#I just thought that it is better to post these few sketches separately

[lonicera-edulis]

A little bit of saltiness.

#sketches #I just thought that it is better to post these few sketches separately #my sona looks weird when put next to any character #but I didn't know whom else to put #vent art

[an-au-blog]

Ok, I was listening to something and got thinking about Zoro in the East Blue Asylum wing au.

He has to take an extra pill for his aggressive tendencies and paranoia (which is an unfortunate combination, especially for the people who have to hold him down when something happens. He's pretty strong even though he can't train properly within the facility and when he jumps to a fight he wreaks havoc. Not to mention that Sanji is one of the few people who stop him from fights, as he jumps every time Luffy does, which is pretty often.) The problem with the pills is that he hates taking them. He usually hides them under his tongue and then throws them out when no one's watching (or gives them to Brook, who loves the calm feeling they give him because he believes that corpses (as he sees himself) need to rest and be in peace.)

But on the rare occasions when he does take the pills, he gets drowsy and extremely passive. He usually just broods in the corner but after the pills, he's almost like a plant. Sanji, because of past trauma and his extreme fear of authority figures, often asks Zoro to take his pills because they could get into trouble. Zoro finds it hard to tell him 'no'. The only other people he would take the pills for were Luffy and Chopper. But Luffy loved that Zoro hated all the rules as much as he did. And Chopper assumed that Zoro was calm because he was already medicated and it was the medicine at work that made him well-behaved.

The first time he made him take them, he watched him do it to make sure he was obeying the rules and all. They were huddled in the corner and Sanji was just talking about anything and everything but at one point he realized that Zoro wasn't responding. He freaked out and was on the verge of a panic attack when Nami rushed over to reassure him it was okay and that it was just the pills.

"It's okay, it's okay. Look, his eye is still moving." She pointed out.

And sure enough, there he was - slouched and looking at Sanji. His face was expressionless but there was an odd kind of calmness to him. Nami took both their hands and put them in one another (essentially making them hold hands.) Zoro squeezed his hand. It reassured Sanji a bit, but he still refused to leave his side for the rest of the day.

Some of the doctors and nurses didn't like that the east blue wing was starting to become so codependent. They thought that it was an unhealthy coping mechanism but on Dr. Chopper's request, none of them were separated. Until the experiment they did with Dr. Kuma, that was...

Zoro sometimes gets visited by his sister and father. When he argues with his sister he seems more normal than what he acts like with the doctors or nurses. Some of them suspect that he got better a while ago but is faking his illnesses now just so he can stay with his "crew". Ironically enough would be another thing they'd have to try and "medicate" him from.

(I'm thinking of posting some EBAW au sketches for 300 followers maybe? Idk we'll see when we get there ;))

#east blue asylum wing au #zoro #sanji #zosan #if you squint ig #op

[xxfangirl365xx]

Kobra Kid's answer to : "What is a day you'll never forget?"

Written in my wattpad a few months ago, i posted Jet's here so I'm doing Kobra's too (: enjoyyyy

Mines nothing in comparison to Jet's. I'm gonna go with a nice one. I'm not huge on being sentimental but the day Poison won a bunch of awards for his art in a zone wide exhibit was a great day.

It was mid July 2017. Girl had just come to live with us maybe a month earlier. We had gotten word about a big exhibit that was gonna happen in zone five. Poison had always been a bit of an artist and that's what he always wanted to do with his life before BL/I. He tried to keep his skill sharp in the zones but with limited supplies it was really hard. Honestly it made me really sad to see his dreams crushed. We had been trying to convince him to enter for several days before he gave in. He painted and drew all sorts of things. Scenery, people, emotions...it was really cool. We drove out to zone five and he submitted almost a dozen pieces. We walked around to look at the other entries while they were being judged.

" I wish I hadn't done this." He whined

" Why?" Jet asked

" Because...Look at this stuff... Mine's nothing like theirs." he said sadly gesturing to all the colorful papers and canvas spread out around him.

" Oh stop it." Jet said playfully smacking him

" Your stuff is way better, Pois." Ghoul said trying to cheer him up

" If I were a judge I wouldn't even bother looking at the rest of this stuff. Yours is clearly the best." He finished

" Mmm."Poison said, still not buying it.

" It's really good." Girl said running up next to the red head.

" You're an amazing art dude." She said smiling

He smiled at her, " Thank you Missile." He said bending over to give her a hug.

We all kinda separated and walked around separately but I stayed with my brother.

We walked quietly for a while just looking at the many painted and pastel cacti and sunsets... I'm not an expert but it seemed a little generic to me. I could tell he was getting sadder by the second feeling so much more inferior to the more established artists. Poison has always lacked self confidence in everything. His appearance,personality, skills. And he shouldn't feel bad because he's a unique human being and that's something to be proud of.

Poison sighed.

" You know even if you don't win I'm still proud of you Pois." I said

" You should save the pride for something worth it." He said sadly looking at a charcoal sketch of yet another cactus.

" Nope. I'm still proud of you. And I always will be no matter what you do." I said again.

"..."

" Alright Poison. Enough self pity. Look at this stuff. It's all the same thing. Sunsets and cactus. Boring bland colors and no emotion behind it right?" I asked

" I mean...sorta."

" And you put thought and emotion into your stuff. Colors and variation. "

" Thats-"

" Let me put it this way." I interrupted turning to face him.

" These guys may have some talent and knowledge for sure. They have no creativity to back it up. It's just knowledge.It's kinda like how most people can write...but only a few people can ACTUALLY write, and have a story to tell or a message to get across." I finished. He thought for a second.

" So please...don't be down on yourself for having something a lot of people can only dream of. Both knowledge AND creativity." I said, pulling him into a tight hug.

He hugged me back and I could feel him release all the tension in his body.

" Thanks Kobra." He said

" Anytime. "

*STATIC*

"WILL PARTY POISON PLEASE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE JUDGES TABLE AT THIS TIME" a loudspeaker screeched out

" I saw a flash of fear in my brother's eyes.

" relax. You got this alright?" I said

" Yeah... " He said walking away. He looked back at me and I gave him a thumbs up.

I found Jet, Ghoul and Girl.

" Why did they want Poison?" Ghoul asked

" Dunno..." I responded.

*STATIC*

"WINNERS HAVE BEEN ANNOUNCED AT THE JUDGES TABLE! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED THIS YEAR AND WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN NEXT YEAR!"

They went to the front as they were instructed and saw Poison grinning ear to ear with all his colorful creations displayed hung with diy ribbon's. He ran up to us and immediately hugged me.

" Thank you for always believing in my Kobra." He whispered

" Anytime." I said

He was wearing a scratched and chipped gold metal with the engraving of " Track and Field champions" crossed out with a sharpie to read " Reigning Zone art champion."

Everyone hugged and congratulated him. He picked up Missile Kid and spun her around while she laughed.

" I told you you'd win!" she exclaimed.

I Know it's nothing I really did but I'm still proud of my big brother for everything he has done and has yet to do. He's been competing and winning competitions all over the Zones ever since and I'm so happy to see him being what he always wanted to be.

Anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble,

Kobra Kid out

#my chemical romance #mcr #gee way #gerard way #g way #mikey way #ray toro #frank iero #my chemical fucking romance #danger days #the fab four #the fabulous killjoys #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #party poison #kobra kid #jet star #fun ghoul

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

Chapter Two

Warnings: none all nice

Chapter one | Chapter three

When dad first picked you up from the airport, you were wearing a Spiderman shirt you bought from a street vendor in New York. Dad didn't look too pleased about you moving from fictional heroes to real ones who are breaking real life laws.

"Why can't you like firefighters or something?"

Those were the first words he spoke to you while packing your luggage into the back of his car.

"Why can't you like, I don't know, like Spiderman?"

Your father is a retired police officer. Used to be in the military and when he left working for Uncle Sam, he went into the police force. You love him! Really do, but it wasn't easy being his kid. Especially when you had a rebellion phase, it had put a strain on your relationship with him.

