#Couldn’t decide what color line art so I did both

[batsvnte]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 — 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞

pairing! Blade ;; black fem!reader (she/they) ఌ implied relationship, comfort, fluff ఌ cw! Kissing, Blade is implied to be an rockstar + biker while mc is implied to be a mechanic, mentions/description of scars, Blade being a little clingy, ooc maybe, spelling mistakes/incorrect grammar, not proofread ఌ sypnosis! after everything, you’re the only one who he comes to no matter what

Xenos’s notes – art belongs to @/tiredceles_

It was an harmonic music that never ceases to stop.

Your hands trace the ends of the guitar that belonged to Blade. The sharp edges that threatened to jab at anyone’s skin if he decides to swing it at them. The maroon red coloring that encased the entire body of the guitar with golden outlines of spider lilies from one end of the instrument to the next. It fits him perfectly in some sort of sense.

You held it up properly in your arms. The smooth strings that you could tell was just a few more chords away from snapping and potentially scarring his hands again. Knowing him, he never lets anyone touch his guitar, not even the ones who are his band-mates. To a stranger who knew of him, it was surprising to witness someone hold it. Towards you, it was a sign of trust in his eyes.

“(Name)..”

Callous hands found their way around your waist line. His actions were as simultaneously to his voice once he had reached you. You nearly felt your heart jump at the sudden appearance of him. Blade rested his chin ontop of your head, nearly crushing you within his grip. He meant no harm at all but you had to elbow his side to remind him of his own strength.

With his grip loosening you gingerly placed the guitar back into its case. “When did you get here?”

“Just now”

You turned yourself around to now be face to face with Blade. And in return he lowers his head to the crook of your neck. His hair cascading over his entire face to make it impossible to see his face. He took in a few deep breathes at random moments as if your scent as if it was the only thing he needed. His tour was a little delayed due to the weather which gave more time for him to get back home and back to you. His impatience was shown from the chaste kisses he would give all over your neck.

“How bad was the damage?”

Just right before he left, his motorcycle was damaged. Wrong turn led to an altercation that left the bike damaged from the rear and the parts of the middle. It truly did need a check up even before it was damaged. You had offered to fix it up for him even if will take some time. Possibly even after he returns from his tour.

“It’s not so bad. Some parts got torn off but it was fixable”

He hums softly in response. His kisses trail up to your jawline, making sure to kiss every part of your face before he was torn away from your embrace once more. Behind closed doors he wasn’t usually this affectionate from being gone from too long, but this occasion was something he couldn’t handle without your presence around. Busy schedules was something he didn’t truly like. Neither did you.

“Blade”

Your voice broke him out of the temporary trance. Slowly he lifts his head up to an upright position. His eyebrows furrowed slightly but softens as he makes eye contact with you. The quiet atmosphere in the chaotic workshop was an thing that was near impossible to experience till the dead of night. But as long as he had you, what else is there.

“Did something happen?”

You were quick to catch onto the way he was embracing you. It was as if all his worries were nowhere to be found once you were near him in any sort of way. You knew he normally wasn’t like this but you couldn’t help but indulge in your curiosity. There was a short silence amongst the both of you before he finally spoke.

“Nothing happened,” Blade leans himself a little down to gently kiss the top of your head. “I missed you”

You gaze went over his face to at least try to get an reading on what he was feeling right now. His stoic expression that was described to be permanently stuck on his face even during performances. The way his amber eyes would occasionally stare you down no matter what you were doing from across the room.

Your eyes trailed down to the lower parts of his face. The rare times he had a smile on his face that only you can witness. The corner of his lips that was marked with an scar from an incident long ago that took place on stage. It wasn’t too big to be covering his entire lower lip/cheek, but it was noticeable if you were close enough to him. You remember the time he had gotten that scar. Back before his music got more popular.

“I missed you too”

It was an soft whisper that could barley be heard from anyone else other than him. You in return gave him a few kisses once he pulled away from you a tad bit; it was more on his cheeks, nearing the corner of his lips where the scar was.

He ignores the urges to not haul you over his shoulders and leave the workshop with no explanation to anyone else. Or to just find a more private place just so the two of you can be left alone without the worry of anyone coming in to drag you away from him. Blade took the initiative this time to kiss you fully. A proper kiss that you returned to him with no hesitation. Both caught up with each other. His embrace wasn’t harsh enough to crush your ribcage, but not loose enough for you to break away. Just enough to keep you comfortable within his arms.

It felt like forever before the kiss was broken off. You breath out a sigh that was cotent. Even if he was needy for another one, Blade pulls away to give you more room for air. You caught a glimpse of how his face was tinted with a faint red. It was endearing.

“C’mere..”

Within a few seconds you were sitting down between his legs. You back pressed up against his front. You couldn’t get the chance to say anything else. Blade grabs his guitar from the case in the process of moving, settling it within your hands.

“I don’t have time for this. There’s some people out there needin’ things”

“They can wait an hour or two”

His hands guides yours to play the chords of the guitar. His head resting onto your shoulder to get a better glimpse at you entirely. The strums of the guitar playing out very slowly that would gradually become a pace of a rhythm. If it weren’t for the close contact you would be able to guess what the song was.

#— ghouul frights #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade hsr x reader #hsr blade x reader #I honestly have no words for this #word dump goes crazy hH

[cupidjyu]

my first kiss pt 2

(98 line) the story of your first kiss with him ..

genre: teasing, artist kevin, flustered-ness, library date! notes: this semester is fr killing me like ive been so exhausted to write TT i hope you guys enjoy though! i made these a bit more longer :D word count: 1.4k

juyeon (you)

when it came to a first kiss, you thought it would be the most magical thing ever, taking place under the sparkly sunset with the both of you dressed up. but it was quite the contrary. in fact, your first kiss with juyeon turned out to be very simple.

it was one that took place in your very own home and started when he came over to help you study since you had asked.

“do you understand it now?” he turned to you, smiling so gently that you felt yourself melt. he was dressed comfortably with his hair unstyled.

you thought for a moment. to be completely honest, you still didn’t understand it. but, you didn’t want to be a burden to him. so you smiled and leaned closer with a teasing tone, “you’re quite the math genius, aren’t you?”

he immediately sputtered, turning away with red ears.

“i-it’s whatever,” he shakily replied, batting you away. “i just know the basics… that’s all.”

you hummed, satisfied. you loved making him flustered. say it would be your new hobby at this point. you turned back to the paper and decided to try to do the problem on your own. 

first, you just stared at the question, then tapped the pencil, wrote one number, erased it, and then you flopped your head on the table with a groan.

he noticed immediately, bending down so that he was looking into your eyes. 

“you really didn’t understand it, huh?” his eyes were twinkling with amusement.

“sorry…” you grumbled.

he only smiled sweetly, shaking his head with a fond look. he leaned closer to look at the problem. it was then that you realized how handsome and charming he was up close. you took a deep breath, as you watched him furrow his eyebrows in concentration. 

and then on impulse, you leaned in and kissed him right on his lips. 

he jerked back quickly, looking at you with reddening cheeks. he covered his lips with his large hand and stared at you widely, “i wanted to be the one to do it first…”

“too bad,” you laughed. “if you’re good at math, then i’ll be the one good at kissing.”

he smirked, looking at your lips mischievously. “we’ll see about that.” you gulped.

kevin (you)

you’ve always loved kevin’s passion for art. he was always so endearing when his eyes would light up whenever he talked about whatever he was making. little did you know, that that endearment may or may not have initiated your first kiss with him.

it was when you noticed that he was cooped up in his room for a bit too long. 

you yawned, pausing the show you were watching as you shuffled over to his room where he told you he would be working on something for a short while. it was way past a short while.

when you opened the door, you were met with the sight of him sitting at his desk, his eyes incredibly focused on his tablet, multiple colors displayed on it as he drew away.

“kevin?” you whispered, trying not to startle him.

he looked at you, eyes wide but then they softened. “oh, sorry did i keep you waiting?”

you shook your head, smiling as you reassured him. “no, we still have another hour until the restaurant opens. what are you doing?”

you dragged a chair over so you could sit next to him. 

“drawing and stuff…” he quietly replied. you could tell he was still slightly shy about his art. it was your goal to get him to open up more.

you smiled kindly, “tell me about it.”

his eyes lit up, “really?”

you nodded.

and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. 

“okay, so i was thinking that the theme for this would be…” he turned his tablet to you, talking quickly and avidly with excitement. you watched fondly as he grinned, telling you about all his thoughts. “and for the colors, i was wondering if red or blue would compliment this part better…?”

he paused, as he noticed your silence and your eyes staring at him. he looked at you with a slight blush, “is something the matter?”

“no, you’re just cute like this,” you whispered. "can i kiss you?" he paused and slowly nodded. with your heart beating fast, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. 

he was frozen, his lips parted. he stared at you speechless for quite a while.

“uh-” he stuttered. “so, r-red or blue?”

you glared.

“kiss.”

“okay, kiss it is then,” he laughed as he pulled you in against him.

chanhee (him)

chanhee had asked when he wanted to initiate the first kiss. it was because when you two were friends, you had ranted to him about how important it was to ask first. he must’ve remembered what you said for a very long time until he finally asked you out.

it all occurred on a peaceful walk in the park, late at night.

you both walked side by side. you turned to him.

“do you think that water is wet?”

he paused, looking at you with a slightly pained glare. 

“what?”

“what,” you giggled. “i was curious.”

“hm,” he thought for a moment. he looked at you with a surprised look. “actually, i don’t know?”

you nodded enthusiastically, “yeah, because water itself is-”

you paused because you had noticed that he was looking at you with a small smile.

“...chanhee?”

“you look so beautiful right now,” he said quietly, his voice resonating in the peaceful, quiet atmosphere.

you immediately felt yourself get flustered, as you pushed him away. he only continued to gaze at you with kind eyes, which you continued to shy away from.

he laughed, pulling you back in by grabbing your hand.

“hey, y/n.”

you stopped, looking at him again. he looked pretty like this, “hm?”

he looked nervous for a second, as he slightly bit his lip.

“can i… kiss you?”

your eyes widened with surprise as you felt your heart rate speed up. it was then that you realized that he remembered what you said a long, long time ago.

“yes!” you laughed. “yes, yes of course!” you practically jumped with excitement.

he laughed too, blushing, “okay, let me just-” and he leaned down, pulling you in by the waist to plant a short kiss on your lips. he pulled away quickly, blushing furiously.

you stared at him with awe. he stared back at you. and then, the two of you burst out giggling as you hugged each other tightly.

changmin (him)

your first kiss with changmin was as romantic as you had imagined. you’ve always dreamed of your first kiss with him to be perfect and he met those expectations both flawlessly and unexpectedly.

it all happened on a simple and cute library date.

you were focused, finishing up some of your work on the computer. it was quiet but a comfortable atmosphere as he sat beside you flipping through books for his own entertainment.

you startled slightly when you heard him close the book with a light slam. you turned to him. he looked cute that day, his round glasses on and a cute sweater on. 

he looked at you with kind eyes, “i need to find more books, wanna come with me?” he paused. “or are you still busy?”

you immediately shook your head. 

“no, i like spending extra time with you.”

he smiled shyly at that response. 

he took you throughout the library, weaving in and out through the various rows. you followed closely behind. he finally stopped at one section.

“this one…” he pointed at a red book and then he pointed at a book that was further away. “oh, and this one. can you help me?” he looked at you with sparkly, wide eyes you could feel yourself melt.

you nodded, cheeks flushing as you approached it. but it was then that you realized that the book was high up. very high up. you reached your arms up and tried to grab it but failed multiple times. you didn’t want him to notice so you kept on trying silently.

until you felt a presence behind you. he easily leaned over you to grab it. you took in a small gasp as you quickly turned around. he was so, so close to your face you could feel your heart beating.

he gazed at you, “ah, y/n…” you gulped.

and then he leaned in, kissing you as fireworks exploded in your stomach. he pulled away slowly, his eyes practically turning into heart-eyes.

but then, he shrieked, slapping his hand over his mouth.

“i should’ve asked first!” he exclaimed, slightly muffled.

you laughed, hugging him, “it’s fine, kiss me again?”

he laughed mischievously.

“changmin-”

you laughed, hugging him, “it’s fine, kiss me again?”

he laughed mischievously. 

“changmin-”

#the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #the boyz x reader #tbz imagines #tbz fluff #juyeon fluff #juyeon x reader #kevin moon fluff #kevin moon x reader #chanhee x reader #chanhee fluff #changmin fluff #changmin x reader #imagines 💞

[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Long Distance: Dean Winchester x Reader

WC: 1468

Summery: An online dating app leads to a long-distance relationship.

Part 1. Part 2

Warning: None, not proofread!

Honestly, it was a stupid idea. What hunter does online dating? What hunter goes on an app designed to help caregivers and age regressors meet? He must be the dumbest hunter to exist.

However, here he was setting up a profile. Username: Impala79. Likes: Pie, Cars, and Mythology. The questions continued on, luckily all were easy. The website didn’t require a profile picture, even showing distaste for the idea, as to “allow you to meet someone without the constraints of social beauty standards”.

When the profile was done being set up, he was allowed to swipe through content. The app expanded past being a matching app, it had a marketplace designed for age regression, some general group chats, some blogs, and one-on-one chats. Dean clicked onto a few blogs and liked a couple, before clicking onto a small blog that was just a bunch of drawings. After looking through the blog, he realized it was an age regressors coloring book for when they were big and little. There were many little coloring books, where the colours went through the lines, and big space portraits drawn of actors and mythical beasts, where everything was perfect.

Dean couldn’t help but follow and like, it was so cute to see how proud the little one was of all of their art. Halfway through his scrolling through the blog, Sam came slamming into his room with a case. A simple salt and burn, a quick in and out less than an hour away. 

With everyone packed, they rushed to the ghost haunting. Dean was completely unaware of the new message on his account, or the nervous fidgeting of the sender at the fact he hadn’t replied in the first few hours. Sam watched as Dean complained about wanting to go home the second they arrived at the house being haunted by an angry old lady. However, the whining did not last long as the case was solved with ease, and they left before sunset.

Dean was freshly showered and laying in his bed, opening his laptop to scroll through his newly found profile some more. Shock washed over him as he saw two notifications, both from the art blog’s owner, (Your Username). They followed him and sent a message. 

(Y/U): Hiya! Thank you so much for the follow and likes! I see you like pies and mythology, SO COOL! I love mythology, but I always want to learn more! :))

Dean: Hey Sweetheart, all your drawings are so pretty. Like seeing how you draw banshees, looks like you saw one in real life lol. Maybe one day I could get a drawing from you?

The message was sent, however, now it was late. They most likely would be asleep if they were a good little (girl/boy/one). So Dean closed the laptop again, nervous to see the response in the morning. Intrusive thoughts crept in ‘what if he crossed a line’ or ‘what if they don’t reply’. Dean decided to roll over and shove his face into the pillow, and pretended to disappear.

