders, biceps, back), narrow waistline, and fairly plump thighs. He also has what one will describe as a cute butt.

Piri is definitely not as beefy as Indo nor as chiseled as Thai (and hopefully I’ll sketch out the other SEAnigang too to explain this better). Admittedly, I also think it is ten times sexier to best know how sculpted Piri is by feeling his body (abang Indo, take notes!!). So yes, I have given my country abs, because if Hima won't I will he dasurvs it.

As a fun extra comparison, both Piri and Indo are the heavy eaters (in more ways than one, too) of the SEAnigang. Both will happily finish the leftovers from barkada eat-outs. Piri remains slim because he has higher metabolism.

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Scars: He has a couple from bullet wounds across his collarbone. There is a nasty, large burn scar on his right side. His back has clearly taken multiple hits, and they have left quite the damage to the tattoos that have come before.

To me, nations can take hits and physically heal up just fine (the rate of recovery honestly varied). Some things simply leave a lasting mark.

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This post originally included a face reference I used for drawing Piri, but I scrapped it after further background research. 😬

#hws philippines #hcs: physical appearance #mentions of body injury cw #long post

[fourcolour-ace]

DBZ Non-Combatant Gohan AU

Something we often talk about is how Gohan never had a choice.

In canon DBZ, a child was thrown(sometimes literally) into a world where everyone's fate was riding on him. A four-year-old child. We all know this.

Some months ago I asked myself, 'Well, what would have happened if he had been able to choose?'.

Which brings us to the(slightly improbable) alternate timeline in which Gohan had a normal childhood.

Imagine, if you will, the scene after the defeat of Raditz: Goku and his brother dead, onlookers have assembled, Piccolo is just about to grab that kid, but then Chichi arrives.

"There's no way you're taking my baby!" She's not about to let the reborn Demon King take her son, and by now it's become clear there's no arguing with Chichi. Piccolo has had his fill of human BS for the moment; he warns of a day when Gohan's strength will be needed to save the Earth, and leaves.

The fate of the planet now(as ever) rests on the shoulders of the deceased Goku. Chichi takes her son home and he starts kindergarten only a few days late.

I'm open to suggestions regarding the details of the big fights: my peers have told me the Z Fighters are "screwed" in the Saiyan saga without Gohan. Despite my years in this fandom, fights are not my forte(haha). For now, we just trust that the DBZ guys will always make it through, because they have to. The Saiyans, Frieza, the Androids and Cell: all are defeated without the son of Goku's help. I don't intend to have Majin Buu appear in this, no shade to fans of the Buu saga but things are too different by that stage of the story. Indeed, there is another layer to this will displease many: Goku and Chichi are separated.

This is no act of hatred towards GoChi, I assure you. I only wanted to make Gohan's lack of presence in combat more credible. I imagine as the years passed Chichi was ever more determined to keep her son off the battlefield, while Goku would most likely never give up on trying to train the boy. They aren't divorced, but live apart. Chichi moves with Gohan closer to the city so commuting to school will be less challenging, while Goku stays in Mount Paozu, where I imagine the Son family home becomes a bit of a Z Fighter hangout. By the time he's sixteen, Gohan hasn't seen his father in nearly a decade(though he did see most of the Cell Game broadcast). Goten fans worry not, your boy will still be born, just later.

So, when does Gohan join the fight? I'm not sure exactly, but know that there's no way to keep a Saiyan(even a half-blood) off the battlefield forever. He does meet his father at the 25th World Martial Arts tournament(I have a fun workaround for how they all found out it was happening), which is the big moment I always come back to when I ponder this AU. I won't take up too much more of your time with this post, but let me sketch it out for you:

Gohan and his high school friends are attending the tournament in order to cheer Videl on. Oddly enough, it is Vegeta who takes notice of the teen, with his uncannily familiar face.

"Kakarot, does that boy look Saiyan to you?"

"A Saiyan?" Goku looks in the direction that Vegeta indicates. "That's my son!"

So he calls out to him, the boy turns to see his father, and the die is cast. Nothing Chichi says will keep Gohan from learning his heritage now.

There's a whole lot more to this but it'll be coming in another post! Thanks for reading.

#oh and piccolo has a kid in this #wasn't sure how to fit that in #dbz #dragon ball franchise #my writing #my thoughts #long post