Mom and dad lived separately. Mom couldn't handle his PTSD and dad couldn't handle someone who wasn't understanding about his job. You stayed with mom until now, it has been a long time since you have seen your father.

"So are the fish and chips better here than back home?" After the awkward silent drive to his place, you speak up while taking the lift up to his… Flat. "Ever really thought about why they call it a Flat and not an apartment?"

"No." He grabs your bags with ease and walks out if the lift once at the floor he and now you live on.

"Maybe because after rent you are left," A pause for dramatic effect, "Flat broke! Ey!"

Your dad does not have a great sense of humor.

*

After showing you to your room, the amenities in the apartment, and giving you a copy of his keys. He laid down the standard ground rules, plus how the chores in the place are divided. Dad is well, you can tell he is trying to keep busy and pretend things are normal. "Congratulations." Talking was more of mom's thing than dad.

You smile, "Thanks." And you mean it. "Do you want to talk about it? Last time I saw you was at the funeral, dad." It still hurts to mention it. Mom died a few months back and you were staying with her sister, your aunt. "Because talking helps!" Trying hard to be there for a man who isolated himself completely to the point he moved to a whole different other country!

He looked at his watch before getting up from his chair, the 'man of the house' stereotype chair, "I got to go to work." He places his hand over your shoulder then pulls you into a hug, you hug him back recalling how he would do this often: kneel in front of you and hold you, his kid.

"I'll call you when I get to work."

"Are you still a cop?"

"With these old bones, no. I work at a restaurant."

"Wow." That's a big career change.

"See you later. Remember: no boys, or girls, or persons are allowed while I'm gone."

"Thumbs up on inclusiveness." Waving at him.

You sit there for a minute, looking around with your eyes, then playing with the fabric of the couch. "Form update tonight!" Getting up bolting to your room.

*

There's a dark (not really) mysterious (government is probably tracking it) site (it's reddit) where people come together posting videos, sharing fan art, and theories on heroes and villains. Got a forum starting from Captain America to Squirrel Girl, this place has everything. Recently, you and about five other people have been talking about a new hero videoed in Cairo. Eye witness reports, and few sketched out descriptions of two people. The one with bird wings is a really popular one. You find the person in white fascinating. The forum is updated every Thursday night, not a lot of posts about the mystery in white since there hasn't been much sightseeing of them since Cairo.

You lay on your bed making a long drawn out huff seeing the only new update is a theory post.

There are over three to four actual photos of the person in white. The shot and angles aren't the best but it is all anyone has. You hope to see the guy in the white suit the people in the forum say was seened in London.

You decide to just draw some sketches out and look over some class stuff before scavenging for food. Really doubt dad went food shopping.

Two months in London.

If you pretend it is New York you actually find it easy to navigate. If New York was easy to navigate! You have been taking public transportation to get used to rather than have your dad spend gas on driving you everywhere (not that he minds). Two months, you are trying hard to adapt to this branch of your college. Lots of white collar students, you are here on scholarship and because dad knows a guy here. You stand out being American but not too much given there are other international students.

Friends are nonexistent. Socializing is not easy when you are hyperfocusing on getting a shit ton of projects done! Also your Art History professor is a dick.

However, for the minor bad things you have a cute guy asleep on your shoulder. Nothing new given you lived on public transportation back home.

Cheap and helps the environment.

The jerk of the bus wakes up the man on your shoulder, you barely noticed until he spoke.

"Sorry 'bout that." His accent is cute! The classic British movie type! Sipping what smells like coffee from his tumbler.

"Nah, man, you're fine!" Bright and smiley, he noticed you have an American accent, "You looked like you needed it. Hope you didn't miss your stop though." You talk while stretching in your, what looks like a notepad. "Oh here, thanks for being my muse for the ride." Still half awake he takes the piece of paper you give him before getting up. "This my stop, uh, cheers!"

Once off the bus you stand there then facepalm yourself.

You forgot to ask his name!

*

Too many essays, too many people in the study lounge, and you need to buy another sketchbook. Add on you started taking commissions online to get an extra pound or two (you want to say dollar so bad). Busy, busy, and the spring semester just started!

The library called the British Library has become your only safe haven to have any peace to do work.

Be back home by 8 - Dad

You groan. Your father works graveyard shift at the restaurant meaning you need to be at the apartment before he leaves. Glancing at the book next to your tablet you figure might as well start heading back. Bus schedules being shit is an international problem, who knew… Packing up is fairly quick and walking over to the reception desk like any normal person.

Then you see him.

Placing books on a cart, then typing something quickly on the computer behind the low desk. You stare at him longer than you intended.

"Miss?" He waves his hand in front of your face, "Do you need help?"

"Yo!" He raises an eyebrow at that reply, "Wait, sorry." You laugh nervously, "Hi, you're the sleepy bus guy, right?"

He blinks twice clearly confused before realization hits him, "The sketch?"

"Yeah, that's me, oh wow," You place your hand out, "I'm (Name)!"

He takes it, "Steven with a 'v'."

"There's another way to spell?"

"You'll be surprised." Deadpan about that. You laugh a little at it.

#reader insert #fanfiction #moon knight #ao3 fanfic #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #steven with a v #steven grant x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #moon knight reader insert #moon knight fanfic

[vero-niche]

UNSURPRISING AND BORING??? HAZUGSÁG! TELL ME ABOUT IT ACTUALLY!!!

(context: this ask was sent by my dear mutual after i reblogged a post about what my special interest is, which is films and filmmaking that i called those things)

fjhfjvhnfkc im so sorry for not replying to this sooner, it's been haunting me since that day bc first i was like "i will answer from desktop bc this is gonna be a long one" and then... i didnt. anyway, im just gonna start rambling and hit post at some point when i run out of steam, enjoy 💞

edit: whoops better put All That under a read more lmao

note: by movie/film i also mean animation, tv shows, anime, etc

so, it all started when i was little.... we were living mostly in a small village in northern hungary, no access to cinemas or such but my dad started working at a tv station in the capital when i was like... idk. small

anyway, he had access to The Internet and pirated movies and brough home burned VHS tapes.... i loved fiction ever since i remember and movies were no different. saw a lot of disney and other stuff, mum says i rewatched a lot of them a lot of times.... as an undiagnosed adhd+autism kid these movies were my main source of obsession.

as many in my generation, i grew to love reading a bit later after i saw the first h*rry p*tter movie and read the book but even then and ever since as well my imagination works kinda like a movie. i imagine certain shots and angles, even tho for the most part my imagination is as fuzzy as my thoughts.

also on the part of the audhd, i was basically self medicating with movies. stressed? watch a movie. sensory overload? movie (or later on, music). feeling shit? movie. it kind of works like a factory reset of my brain if the film is good. i guess because for 1,5-2,5 hours i am completely focused on one thing in a way thats not exhausting to me.

during elementary, i was in a friend group that i got in because we were in the same not school related drawing group (rajzszakkör yknow) and basically all 4 of us were a bit too neurodivergent there i think 😄 anyway, somehow when i first got a phone with camera, we started doing little "sketches" (and me with my then best friend separately too). then two of those friends came up with a short movie idea, a mockumentary about the iconic "twin towers" of the town we lived in (and hated). the 4 of us filmed and played all parts, right there in the city, and one of us edited it. it turned out quite.... well, like a shitpost lmao. so, naturally, we got quite hooked but esp me and one other friend (who is now an acclaimed theatre director btw. lol)

anyway, so we did several of these short movies + i did several sketches and other stuff with all kinds of friends in the coming years, all through about mid-high school years...

for several reasons, despite it being the obvious choice, i didnt end up going to film major at uni but chose english studies. i don't regret it, but my place wouldve been at the film major tbh....

anyway, i decided to give up my filmmaking dreams... but yknow, special interests dont wotk that way lmao.

i kept watching movies with a critical mind, such as "oh this shot is good" or "this shot is too long, they should've cut it a few seconds earlier" or "oh, they are using xy technique here" and once you start looking at movies from a filmmaker point of view, theres just no turning back (or off). i think i majorly watch anime in my spare time now bc i analyze what i see less than with live action stuff.