The alarm clock blares, it was 10:30 am. When did Dean set this alarm? Why would he set this alarm? Realization crept in, Sam must have set it when Dean was busy showering the day prior. Dean got up slowly, moaning and groaning due to his sleepy state. Wrapping himself in a robe, and trudged towards the kitchen, a scowl etched on his face.

“Good to see you up before noon!” Sam said, sitting at the kitchen table with his computer looking for cases. 

“Only cause of you, Jerk!” Dean grunted, flinging open the fridge doors in hopes of finding something delicious. All he found was what he considered to be ‘rabbit food’, luckily for him, there was a fresh pot of coffee right next to the fridge, which he quickly spotted. He poured himself a cup and sat down in front of Sam. Silently sipping his coffee glaring at the computer sam was using. 

Once the cup of coffee was gone and the liquid gold was circulating in Dean’s veins, his eyes shot wide open. He realized the age regressor he messaged with last night, most likely replied and was waiting for his reply. With no hesitation, Dean stood up, through his mug in the sink, and ran full force out of the kitchen towards his room. Nothing was going to get in the way of his responding to the tiny artist that messaged him the day before. His computer was flung open and the profile was opened. One notification.

(Y/U): Good morning!!! Sorry, I fell asleep really early last night… Thank you so much! I work really hard on my art, I usually use old mythology books to draw them! I would love to draw for you one day! Anyways what are you up to today? :))

Dean: Hey, no worries. Glad you got some needed sleep. I’m not planning much, might go to a local diner or drive a little unless I get called into work. What about you?

The message was barely sent before it was marked as read and a bubble with three dots popped up. Soon their message popped up.

(Y/U): I did all my work already, so now I get to watch tv and relax. I might ummm you know, then color and watch my little pony or something like that…

Dean: a little shy about your regression? 

(Y/U): Yeah… It’s different posting about it than talking about it one-on-one with someone. Ya know?

Dean: We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want. But you should know I would love to get to know little you along with big you…

(Y/U): Really?

Dean: Really. 

After that, the two continued talking for hours over the next few days. The pair had grown comfortable to the point where they could share just about anything. However, hunting was kept secret. Soon with their close bond, they were messaging for a month.

Dean: Hey little one, do you have a PO box? I have something I really wanna send to you

(Y/U): No PO box, but here is my address (address)

Dean: Baby, don’t go sending your address to everyone okay?

(Y/O): Okay, only sending it to you!

Dean: Good, you are such a smart little one, aren’t you?

(Y/O): mhmm, are you good to call tonight?

Dean: I am unless I get called into work.

(Y/O): okay…

The two went about their days until the clock hit 8 pm. Dean's phone began ringing.

“Hello, this is Dean speaking,” Dean grumbled, not wanting to be called into a case. However, his demeanor suddenly shifted as a light giggle-filled his ears. 

“Your voice is deeper than I expected…” The voice was small and shaky. (Y/N) was obviously very nervous about being on call with him for the first time. 

“You sound just as sweet as I expected,” Dean chuckled, and the other end giggled again. “How was your day, sweetheart?” 

“It was good but long… I wanna be little but I should finish up this spreadsheet, then I’ll have all of tomorrow off…” They sighed, struggling to stay big with all the work left to do. “Sorry, how-”

“How much do you have left to do?” Dean asked as he lay back on his bed. 

“I think 15 minutes more, it's just hard cause I’m feeling so out of it…” They mumbled.

“Sweetheart, you work really hard for those 15 minutes,” Dean paused for a minute, “and, then, you can be as little as you need, until 9:30.”

“Okay, you’ll stay on the phone with me while I work, right?” The whisper was almost desperate.

“Yes, sugar.” 

This simple sentence sent (Y/N) into 15 minutes of hard work. Although, those 15 minutes were filled with mumbled complaints. The completed spreadsheet was marked with an excited squeal.

“I DID IT!” (Y/N) yelled all too loud.

“Indoor voice, little one.”

“Okay… sowwy,” Being tired, slowly slipping into a younger head space caused them to be much more sensitive. (Y/N) was well aware they weren’t in trouble, however, they couldn't help but get teary-eyed.

“Baby, you aren’t in trouble. Just don’t want you to upset your neighbors, or get a sore throat,” Dean gently said to her, “Now you only have an hour and 15 minutes to play before you need to go to sleep so why don’t you put on some of your cartoons and play with your toys?”

“Okie, can you read me a bed time story after?” They felt truly cared for and looked after, like Dean was really their daddy. For now, he was just a friend and babysitter, but (Y/N) decided to let themself imagine for tonight.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x little!reader #age regression fic #little!reader #agere little #age regression #little space #littleone #sfw age regression #x little! reader #supernatural agere #agere #safe agere #sfw agere #sfw little post #sfw little community #sfw little blog

[semiferalstreetcoyote]

ok i wanted to do something for croma week rlly bad and since i'm not that confident in my art skills i wrote a fanfic :) its only about 2k words, i've never really done this before tho so i hope it turned out ok lol (ignore that it’s a day late)

“Did Lord Death really need to rent a venue this far away?”

“Maka, keep your fucking eyes on the road!”

“I wouldn’t need to keep looking back and forth if you read off the directions like you were supposed to!”

Soul grumbled something about the ‘straightforward’ instructions under his breath in reply. When Maka glanced at him, his dirty sneakers that he had insisted on wearing were smudging the dashboard and he was very clearly watching a Minecraft parkour video. Despite the lack of space in the back, she was regretting giving him shotgun privileges. She could have made room somewhere. Overlooking the trunk was too generous a move.

In the rearview mirror she checked on her passengers. Kid sat in the middle seat – the ‘bitch seat’, as Patti refused to stop calling it. Liz and Patti sat on either side in matching white dresses. Their outfits had been painstakingly planned out by Kid weeks in advance. On each side of his chest he wore a perfectly positioned white boutonniere.

“Kid,” Maka asked into the mirror, “why is your dad going to all this trouble? Couldn’t we just do this on school grounds?”

“He mentioned something-or-other about wanting to do ‘something normal’ for the student body. I believe all of this is wildly unnecessary, but… you know Dad.”

“Ah.”

“Maka, that’s – that’s the turn. You’re missing it. Get the – no, the sign with the balloons on it. Maka!”

“I got it! Stop yelling in my damn ear, Soul!”

The venue that Lord Death had chosen was rectangular and beige, with large cardboard letters that spelled ‘PROM’ adorning the entrance. They weren’t lit up and so they loomed in the darkness above the students. Even though the little parking lot, too, was dim, it was clear that most of the spots were taken.

“Maka, your clock reads eight-o’-four,” chirped Kid from the back seat. “Prom started at eight o’ clock. Your clock is fast, right?”

Soul sighed. “Calm down, Kid. Ever heard of being fashionably late? It’s cool.”

“I don’t see what’s ‘cool’ about being late.”

“Yep, that checks out.”

“Frankly, I don’t need somebody who wears Air Jordans to a formal event lecturing me on what’s ‘cool’ and what isn’t.”

“Both of you please shut up.” Maka swerved into a free space at the end of the lot and the jolt, thankfully, quieted the bickering men.

Black Star and Tsubaki stood outside the entrance and greeted the group when they arrived, by leaping up and down and waving, respectively. Soul ran ahead and ended up in a headlock, his friend shaking him around like a dog with a toy. Maka chuckled under her breath. Black Star was Soul’s reason for showing up at the micro-event. Neither of them could miss such a cool, super-cool gathering of coolness.

As soon as Maka stepped inside, she was snow-blind. Had Lord Death decided on ‘the color white’ as the theme? White streamers, white paper lining the floor, and was that a cutout of a polar bear in the corner? It had to be. The disappointment that hit Maka did not seem to affect Soul and Black Star in the slightest. Both of them trotted off to explore. Tsubaki, now separate from her friend, crept up to Maka.

“Hi, Maka.”

“Hi, Tsubaki! How did getting Black Star up here go?”

“He tried to wear one of those dollar sign necklaces. He… has a sense of style!”

Maka grimaced. “He sure has one.”

“Crona is already here, by the way. I saw them in the window while we were waiting for you.”

Maka would have been content staying at home studying the whole night. Crona was her reason to go. Prom was nothing more than an excuse to see the people you adore, after all, and the more time she spent with them, the more her affection grew.

“Really? Where are they?”

“Over there.”

Tsubaki pointed to what appeared to be a snack bar. Crona stood crooked beside a wide punch bowl, observing the dancers on the floor. Tsubaki giggled and threw Maka back to the present. She had been staring.

“Tsubaki, look at them. Look at their bowtie. They’re so cute, I’m… my hands are so sweaty. Ew.” She laughed to herself.

“They really do look nice. You go talk to them. I’m going to say hello to Liz and Patti.”

“Got it. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck! You’ll do just fine.”

Crona spotted Maka after she was already speeding toward them. They jolted and offered an awkward wave hello.

“Crona! Hi! Is it okay if I give you a hug?”

“Oh! Th– that’s fine!”

Maka threw her arms around them in a bear hug. She wasn’t sure if the lavender smell on them was the work of false fragrance or a real plant in their pocket, but she loved it all the same. Their jacket itself was soft. Very soft. She buried her forehead into their shoulder.

“It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too. I, uh… missed you.”

“God, you see her all the time. You saw her two days ago, dumbass.”

Maka forced a smile. “Hi, Ragnarok.”

“Ignore him,” Crona whispered. “Do you like the decorations? It was mostly Marie and me setting them up.”

“They’re nice. I’m, uh… not sure I understand the theme.”

Crona lit up and snatched a solo cup from the table beside them. They filled it with the punch and handed it to Maka.

“Try it. It’ll make sense, I promise.”

“...Oh, it’s coca-cola.”

Crona pointed to the cutout of the polar bear. Up close, Maka could see that someone had draped a scarf around its shoulders.

“Oh my God, is the prom coca-cola bear themed?”

They nodded vigorously. “Marie came up with it after Lord Death bought nothing but white decorations.”

“That’s adorable! I… don’t think anybody’s going to get it, though.”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m over here, so I can explain it to anyone who doesn’t know.”

Maka squinted. “Your plan is to be over here, pouring soda for everyone the whole time?”

“Um… yes?”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather tag along with me instead?”

Maka saw Crona begin to blush. The abundance of black blood let off a gray color instead of the typical red. Crona looked back and forth; the confidence that they once held had evaporated into the stuffy room.

“Are you sure that I wouldn’t bother you, or anything?”

“Of course you wouldn’t bother me. Actually, I’d really like to spend time with you.”

Crona agreed, thankfully, because Maka’s face burnt and she was not entirely sure what she would say if they had any other doubts. Together they said hello to the chaperones – Marie, Sid, Stein, and Naigus, each of them commenting on the secret theme and Crona’s involvement – and bounced between Tsubaki’s group and the snack bar. Despite the attractions and the people to spend time with, Maka’s attention remained consistently fixed upon Crona.

They had been engaged in this routine for an hour until the dj’s cacophonous dance music was abruptly replaced by some 80s love ballad that Maka couldn’t remember the name of. From the snack bar, they watched groups break off into pairs or cluster at the back of the room.

“The music’s quieter now,” noted Crona.

“Yeah. It’s so that everyone who brought a date can, well… have their date. It’s the whole reason couples come here, anyway.”

“Oh.”

She took a deep breath and wiped her palms onto her dress. “Do you want to dance with me, Crona?”

Crona froze, their mouth open, a small pretzel still in their hand. “Are you- are you sure that you want to? With me? I - I’ve never really done this before and I don’t want to ruin–”

“I’m sure. I’ve kind of been hoping that I’d get to dance with you since I got here.”

Crona’s whole face bore smudges of gray, like charcoal. They scratched the back of their neck and, with great care, held out their hand for Maka. She took it.

“Awh, your hands are sweaty, too!”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay! I don’t mind, I promise.”

After a few failed attempts at a traditional dance, the pair decided that the best course of action would be to follow the precedent set by the other couples and rock back and forth holding each other. Maka could hear Crona’s heartbeat even over the music. Every once in a while they asked for some form of confirmation – was Maka comfortable, was she still okay with it, and so on – and each time, she reassured them.

“I’ve been having a really good time with you,” she whispered during the song’s closing solo.

“Yeah. This is really nice… thank you for dancing with me, Maka.”

“Mhm! Like I said, I really wanted to.”

Crona just smiled and pulled Maka closer. What was once a loud growl of dozens of people talking throughout the room had died down to a distant humming. She could focus on them, their texture, their smell, everything. Nobody else existed.

The song changed from classic rock back to modern pop and the roar started up again. Maka looked around at the groups of friends reclaiming the dance floor, and among them, she spotted Black Star and Soul dancing – perhaps they thought that they were on fire and they were flailing in fear. That would explain quite a bit.

“These idiots,” she scoffed.

“Hey, Casanova,” Ragnarok sneered, “Why don’t you take your lady friend upstairs?”

“Oh, no, they said not to go up there.”

“Come on, I’m trying to do you a favor here!”

“Ragnarok, shut the fuck up.” Maka looked from the vile little ghoulie back to Crona. “What’s upstairs?”

“Oh, it’s just the roof. Marie said not to let anyone up there because someone could fall.”

She side-eyed Black Star, who was doing some sort of dance that involved clenching his hands into fists and wiggling his arms very very fast. “Did she name any names?”

Crona seemed to see, too. They winced. “I guess that rule was probably for him. It’s so loud in here… we can go up there, if you want. So we can hear each other better. I don’t think that would be against the rules.”

They snuck through the stairwell door after Crona revealed its location – obscured behind one of the bear cutouts. Outside, nothing could be heard of the party except for a muffled beat. Nothing could be felt except for a cool night breeze. Against the horizon, turbines whirred valiantly in the darkness. Both of them sat down side by side in the middle of the roof.

“This is much better,” sighed Maka.

“Mm.”

“Are you okay?”

“Just happy. This past…well, everything has been really nice. Thanks for hanging out with me, Maka.”

“Of course. You don’t have to keep thanking me.” She grinned and nudged their shoulder.

“Sorry. Habit. I just don’t know how to say it. Being with you at the DWMA has been… I’ve been happy. Especially because of you. You’re amazing. I really… I really like you.”

“I really like you, too. You’re one of the bravest people I know.” She was smiling. Her face hurt from it. “Hey. Crona. Look at me, okay?”

“Hm?”

Maka leaned in. She waited, in case Crona wanted to pull away, and when they only leaned closer she held their jawline and kissed them. A second later it was over, and she was staring into their eyes again. Those eyes sparkled like lightning in the desert.

“Hi.” They said after a sizeable trail of stammering.

She giggled. “Hi.”

For a time – there was no way to be certain whether it was minutes or hours – Maka leaned against their shoulder and the two of them spoke in whispers while they looked at the stars. The kiss seemed to give Crona a second wind of courage and they had their free arm caressing Maka’s.

“The others and I are going to go to my place after this and watch a movie,” she said. “I’d really like it if you came.”

“Are you sure they wouldn’t mind?”

“Are you kidding? They all like you. Even Kid.”

“Mm.” They smiled. “I’ll come with you, then.”

A coyote cried out somewhere in the distance.

“All of this really has been great. Even the shitty music and the coke bear theme.”

“Your lips tasted like coke when you kissed me.”

Maka laughed. “Well, there’s worse things, I guess.”

It was almost midnight when Soul and Black Star lost their energy at the dance. They were some of the last to leave apart from the chaperones themselves. What this meant was a lot of barefoot waiting in the car for Maka, Crona, Kid, Liz, and Patty.

“Okay, we’ve gotten through… fourteen songs waiting,” sighed Liz. “Any requests for the fifteenth?”

“I don’t think I know any more songs,” said Crona.

“Really? That’s tragic. Liz, play something classic,” Kid ordered.

“Classic or classical? I can never tell with you.”

“Wait, hold on!” Maka gripped the steering wheel. “Here he comes!”

Soul walked across the parking lot, his tie undone and his shoelaces spilling over the pavement. He was a mess. He staggered to the shotgun door and opened it, only noticing too late how it was occupied.

“What? Crona? Huh. Would you mind moving over?”

“Sorry, Soul. You snooze, you lose.” Maka smiled. “You’ll just have to sit somewhere else.”

“Wh–? There’s no more seats. Where am I going to sit?”

“Well, there’s always the trunk.”

#croma #cromaka #croma week #cromaweek #maka albarn #crona gorgon #crona x maka #soul eater #this was so much fun to write tbh #no angst just fluff #croma week fanfiction #soul eater fanfiction #lowkey just filled in some of the dialogue with shit i would do with my bf #hiii spence

[wingedblooms]

Seed of power

This is a Maasverse post, and as such, there are spoilers for all Maas series. Proceed with caution.

In the tog series, we learn the art of shifting from Cyrene, a spider who weaves silk as colorful as the thread of Hope and devours dreams and life and joy. Manon calls Cyrene sister, as both share demon (Valg) blood, and the spider confirms that they are two faces of the same dark coin; sisters in spirit, if not in flesh (hof). Manon steals the silk for her wyvern and Cryene later tracks her down through scent alone in the form of a Crochan witch, which is how she finds herself at the mercy of Dorian’s curiosity. 

She’d returned to her human form, her dark hair tangled, bundled in a Crochan cloak. As if one of them had taken pity on her. Not realizing the hunger in Cyrene’s eyes wasn’t for the goat stew.

Dorian kept his stance relaxed, even as he asked again, “Where does the shifting come from inside you?”

Cyrene angled her head as if listening to something. “It was strange, mortal king, to find that I had a new place within me with the return of magic. To find that something new had taken root.” Her small hand drifted to her middle, just above her navel. “A little seed of power. I will the shift, think of what I wish to be, and the change starts within here first. Always, the heat comes from here.” The spider settled her stare on him. “If you wish to be something, king-with-no-crown, then be it. That is the secret to the shifting. Be what you wish.” (koa)

-

Dorian put a hand on his stomach, despite the layers of clothes and cloak. Only toned muscle greeted him. “Is that what you do to summon the change: first think of what you want to become?”

“With limits. I need a clear image within my mind, or else it will not work at all.”

“So you cannot change into something you have not seen.”

“I can invent certain traits—eye color, build, hair—but not the creature itself.” A hideous smile bloomed on her mouth. “Use that lovely magic of yours. Change your pretty eyes,” the spider dared. “Change their color.” (koa)

-

Cyrene chuckled. “Do not think of the eye color so much as demand it.”

“How did you learn this without instruction?”

“The power is in me now,” the spider said simply. “I listened to it.” (koa)

This conversation between Cyrene and Dorian reminded me of the line of inquiry Elain pursues with Amren in acofas.

Mor opened her mouth, laughter dancing on her face, but Elain asked, “Could you have done it? Decided to take a male form?”

The question cut through the laughter, an arrow fired between us. 

Amren studied my sister, Elain’s cheeks red from our unfiltered talk at the table. “Yes,” she said simply. “Before, in my other form, I was neither. I simply was.” 

“Then why did you pick this body?” Elain asked, the faelight of the chandelier catching in the ripples of her golden-brown braid. 

“I was more drawn to the female form,” Amren answered simply. “I thought it was more symmetrical. It pleased me.” 

[...]

And Elain asked, “And once you were in this body, you couldn’t change?” 

Amren’s eyes narrowed slightly. I straightened, glancing between them. Unusual, yes, for Elain to be so vocal, but she’d been improving. Most days she was lucid—perhaps quiet and melancholy, but aware. 

Elain, to my surprise, held Amren’s gaze. 

Amren said after a moment, “Are you asking out of curiosity for my past, or your own future?”

The question left me too stunned to even reprimand Amren. The others, too. 

Elain’s brow furrowed before I could leap in. “What do you mean?”

“There’s no going back to being human, girl,” Amren said, perhaps a tad gently. (acofas)

There’s no going back to being human unless Elain possesses the power to walk in another’s skin, to shape-shift, like Cyrene. Two key parts of Cyrene’s explanation stood out to me–she relies on her sight as inspiration for shifting and she learned the power that she received in a trade by listening to it. Curiously, those two senses are key parts of Elain’s powers: 

Elain cocked her head, as if listening to some inner voice. “Yes.”

Lucien just stared and stared at my sister, as if he’d never seen her before. (acowar)

-

Elain had been told—by Amren. She now sat at the table, more straight-backed and clear-eyed than I’d seen her. Had she beheld this, in whatever wanderings that new, inner sight granted her? Had the Cauldron whispered of it while we’d been away? I hadn’t the heart to ask her. (acowar)

Could Elain have learned how to wield her powers from the Cauldron’s whisperings? She is as curious as Dorian and often asks questions, learning without formal training. Could she even possess raw magic, the ability to shape her own magic and destiny? The Cauldron did give her such powers:

The Cauldron seemed to realize what she’d done, too, as his head thumped onto the mossy ground. That Elain … Elain had defended this thief. Elain, who it had gifted with such powers, found her so lovely it had wanted to give her something… It would not harm Elain, even in its hunt to reclaim what had been taken. (acowar)

And rather than referring to these powers as “Sight,” Amren is also strangely vague about the nature and extent of Elain’s powers. 

“And do not forget that Nesta herself—and Elain, with whatever powers she has—is here. Feyre is here. All three sisters blessed by fate and gifted with powers to match your own.” (acosf)

If Nesta and Amren shared otherworldly eyes, might Elain and Amren share otherworldly forms as their parallel dinner conversation suggests? Rhys conveniently draws the connection between them for us again: 

“Some were as lovely as you, Elain,” Rhys said from beside Feyre, “from the outside. But once they set foot into the arena of battle, they became as bloodthirsty as Amren.” (acosf)

We see Amren’s bloodthirsty form unleashed on the battlefield, drinking in the deaths of those who run from her.

She exploded from that mortal shell, light blinding us. Light and fire. 

She was roaring—in victory and rage and pain. And I could have sworn I saw great, burning wings, each feather a simmering ember, spread wide. Could have sworn a crown of incandescent light floated just above her flaming hair.

She spread those wings, flame and light rippling to encompass her, no more than a burning behemoth that swept down upon Hybern’s armies. They began running. 

Amren came down on them like a hammer, raining fire and brimstone.

She swept through them, burning them, drinking in their death. Some died at the mere whisper of her passing. (acowar)

Amren behaves like an otherworldly bird of prey, and since running activates a predator’s hunting instincts, Rhys tells allies not to run. Like Amren, Elain may also transform into a flying predator (owl, witch, Illyrian, sphinx…if she’s a full-powered shape-shifter, the sky is the limit…or is it? More on that in Groundings.)

@truthflower19 suggested that Elain’s powers could also be connected to Ragana, a witch in Baltic mythology with the power of Sight and shape-shifting abilities. It seems like Ragana was conflated with Laima, or Laumé, at some point, and referred to as laumé-ragana. Laumé were woodland fairies (or maybe even a benevolent deity) who were associated with pregnant women, birth, and fate; they could take different forms or change others into different forms. Laumé were also associated with domesticity and had a talent for weaving, which brings us back to shapeshifting. 

His magic could leap between one element and another, yet the ability to shift lay within something else entirely. Lay within a part of him that had always yearned for one thing above all others: to let go. To be free. As Temis, Goddess of Wild Things, was free—uncaged. As he had once wished to be, when he had been little more than a reckless, idealistic prince. 

It was the magic’s sole command: let go. Let go of who and what he’d become since that collar and emerge into something new, something different.

[...]

“What are you trying to turn into, exactly? Or who?” 

The opposite of what he was. The opposite of the man who’d overlooked Sorscha’s presence for years. And offered her only death in the end. He’d be glad to let go of it, if only the magic would allow him. 

“Nothing,” he said. Many of the Thirteen and Crochans went back to their meager meals at his dull response. “I just want to see if it’s possible, for someone with my manner of magic. To even change small features.” Not a lie, not entirely. 

Manon frowned, as if trying to work out some puzzle she couldn’t quite grasp.

 “But were you to succeed,” Glennis pressed, “who would you wish to be?” 

He didn’t know. Couldn’t conjure an image beyond empty darkness. Damaris, at his side, would have no answer, either. 

Dorian peered inward, feeling the sea of magic that roiled inside him. He traced its shape with careful, invisible hands. Followed a thread within himself not to his gut, but to his still-cracked heart. Who do you wish to be? There, like the seed of power that Cyrene had stolen, it lay—the little snarl in his magic. Not a snarl, but a knot—a knot in a tapestry. One that he might weave. 

One he might fashion into something if he dared. 

Who do you wish to be? he asked the barely woven tapestry within himself. Let the threads and knots take form, crafting the picture within his mind. Starting small. 

Glennis chuckled. “Your eyes are green now, king.” Dorian started, heart thundering. The others again halted their lunches, gaping, some leaning in to peer at him more closely. But he fed his magic into the loom within himself, adding to the emerging picture. 

“Och, golden hair does not suit you at all.” Asterin grimaced. “You look sickly.” 

Who did he wish to be? Anyone but himself. But what he’d become. (koa)

Dorian wishes to become something different. In order to change his outward appearance, he peers inward and weaves a picture in his mind. Rhysand uses similar language to consider the possibility of Elain’s transformation: 

He surveyed the study as he thought. “But I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she’d disappoint you all.” He sighed toward the ceiling. “With time and safety, perhaps we’ll see a different side of her emerge.” (Feysand bonus) 

It’s interesting that her physical appearance is emphasized and remarked upon repeatedly, including the scene in which she is Made.

More water than seemed possible dumped out in a cascade. Black, smoke-coated water. And Elain, as if she’d been thrown by a wave, washed onto the stones facedown. 

Her legs were so pale—so delicate. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen them bare.

The queens pushed forward. Alive, she had to be alive, had to have wanted to live— 

Elain sucked in a breath, her fine-boned back rising, her wet nightgown nearly sheer. And as she rose from the ground onto her elbows, the gag in place, as she twisted to look at me— Nesta began roaring again. 

Pale skin started to glow. Her face had somehow become more beautiful—infinitely beautiful, and her ears … Elain’s ears were now pointed beneath her sodden hair. (acomaf)

Elain’s primary asset, as a proper lady, is her beauty, and it has functioned as a cage of sorts, which is why it’s interesting her mother says this: 

Elain is pleasant to look at, her mother had once mused while Nesta sat beside her dressing table, a servant silently brushing her mother’s gold-brown hair, but she has no ambition. She does not dream beyond her garden and pretty clothes. She will be an asset on the marriage market for us one day, if that beauty holds, but it will be our own maneuverings, Nesta, not hers, that win us an advantageous match. (acofas)

This statement is ominous, but it follows the ponderings of Rhys and Feyre in their bonus chapter. We will see a different side (or form?) emerge and it won’t be as innocent or sweet as expected. 

Dorian references the Goddess of Wild Things in his thoughts about shape-shifting. As @psychologynerd and I discussed, Temis is an interesting word choice on Sarah’s part. Themis is the Greek goddess of law and order, and she is associated with oracles and prophecies. Perhaps it isn’t a coincidence that many of those with Sight navigate different forms. They are connected to the gods, whose own forms are fluid. Elain’s Sight could certainly help her shape-shift, providing many images from which she can weave a new form. 

The use of weaving in Dorian’s informal lesson reminds me of Elain’s presence in the weaver scene with Feyre in acofas. She is openly curious about the weaver’s ability to create Void (darkness) and Hope (iridescent light). @silverlinedeyes wondered a long time ago if Elain could use this woven Void to shadow walk in her story, and I have a few related ideas on how it might be wielded. The first relates to shifting form, and the second involves moving like a force as Urd does (more on the latter in the Song of the wind and Groundings). If Elain can weave a new form, like the goddess of fate, how might this power manifest? Is she a full-powered shape-shifter? 

For a breath she wished for a shape-shifter’s heart so she could shed her skin and weave herself into something else, the music or the wind, and blow across the world. (hof)

Full-powered shape-shifters can replicate someone’s form, making it an incredibly powerful ability. Shape-shifters are spies and thieves and assassins. 

A sly cat’s glance in Aelin’s direction. Rowan, seated on Aedion’s right, cocked his head to the side. “Do you need an introduction?” Lysandra’s smile grew. “I like your fangs,” she said sweetly. Aelin choked on her grape. Of course Lysandra did. Rowan gave a little grin that usually sent Aelin running. “Are you studying them so you can replicate them when you take my form, shape-shifter?” Aelin’s fork froze in midair. “Bullshit,” Aedion said. All amusement had vanished from the courtesan’s face. Shape-shifter.

Holy gods. What was fire magic, or wind and ice, compared to shape-shifting? Shifters: spies and thieves and assassins able to demand any price for their services; the bane of courts across the world, so feared that they’d been hunted nearly to extinction even before Adarlan had banned magic. (qos)

Lysandra, a full-powered shape-shifter, used her gift to survive and found that things came easier to her when she wore more beautiful faces. 

“I used my abilities. Sometimes I was human; sometimes I wore the skins of other street children with high standing in their packs; sometimes I became an alley cat or a rat or a gull. And then I learned that if I made myself prettier—if I made myself beautiful—when I begged for money, it came far faster. I was wearing one of those beautiful faces the day magic fell. And I’ve been stuck in it ever since.” (qos) 

Lysandra’s loss of her true form is an echo of the Hind’s tale of a witch who loses sight of her true self and her true form. Shifting relies on an image in the mind, a memory. And if it is lost–or taken–so is one’s true form.

That was the danger of shifting—that you would forget your real form, because it’s the memory of it that guides the shifting.” (qos)

We have already seen Elain alter her appearance strategically at least once (and likely more than once, as many have theorized) to help others. As someone who is deeply connected to the land, and consistently compared to animals, it would make sense for her to weave a fanged beast form. And this beast form might still love the sun and plants, just like everyone’s favorite flower-smelling wyvern.