so like. idk what my point here is. i listen to soundtracks of movies i loved, not just the ones with lyrics but the background music too. i love rewatching and dissecting parts. after seeing a new one that i loved i headstraight to imdb to the crew and trivia section, i watch/read interviews, check box office numbers even and stare in awe when they show a special technique or smg they used.

and i mainly always thought "well i just have a passion for it but its nothing that outstanding, right? people look these stuff up when then love smg, right?" well. 😶

then not too long ago i realized im not only adhd but autistic as well. and that the reason why this passion (and need to be involved in the making) never really left, even when i myself gave up on it, is bc its my special interest.

so now im slowly approaching crossroads bc on the one hand i have a stable corporate job with good routines at home. but on the other if i dont "give in" to my special interest i feel my soul will wither. but also im sososcared 👍

in summary:

#ask #mutuals #if you got this far in reading... ily + im sorry + i am bonking you on the shoulder lovingly #and this is only a mere fraction of what goes on inside my g #*head #but my thumb is sore and i keep tapping the wrong keys so. imma stop

[novantinuum]

The Ballad of Aryll (AU-Verse) Masterpost

I thought it’d be fun to gather up all the scattered asks, art, and writing scraps I’ve done so far for this in-progress fic project, so, a masterpost!

(I’ve also been busy with other hobbies for a bit, so this is honestly just my way of immersing myself back into my story to prime my creative juices for working on it again! :D)

I’ll update this periodically as I share more.

”Jen? What on earth is this whole story even about?”

WHY, THANK YOU FOR ASKING! :D

At its core, this is a story about siblings struggling to find their way in an unfamiliar world- about two people who have long been separated by circumstance having to learn how to be a family again- about the journey of grief, and the sometimes unexpected routes one is led on while grappling with it.

Fundamentally though, the core premise is that Link has a little sister, and that said little sister was also placed into the Shrine of Resurrection 100 years prior to the start of the fic. The sister, Aryll, remembers nearly everything (except why she’s here). As in canon, however, Link does not.

On a functional scale this fic will serve as a sort of written adaptation of Breath of the Wild, but slid just a little to the left. It will feature a few re-imaginings of small bits of worldbuilding and character dynamics to better suit the specific story I have in mind, and then of course an original character in Aryll. I’ve been writing this as POV alternating, switching between Aryll and Link’s perspective from chapter to chapter.

Over the two years I’ve been dreaming up this little story, I’ve accumulated a bunch of little lore notes, art, and other bits and bobs on this blog- this masterpost aims to collect all of them in one handy spot, so future readers can go back and check out some of the earliest posts about this project!

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The Ballad of Aryll: Song of Time [OFFICIAL AO3 LISTING]

Rating: Teen

Chapters posted: 9/82

Current act: 1 of 4

Words: 37K~

Last updated: August 15th 2023

Next planned update: On posting break to build more buffer!

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Initial plot sketches/basic story background:

First post about this story

Ask response about focus and themes of story, + art WIP!

Full Google Docs Outline [It’s... er. Very long.]

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Writing WIPS:

Full Prologue (Early release)

Chapter 3 scene

Chapter 3 snippit

Chapter 7 scene

Chapter 9 scene

Chapter 17 scene

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Art (both by me and others!):

First concept sketch of Aryll

Child Aryll’s art reference sheet (As seen above) Aryll expression practice

Updated cover art with Hylian lettering + updated Aryll art

Link & Aryll on Great Plateau WIP

Link & Aryll on Great Plateau final piece (As seen above)

Assorted TBoA doodles

Shitpost ft. a Spiderman meme

Singing Aryll by candra-hearts

Aryll art commissioned by shisei11

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Lore asks:

Aryll + an amnesiac brother: is she the babysitter or the babysat?

Aryll & singing

Childhood friends part 1

Childhood friends part 2

Foraging favorites

Aryll & Paya’s bond

Can Aryll see Koroks/dragons?

Link & Aryll’s favorite/least favorite places

Riju & Aryll’s meet-cute

Aryll’s preferred weapon

Aryll’s opinion of Zelda

Link and Aryll’s opinion of each other

What can’t Link and Aryll admit to each other?

A boatload of Aryll OC ask answers

More Aryll OC ask answers

On Aryll and Link’s sibling relationship

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Other:

Personality notes for Link & Aryll in this story

A few songs that remind me of TBoA

“6 Secrets” character work game with Link & Aryll

Creating a title for TBoA

Chapter teaser #1

Chapter teaser #2

Chapter teaser #3

Random dialogue teasers

Link & scars

Hero Forge model of Link & Aryll’s dad

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Pre-TBoA content:

Clutching Destiny [AO3 link, 4/4 chapters.]

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 10K~

Summary: Sir Arwel Haywood, loyal knight of Hyrule's royal guard and proud father of two, has never considered himself a particularly religious man.

Regardless, he can't help but fear the kind of deity who would condemn a mere child to being an instrument of Her endless war.

(Or... the story of how Link's father comes to learn about his son's fateful destiny.)

Writer’s meta about Clutching Destiny

More meta about Clutching Destiny

Aryll questions: Favorite childhood activities?

Assorted questions for Aryll, and her and Link’s parents

Sketches of Link and Aryll’s parents

Recovered Family Portrait art by me! (As seen above)

Ficlet by englandamericaitaly [Canon to this AU, Link’s mother’s POV]

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Post-TBoA content (Adult Aryll):

Unspoken Upheavals [AO3 link, 1 chapter.]

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 1.4K~

Summary: A dozen days past, Aryll still remembers exactly where she stood at the precise moment of the Upheaval’s rising… at the precise moment she realized something terrible must have happened to her brother and Zelda. (Minor spoilers for TotK initiating events.)

Mini fic + Aryll in Zonai Survey Team garb art

Aryll questions: Regrets, Conflict, Representative colors

ARYLL FOR NEW SAGE OF SPIRIT PROPOGANDA

Aryll, Sage of Spirit art

Adult Aryll’s art reference sheet (As seen above)

Adult Aryll’s character personality sheet

Mock Age of Calamity profile

Musings on post-TBoA Aryll fighting in Age of Calamity

Musings on post-TBoA Aryll and Tears of the Kingdom

Some lovely art by shisei11

More lovely art by Redundantz

#the ballad of aryll #jen rambles

[tomatoscribbles]

Hello i have not sent an ask in a long time but I'mma break that streak just to say that i've been sobbing at that Tekken Actor AU and i just *cue more sobbing*

I've always wondered why an old ass franchise like Tekken doesn't have AUs (at least- AUs that are a well thought out world like yours, but even gimmicky stuff aren't common)

And ur making a fic for that Kazuya raising Jin? 🥺🥺 I'm soooo on-board!

(uhhh where will u upload it actually- AO3? Fanfiction.net?)

!!!! thank you!! by the time i was drawing some of the later additions i was quietly screaming over it too, cause i can make anything dramatic and i always will cause im a clown sdhfjkd. for the record i DID think more on other cast members as well, paralleling the canon versions of character's relationships as i went, but i didnt want to sketch it all out. maybe later!

the most common au ive seen in a few places is the typical, "nothing is wrong, kazjun are married and raise jin" aus, and while i love those, this one came to me for no reason. but ive not seen many other aus at all, which yeah is odd! *rolling up my sleeves* guess ill fix that-

and YEAH, i am 😭 pray i can see it to its completion, because i have adhd and therefore chronic project abandonment issues. as for posting, i know AO3, but likely crossposting to FF.net as well. if yall know of some better options as well let me know!

when i start publishing, ill post a link here, with some pseudo cover art as well probably! might even make a separate blog for it, if it gets big enough, since this is an ART blog and not a writing one lol

#ask #archbowmistress #tekken #olm au #tekken actor au #so many asks lately thank yall <3

[gamebunny-advance]

Grab Bag Doodle Dump

Oh, what's this feeling? The feeling of wanting to explode because I haven't posted sketches in a while? Well, I better post something then~

I haven't been as productive as I'd like since work picked up, but it's starting to slow down again, so hopefully I'll be able to work on some more personal stuff. I've almost finished Kun3h0's new model, I just need a little extra tweaking and then maybe making a few extra emotions and I'll be good! We're also only 20 followers away from the next milestone here, so hopefully requests will open soon too.