Next: Herbs she planted, or how herbs link Elain to witches.

Series: seer. wise woman. witch.

#witch elain #witchy elain #witchy archeron sisters #seed of power #shape-shifting witch #Valg spiders #weaving a new form #acotar witches #tog witches #crescent city witches #maasverse witches #elain archeron

[yunarim]

our rainbow-coloured days will advance forward, so shine forever

❤︎ summary : Yuuka, a completely ordinary magicless girl, finds herself in an incomprehensible predicament. Soulmates appeared in the human world only a few decades ago and still have many inconsistencies, but Yuuka's case, to her dismay, becomes rather unprecedented.

Apparently, her soulmate is waiting for her somewhere beyond this world. ❤︎ tags : female reader, soulmates, reader is yuu, sfw, fluff, pining in some chapters, one character = one soulmate prompt ❤︎ ao3

ִ    ꕤ Light and Daffodils | Jade Leech

⏤ . . . prompt : soulmates have each other’s eye color and see everything in shades of that color  ⏤

Yuuka’s going to be a marvelously talented artist someday, keep that in mind, once said Yuuka’s art teacher.

She enjoyed peaceful evenings where she would find herself standing lost in thoughts in front of an easel, deciding which color palette she should use today to entertain her imagination. Little splash of water in the cup, shapeless stains from a riot of colors rolled out on the surface, while a splendid landscape unfolded on the easel. 

Everyone praised her as a prodigy in arts. And maybe she really was, but a glimpse of sadness always remained in her works, as if ink stains accidentally dropped on the completed art, not exactly ruining her efforts, but rather inverting them into something unpredictable, erasing her original intention. 

Academic painting was her prerogative, something she was proud of. Strictly aligned strings formed architectural wonders, perfectly straight lines looked as if being calculated in some sort of a computer program. 

Despite showing an excellent performance in academic painting , fine arts and especially landscape painting stood athwart in her list of achievements.

“Now, mix blue and red.”

She was twelve by the time she realized that both blue and red were undefined for her. How did blue contradicted red? What kind of result would she expect to witness after mixing two colors?

“Before you do it, tell what color you will get in your opinion.” 

No matter how she tried mixing them, experimenting with the amount of paint, with sequencing, with adding too much water or adding just a little, maybe even adding none, but in the very end it appeared irrelevant. 

“I’m sorry, teacher, I don’t get the color.”

She did see the world in two particular colors she didn’t know the names of. Despite teachers’ attempts at trying to explain to her which color is which and how to imagine it she still couldn’t bring herself to figure it out. Was the water deep blue or light green? And how do people divide shades and hues? What was darker and what was lighter ⏤ oh, she didn’t see it coming, bewailing the fact she couldn’t understand colors, a huge part of human being’s life.

All in all, living with world perception divided into only two shades Yuuka couldn’t even describe wasn’t something lamenting for a long time worthy in her eyes.

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“So, every dorm has its own representative color. Which one do you prefer the most by color, Yuuka?”

Trey was describing the NRC dormitory system to her quite politely and in much detail, while she listened, nodding in order to show she hasn’t lost her concentration. Ace and Deuce threw curious glances at her, as if hinting she better choose Heartslabyul as her fave.

“Oh,” she forced a smile. “I prefer not to be biased in such things as colors. Your dorms were based on outstanding individuals’ personality traits, if I were to choose, then I would dwell on such matters instead.”

 “Woah, being quite a thoughtful young lady, are you?” Cater flashed her a smile, giggling. “Alright, what’s your bias for now?”

“Heartslabyul obvi,” Ace added, chuckling. “I mean girl, you’ve been hanging out with us for such a long time I already consider you my another sibling.” 

“Nice try,” Yuuka smirked, actually admitting Heartslabyul guys helped her a lot, not to mention the ADeuce duo who she adored the most. “But actually…”

“No, don’t say it if it isn’t us, I’m not in the mood of having a heartbreak today!” Deuce complained. 

“#Heartbroken #Yuuka_to_the_betrayal #Friendship_ruined… And sent. That’s it, Yuuka-chan!” Cater put a lot of crying emojis to emphasize how woeful it was. 

She shrugged it off, but laughing even still, genuinely enjoying their reactions and feeling herself purely loved by her friends, a warm gentle sensation blooming in her chest.

“As much as I adore you, gotta be honest here. Octavinelle piqued my interest…”

Suddenly Yuuka felt something heavy perched on her shoulders, making her gasp and startle, almost dropping the sandwich she was eating. She tilted her head, turning to her peacebreaker. 

“How sweet of you to say such thing, Little Shrimpie~”

A tall boy was hugging Yuuka… no, rather than a simple hug that felt like a firm squeeze instead, and as much as she enjoyed hugging and being hugged, that was a little too much. She moved, so a stranger boy could sit beside her, and he did just so, not letting go of her and enjoying the way her body felt in his arms. Squishy and nice, what a cute shrimp!

“And you are?” Ace gave the new boy a questioning look, not really appreciating him hugging his best friend so nonchalantly as if they were childhood friends or something. 

“Meh, what’s with your reaction, Crabby. I’m Floyd.”

Not satisfied with something that couldn’t even be named as an introduction, Ace clicked on his tongue and noticed how unbothered Yuuka was, occupied with observing the guy’s face instead of actually listening.

“Floyd Leech, the second-year student from Octavinelle,” Trey gave an introduction instead, and Yuuka finally pulled off from his tight grip on her. “Although usually he can be seen with his brother and Azul.”

“Jade’s off to help Azul today at the Lounge, something urgent came up.”

“Doesn’t that mean you need to help them too?..” Trey suggested. 

“Nah, not feeling like it,” Floyd brushed it off, sighing. “They’re doing boring stuff while you’re having fun with such cute Little Shrimpie! Besides, she kinda looks like me.”

“How come?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Your eye color, Shrimpie~ Don’t you see yours and mine are quite similar?”

Yuuka shivered as he said it so casually. So their eyes are similar? She knew her own eyes were colored differently, one was quite of a darker tone than another, and yet how colors worked was still a mystery veiled in a fata morgana.

“Oh Sevens, do you actually come from our world, Yuuka-chan?” Cater gasped dramatically. “Do you go by the Leech surname?”

A little strained laugh escaped her lips as she really wondered, what shades on the palette would she choose to draw herself?

“Maybe Shrimpie was our long ago lost sister, hehe!” Floyd cupped her face in his hands, large palms covering her cheeks and poking it slightly, sparkles of amusement glimmering in his eyes of unknown color. 

“Indeed, identical twins are supposed to have almost no differences, but Jade has different eye color…” Trey said, noticing how Yuuka jolted at his statement. “Ah, sorry, Yuuka, I’m just joking.”

“No, no, it’s okay, I was just surprised… You know, what a coincidence, huh?.. Ha-ha… ha.”

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Jade wondered if he was even Floyd’s real brother just once in his whole lifetime. 

An itching feeling in his left eye occurred once he was trying to persuade someone. The day his unique magic was discovered he realized there was something wrong. 

Sea waters always struck with their pristine pulchritude, such a magnificent scenery unfolding before Jade, never failing to daze him. Obscure to him was the fact the scenery, the sea, the world itself was trapped in one color. Although Jade seemed to entertain the thought he loved that pretty shade the world was devoured in. 

How fancy was it to realize that it wasn’t just sea waters which were inveigled in one particular hue. Human lands weren’t the exception, also possessing the same color he was percepting his whole life.

“Your eyes are disgusting, never speak to me again, you monster.”

People tend to say peculiar things when they’re facing the truth, even if forcefully. 

Jade himself acted rather amusing when he figured out he was different from Floyd. His eyes. Floyd was often told he looks scary with those two-colored eyes of his, while Jade was referred to as calm, collected and sometimes even welcoming.

Wasn’t it curious?..

No mountain could entertain him as much as soulmates phenomena did. Merfolks usually have something attached to their voice when human beings possess a wide variety of bond shapes, having fun with guessing how to trace their soulmates and finally meet their kindred spirits. Ah, curious indeed. 

But then again, he had a life of his own to maintain, and searching for a soulmate wasn’t his top priority until Floyd showed up in a giddy mood, his interest index escalating rapidly to the stars. 

 “Jade!!~ Go see Shrimpie!”

“Not so appropriate wording choice, Floyd,” Jade sighed, checking out consignment notes once more. “I haven’t encountered her yet to see a young human lady so casually. Besides,” he chuckled, an obscure smile on his face.

“Whaaat!”

“Why would I?”

“Don’t be boring, Jade! You just have to see her eyes.”

Little did Floyd know that Jade couldn’t even guess her eye color. 

“Her eyes are the same color as mine! It’s so cool, she’s like our human sister, hehe~~”

Jade flinched, but Floyd hardly noticed, more being carried away by talking about his new friend. Wouldn't that make her rather entertaining in that case?..

“Interesting how we have a sister from another world then.”

“So you are curious about her if you know she’s not from our world~”

Avoiding admitting it would be just suspicious at this rate, Jade thought and sighed in defeat, nodding slightly. 

Yuuka did piqued his interest. 

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Jade didn’t intend to encounter Yuuka like that, being dragged into Mostro Lounge due to Ace and Deuce shenanigans and not enjoying the thought of making a deal with Azul after hearing not so pleasant things about pacts with him. 

And yet maybe such a prompt was the most suitable for them to meet.

His attire was stunning and neat, his hair arranged in a pretty way, and the color of the world was especially beautiful today as if hinting at something peculiar to happen.

Yuuka entered their establishment, all furious and obviously not in the mood of meeting someone predestined today, but genuinely tried to collect her thoughts and regain composure, clearing her throat and seeing Jade coming her way.

“Welcome, dear customer,” he bowed at her, trying to ignore the rapidly increasing heart rate he was denying. “How can I be of help?”

Jade straightened up and looked her straight in the eyes. It was as if a shock wave went through his body, knocking the ground out from under his feet and pushing all the air out of his lungs, forcing him to open his mouth in surprise, mirroring Yuuka, who was also confused and dazed by what was happening.

A great variety of colors erupted before their eyes, filling the world with a kaleidoscope of stunning hues and forcing them to unconsciously blink rapidly at the unaccustomed sensations. 

“I…” Yuuka spoke quietly despite the unimaginably large number of people in the establishment, the world seemed to have shrunk to just the two of them, leaving the rest of the people in silent mode. “Wait…”

“Huh…” 

Jade never felt so surprised in his life. Who knew the world was such a breathtaking sight to witness all along… 

“Y-your eyes…” her lips trembled in excitement. “They’re so marvelously beautiful.”

For the first time in his life Jade saw someone crying while stating such an absurd thing.

Was he even better at this point, trying to cover his watery-eyes and appreciating her own, extraordinarily lovely eyes?��

A deal with Azul was left long forgotten that day.

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“Damn, girl, never knew you were an artist!” 

Ace stared at her painting in awe, amazed by the astonishing dance of colors on her painting, as she smiled genuinely.

Jade bended down to her, his face close to hers, corners of his lips twitching in delight. 

“Have you decided how’d you name it?” Deuce asked, trying to not point out how exceedingly sweet she was behaving with Jade around her.

“Yes,” she answered confidently, making her final brush stroke and turning to Jade behind her.

“Olive green and Summer Daffodil.”

She smiled, looking straight into Jade’s eyes before pressing a light kiss on the corner of his lips and giggling softly. 

Jade caressed her cheek gently, admiring how beautifully her eyes shimmered in the dancing sun rays, the whole world turning into a colorful palette with one look at her. 

“Get a room, you two, that’s so lame!!”

“Aw, don’t whine because you can’t handle how cute we are!~”

“Not only lame, but also cringe.”

"At least you guys haven't experienced your brother getting his eye color back and becoming absolutely identical!"

"You two are incredibly different!!"

Jade watched them fighting a little, then turned to the painting, looking at his portrait she drew, his vision not monocolored anymore, and thought,

his eyes, their shades. Olive green and Summer Daffodil. What a lovely sight to witness, indeed.

❤︎ notes :

song : light and daffodils - lee ho san & lee hyun jin

jade got me jskdajfhuisyhrwihsd so here i am, simping shamelessly sry for not posting for a while, i was busy having a fever, but here i am, alive and kicking, i'm back!!!

© yushiiae 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

#twst #twisted wonderland #jade x reader #jade leech

[littledragondork]

TES Cat AU: Skyrim Thieves Guild

My self indulgent TES Cat art is done, at least my favorite Skyrim Thieves guild NPCs are, Probably gonna’ post the Companions next because I was drawing the Skyrim Dark Brotherhood and for the life of me I couldn’t get Cicero to look right lol, but I’ll take suggestions :3c

(I’m so down with doing the rest of the Skyrim Thieves Guild eventually)

Anyway, my art for Skyrim Cat AU Brynjolf, Karliah and Mercer Frey under the cut, with some design notes :3

I wanted Bryn to be an orange cat, not only because I like orange cats and their low intelligence but because it just made sense. I also wanted him to be one of those massive fluffy cats, the ones that weight like 20lbs/9kg and have more fur than they know what to do with, he’d be 99% fur, go to pet him and your hand is just swallowed by the fur. I made him a mackerel tabby cuz’ I like mackerel tabbies and because they are just super common cat patterns. For a long time I wanted to give Brynjolf Sectoral Heterochromia, which is basically when one eye is 80% one color and has a little dot of another, in this case I wanted brown, but I couldn’t really get it to look right so I ultimately scrapped it.

He also has a docked tail because I liked the idea of all the known Nightingales having something fucked up with their tails.

I also did a little sketch with the thieves guild armor, I think it’ll fit like a harness with a few little pockets and bags. I imagine they’d all have dexterous enough paws where they can make stuff like furniture, buildings, tools, weapons, armor, cook food etc, makes everything a lot easier to me

I imagine all the Nords I’ll draw have ear tufts, extra fluffy paws and long fluffy fur coats, they’d probably slide on ice a lot lol, Think Maine coons, Norwegian forest cats, Siberians. I referenced Maine coons, Lynx and bobcats the most with Bryn here, but he is just a domestic cat.

So, for Karliah (same with all elves tbh) I wanted big ol’ ears, I feel like I could have made them bigger but I decided against it because I didn’t want them to be in the way too much (might change that later though). She is also mostly back cat because I felt it was simple and cute (I have a black kitty and I love her). It’s also not shown here much but she’d have pretty short fur, and a thin and small build, think 10lbs/4.5kg.

Karliah’s tail is shortened and broken (a painless break, the kind that happened as a baby) as to go with ‘all Nightingales have fucked up tails’ deal.

did a more meme-y sketch in this one, I was in a goofy mood and thought it funny how quick both Brynjolf and the Last Dragonborn were to just accept selling their souls.