Anyway, here's the usual notes under the cut:

1-2) Clay Face sketches. I gotta couple more plushies to upcycle, a monkey in a rainbow hat and a purple bunny. I'm actually gonna try to sell these, so I do hope that y'all will consider taking a look and/or spreading 'em around once they're done ^o^! The monkey is gonna be party/clown themed, and I'm gonna try to make the bunny magical girl themed, but they might turn out generic. More info at a later date~

3-4) Potential plushie upcycles. For the first bear, the pallet and theme is Yinu inspired, but I'm taking some inspo from this song too. I want to cover them in yellow roses since I got a few during a Michael's clearance sale, but I've yet to come across a yellow bear for it, so this one is gonna be on the back burner until I stumble across one. The other one is a MikuxNoid fusion to finally use that pink Kpop bunny I got forever ago. This one is just for fun since I actually already have an idea for that bunny, but I still wanted to sketch the concept.

5-6) Kun3h0 x 1010 ver 2. I like the designs I made for both, so I doodled them again. I gave 1010!Kun3h0 her rabbit ears back since they're important to her design, I just changed the shape a little to match the 1010 aesthetics, so they're sharper and don't have the globes at the top. Kun3h0!White is basically unchanged.

7) Soda Shop!Green. I will finish this collection someday. Hopefully. Maybe.

8) "Ghosts". A XIO doodle I never got around to finishing. I'm still evolving the idea, but I'm starting to think of XIO's personalities as their own separate people that just happen to occupy the same body.

9) Kindergaten AU. I dunno, I thought it was a cute idea, and I have some scenario ideas for it, but I feel very silly about it since it's just fluff. I dunno if I'll ever make anything based on it. Maybe someday when I'm less self-conscious.

10) Build-A-Goat: So I never actually set up my tent this year, and I don't think I'm gonna. I'm just too unmotivated~ That said, this was the original plan for my tent rather than the Tamagoatchis.

11) Gemu doodle. I wanna draw him and the retro gang again ;3;

#gbunny draws #OCs #kun3h0 #nsr #nsr 1010 #white 1010 #green 1010 #yo noid! 2 #hatsune miku #neon j #tatiana #kliff #yinu's mother #goatlings #mr game and watch #first time making a photoset in beta mode #it looks a lil'awkward but i guess i'll see how it turns out when it publishes

[petyritonel]

If you’re still doing requests , could you draw my Pietruszko? I can also sketch you an OC of yours in return too if you’d like 💖✨

(sketch requests for @pietruszko, @expressomen ​& @4thdoctorjellybabies)

aah sorry for pushing all these together, but since they are such small sketches i thought it would better than to post them separately..

little separate notes for each of you cuties:

i really really love your character Pietruszko!! he’s super adorable and i’m sorry i couldn’t do justice to his cute hair~ i’m obsessed with your style and i’d love to see one of my characters sketched by you, tho i don’t really draw them these days.. i still have a few posts of them on my instagram under the otiocs tag#, so maybe you can check that out and see if any of them inspire you lol, but no pressure.

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hello again!<3 i’m so happy to hear that you liked the little sketch i did previously. i hope this isn’t too bad either, tho it’s more like a sketch of a sketch lol. also i just realized i forgot to add his white roots to his hair oops! but i still enjoyed drawing your lil guy:)

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hi thanks for the request:) i wasn’t familiar with the character that you requested so i hope i didn’t disappoint.. :’) i just learned that i have no clue how to draw a cowboy hat lmao so you’ll have to deal with that, but hope you enjoy<3

#i have some more requests left that i'll hopefully get to later #feel free to still send them #it might take a while but eventually i'll get there #ask #art requests #sketch request #my art #not my character #others ocs #sketch #sketchbook #art #digital art #digital drawing #artists on tumblr

[abybweisse]

Hi Aby,

first..., hope you doing well?

Do you think Yana has already drawn the last panel/scene of BB? As well as the Mangaka of AOT or OnePiece? Did she say anything about it? Or her editor K. or her team? And if not, what do you think the last panel/scene will be? 😉

I'm doing better, thanks to antibiotics, soups, teas, and lots of cough suppressant. 😮‍💨 Thank you!

Final panel/scene of the series

Yana-san definitely might have done this, but I've seen/heard no confirmation about it.

What do I see as the last scene or panel? For me, that depends on whether we get an epilogue and who narrates it.

But! There is one sketch she did years ago that could be that last image. Recall the numbered series of expressions she did for Sebastian in 2013? Anger, sadness, hunger, etc.

Well, there are a few that don't actually show his facial expressions. One is just of his hands ("Seductive", I think), and the others are from behind (he's looking away) or he's just covering his face. Of those, two are him "Crying", and he's shown talking to "Her" (the cat) because she'd been missing? Then he's just found out she has returned home... with kittens. How that cat has matured! So, it's crying but the relieved sort, isn't it? Something like that -- I don't recall the exact translations. She has also said something about not being sure what it would take to make him cry for emotional reasons. Yet another shows him seeming "Jealous" because the female black cat is with some male cat (probably the father of her kittens 😆).

Another one is supposed to depict "Satiety". Again, she wasn't sure how that expression should look, or what would finally satisfy him, so she has him turned away. She says something about him possibly just leaving once he's satisfied (full).

This adds to my Mother3 theory predictions that our earl's soul, once devoured, could 1. Make him have an odd reaction, like crying for emotional reasons and 2. Cause some major event, and (sometime) afterwards the demon leaves.

So, one of the last scenes could be whatever that emotional crying really looks like for him... and the very last panel could be of him walking away, finally satisfied (post from Feb 2021). Here's a short post from Jan 2018, another from Aug 2017, July 2017, and a couple separate threads that started in Dec 2015... so my thoughts on this honestly haven't changed too much since I first got started on Mother3 theory, back in December 2015. 😆

A little bit like Jane removing her maid's apron and walking away, Sebastian might doff parts of his butler uniform (assuming he was still wearing it until then), give one last look -- perhaps a smile or a few words -- and then turn to leave.

A sketch from 2017 and the "Satiety" sketch from 2013:

That's if the actual end of the series features him. If not, idk. An image of the survivors getting on with their lives, I suppose.

But I'd kind of like to think he might narrate an epilogue, even if he's not prominently featured in it. Then he could pop up to make his final exit.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #series ending #end of the series #series end #last scene #last panel #thoughts #ideas #sketches #emotions #yana toboso #sebbystruewife #asks #i answer #answered asks #may 22 2022

[returntothefalls]

Behind-the-Scenes of Return to the Falls

I did a post like this once before covering the first two chapters, so it seems about time to do another one covering the next four chapters!  I like to think I’ve got a few interesting tidbits here at least:

IQ-tie

The working title for this chapter was “Mabel and the Smarty Pines”, which never quite sat right with me, but I had a hard time thinking of something better.  What would become the titular pun was originally on Mabel’s sweater, which said “IQ and QT”.  But then when I was trying to think of a better title, @immaplatypus told me the similar pun – that Mabel was an IQ-tie – and it immediately stood out to both of us that it would be a much better title.

Is Trivi-o’s a lame name for a cereal?  I debated about it and decided yes, it is, and that is good.  A lame name for a lame cereal.

I did a lot of second-guessing myself about the logistics of the Sfinx and her very existence, but I’m glad in the end I didn’t let myself overthink it too much.  I’m really happy with how she turned out.

Much like the previous chapter, I wasn’t totally sure of how the heroes were going to turn the tables at the climax, and then when I separately thought up Carla’s “It’s for … arson” line in reference to her lighter, then I decided that’d be a good ole Chekov’s gun to bail them out.  But there was an early draft in which Carla piloted McGucket’s sphinx robot like an anime mech to beat the crap out of the Sfinx herself, so that’s fun to think about.