I imagine all Dunmer would have black or dark grey base coats and those that are tabbies to have them be lighter than the base, so for example a black cat with white stipes or grey with red stripes. They, and all elves will be mostly based on the Oriental Long/short hair cats because of their big ol’ ears and narrow faces but I’ll take creative liberties of course.

Last in this batch is Mercer Frey, I redesigned him at least 8 times, first he was solid grey+ Tuxedo pattern, then he was a dilute grey tabby, then a spotted tabby before I settled on a colorpoint because he was said to be “high born” and coming from a wealthy family, and I was like “hey, colorpoints are fancy cat coats and I can see a rich and powerful family wanting to breed that into their line” and thus Colorpoint Mercer was decided on. I knew 100% I wanted him to be grey because of the whole “grey fox” fan thing he has going on in the game

Seems like every time I would get near him in my playthough, any playthough of Skyrim actually, he’d look at me like I just spat in his drink so I tried to capture that here. Also the Knife cat meme because I thought it fit him.

he doesn’t have a tail because he doesn’t deserve one it’s with the ‘all Nightingales have fucked up tails’ bit.

I also wanted to share my ideas for weapons (still no clue how to do bows) but swords, great swords and daggers, would be little gauntlets made of the specific type of metal that go on the paws, and they would range in size and weight depending on the weapon its based on, so great swords would be huge metal claws while daggers would just be apart of a little leather glove that wraps around the paws. Lots of good ideas cooking up in my Autistic little mind lmao /pos.

I imagine all Bretons will just look like the average street cat, standard issue cats if you will, the common domestic short/long hair, probably have the most diversity in fur patterns and the like.

So that’s what I was able to get done in about about a few hours (with frequent breaks and work in between) A lot of the time was looking at both official art, fanart and the in-game models to get a good sense on the personality (both fandom and canon) and seeing what I can convert more easily to a non-humanoid design, a lot of shape language practice because I like shapes :3

I have a Solid design down for Ulfric but I wanted to do batches with like characters, so all Thieves guild girlies with each other and so all Civil War Girlies with each other, some might be drawn in pairs as well, like Hadvar + Ralof or Vilkas + Farkas.

#sorry if I rambled a lot I was very nervous to post this #i am cringe but i am free #I was a warrior cats kid can you tell? #I am also a furry if it wasn't obvious #If anyone makes this weird I'll kill you myself #my art uwu #TES Cat au #Skyrim #The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim #TES Skyrim #brynjolf #karliah #mercer frey #Elder Scrolls Skyrim #the elder scrolls skyrim #thieves guild #skyrim thieves guild #skyrim fanart #The Elder Scrolls #tes: skyrim #TESV #I want to learn to draw people but man do I also not want to

[chordsykat]

It’s The Revenge of Fanart Free For All!!!

I wanted to do something a little different this time. No colors, just working on some line art so I can focus on some new techniques with pencilling I haven’t used in a long time. BUT I did put some tones into them.

Here they are in “rainbowlogical order” :D

First up, we have @basthr0hmnse​ requesting some cuteness of the Toki/Aero variety! Love that Aero’s so little and so portable even next to a fairly-normal sized guy like Toki :D

@gointothevvater​ wanted some Ceelie arts and couldn’t choose between Mags or Pickles... and neither could I, so you all get both! And hey! Is Magnus back from the dead??? (yes)

And @hercannonyourface​ wanted a Charles but failed to note how naked they wanted him, so here’s a drawing of average-naked Charles!

And when you have a Charles without a jacket, it has to be hung somewhere. So I went ahead and drew one of my favorite things in this world to draw, which is Kris, requested by @cruisingheightswithdragons​ modeling the much-too-big Charles jacket!

A JD was requested by @vicekings​ and who am I to say no to that? Saw some of the horsies back out in the fields by my house for the first time in a while, and decided old Cowboygear (TM) had to be riding one, too!

@failedintsave​ said I should be drawing some Ness and Nita hanging out at one of Vanessa’s yoga classes, and I completely agree! This is definitely a pastime I can see Nita getting really into, with her love of meditation and all.

@exclectical likes reminding me that Skwisgaar gets worried whenever anyone gets hurt and that includes his rival/fuckbuddy when she battles the forces of evil. He gives her cookies BECAUSE DATS AMS WHATS THE REDS CROSS DOES TO CURES BLOODSLOSS.

@garnetcicada wanted a sketch of Wolfgang Vulpes Fox, who has the best name ever and I realized this was the first time I got to draw his very handsome grin... so I went all-in. :3

@fishklok had me choose between Satenik and some MagCharles AND ONCE AGAIN I HONESTLY COULD NOT CHOOSE BETWEEN THE TWO HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE IT IS NOT POSSIBLE! :D Satenik was inspired by the fall leaves (already) blowing by my truck as I made my way up the drive this afternoon. Ah, fall..!

And last but not least, @frienderbender​ wanted to see more Rikki and Nikki and so did I! There’s always room for more RikkiNikki ‘round these parts!

Guys, this was a great time as always. Thank you so much for your prompts. I look forward to the next one and will try to make it happen again as soon as possible! <3

#mtl #mtl oc #dethklok #metalocalypse #free for alllllll #my art

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

Mirror Moon Series Review

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Mirror Moon comic by TOKYOPOP has recently ended. I’ve read through all of my Issues to give this series a proper full review! As always, I’m tagging with #Mirror Moon Spoilers to anyone who’d like to avoid them. This post *WILL* be long, since I’m talking about the entire series, so read the review below!

I want to start off with my pre-ordering experience with this series. Mirror Moon was expected to release in its entirety by October 2021, but kept getting delayed and only officially finished in April 2022(August, if we’re counting the Graphic Novel’s print date). It was irritating to lose money over this series. I hope no one endured the Hell I did with preordering Mirror Moon. Crossing my fingers that TOKYOPOP improves from this experience because I was not happy with ordering the Issues. :/

With that aside, I’ve broken things into categories to make things easier..!

The Art / Style

Mirror Moon has a unique and colorful art style compared to other TNBC adaptations, similar to Story of the Movie in Comics! Which might by explained by most of the events taking place during a sunny day. I love the stylization of most characters / Residents in here - I love what they did with the Witches and Sally especially! It’s always nice to see TNBC characters getting experimented with.

This comic *does* go with some recent changes, like the Behemoth’s axe is missing and the Vampire Brothers have pupils, both of which aren’t consistent with their designs in the movie. Something I want to mention is that...with the new style, some of the characters / residents are hard to recognize. This isn’t a big deal since these are side characters, but...Who is this tree, for instance??? 🤔 Is it the Hanging Tree from the film? His cousin? I love the insight as to who else could be living in Town, but it leaves me feeling confused since they’re either not addressed or explained.

Another criticism I have is the trouble with some scaling in the comic. Particularly, the way Jack Skellington is drawn in here...he’s known to be extremely tall and thin, as a skeleton, but in Mirror Moon, he’s drawn rather short and bulky. Something about it seemed off to me and I couldn’t enjoy the way he was drawn in here. A few other proportion issues come with other characters, but it can be chalked up to the stylized choice. In my case, I loved most things about it, but found Jack in particular to look....odd?

Another small mention is how Sally is drawn normally for the first couple of issues, but then is colored with a blush for the rest of the series(after she meets her clone). My best assumption is that they either decided on a style change, or did this to differ her between the clone? Maybe, to show how flustered she was from the ordeal? It still was off-putting. 🤔

The Plot / Story

A *LOT* happens in Mirror Moon’s story, so I will try to be brief explaining it all:

The comic is about Jack Skellington inventing a mirror that duplicates both objects and people, inspired by a dream he had where all of the Holiday Doors opened at once. In order to work on the mirror, he puts Sally in charge of the Halloween planning, merely a few days before Halloween. Understandably, Sally is stressed with all the responsibility, and has a premonition where she breaks Jack’s Mirror. She gets the feeling something terrible will happen from his plan.

The rest of the comic is Halloween Town spiraling into chaos from the unpredictable and malicious copies, while Sally learns about the mirror and helps get rid of the clones using the Vampire Brother’s help. She ends up breaking the magical mirror so no more things can be duplicated. Her ending line to the comic is: “A rag doll’s work is never done!”

...The comic is fast-paced, so things happen quickly. I think it would’ve benefited from a longer series to properly explore the concept. I would’ve loved to learn more about the clones - maybe see them team up + revolt together? See more of the Townspeople’s reactions to their copies? I think there was a lot of potential to this story that I expected too much out of - I find the plot a little lazy in explanation(the fact that Jack was accidentally copying people because the mirror was pointed outside? Really?) I feel like there was more they could’ve done with these ideas.

The concept felt a little more sci-fi compared to Nightmare’s usual fantasy. Still. It was filled with a lot of drama that kept with the story, so I appreciate Mirror Moon not being **boring**. Far from it! But I wish they had executed more bold ideas, and had the opportunity to do so instead of a 5-Issue series. I feel like that limited them greatly with what they could’ve done.

As a TNBC Adaption

I saw Mirror Moon described as a “sequel continuation to the Nightmare Before Christmas”. However, after reading the story....I can both understand and argue against this. The first thing we’re shown is Jack Skellington having a dream about all the Holiday Doors opening at once. Which means he’s aware of them and the Christmas debacle *likely* happened. It would also explain why Sally has more confidence to take charge of the town and approach Jack about his announcement to begin with.

However, some other things would point to Mirror Moon being a prequel. For instance, Oogie Boogie has an appearance later in the story. Since he dies onscreen in the film, this means it would *have* to be a prequel for him to be alive. The fact that Jack & Sally don’t seem to share any romance in this would also support the Prequel theory(that they’re just friends in this time). Unless both of these happen to be goofs / forgotten details.

If we’re treating Mirror Moon as a sequel, then it brings interesting worldbuilding / theories into play. The Clones prove doppelgangers are possible in the TNBC universe, and they turn malicious the longer they exist. Do they have their own universe in the mirrors? Are reflections’ true purpose is to be evil? Are they really a copy, or their own people in some way? This brings interesting questions!

Mirror Moon doesn’t necessarily have a new villain character either(unless we’re counting the clones themselves!). Nor does it bring new characters to the franchise...I know they introduced Gourd in charge of the pumpkin patch, but..c’mon. He’s just Jack’s Scarecrow design from the movie/games. It seems like a lazy way to bring a ‘new’ character in, borrowing an already-canon design of the MAIN character.

Other Commentary

I happen to be a big Jack X Sally fan. In this case, I somewhat expected some romantic scenes between them, only to be left in the dust. I know their relationship wasn’t the main focus of Mirror Moon’s premise, but...it doesn’t seem to exist in here, either. Which is confusing if this is a Sequel. Their first conversation is mostly one-sided with Jack not even asking for Sally’s consent to have her take charge of all the Halloween planning, or telling her in advance that he made this decision. The two don’t talk again until the very end. But Jack doesn’t necessarily apologize - and the two don’t share anything romantic. Weird.

-- To add onto this, some Mirror Moon concept art was shared in the digital Graphic Novel release(Credits to @violetified​ for sharing them!). Interestingly, some of these actually feature both Jack & Sally together, with a couple showing their malicious reflections behind them! I wonder why these weren’t used, but I also wonder if they were initially meant to interact more in the comic? Least to say, I prefer these layouts more than the finished result...

Also....one main character doesn’t even make an appearance in the comic. Dr. Finklestein is nowhere to be seen. He isn’t shown when Sally has to leave the Tower - which makes me wonder if she either approached him at all, had to sneak out, or (since this is a Sequel) she’s granted more freedom? I would’ve loved to know because I can’t see the Doctor allowing Sally taking charge of Halloween Town if he knew about it. He’s kind of crucial to her situation with her home life. He would also probably recognize her clone since he created her and knows Sally the best - possibly helping out with the story’s plotline!

- He isn’t my favorite character, but I think the Doctor’s presence would’ve contributed greatly to the story! He’s a mad scientist, and Jack was basically running a science experiment with the clones and mirrors. Why didn’t he ask for his help? Or work together with him? He could’ve assisted Sally with a solution to get rid of the copies! I find myself lamenting the lack of his presence in here because I can see him fitting so well with Mirror Moon’s events. :(

Overall

Mirror Moon was a fun experience, and something new for the TNBC franchise! I hope the fandom talks more about it. It brought an exciting plotline and shed light on Sally, arguably an underrated TNBC character who rarely gets proper focus in most adaptions! I love to see her character properly explored and written like this, where she’s able to show off her strengths! <3

However, Mirror Moon has questionable details that leave me confused. I wonder if the creators intentionally forgot some things from the movie, or if these were honest mistakes. (Dr. Finklestein, Oogie Boogie’s Death, Jack being the Scarecrow, etc.) It is a short story, so it can’t explain/explore everything unfortunately, but I still am left...confused....however, I’m delighted I got to read something like this!

Comparing Mirror Moon to Zero’s Journey, I can say that it felt like *more* actually happened in this series, which is funny since this was shorter in comparison. I looked forward to each Issue and was excited waiting for them to release! Both have their strengths and weaknesses as Sequels, but Mirror Moon is more fast-paced with a lot going on. I’d recommend this comic if you want something a little bizarre and different, but Zero’s Journey if you want something more loyal / consistent to the original movie!

If anyone has any further thoughts/theories/etc. on Mirror Moon, feel free to bring them into my Inbox! I’d love to talk more about this series!

#The Nightmare Before Christmas #Nightmare Before Christmas #Mirror Moon #TOKYOPOP #Mirror Moon Spoilers #Jack Skellington #Sally Skellington #Oogie Boogie #The Mayor of Halloween Town #TNBC #Tim Burton #Henry Selick #Zero's Journey #Zero Skellington #Lock Shock and Barrel #Jack X Sally #Jack and Sally #Gourd

[lunashiba]

A bit of a redesign for Morgan, first posted on 7-13-2022. I was very, very happy with how this piece turned out actually! It was my first time using a binary brush, so I had a small bit of a learning curve with this one. I usually paint and render, so I feel pretty uncomfortable with cell shading (but this time, it ended up alright). I’ll put some processes and such below, along with some more backstory and thoughts, if anybody is interested.

A minion is dangling on her tail on the bottom right.

Above are the sketches and WIPs I had leading up to the finished piece. I really liked these sketches, but ended up deciding to fully draw out one. Morgan was actually one of my first OCs, but her design has changed a lot over time. Back when I first started to draw, I thought that OCs were a bit too far out for me- I only ever envisioned myself as a fan artist. Nowadays, it’s quite the opposite- I don’t think I’ll ever do much art of popular media and such except if it’s for friends. The friends I made when I first started drawing all had OCs though, and that was what eventually made me more keen to the idea of making one. In my mind, having a consistent character to grind out all the time would be helpful in building my consistency and speed, so it counted as something that would help me grind- not to mention all the art stuff that went into “designing a character”.