Challenge of the Hunt

The theme of the chapter always centered around the idea that there are more ways to win a challenge than simply playing along, but the finer details of the plot went through some major changes.  In one particularly bleak version, the Hunt was the ghost of a child who was abandoned in the woods and was misguidedly trying to protect Dipper and Mabel from their Grunkles, but that never felt quite right to me.

Skull Kid from The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask was a major visual and behavioral inspiration for the Hunt, though they ended up being very different in the end.  My original sketches of the Hunt even included a very Majora-esque mask.

Originally instead of having a pet wolf, the Hunt was going to transform into a giant wolf-like beast themself during their chase.  I later decided that having a pet wolf to help would add to the huntsman theme, plus it just didn’t feel like a very sporting ability for the Hunt to have themself.

On a related note, if the joke wasn’t obvious, the Hunt’s wolf is named Virginia as a pun on the author, Virginia Woolf.

Originally instead of taking trophies from the losers of their game, the Hunt was going to just straight-up murder them, with it being implied that the Manotaur from the beginning was killed, but that was darker than I wanted and made it feel harder to let them off scot-free at the end, so I’m glad I had the trophy idea instead.  Plus that led to some fun Stan dialogue, so it’s a win-win!

The chapter didn’t originally feature Candy and Grenda but I was really itching to write for them and already had other side characters to focus on in upcoming chapters, so I threw them in here.  I’m really glad too, got some great material out of their inclusion.

Grenda’s middle name being “Papercut” is, of all things, a Kick Buttowski reference, where Carl Faruolo, Grenda’s voice actor, voices a former wrestler named Papercut Peterson.

The original version of the “Grenda tramples the Hunt” scene instead had her and Dipper being ambushed by the Hunt and her instinctive response being to pick up the Hunt and throw them like a shot put.  I really wish I’d found a way to incorporate that because it’s such a hilarious image to me.

The whole bit of dialogue in the pit with Stan rambling about digging out was graciously provided by @immaplatypus

I had various different ideas for the Hunt’s “trophy room”. The first was going to be something Dipper and the others stumble on while fleeing that really gets them freaked out about what the Hunt can do, but I struggled to organically fit it in and thought things were getting kind of long anyway, so instead I made it the sight of the climactic showdown with the Hunt.

For anyone not catching the joke, Stan calling the Hunt “Helen” is a reference to actress Helen Hunt.

The Carla and Soos subplot was born from this being one of my oldest chapter ideas, at a point in which I hadn’t even added Carla to the story yet, so I realized much later on that I just completely forgot to ever add her to this chapter.  And since Soos wasn’t a part of the family camping trip, then that all worked out perfectly to pair him up with Carla.  And I’m really glad it did, because their scenes were some of my favorites I’ve written so far.

Scrapped line from Soos, reassuring Carla about her place in the Shack: “Rudeness is polite in this house!  It’s just like Mr. Pines always says: get off the premises or I’ll shoot!”

There’s not really any significance to the Hunt being a deer-fox.  I wasn’t drawing from any particular inspiration, it was just two animals associated with hunting that I thought made a good aesthetic, and I think I’d been watching Hilda (which also features a deerfox) around the time I was initially sketching them.

Some other possibilities I considered for the ending cryptogram:

YOU JUST LOST THE GAME – if you get this, you’re liable for a senior’s discount

IT REMINDS ME OF THE HUNT – an obscure Fairly OddParents quote I think of daily

THE HUNT HUNTER HAS BECOME THE HUNT HUNTED – the word “hunt” really just gets used a lot in this chapter

The Sorceford’s Apprentice

Once again, Robbie’s song was spur-of-the-moment spit out by Jessica. Everyone go love up on her and her extraordinary talents.

Instead of a possum king, Dipper and Gideon were originally going to deal with a squirrel king that is defeated because Gideon is a true southern gentleman and always carries cashews in his pockets.

Supernatural Speakeasy

Here’s one passage from the town meeting that I had to cut for pacing but nevertheless love a lot:  “I’m still temporarily deprived of my wealth,” Preston Northwest said.  “And my pyramid scheme – I mean perfectly legitimate business – needs buyers. And I’ve already ripped off – I mean marketed to – almost everyone in town.”  He leaned over to the Pizza Guy sitting beside him.  “Hey, chum, have you heard of essential oils?”

Demusa is 100% voiced by Susan Egan.  She’s gotta be dripping with sultry like Meg from Hercules.

Pacifica was going to be obnoxious BFFs with C-Beth but then I had the idea for Gideon and C-Beth’s interaction and the concept of Demusa came to me.

A scrapped subplot would have had Mabel claim to be over the dating game, but Dipper is afraid she’ll fall back into old habits, so he tries to make her oblivious to any “dateable” creatures, which is difficult since there are now swarms of them in the Shack, and he doesn’t want another Norman situation.  I got rid of it because it just wasn’t working out smoothly and was just enjoying all the other minor conversations, but it persisted slightly in the existence of the Wolf Boy.

There are a few vague allusions here to a scrapped chapter that would have focused on Multi-Bear and his backstory.  It never worked out great and it felt shoehorned in as a continuation of old plots (namely that of Dipper vs. Manliness), so I never did much with it.  It would have involved a Russian ringmaster creating a circus of freaks and capturing the Manotaurs, forcing Leaderaur to team up with Multi-Bear and Dipper to save them.  I don’t remember my exact backstory for Multi-Bear but it was going to involve Mayor Befuftlefumpter of all people being the adoptive brother of Multi-Bear, and Leaderaur as a childhood friend of both.  It was all really weird and it’s good that it was thrown out on the curb where it belongs.

The ending cryptogram is a reference to a quote from Sgt. Frog Abridged on Youtube.

That’s all for now, hope some of you found this at least a little amusing!  Thanks so much for reading and sticking around!  And keep your eyes peeled for the sneak peek of the next chapter!

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #disney #not what he seems #behind the scenes #return to the falls #iq-tie #challenge of the hunt #the sorceford’s apprentice #supernatural speakeasy

[steakout-05]

every kitty maid barry sprite i have worked on so far

this post will be long

fig 1: tiny little sprite sheet (not to actual sprite scale)

thoughts:

Barry's dress was decently easy to sprite as it is essentially a palette swap with a skirt and a few other details. the skirt was a bit tricky to figure out, i originally wanted it to be a more straight/flat kind of dress, but it didn't turn out too well so i decided to give him a more frilly and detailed skirt. i loosely referenced the princess' dress in episode 1 of the DTM series. i was thinking about keeping his sleeves ripped but the little short white sleeves were too cute to pass up ^w^

also wanted to remove the tie but i thought it looked nice and fit really well with the colours, so i kept it

this is lifted from one of KoolTimYT's sprite edits, like the tail and ears and the blush colour, though the dress and bows are completely original art

those shrugging sprite were actually really tricky to edit, the first two were fine as the only real difference was Barry's head perspective and it being a singular pixel down in position, but the other two were kinda hard as i not only needed to sprite an unseen area of Barry's dress, but i realised the arms had a singular pixel difference so i needed to go back and fix that. also spriting a slightly different sleeve and trying to figure out the other positionings in general

spriting Barry's kitty nyah gesture hands was also a little tricky but i got a hang of it and i think i did a pretty decent job at it :)

those separate sprites with just his arms and the bows up in the corner was mainly for me to have extra assets to use in case i fuck up but i think they could be useful for anyone else to use

the pink bows were for the first kitty Barry edit i did where i was gonna give him a super colourful pink dress/suit

by the way i make all of these sprites in MS Paint and add transparency in Paint.net by magic-wanding away the unnecessary white spaces (why is unnecessary spelled like that i have had the hardest time trying to spell that stupid word for as long as i can remember what the fuck) (i guess you could say the stupid extra letters are unnecessary why is there a C???)

fig 2: the first sprites

thoughts:

so the one on the right was made as a complete joke when i saw KoolTim's sprite and i internally went "haha but what if he like being a cat" and gave him the bows because i thought they looked cute

as mentioned before i was gonna make him a pink dress, but the black one looked better. so i was gonna give him pink and yellow socks but they looked out of place and just made 'em white.