I used to be extremely into learning art in a very methodical, nearly academic way. Everything had to be very productive and effective- I had to make sure I was getting as good as I could, as fast as I could; otherwise I’d be wasting time. I think it’s pretty easy to see my mindset at the time being unhealthy, but I don’t know if I’d regret too much of it. I enjoyed finally having a “productive” hobby in my life. With my online art friends, we decided to altogether draw something of a banner, with all of our pieces lined side to side- with this opportunity, I decided to draw the first iteration of my OC, who had no name at the time.

3-4-2018

I think that this may have also been my first piece with color? Or at least, full page of color. I think I just referred to her as “the horn girl” or “the antler girl” and based it on some crazy deer stuff. I loved the little doodles I did to the side- It’s something I haven’t done as much. I used to make sure to always put a little scribble as somewhere as a joke for anybody who looked hard enough to find it in all of my pieces, but it started annoying me because I couldn’t ignore it once I posted the piece. After this, I tried to further work on my OC, opting for different colors.

4-5-2018

I liked this design actually, but it didn’t really fit my personality. I guess I don’t really vibe that well with smug characters. I like the outfit I designed for her, but I think it shows a bit too much skin- it wouldn’t really be something I’d draw nowadays. It’d take a bit for me to realize that NSFW art or anything slightly so wouldn’t really be for me either.

4-30-2018

Things started to get refined- I kept around the ponytail, and toned down her outfit. I remember being extremely happy with the satchel and the earrings, and I kept around the thigh highs. I still felt a bit unhappy, with the design, but I couldn’t put my finger on what.

10-23-2018

If you look at the dates, you can see that it took a few months for this current design to come along. I actually extremely adore this design, and I don’t think I’ll ever fully shelve it. Disregarding the hair, this is pretty much the final design of this character. This is the Morgan that truly lives through to today. I remember drawing the shoes for over an hour- maybe two hours. I worked a long time on the line art, especially regarding the shoes, making sure that I’d get it absolutely correct in both perspective and in geometry. Nowadays I’m much less of a perfectionist in some ways (though more in others). Morgan initially had more brunette hair, but I gradually transitioned to a bit more of an anime red, and I brought back the horns that I really liked. A particular artifact of this era of art was that I used to draw little triangles above the eyes, to symbolize the little wrinkles in the eyelids. I know I didn’t make it up myself, but I’m not exactly sure where I got it from. Now, I just draw the eyelid folds. From here on out, it was more just personality growths than visual design changes.

3-6-2020

At this point, I had been accepted into art school and engineering school. I couldn’t give up either of them, so I doubled majored- as a result, what I had to give up on was time. I stopped doing as much digital art for a while, so most of what I have at this time period can be seen in notebook paper or scrap paper. I was a huge workaholic, and it started to affect my health.

3-8-2020

Morgan is gay. I came to the realization that I was pretty gay too, at around this time, and I guess I wanted to show it in my art too.

3-9-2020

The day after. She is very gay still. Here, you can see the absolute beginnings of a tiny doodle of Soone. She’d be developed later.

4-19-2020

I found my favorite marker. It wasn’t anything special at all- the tip was running dry, and it was completely blank- I couldn’t find any trace of a brand at all. The terrible paper with the texture of the marker made it extremely appealing to me however, and I fell in love with it. I don’t know where it is now, but I hope I’ll find another terrible marker at some point to fall in love with again.

Bonus Soone sketch idea. I really like this design, but overall decided to not use it- or at least, not all of it. I don’t think it’s fully gone yet though.

7-19-2020

Morgan’s character design is basically completed- She is very gay. I think at this point, she was also trans, though it was much more unspoken. It’s a bit subtle, but I stopped giving her as much indication of having “a chest”.

9-4-2020

I did a bit more work with Morgan’s horns here. It’s nothing that stays around too much, but who’s to say it won’t come back? I think I stopped drawing horns like this because I was a bit lazy with horn rendering. Also, it made the design a bit busy. This outfit is cute though, and I like it as a general vibe of Morgan. She also has a tummy piercing.

9-12-20

A little in-joke between friends.

10-7-2020

A Halloween drawing. She still has red horns. I used to always draw Sharingan on everything as a joke, but it’s faded out a bit now.

1-15-2021

I treasure this comic a lot. In a way, it helped me cope a lot, as it was based on a true story. I love this design for Morgan, kinda symbolizing an earlier Morgan, maybe a bit earlier in her transition. It somewhat aligned with my life, and the mental state I was kinda living in. I want to make more comics like this.

1-28-2021

Small doodles I had lying around on another blog.

3-29-2021

I forgot I drew this until writing this post. This Morgan was a bit of a vision of how a more confident, future Morgan would be like. Regarding her future, I think she’d end up enjoying being a professor, and I felt the vibes would be nice. Who’s to say if this is canon or not- or if there is a canon. I like having fun. Her horns are red and have ridges as well. I’d like to imagine that she’s the type of professor to have photos of her wedding on her desk, along with photos of her wife and her cats.

6-14-2021

This one was for Pride Month 2021. I should draw another piece next year, since I missed 2022′s. This is probably one of my proudest paintings ever, and one of my favorite Morgan Designs. I want to draw her like this again. I dropped the horns being red also, and moved to a more white/cream color.

8-18-2021

This one I made while I was very sad. It took a lot of coming to terms regarding my family, but this sketch helped me out a lot. I didn’t have the heart to color nor render it however, so I had posted it as is. I think for all of us, many things change, but some things may always stay the same.

8-24-2021

A bit of a happier time- a bitter sweet smile.

9-03-2021

I started to draw more of my daily life as well- this was inspired from my bus rides, where I’d constantly be stressed about school, but simultaneously wanting to draw. I’ve also transitioned from drawing wired to wireless earbuds. Technology evolving is great.

1-1-2022

Happy New Year doodles. I really like all of these designs. I don’t know what to do with this like though. I could always say “Maybe I’ll turn them into Twitch Emotes since I have space,” or “I should make some Discord stickers with them,” but I think I already I’ll be a bit too lazy to do so.

4-10-2022

This was inspired by two adorable mannequins I saw at the mall- I knew right away that I wanted to draw them in these outfits, so I took a picture right away and started a sketch I never finished. It’s around this time that I slowly started to approach the Adventure Time methodology to characters. In Adventure Time, the characters always had such varying hairstyles, clothing, and outfits that I adored- differing from episode to episode. I decided that any Morgan and any Soone will still be Morgan and Soone no matter how they looked, and actually focused on less of a central design (though I still liked the central design).

2-27-2022

A bit more of a “Realistic” Morgan and Soone. I think optimally, I’d love to draw Morgan like this more. Her design here as a more androgynous character is something I really wish I could do more often, instead of falling back on the easier to draw very-feminine Morgan. I based this design a lot on the Fate character Enkidu, whose androgynous design I’ve fallen deeply in love with (specifically, this one, which is one of my more memorable adored arts that I can think of).

4-01-2022

Morgan but ACTUALLY more real. I couldn’t get the colors right, so I left things as black and white. I’m still extremely happy with it though. I initially posted it for this year’s Pride Month, but then mentally removed it, since I felt I’d rather have a fully complete piece.

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There are a few more Morgan pieces here and there, but maybe I’ll place out a few posts with them, so that I can put out the process and WIPs separately. As it stands, this post has run pretty long, and ended up being a lot more detailed than I had initially planned for. I ended up finishing the draft for this post at 4:40 AM, though I had initially posted it nearly 10 hours earlier. I ranted a lot, but I think it was nice to type all this out. Not sure who’d be interested in reading all this, but thanks for sticking through. I’m glad that I was able to write out so much for Morgan though. I also hope I can draw her more often, and post her everywhere. I hope that other people also like her as well. I hope everybody has a great day and night.

Thank you for reading.

Luna

#lgbtq #art

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

hellooooo

I was scrolling through your Halloween event to read the finished ones but saw cotton candy was still open so I decided to yk take it lmao

what about chubby gn reader x ace with the prompt cotton candy?

thanks! Love your writing btw!

Hello Anon babes!!! Yes of course I can do this for you!!! So there is a cool cotton candy trend where they make big cotton candy art it's so pretty I recommend looking them up! I saw so many cute flower cotton candy pieces they look so beautiful I don't even want to eat them! Awwwww thank you so mucho!!! <3 I hope you enjoy love!

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Walking around the carnival you notice the colorfully large pieces of cotton candy the people had all throughout the place. Some are shaped as characters and some are pretty colorful flowers. You went up and down the carnival and found the stand. Seeing the elderly man twirling the cotton candy around “Ace honey, we have to try this!” you said without him his response you tugged his arm as you waited in the line. Your pudgy fingers intertwined with your boyfriend's slender long fingers.

Cotton candy was your weakness and you remembered from your childhood the first time you had it, it stood as one of your favorite treats. Ace saw the excitement in your eyes as you got closer and closer to the front. In his mind, all he could think was ‘god they are so cute.’ his arm wrapping around your shoulder. “Did you decide on what style you wanted?” he asked you. Both of you looked at the display menu and you couldn’t decide at that moment. “Hmmmmm…. It's so hard… What would you choose?!” you were biting on your inner cheek waiting for your freckle-face boyfriend's response. “I think I will go with the flower you get to choose the flavors of the cotton candy. Maybe red, orange and yellow for me.” giving a grin at you. “You make it sound so easy to choose something so fast!  They all look so tasty.” You kept looking at the flavors wondering what combos would be the best to try. “Babe you better hurry we are almost up.” there was one more customer in front of you both.

“Ahhh ummmmmm pink, blue, and purple!” you finally exclaimed.  When it finally came to your guys' turn, you both ordered your cotton candies. The elderly man began to pour the sugar into the hot center and you started to see the cotton candy strings forming. “That is so amazing!” you watch with your eyes widened. When your order was finally complete you twirled the cotton candy around seeing the pretty colors. Ace was already eating his and when he noticed you didn't touch yours just yet. The sugary candy dissolved in his mouth before he spoke “aren’t you gonna try it ____?” “It's so pretty I can't bring myself to eat it just yet.” giving him pouty lips. Hearing those words fall from your lips gave Ace a chuckle. “What's so funny ?!”

“Nothing, why don't you have some of mine then when you're ready you can eat yours” He pulled a piece of his cotton candy off bringing it to your lips. When finally getting a piece of the heavenly goodness the flavor bursts into your mouth. “Good isn’t it?” he gave you a smile seeing your hands placed on your chubby cheeks savoring the yummy treat.

“That’s really yummy!” you finally decided to take a piece of your own cotton candy and brought it to his lips. “Here, try it!”

Ace bashfully opened his mouth as you placed the cotton candy between his lips when closing he lightly grazed the tip of your finger. When  Ace swallowed the yummy treat “It way better when you feed it to me _____.”

#one piece ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #ace #portgas ace x reader #ace x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x insert reader #the witch of one piece #one piece x reader insert #one piece scenario #one piece fluff #fluffy october #fluffy event

[spuddy-buddy]

(Disclaimer: in no way related to this post)

Dunno what possessed me to do this, but I got to thinking about some DST skins that I didn’t particularly enjoy the execution of last night and how I thought they could be done differently. In my infinite wisdom I decided the best thing to do was do edits by hand until like 3 AM. For the sake of easy comparison my edits are on the left and the OGs are on the right.

Thought process and explanations for each under the cut.

Wigfrid’s GoH is pretty good in theory, but suffers from being literally the first skin collection in the game’s history; the art team at Klei had no way of knowing how skins would evolve as time went on. That being said, it’s still really inconsistent with other metal/armor-type skins, being completely flatly colored and lacking highlights. Her circlet is also inconsistent with other headdresses from future skins, being more or less completely flat instead of bowing upwards to imply depth. The point of this edit was purely to bring it up to the standard of more modern skins.

Maxwell’s GoH was another simple one. His trousers are colored weird and he looks fucking miserable instead of posh(which is what I think they were going for). Another really basic edit, just to fix the trousers and un-depress his expression; admittedly this is the one I’m most iffy on. If I’d have thought about it at the time I probably would have also unrolled his sleeves since we have skins like that now, but c'est la vie.

There wasn’t anything really wrong with Snowfallen Wurt per se, but I really hate it when people give rabbits dog-like noses. After editing the nose the pink inside the ears threw off the colors so I changed that to be more in line with the rest of the skin. For funsies I added lil paws on her feet since Klei changing Wurt’s feet isn’t unprecedented(Abyssal, Verdant, and Victorian).

I’m sorry, fellow Woodie mains, but they really did our boy dirty with his Snowfallen. It’s a bad skin when compared with both the other Woodie skins and the other Snowfallen skins. The mountaineer theme is fitting to Woodie, but he’s just so boring to look at - just a mass of grey and brown and gold, a far cry from the blues of the Snowfallen collection. Aside from Treeguard it’s his only skin that completely changes his hair color, which also doesn’t help it sticking out so badly(also warm cream greying with cool grey hair? blech). The main goal here was to bring the skin up to speed with the rest of the collection. Every color was sampled from another skin already in the game to help produce a coherent design(if you ask politely I’ll tell you what’s from where). The blue hair, I feel, still looks a bit out-of-place when put next to the other Woodie skins, but it plays nice with the rest of the collection. As for the addition of more brown when I cited that as a bad thing in the original, the main problem was that it was such a warm color compared to his grey hair that it looked very out of place; using a cooler brown and distributing it across more of the design helped with the color balance I think. The most extreme edit was changing the sleeves completely; I just couldn’t find a good balance with the more plain sleeves, plus I feel adding a bit more fur sells that this is an outfit for trekking across freezing mountain peaks.

#Don't Starve #Don't Starve Together #DS Wigfrid #DS Maxwell #DS Wurt #DS Woodie #constructive criticism welcome

[twin-books]

The above piece was a redraw of this old piece for my Fragmented AU. This new piece is a collaboration with @koo1creations​. I did the sketch, she did the line art, I did the coloring, she added the cataclysm effects, I did the rest of the effects. We both really enjoyed making this. I am very grateful to her for helping me make this so I can finally post the second part of the Fragmented AU. If you are curious you can find the second part here: Fragmented AU 1. Where it all began. Yes, it took me one whole year to finally get to this. I was really trying to figure out how I wanted to write this and my antagonist and then life got busy... Anyway, I finally got around to it. Again, I preface by saying this story isn’t meant to have any salt. It is only for pure fun. I wanted a mystery in Miraculous and since the show refuses to give me one, I made one myself. I do try to keep it as canonically accurate as possible but the story does take place between season 3 and 4. Anyway, if you want to know what the drawing is about please enjoy the following. I decided to try something a bit new. I do hope I succeeded.

Adrien Agreste doesn’t remember September 7th. If you had asked him what happened that day he couldn’t tell you. But that doesn’t bother him.

It should, though.

It should because that was the day Ladybug and Chat Noir fought over how he barely showed up for fights anymore. That was the day Chat Noir promised her he wouldn’t miss another fight, another patrol, another moment where she needed him again.

He doesn’t remember that. But Chat Noir does.

Why?