just realised..... spamton socks..............

the early "nyah!!" sprite kinda looks like those lucky cats that wave their paw you know the ones

really glad i gave Barry the dress because the look really pulls everything together real nicely

yeah not much to say about these ones moving on

fig 3: beta unused do not research

thoughts:

so the first one on the left is me trying to figure out which skirt type to use when i realised i wanted to use black instead of pink. obviously it didn't look very good. also just a sidenote the reason the outline is grey is because i often use a grey colour when spriting or "sketching" over a sprite, basically it's not finalised

the second one is me trying to get a look at how the dress fits on the shrugging sprite which is why it looks messed up

the other two are the same i think i don't know why there's 2

floating cat ear my beloved

these are a bit unsettling

fig 4: colour palette guide feat. my grapheme-colour synesthesia

thoughts:

self explanatory. sometimes colour picking directly from a sprite over and over can be tricky so it's good to have a neat little colour guide on hand for any spriter

the white had black around it because i drew this is MS Paint where the base colour is, you guessed it, white

yes i know the little coloured letters are ugly, blame my brain for going "but what if we colour these in the way you see letters" and me for agreeing with my brain ignore that pretend it's not there

speaking of synesthesia: R is green. you cannot argue with me on this. R is a green letter and i will die on that hill it's just so,,, green looking

may update this in the futore thankyou for looking at these

#spriting #my aart. #tag urself who's your favourite maid kitty barry sprite #letting the impulsive thoughts win: a rope of sand #spriting is actually pretty fun and MS Paint is a pretty nice program for it #a lot of undertale and deltarune's sprites were made in it anyway #i'm so scared to tag this with barry steakfries in case some poor unknowing soul finds this #wait is dan the man a tag on here #dan the man #OH NO WHAT HAVE I DONE #FUCK #FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHITHSIT SHIT SHIT #UHHH #GOD #FUCKSHIT #welp #hi dan the man fans <3 please ignore this

[lovelywingsart]

//AU// A Little Feeling

Story('chapter'???) number 6!~

Have more small angst, but this time for a pretty important event! Specifically, this takes place about 3.5 months in.

(In regards to that last post about this, I'll actually make a separate one to explain because I don't want this to be long. Anyway, please enjoy the angst and small, tiny amount of heartbreak for this chapter. uwu)

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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*Warnings?: Some angst, pregnancy feeling stuff, emotional distance

Summary: It's a few months in, and Emelia is feeling... something- And it turns out she's not crazy like she thinks.

All was quiet save for soft music on the radio as Emelia sat at the desk she kept in the room, writing and sketching away at papers that nearly covered the surface. The dizziness had been minimal recently, at least as long as she didn't move, and it was the only thing she could do to keep sane at this point so early on. It was enough to keep the father of her child off her case and her off his own. Her gaze traveled between them every once on a while as she switched between them; from plans, to random writings, even to small sketches of whatever came to mind.

Heisenberg still didn't come down very much unless she asked, but she constantly kept it to the back of her mind. It was something for forced herself not to focus on despite the difficulty, but she managed... And so she kept herself busy constantly how she could, or she just... slept.

She found herself rubbing her stomach more and more for comfort, internally feeling the growth with each passing week. It didn't seem like much at first on the outside, but even she knew better; the Cadou had amplified just slightly, and she could feel every little pressure and stretch as it grew and seemed to settle along with the parasite.

Along with the growth, recently there had been... feelings, she noticed. She couldn't tell exactly what they were, and assumed it was simple, small movements. It didn't worry her very much as she had been aware from small information she could find, even as the small 'fluttering' made itself known quite a bit- but it never affected her physically. It just felt... odd. Like a butterfly, almost.

It happened quite a bit within the past few days as an internal feeling, but it wasn't until she pressed lightly against the more firm skin now that she noticed... something else. Another small feeling, as if something moved- no, pressed against her hand.

It was as if the muscle in her palm twitched just slightly, but only in one spot. She looked down at her hand as she felt it, turning it for her palm to face up. No, it wasn't a muscle spasm... It would have continued. Why would it have only been one spot...?? Wouldn't a spasm continue???

The thought simply left her mind after a few seconds of staring, and she set her hand against her stomach again- only to feel it once more. The other fluttering sensations began again, and she looked directly at her stomach.

She kept her hand pressed to the skin for a few moments more in confusion. Sure, she had been feeling something, feeling movements inside her body like she was now, but what-

Her thoughts halted immediately as she felt it yet again- a small, almost indistinguishable bump at the palm of her hand, accompanying the feeling she had been having for past few weeks or so prior. The two came hand-in-hand now as the focused on it, and it made her mind race.

She kept her eye on her hand as it subsided, but quickly felt another...

And another...

And another.

It... It was almost like...

Her eye widened as she suddenly realized what it was, or what it could be, and she instantly reached out her other hand for the small radio on the table, hitting the button to speak without even looking.

"Karl..." she spoke slowly, unable to keep the mild amazement and nervousness from her voice. There was silence for a moment until the radio sparked to life as he replied.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled from the static. She was quiet for a moment before swallowing hard.

"I... C-Can you..." she tried, now finding it hard to breathe evenly. It wasn't until she took a deep breath that she spoke quickly. "... Get down here."

She received no reply as her hand slowly left the radio itself, joining the other against her stomach. This... This was...

She nearly felt tears prick her eye before the door finally opened within the next minute or so, and Heisenberg walked in quickly. He may not have come down much, but at least he was quick if she sounded distressed enough...

"Whats wrong?" He asked instantly, stopping at the chair she currently sat in. She only managed to tear her gaze away to meet his, and she took a breath.

"Give me your hand." She demanded quickly, holding out one of hers. He jerked back in surprise at the motion, taking a step back. What???

"I-... What??"

"Just... Just give me your hand. Please." She said again, making a grabbing motion as his brows knit in confusion and mild irritation. "Karl, just... It's important. I need to know I'm not going bloody insane. Please."

He stared at her, his gaze switching between her face and her hand. What in the fuck was she planning...? Why so desperate?

"Will you at least tell me why?"

"No I will not." She stated, and he grumbled. He was quiet before sighing.

"... Fine... Fine." He grumbled, slowly holding his hand out.

He jumped as she grabbed it quickly, suddenly yanking him down closer to her. His body went rigid as she suddenly placed his hand flat against her stomach, his eyes widening in slight panic.

"Emelia, what the fuck are you-"

"Shush." She said quickly. "Feel."

"What the hell do-"

He stopped as she shushed him again, though this time her eye widened.

"Did... Did you feel that...???" She nearly whispered. He paused.

".. Feel what?"

Another pause before she shifted.

"That!!" She said suddenly, patting his hand. He frowned.

"Emmy, I don't-"

"P-Please, just... Just focus Karl, please-" she started, stopping herself before she started begging completely. He looked at her for a moment before sighing.

He moved his hand away for a moment, earning a tiny whimper before he maneuvered himself to kneel in front of her. He rested one arm on her thigh, bringing the other up to hesitantly return its spot to her belly. He focused in silence for a few moments before he finally felt it; the smallest bump to the palm of his hand, as if something had tapped it with the most gentle motion he had ever felt. His brows knit once more in confusion, this time towards what he had just slightly felt. What the hell-

He felt it again before slowly retreating his hand away, fingers twitching slightly out of a sudden nervousness. That... But it-

"Emelia..." he started slowly, finally looking back up at her.

She stared at him, expectant and wide eyed with new amazement.

"... Please tell me you felt it too..." She nearly whispered.

He kept his gaze on her face before slowly looking back at her stomach. There was... There was alot settling in his brain now, much more than he was really able to comprehend at the current moment. But he said nothing, only nodding slightly.

There was silence between the two once more, and Emelias attention fell back to her stomach.

"I think... I think that was a kick..." she managed, her voice quiet and, he noticed, somewhat strained and wavering. She swallowed hard. "It... I-It's what I've been feelings, it's..." she paused, moving a shaky hand to her face to nearly cover her mouth. "... It's kicking..."

He didn't move. He didn't move a single goddamn muscle. This was... this was terrifying. It was horrifying. It was real....

It was far too real now.

A sniffle from her broke him out of his own small trance, and he looked up to see her wipe her face.

"S-... S-Sorry, I..." she tried, her voice quiet. She looked at him as he pulled his hand away, but froze as she looked at his face. He looked... nervous. Moreso than she had seen thus far.

"... It's fine..." he mumbled quietly, obviously trying to hide the emotions he struggled with feeling. She stared at him before sighing.

"You... You can go... if you want..." she said quietly, her gaze falling to her stomach. She tapped against it lightly as the fluttering calmed. "I just... I wanted to know I wasn't crazy. That's all..."

He kept his eyes on her, a sudden feeling of guilt twisting his stomach as she suddenly scooted back into the chair with a solemn expression. She was quiet for a few moments, and he nearly flinched as she suddenly forced a smile when she looked at him again.

"I know you're busy." She nearly whispered, and he felt his own heart sink just slightly at the sad, yet slightly grateful tone in her voice. "But... thank you."

He was quiet. His thoughts ran through his head a mile a minute, and none of them were good. This was killing him. He wanted to be as happy as she was, to be excited over this new development, but it only made his fears worse.

He wanted to do something. Do ANYTHING to at least comfort or make her feel less alone than he knew she already did.

But he couldn't.

He glanced down at her stomach for a moment and cleared his throat nervously.

"Are... Are you... hungry? Or... something?" He managed quietly, his words almost hesitant. She blinked in surprise.

"... Uhm... M-... M-Maybe...?" She tilted her head. "I... I suppose I haven't quite eaten in a while... Not much, at least-"

He suddenly stood up with a huff, not giving her a chance to say much more.

"Alright. Just... Stay here."

She held her breath.

"... I haven't moved from this room in some weeks under your 'orders'... You know that." She replied carefully, lifting a brow as he paused. He didn't move before slowly reaching to give her shoulder a small squeeze. He felt her tense in his gentle grip, letting his fingers drift along the fabric of the shirt she wore as his hand fell.

"... I'll be back." He said quietly, turning and walking to the door.

She remained quiet even as she nodded slowly, her gaze following him out the door until it closed. She couldn't help but reach up and tap her shoulder where his hand had been, unable to stop the small frown that grew as the tiny warmth it had given disappeared. She took her hand away, letting it fall to her lap as she looked at the papers she had been working on. She... She really did want him to stay. Maybe she would have just seemed way too desperate, but there was nothing she could do... All she could hope was soon that he'd come down more. Soon he'd realize she needed him more than he thought, and soon he'd be able to look her in the eye without the obvious guilt he was so desperately trying to hide... And that guilt made is so, so much worse. She hoped so much that it would be soon...

But... How soon really was 'soon'...?

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[unpleasant-ghoul]

Oh, hey, look! A post by me that's not about some video game!

I don't normally post shit that's still in progress. But I like the creature and i want to share because I might never finish it (kinda complex for my current skill. Might get too frustrated by the idea/ability difference and drop. happens often)

So, here. Here is it and the whole process of how such things came to be.

This is a pseudocentaur. Those things started for me a long time ago, and it's gonna be a lot to read, so I, ever-merciful, will hide the rest under a spoiler. Here:

So. A few years ago i was reading about Nuckelavee, started sketching, ended up with this:

You can tell from the human-for-scale interacting with it, that even then it had some vague shadow of being more than just a random monster. Not quite a character, but has a potential of getting there. You can also see that that version involved no actual horses, merely a vaguely equine thing that was truly the part of the pseudocentaur. And it was fucking massive.

For a few years it remained forgotten. Then a couple months ago I found it again and decided that I like it! It's neat! But it needs some love and also some actual thought put into it.

And so I started thinking on how's and why's and also on the matter of "does this have to be so big, when my love of things that are fucking ginormous has already led me to an ever-growing number of dragon OC's with absolute MINIMUM height at shoulders being 5. Fucking. Meters?"

So after thinking for some time and drawing for some time I got this page:

(as you can see, size of the creature reduced. Greatly. Also, has actual horse now)

And a much better idea of what the fuck we even have here. And I will share that idea with you whether you want it or not. I'm in a sharing mood. Suffer.

So!

Pseudocentaurs as they are now are parasitic creatures! They infect horses (other animals of similar size can be used, but results vary. Smaller beings can be infected, but don't survive full transformation. It can be used as a way of healing in a pinch, as long as the larva is killed just as the body finished repairing the pre-existing damage before going through the whole "neck splitting open" thing). But they're sapient and generally not evil, so they tend to have standards.

Most, unless there's no choice, prefer dying or even freshly dead hosts, since a dying one gets to continue living, even if it looks gruesome, and a dead one is, well, dead. So nobody's robbed of a whole potential life of Being A Normal Horse. In the case with dead hosts, pseudocentaur takes full control over the body, while with a living host it's usually basically an idealized, fairytale version of riding... Except without ever separating again. I say usually because they're as varied as humans. Some, despite it being frowned upon, take over perfectly healthy animals and essentially pilot them around without any regard for their own wishes.

On the matter of anatomy: the host's original mouth essentially disappears. You can see that: it's just an upper jaw, no tongue, no nothing. The head is not for eating anymore, just breathing (that mass on the horse head's close-up? Extended trachea!) and providing most of the auditory information, as the parasite's hearing is not all that great. And keeping an eye out for danger. Four is better than two! Especially with, again, a living host that can spot things on its own rather than being a fancy horse-shaped periscope.

Now, how does this thing EAT? Not with the parasite's mouth! That one's just for speaking. Not all even choose to have it at all. Instead, there is a circular, fanged, maw at the joint of the host and parasite's bodies. Food (and the body is repurposed for an omnivorous diet during the transformation) has to be shoved in there with the parasite's own hands (or with someone else's. It's not rude to scrape leftovers off your plate and right into your pseudocentaur friend's waiting maw). It's not the most convenient way to eat, but it is how it is. Do it or starve.

Beyond the splitting neck, the loss of jaw, the development of the maw, and the whole "you're an omnivore, Harry" thing, there can sometimes be no changes at all, or there can be some relatively subtle (compared to everything else) stuff: keratinous plating growing on legs, sometimes lengthening of the tail. Might lose some/all fur, might not.

Pseudocentaurs reproduce through two methods: true reproduction, making a whole NEW pseudocentaur is, well. You probably guessed. Two pseuds with living hosts of opposite sexes... Yea. Results in what at first is a normal foal, but bears the pseudocentaur larva in it and transforms after the horse is more or less adult. Those born pseuds are much more in tune with their hosts and, as I've said already, are fully NEW beings. New personality, no experience, they learn as they go. Like children! Except much cuter.

The other, and more common way, is releasing a "fly" made of one's own flesh to seek a new host. The resulting "new" pseudocentaur will have the original's exact personality and same memories up to the point of separation. It can be done voluntarily, or happen on its own if the current body is too damaged. If done voluntarily, the original continues to exist, so it's basically two separate instances of the same dude, just using different hosts and being in different places.

So, there ya have it. Pseudocentaurs. Base inspiration, as mentioned at the start, is the Nuckelavee, additional inspirations for the recent changes were Necromorphs and Illithids.

#ghoul draws #monster

[oliviapasianworkshop]

January 11-17

I completely forgot to make this post until today, the 20th, but for the sake of my future process book, here is what I did this week:

I made some decisions about what the rest of the semester will look like and put that information into this page for our collective capstone brief assignment:

My current plan is to make two more websites, one main one being the community garden idea, where I'm thinking it'll be like a collaborative tamagotchi sort of thing, inspired by how real community gardens work and bring people together. For the brief, I put that I wanted to do a trail-following website, where you see everyone's cursor movements, but I spent the week contemplating this and couldn't think of a way to make it more dimensional than just following cursors. I came up with another idea, to make a website inspired by rainbow looms and cat's cradle and other nostalgic uses for rubber bands. The website would be like a big peg board where anyone can add permanent rubber band art on one big canvas, like a collaborative whiteboard but with rubber bands. So I think the rubber band drawing website and community garden are two projects I am sure about, and I'd like to do little mini experiments along the way if I encounter anything I want to separately explore more.