If he had the ability, he would remember that the day started out like any other. He was juggling going to school, piano practice, private lessons, fencing, and modeling all at once. It was at night where it all went wrong. In his scramble to get things done he missed yet another important akuma battle. Ladybug had to bring in another 5 heroes and even then, still barely managed without him. They all needed training. Training she didn’t have time for. It was too much for her to handle. Between that and her responsibilities as the new guardian, she lost her cool.

When he showed up late, again, she ripped into him. Of course, she didn’t truly mean every single word she said and immediately apologized afterwards. But the damage was done. He knew he hurt her and he knew he had to fix it. So he promised he will always be there when she needs him. She appreciates the sentiment but knows he can’t keep that promise. He would prove her wrong.

When he heads home that night his chest is burning with anger. He is mad at himself for failing Ladybug. He knows he could do better.

He is so stuck in his own head that he fails to notice the small black cat following him.

Had he noticed, he may have been able to observe how it moved. It was like a glitch. Like some sort of extra in a video game missing a few frames in its walk cycle. It sucks in the light around it as it travels forward, the area around it almost appears blurry.

It's careful in its illogical movements. It stalks behind him, maintaining a safe distance. Its tail is wiggling and its eyes are fixated on Chat.

It’s hunting.

When it meows, Chat jumps in surprise and then turns to it. It is sitting still. Those visual glitches are no longer a problem with it frozen in place so Chat doesn’t notice a thing. He carefully approaches. Its pupils grow wider as a result. It’s clearly excited. “Hey there little guy...” Chat says, crouching down in front of it, only an arm’s length away. “What are you up to?” It doesn’t move. “I bet you’re doing great compared to me.” Chat falls to the ground, sitting crossed-legged. He sets his elbow on his knee and rests his head in his hand. “I can’t seem to do anything right.” He sighs. “Or nothing I want to do right.” He reaches his hand out to pet the cat’s head. When Chat looks away it leans into the pet. Chat is no longer paying attention to it, absentmindedly petting it as he rambles on about the earlier day events. “I just want to make it up to her! I wish I could be both Chat Noir and Adrien.” Another sigh escapes him. “You’re so lucky all you have to do is hunt mi-” He’s cut off by a sharp pain shooting up his arm. He lets out an agonizing cry. It feels like venom is shooting through his veins. His reaction time is quick and he rips his arm away from the cat. Or, at least, he thought he did. It takes him a little longer to realize the cat’s jaw is still clamped onto his hand, somehow holding him in place, and its grip is getting tighter. He watches in horror as spines protrude from its tail, flesh falling off to give way to them. It is accompanied by the loud cracking and twisting of its spine. It’s a sound that makes Chat want to gag. His eyes grow wide as he quickly stands up trying to shake it off. It somehow pulls its whole body forward with pure muscle power and digs its claws into his arm, its tail wrapping up and around the rest of his arm, the spines digging through his suit and into his skin.  How? How is it doing that? That shouldn’t even be possible! His suit is made of magic! Unless... It’s made of magic too. He notices that somehow, even with its jaw firmly locked onto his hand, its lips begin to melt away, making it appear like it’s smiling as wide as the Cheshire cat. There’s a loud crack. A bright green, electric like energy manages to escape through the gaps in its teeth and skin. That’s when it occurs to Chat that this is his right hand and the pain shocks him back to reality. “My miraculous!” He screams, slamming the creature into a wall. He continues this several times but its grip only gets tighter. Its teeth sink into his skin, making it feel like it’s hitting bone, as it sets his nerves on fire. He’s only making it angry.  Chat narrows his eyes knowing what he has to do. “Cataclysm.” He growls. The creature suddenly yelps in pain and immediately jumps off Chat, splitting into several smaller versions of itself, each shifting and morphing into incomprehensible shapes. It seems it can no longer hold its more “innocent” appearance.   Chat is quick to take his opening and uses his baton to bat each piece of thing into a wall. It doesn’t put up much of a fight. It seems his cataclysm really frightened it. It quickly sunk into the wall, much to Chat Noir’s shock, forming an exact shadow of him and quickly running off. He begins to chase but only stops when he feels his right hand begin to numb. He looks down to examine it and finds a fracture in his ring with crackling magical energy quickly seeping out. He looks back up to find the creature has disappeared in all the other shadows, masterfully blending in. With his predator out of his sight he grabs his rapidly numbing arm. He then notices that despite just using cataclysm, there is no countdown timer.  He needs to get home. No time is wasted. He makes it to his home and through his bedroom window in what he could have sworn was under five minutes. His hand is shaking now, he can’t seem to control its spasms. His heart is racing a million miles a minute. “Plagg, claws in!” He immediately whispers, afraid of shouting for fear of waking someone. Even in a crisis like this he still can’t get his priorities straight. Almost instantly the rapidly escaping energy is sucked back into the ring as Plagg appears beside Adrien’s head. Slowly the feeling begins to return to his hand but he still can’t seem to stop the shaking. He turns to Plagg and notices how Plagg twitches, similar to Adrien’s hand, as if he can’t control his body either. “Are you okay?” The little cat asks, seemingly unbothered by his own jittering. “Am I okay?” He cries. “Are you?” Plagg looks down at his own paws and notices the way they tremble. His eyes grow wide in horror. “What-What happened?” “I don’t know!” He says in exasperation. He was hoping Plagg would have the answers. He runs his fingers through his hair, trying to ignore the shaking of his hand. This motion gives Plagg a perfect view of the ominous glowing coming from the bottom of his ring. He quickly grabs Adrien’s hand and flips it over to look at his palm. There’s a small fracture  in the band of the ring. “No! No!” “What’s wrong?” “The reason I can’t hold my form is because my magic is seeping into you!” Plagg says. “You aren’t meant to hold this kind of magic without some sort of conduit! If this keeps going this could cause a huge disaster! I’m talking extinction of the dinosaurs' levels of bad!” “What?” “We have to tell Ladybug! I think the grimoire has a page on how to fix this!” “No!” Adrien yells after Plagg before he can escape through a window. “Adrien. This is really, really, really bad. This can’t wait.” “Please. I-,” Adrien is struggling to find the words. He’s ashamed to admit that he just doesn’t want to bother Ladybug again after he let her down earlier. He fears her look of disappointment. “Can’t we just-” He takes a moment to breathe. “Can’t we just figure out what happened first and get our story straight before we bother Ladybug about this?” Plagg’s eyes drift to Adrien’s hand, the convulsions becoming more and more violent as time goes on. Then he looks into Adrien’s shaky eyes. “Adrien…” Plagg bites his lip. “Fine. But let’s make this quick! What do you remember?” “Okay. Cool. So, um…” He hums in thought, trying to go over the events in his mind. “I was heading home and then I stopped for a moment in that alley way. I was trying to figure out how to make it up to Ladybug-” “Not important. Skip to the point where the miraculous broke.” “Right! Sorry.” Adrien pauses for a moment, trying to think it through once more. So much of it didn’t make sense. “I was petting this cat. It looked like a normal cat. But then it bit me. And this cat, this thing, had the jaw strength of a crocodile!” Plagg nods in understanding, showing he’s following along. “It grew spines out of its tail,” He makes a disgusted face as he recalls that memory, “and then wrapped it around my arm and it somehow pierced through my suit. And then I heard this loud crack and saw this bright green light and I just knew… I knew that was the miraculous.” “How?” Plagg gives Adrien a puzzled look, seemingly having a hard time wrapping his head around the scene Adrien is describing. “I don’t know!” Adrien says, continuing on, “I tried slamming it into a wall but that only made it angrier so the only other thing I could think to do was use cataclysm.” He turns to look at Plagg and that’s when energy starts crackling out of the ring again, suddenly sucking Plagg into it with him shouting protests along the way. Adrien jumps back in surprise, staring down at the ring as the energy starts stinging his skin. He can feel his hand going numb again. “Plagg? Plagg! I didn’t say claws out!” He feels his heart rate spiking. Something isn’t right. “Plagg, claws in.” Nothing. “Plagg, claws in!” Nothing. “I said claws i-” He cuts himself off when he sees the black beads suddenly appear one by one, surrounding his hand like a swarm of wasps. Surrounding his ungloved, unprotected hand. “Plagg?” He whimpers. He’s scared now. With nowhere else to go and no magical outfit to protect him from the raw power of destruction it directs its wrath towards Adrien. The black particles seep into his skin causing unimaginable pain as he falls to his knees. “Plagg, claws out or in or whatever! Please, Plagg!” He begs, but the pain only gets worse. He’s not escaping this. He quickly rips the ring off, in a futile attempt to stop it. He tosses the ring aside and lets it slide under his dresser. Too late. Tears pour down his cheeks as he screams in agony. He cannot hear the shouts from Nathalie or his father. They are asking if he is okay, what is going on? Cracks similar to the one his miraculous bears begin to form in his skin, followed by violent magical energy trying to escape through them. He’s consumed by the rapidly escaping magical light as two pairs of panicked footsteps can be heard racing towards his room. “Adrien!” When the door is slammed open that light is already gone. Adrien is curled up in a ball on his bedroom floor. His eyes are squeezed shut. He is no longer screaming. Nathalie races over to him while Gabriel looms in the doorway. “Adrien! What is going on? Are you okay?” She helps him up and onto his bed. He’s silent. The silence is deafening. Gabriel steps forward. “Adrien. It’s the middle of the night.” He says, sternness in his tone. He eventually lets out a sigh. “Why were you screaming?” “I’m sorry…” Adrien says, shaking from a lingering unknown fear. “I don’t know. I don’t know!” He can’t remember! Why can’t he remember? What happened? What happened? Adrien begins to sob. Nathalie pulls Adrien into a tight hug while Gabriel clenches his fists and turns to leave. “Gabriel.” Nathalie says, calmly. “He needs you.” Gabriel stops and looks back at Nathalie. “You look like you have it handled.” He says and takes his leave. Nathalie’s grip on Adrien gets tighter. He can tell she’s angry but she would never say that. Instead she rubs his back. “Shh…” Her tone is soothing and brings his pulse back down to a normal pace, “It will be okay, Adrien. I’m right here.” It takes a while to calm him down but eventually Nathalie can finally lay Adrien to rest in his bed. “Call if you need anything.” She whispers to him. Once she has made sure all his fear is silenced she heads for the door. “Good night, Adrien.” He feels so tired. He pulls the sheets over his head, shielding his eyes from any light that comes from the moon and the stars. He can no longer remember why he was so upset. He eventually succumbs to sleep, unable to notice yet another sudden bright light that fills his room for merely a second. Chat Noir is now standing in the middle of his room. Chat looks around in confusion before fleeing out the window. He’s in a bit of a daze. Wasn’t that Adrien Agreste’s room? Why was he in Adrien’s room in the middle of the night? What happened? He can’t remember.

#Fragmented AU #TB's art #digital art #KC's art #ml fan art #ml fan fic #miraculous ladybug #angst #adrien agreste #plagg #there's something wrong with Adrien Agreste #really enjoyed making all of this it was so much fun! #cat miraculous #thank you KC so much for helping me out! #i love you <3 #my art #no salt #slight mystery

[zorollade]

ok im having a delete your art moment so heres what i managed to write of chapter 3 of the Actual devotion fic before i decided it was absolutely terrible and im starting over . literally just posting so i can reference it in like an hour if needed

There was something strangely familiar about Emmet that Volo couldn’t quite place.

He was certain he’d never met Emmet before. His coat was stark white with conspicuous stripes,  his voice was very unique in its flatness, and he was shockingly tall. He moved in a very animated way that seemed decidedly memorable. And Volo was very good at remembering customers; if he’d encountered Emmet before, he would know.

Still, something was hauntingly familiar about the man in white.

Perhaps it was his face? Something about his eyes? They were certainly strange as well… his irises were crystalline, so silver they were almost white. They seemed to catch any sort of light, as if they were glowing. And his pupils- well, logically speaking, they couldn’t have been any smaller than normal, but the stark color of his eyes made his pupils look like pinpoints. Really, looking at Emmet’s eyes for very long made Volo feel somewhat unsettled. Good thing that Emmet seemed very uninterested in returning eye contact.

It wasn’t that Emmet’s smile never reached his eyes; if his cheerfulness was an act, then he was an excellent actor. No, it was simply that, no matter what expression rested on his face, no matter how striking his grin, Emmet’s glassy eyes remained in an uncanny, vacant stare.

He was sure he’d seen those eyes somewhere before. Something about that stare… who could it be?

Volo didn’t spend overly long thinking about it. He had other issues at hand, such as his sudden arrival in a strange place, his missing bag and Pokeballs, and the assortment of Pokemon that seemed one misstep away from ripping Volo’s throat out.

Volo hadn’t even seen most of them immediately, other than the Zoroark. It was only when he moved that four more seemed to materialize out of thin air- a Lucario, seated right next to Emmet, a Sneasler that actively remained just out of Volo’s line of sight, a small Gallade who stood like a statue before the door- and a Pokemon that Volo had never seen before.

It was around the size of a Raichu, if Volo had to guess. It looked like a bird, with wings and feathers, but it seemed much more reptile-like than most birds. It clambered up Emmet, then up some posts along the walls, pacing around the small house in three dimensions.

All of said Pokemon were clearly on edge. The feeling was mutual; it had been quite some time since Volo’s humiliating defeat atop Mount Coronet (not a defeat, really. Just a… setback in his plan), and he still didn’t fully understand Akari’s way with Pokemon. Even when tamed, they were powerful, dangerous animals. And here Emmet was, letting five fully evolved Pokemon cramp up his house? Lunacy.

Then there was the tiny green one. Volo was pretty sure it was a Pokemon as well, another one he’d never seen before. Where the others were overly cautious, the little fairy was friendly, twirling around Volo and Emmet both and tugging at Volo’s hair. It was a little annoying.

Volo’s attempts so far at making small talk had been wholly unsuccessful. Emmet seemed content to sit in silence, which Volo could not stand for. He had far, far too many questions, such as where the hell am I? Who are you? How did I get here? and what’s with the bird and the onion?

Oh, sure, it wasn’t as if Emmet was intentionally brushing Volo off, per se, but every answer he had seemed scripted to be as short and vague as possible. Anything he said only gave Volo more questions. The longest sentence he’d said so far had been eight words- Volo had counted.

That being said, sitting in silence was far worse than pestering a stranger as politely as he could manage. Well, not total silence; Volo could hear waves nearby, which meant they were on a beach somewhere. But his point still stood.

“So, Emmet,” Volo said casually. Staying calm was key to staying in control. Amicable and aloof. Friendly. “I’m afraid I have no idea where we are.”

Emmet made a sound in his chest, a sort of deep rumble. He’d done it a few times now. Volo wasn’t quite sure what it meant.

“And, well, I suppose you would have some clue, living here and all,” Volo continued.

Emmet nodded. “Yup.”

Sinnoh, this man was infuriating. “So, where are we?”