Timeline-wise, my plan is to spend the entire semester on the community garden, since I know how much work it will be, as I want to add things like real weather and day/night and real-time growth. I want to give people a reason to keep checking in. And for the rubber band website, I'll spend the next few weeks on it, since I have already sketched the design which just needs a few minor changes and then I just need to code it, which shouldn't be too bad.

Concept-wise, I spent this week contemplating my topic a lot. I feel like I keep ending up at crossroads where there are just too many things I am excited about and I don't know what will end up being the best for this thesis. It's better to have too many things to be excited about than none at all, but it's still hard to constantly be making decisions about this after I thought I had it mostly figured out. My research has stayed around the same ideas of the decentralized web, experimentation, making websites by hand, and collaboration/community. But narrowing it has been confusing because for a while, it was about combating isolation, but now it's less about that and more about just making fun escapist spaces on the web, which I don't know if that's what I want to do. I mean, it is, but I don't know if it's as engaging as other ideas I had. And nostalgia, especially web nostalgia, has been a big part of my research interests, and I don't know how it fits in anymore. It does, but it's not as much a part as I want it to be, because I don't think I really know what I'm even trying to do with my project anymore. Which I need to figure out, soon, but I just want to make silly websites and not think, is that too much to ask?? (yes)

Anyway, here's my current research question draft:

How can I create software interactions that act as tools to visually and conceptually use the web as a platform for creativity, connection and collaboration?

I think it needs some more juice because it's missing something, which I will hopefully figure out this week.

And here's the rubber band website sketch:

[genericfiredemon]

A random dump of trauma [or why i stopped worrying about when a friend might backstab me, and just learned to enjoy their presence for what it's worth]

TL;DR: This was going to be a post about me warning people about how to be careful with who you chose to be your friend, but upon revision, I realize that's not the case. Be polite, be efficient, and have a plan to abscond from any toxic community that makes itself hell for you. So for a long LONG time I've spent on the internet I can say that I've probably only had one healthy relationship that lasted several years across the internet, and it was back when I was on Xbox live gold and farting around with other 12-17 yearolds. It was great but we all fizzled out when I lost access to one of my old accounts, but even then at that point life was getting to each one of us one by one. I share this because I think this was the only friend group that I've had online that was genuinely concerned about my well being more often than not, people i was safe sharing some slivers of my living situation with, sure not as much as I'm open to share now but I feel like it was fun. The other 2 major places I had hung out with were less so. One was a far right echo chamber that I had to be threatened with violence (among other things) to get out of [Thank god I actually respect my brother for this] and there was a mentally draining toxic as hell cesspit was slowly wearing me down until I eventual self-exiling. Not going to name names but, respectively These communities were a Doom Multiplayer Community, and the other was a Youtube community. The former I joined during the Height of the whole "Make America gooder again" bullshit parade. When I joined the server I was happy to finally find something that I can actually connect with outside of the random bullshit I was doing in Gmod and Roblox still. I had just started getting into sketching random ADHD addled story ideas in my study notebooks and I thought this was a good place to share them. Then I saw they had a Trump channel dedicated to political shitposting. I did not take this as a red flag at the time. I really REALLY should have. I did eventually start spending a lot of time with these people and forming genuine connections with them because well they seemed nice (and I had not come out as trans at that moment, I was still super masc Identifying despite having a MYRIAD OF FEMALE CHARACTERS AS MY PROFILE PIC) I shortly started distancing myself when I started casually saying antisemetic rhetoric and jokes in my real day-to-day life and my parents had every reason not to like that I did that.

Theeen they started makeing jokes about the Transgender suicide statistics. Then I got really REALLY icy with them and just gave them an Irish goodbye. And then after a while I just kind of went to youtube and started watching through random shit, and lo and behold a new "The Room" of Video games dropped and I was watching so many youtubers reviewing it because it was just SO BAFFLING to me. Through this I got in contact with another community I felt rather comfortable spending most of my time in. I was one of the first wave of people who were even aware of the central community's existence so it felt like I had found something cool! I chatted with a lot of people who were a lot more sane about current events and started making more genuine friends online again. About a year passes, server priorities were changed and I ended up being a solid part of the community, for better and worse. I did have a few hangups here and there, a few crazys here that made it clear that the community needed frequent moderators. And with that a few bad mods that either didn't do their job or rule lawyered over every single user that they didn't like. And then the first really bad thing happened to me. At this point the youtuber, a person who I kind of hung out with on the regular takes me and a few others and gives us a special secret role that sets us in a separate field that isn't visible to the regulars. Their reasoning was because the voice chat gets overwhelming while they're trying to work and talk with people. At the time I understood and for a while it was in fact a great place to hang out! And then one of the members lets slip that their wife actually owns their discord account and proceeds to make another to join the server.

I want to STRESS I met her when I was 17-coming on 18 when I continue down this part. I have already went into detail about how she really messed me up and I have named her on my twitter, but Tumblr won't get that honor (and also I don't want to get anymore death threats over how their favorite furry vtuber got scared off the platform by a meanie clout chaser). For a while the friendgroup and I got along great, including and ESPECIALLY me and the "wife" as I'll dub her, the youtuber, and quite a few other people. Time passes, I find out about how "wife" streams occasionally and since i'm starting to get into watching live streams I decide to give her a watch a few times. Then I let slip that I just turned 18 after a birthday recently. Biggest fucking mistake of my life, I now know that I did the equivalent of accidentally letting a vampire into my life. She then proceeded to slide into my DMs about increasingly lewd topics. I had BILLIONS of questions comments and concerns running through my brain but for some reason I ignored all of the red flags because a girl was interested in me and at the time... i was a little attention starved. Things got more clearly gold-diggy as time went on, her not so subtly bugging me for free art and amazon gifts when I in fact did not have a job and barely any money. On top of the fact she was going around in the youtuber's chatrooms asking for games so she can stream, flat out. But I still thought nothing of it, that it was all ok. It didn't matter that she was married, right? So I hang out with her, Dm her, and attend her streams quite a bit more frequently. I allowed her to all but fully bully me under the guise that it's just a fetish thing, that I haven't voiced consent for because it genuinely flustered me in a way I liked. I even drew fanart of her fursona both lewd and not lewd!!! And then she sends me a picture of a thousand dollar bad dragon dildo. She starts by asking which one she should get, I joke about getting one with seminal fluids, and the bold bitch straight up asks me to help pay for it. I told her "I don't actually have any money to do so... sorry." Trying to let her down gently instead of saying what i was thinking "Why the FUCK are you asking me to help you pay for a thousand dollar monster cock." She went "oh :c" and left me alone for the night. The Next fucking morning a friend asked in voice chat "So uh... did anybody else get "the wife" asking them to help her pay for a thousand dollar dildo?" At that moment my image of her and our relationship was fucking obliterated. It fucking emotionally ruined me. I have some inkling of an idea as to why I was so emotionally invested in this relationship of what was essentially sexting. I ended up recieving one end of a girlfriend treatment affair with The "Husband and Wife" and when this all came to light the illusion faded. I wasn't having a meaningful relationship with anybody! It was just a transaction on one end and I was about ready to just fully dedicate to the bad end of simp culture!!! like full stop she was manipulating not just ME but a whole slew of potential paypigs to bankroll her streaming career. We eventually ban her for the implications of knowing me since I was a minor and probably intelligently sussing me out as a potential paypig. At that point I became a moderator for the community and... unfortunately I was a terrible moderator there.

#rambles #random thoughts #cw: trauma #trauma dumping #friendships #Don't let the dark thoughts win >:u #wall of text #too long #i'm so fucking sorry lol #generic posts #multiple posts