Emmet cocked his head and smiled curiously. “Why don’t you know. You showed up in my house.” The words implied a question, but there was very little vocal flange to the way he said it. Volo guessed he was genuinely asking.

“An astute observation, my friend,” Volo laughed. This part was easy. The clumsy, well-meaning stranger who needed a bit of help. “I’m afraid I don’t know that, either. Last I checked, I was nowhere near any village or town. I’m as surprised to be here as you are.”

The little onion was bugging Volo again. Rigorous self-control kept him from swatting the thing as it tried to pull the tie out of his hair again. Volo readjusted his hat so it sat over his bun. The awful little insect started messing with his hat instead.

“We’re in Jubilife,” Emmet said, watching the green devil and making no effort to help.

Thank Sinnoh that Volo knew what that meant, or else it would just be another infuriating, vague-

What?

Volo leaned back. “Jubilife? Jubilife village? Home of the Galaxy Team?” 

“Yup,” Emmet said. “Where were you.”

Oh, here and there. The details didn’t matter. 

“I haven’t been near this part of Hisui in quite a few years,” Volo said. 

Seriously, how did he get here? Was this some sort of revenge scheme from Giratina? Was Volo being bullied cosmically by an angry god? That would be a pretty big apricorn in the mill grinder. Volo had a scheme going, here, after all, and this whole day so far was throwing all his hard work out the window.

Was that meddlesome kid still in town? If she was, she’d probably have Kamado clap Volo in iron before noon, considering he’d confessed to causing the whole almost-apocalypse thing before their fight. In his own defense, he’d been… admittedly overconfident in his victory.

Certainly she’d had great, almighty Arceus send her home by now.

Arceus. Volo had completely forgotten already. That weird dream he’d had, his sudden teleportation, this weird man in white-

Wait! Man in white? Volo had heard that somewhere before. There it was again, that strange sensation, like Volo was just on the verge of remembering something. Emmet seemed so uncannily familiar… who was it… 

It hit Volo like an avalanche. That warden! What was his name- Indigo? Ingo! The one in the black coat, who had amnesia. Yes, he looked nearly identical to Emmet! Hadn’t he said something about a man in white?

Was it Emmet? That was a silly question. Of course it was, it had to be! They were so similar, they must have been twins. 

If so, Ingo clearly was the one blessed with social skills. Volo hadn’t had many chances to speak to him, but he still got the feeling that Ingo was a very charming sort of fellow, once you got past the… intimidating stature. And the hollow stare. And the stony grimace.

He’d had a nice sort of conversation with the warden, anyways. Nothing much more than pleasantries, but Volo was a busy man those days. Ingo seemed nice enough.

And here was his apparent twin brother, who, despite his handsome grin, seemed incredibly aloof and very disinterested in helping. (Or maybe Volo was just projecting. He’d admit that to himself.)

Volo bit the inside of his cheek. He needed to get his thoughts together. This was not the time to overthink.

Arceus. He’d had a dream, and Arceus had come to him. What had it said? His heart was lacking something? Repair what had been broken? Volo definitely remembered the back-handed threat of death if he didn’t do whatever he was supposed to. 

Whatever it had meant, Emmet was the key. Volo needed to win him over, do whatever job they had to do, and then he could finally, finally reach his goal. Arceus. Oh, he was so tantalizingly close. Who knew that losing would bring him this far?

The evil green Pokemon managed to kick Volo’s hat off his head. He snatched it out of the air on impulse, then immediately thought better of it. Not a good place to slip up.

“Please stop doing that,” Volo said as patiently as possible, releasing the little shallot gently and fixing his hat again. “Emmet, what is this?”

The little Pokemon made a face at him. The incredibly dark rings around its eyes made its scowl much more terrifying than it had any right to be.

“That’s Bibi,” Emmet said.

Bibi made a series of high-pitched chattering noises, which was pretty standard for a Pokemon. What wasn’t standard was the strange white thing on its arm- which Volo had assumed was just part of it. The thing spat an awful, screechy noise, and then started speaking.

“My name is Celebi,” it said. “I told you to stop calling me that!”

“Okay,” Emmet said.

“You’re still thinking it, I can tell! Quit it!” Celebi darted over and kicked the brim of Emmet’s hat. Through what must have been some sort of magical power, it stayed on his head.

Celebi. Celebi? Volo had heard that name before. It was one he hadn’t looked very hard into, as he’d discovered it shortly before the fateful legend of Sinnoh in that library when he was much younger, but… Celebi. That was a mythical Pokemon from another region. 

If Volo recalled correctly, and he was fairly sure he did, then Celebi was a Pokemon that held some sort of dominion over time. Not to the extent that Dialga did, but Celebi had the ability to travel through time at will.

A time travel Pokemon. That… could be useful. Really, it could be very useful indeed.

What was it that Arceus had said in his dream? Fix the… sands of time? Was Celebi part of that? 

Okay, another stupid question. Obviously, Celebi was part of it, or else it wouldn’t be here. Volo really needed to get his head on straight.

He allowed himself a moment to rest his face in his hands. Surely, that would be understandable to the room, if misunderstood. This was all so much, so quickly. Volo was out of practice in rolling with so many punches. He needed to get them back on track.

“So,” he said. “Arceus brought me here, I suppose. To find you, Emmet, and Celebi. Do I have that right so far?”

“I am Emmet,” Emmet said. He shrugged. “You are Volo. Arceus has a mission for us.”

Six words. Close to the record. Also, as usual, very unhelpful.

“And what mission would that be?” Volo asked. “I’m afraid Arceus didn’t make it very clear.”

Emmet tilted his head, a thoughtful furrow to his brow. “Um. Something about fixing things in time. That’s why Bibi’s here.”

“So… we have to time travel?” Volo guessed. 

Celebi had given up enacting its wrath on Emmet, and decided to plop back down into the Zoroark’s fur instead. “Duh,” it said. It waved its arm in the air, displaying the strange device. “This thing isn’t just for talking. It’ll let me take you wherever you need to go.”

“How will we know where that is?” Volo asked. Would there be more strange dreams in the future?

Celebi chimed. “It’ll tell me. It’s bugging me right now, but I don’t think you’re ready to go yet.”

Emmet nodded before Volo could raise another question. “Gotta pack,” he said. “Seems like it’ll be a long adventure. So we should be prepared.”

“Indeed,” Volo said. “...You wouldn’t happen to know where my bag is, by any chance, would you?”

“Nope,” Emmet said with a cheerful smile. “I’ll get you a new one. Stay here.” He stood and dusted himself off unnecessarily. For some reason, the various Pokemon began glancing between Volo and the door. Did they think he was going to try and make a break for it? Volo had a funny feeling he’d be some sort of arrested if he showed up in Jubilife.

Emmet’s Gallade gave a trilling cry as he opened the door. Emmet patted its shoulder, then left. As the door closed, Volo suddenly became very aware that he was alone in a small house with five fully grown, intimidating Pokemon, none of which seemed to like him especially well.

Celebi danced back over to Volo. “Hey,” it said. “I almost forgot. I have something for you.”

“Really?” Volo said, eyebrows raised. “What is it?”

“Well, it’s two things,” Celebi amended. “But one of them is also kind of for Emmet. Anyways, here…” it hovered in the air, humming a strong note. The air began to vibrate and grow hot around it, quickly disorienting Volo. As quickly as it began, light refracted around Celebi, and then the room was just as it was, except there was a Pokeball sitting in Volo’s lap.

At least, he was pretty sure it was a Pokeball. It was smooth and shiny, the brilliant crimson top juxtaposed by a pristine, crisp white bottom. The sunlight through the windows sparkled off it at the smallest movement. But it was the exact size and shape of a Pokeball, and the same rough design, so surely, it must be one, right?

“Arceus said to give this to you,” Celebi said, pointing at the ball. “You need a new partner, since your old team ditched you.”

Well, that was kind of a sore topic. They didn’t leave him, per se. Volo released them himself. They had failed him when he needed them most- and he no longer had any need for them at all.

(His Togekiss had seemed… disappointed, if he were to be honest with himself. If he were a little more honest, he might even know that she was disappointed with him in particular. Unfortunately, Volo was not an honest man.)

“What is it?” Volo asked again, lifting the ball up to watch the light glint off of it. He’d expected it to be heavy, but- well, it was strange. The ball itself was very light, and seemed easy to throw; yet, it carried a sort of inexplicable weight to it. An invisible energy hovered around it, making it seem heavier than it really was. As if the creature residing within carried an unbearable weight with it.

Or, maybe it was just a heavy Pokemon.

“I dunno what it’s called,” Celebi shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to give it a name when you meet it.”

When Volo meets it. Well, that certainly wouldn’t be now. The little house was crowded enough as it was.

“You said you had something else, correct?” Volo asked. “May I see it?”

Celebi grinned. “Oh man, I’ve been so excited about it! Here, look!”

Once again, it hummed and twirled in midair. The strange refracting light and heat passed through the room, and then a bundle of clothes dropped into Volo’s hands.

“...What is this,” Volo said.

“Emmet gets a matching one,” Celebi said, giddy. “It’s so cute! You should put it on!”

Volo unfolded the clothes. It was… a uniform. A black undersuit with green stripes along the torso, baggy pants, shoes, gloves, and a cropped vest.

Volo could not help but note to himself that the uniform had Arceus’ color scheme. It agitated him more than it should have.

“Oh,” Celebi said. “Can’t forget this!”

It tapped Volo’s hat, which grew incredibly hot and then incredibly cold in the span of an instant. He ripped it off his head, and stared unblinkingly. Celebi had somehow changed the colors of his old cap, while keeping the shape and design precisely the same. It was now gray, with a green front and brim.

“I’m not putting this on,” Volo said.

“You don’t have a choice,” Celebi said, still grinning.

This entire ordeal was mortifying. And Emmet had a matching uniform? This level of ridicule would not be tolerated. Oh, sure, miscellaneous vague journeys through time with an utter stranger, Volo could play along with, but gods forbid he had to wear a stupid little costume for another second.

The Ginko Guild was bad enough. This… just, no.

“I am not putting this on,” Volo reiterated.

“Well, obviously you don’t have to do it right now,” Celebi said. Whether it truly misunderstood him or was intentionally misinterpreting him, Volo wasn’t sure. “We can take a quick detour to a gym when we get where we’re going, and you guys can change there.”

“And where are we going, again?” Volo asked.

“I’ll tell you when we get there,” Celebi said breezily.

#i just dont like this one ! gotta do it again

[enoblesarts102-03]

Project 3’s goal was to create a voting poster. We had to pick an inspiring quote from a list to base the idea of the poster on. I picked “The political core of any movement for freedom in the society has to have the political imperative to protect free speech.” —Bell Hooks.

I didn’t know where to begin for this quote, and I honestly don’t know why I picked it since I didn’t know what to do. I just felt like… it wasn’t generic? I didn’t want to pick a quote that I already had of bunch of ideas for, because the ideas were basic and related to posters I’ve seen before. So, I just went with Bell Hooks and dissected every word I could. In my original sketches, I thought “core” was an interesting word, and what has cores? Apples! And jokingly I drew an apple thinking it would never make it past the sketch stage. We later did small group critique in class and both my partners really liked the apple, and I’m glad they did. I had a lot of fun brainstorming a ton of ideas.

Surprisingly, I didn’t think about an eaten apple till the 11th sketch. My professor mentioned something about it being more melancholic, and that just stood out to me. So I kept drawing eaten apples instead of the full ones. I liked the angles, the different colors, it just pops nicely to me. But I also don’t enjoy politics myself, I think the reality we live in today is really melancholic. Sometimes as a voter, we may feel meaningless due to the small portion we contribute. Sometimes there are people in power that don’t care about the people but their own party’s agendas (both sides). So, politics to me are not something that always creates positivity, I wanted to keep the eaten apple. So, now I have my main apple (the one on the top of the line, see pictures below). I tried drawing from scratch but I couldn’t get it just right. I eventually just took a picture of a sketch I loved and traced it. I just tried stuff out and didn’t overthink this process. I knew I wanted the lines as shadows though, I just felt, it fit and I liked it. So, I ended up with a cartoonish apple in my own style.

THE BACKGROUND. Gosh, this took the most amount of time. First I wanted a sideways paint slash but the app I use on my iPad didn’t have anything tactile enough. I wanted the paint to look real, with shadows and you could tell the paint was thick on the flat paper. Then I tried Adobe illustrator, no luck. Adobe Photoshop, no luck. Nothing looked 3D! So I went to the store over the weekend, got some cheap paint, canvas and brushes… did not work. I have absolutely no experience in paint, I really should have researched before I got anything, haha! But hey, I spent an hour messing around with paint and got it all over my hands and even on my wall! I did this on my bed by the way, with the plastic bag under everything, surprisingly no paint on my sheets. After washing my hands multiple times, I noticed the soap was like the shiny-ness I wanted, so I added soap to my paint and put it on a canvas, it did change a little, but it was a fun little experiment. The paint was still too flat! I started worrying wether I would be able to think of something else before the deadline for the project. So, I slept on it…

Last class to come up with an idea, and it just popped in my brain “reflection”. Ok, what reflects? Water! I drew a line across the middle so I could make that as the top of the water. I copied my apple, flipped it and I wanted to try taking the color out of it. I started smearing the greyscale apple but it just didn’t look anything like water. I decided to move on and thought, what if I put colors over the apple? Like abstract art? And I liked it. It was really cool, abstract dots and lines over a colorless apple. In the back of my mind I wanted to see what else I could discover, so I kept going. I must have been unconsciously conscious for this part cause I just found a brush and started loosely filling the bottom apple. Now I had the finished product, but I needed contrast, so I tried black lines on a whim. Worked out pretty well, cause I love it!

For a while, I knew I wanted the text to border the outside and highlight some words in red (especially core). A project someone else had from project one (six word memoirs) had text around the border and I really wanted to try it. Plus the bordered text takes up space without taking away from the picture. I did try placing the text in the bottom apple but it was too busy (see picture below). The best part of the text I chose is the name of it, ‘apple myungjo’. It has the word ‘apple’ in it!! And I love the way it looks in my poster as well.

For the critique stage I got a lot of good feedback and it made me feel really good about my poster. I got asked the question “why do you have the line in the middle?” And I didn’t have an answer! I never thought about the significance of it. Or “did you line up the line, ‘n’ and ‘l’ (in the quote) together on purpose?”… no, I never thought of it. It’s amazing how much there is to think about, not just in the way you compose a picture, but the words that are in it. I learned a lot this project and I had a lot of fun. I would definitely do this again to see what else I could come up with.

Pictures:

1. Process sketches, get the ideas out of my mind and onto paper

2. Apple ideas

3. Apple ideas continued

4. first idea try

5. Second idea try

6. Trace of sketch I loved, tried different colors too

7. Apple, mirror, try text in apple

8. Apple, mirror, abstract

9. Finished picture

10. finished poster

[luminousespeon]

#mlp #mlp oc #mlp design #my little pony #character design #Couldn’t decide what color line art so I did both