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emerxshiu · 3 days
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FORGOTTEN LAND'S SECOND ANNIVERSARY :3
I AM SOOOO BACK
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I started this drawing yesterday around afternoon and finished it just a few minutes earlier.
I went with a messier type of drawing instead of more clean like the elfilin one from yesterday, i find it fun doing it like this, mostly cause i dont have to worry about making it perfectly so i dont get as frustrated as normal. Id place this one as my second best digital drawing. im pretty sure i havent posted what i consider my best digital drawing here, tho i do have it in instagram, i might post it here one day, tho these two are way too tied up, i love how this came out, its not exactly like how i imagined it but its really close to it, and also itd say that since i dont tend to play around lighting that much, this was such a joy to draw and i cant help but stare at it a lot, at least until i start hating it because i made quite a lot of errors. i also changed my elfilis gijinka just a tad bit from last time, but its not that big of a difference, mostly.
ofc i had to draw elfilis for forgotten land's anniversary, i tend to deny it in my head but yeah they're my fave of the kirby characters even tho i hate them a bit. I wanted to draw some more doodles, like, elfilis eating cake, kirby car, a bunch of other stuff (not elfilin cuz i already drew him yesterday) but when i tried i couldnt draw anything more, guess this drawing burned me out a lot, huh?
you can definitly tell i spent all the efforts on him cuz if you look a bit closer to the bottom part you'll see its almost barely detailed, but i mean, they're the focus so make sense i guess for me not add that much detail there. um also, maybe because i dunno i had OVER 130 LAYERS jeez no wonder firealpaca was slowing down so much, i need to manage my layers better next time, tho i did do something i keep forgetting, wich is naming them (most of them at least) that was a real life saver
Also, antares (fecto elfilis' spear/cadaceus), as always, was a pain to draw, but this time its probably been draw the most accurate out of every other drawing ive made with it in it, i didnt notice it was like, a little curved when it reached the blade
some close ups since his face is a bit hard to see
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silly :3
fun fact! actually, this is technically a redraw, somewhere around between february and march i started a fecto elfilis drawing for the first anniversary, but i couldnt finish it in time, and i never finished it
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thats...quite the improvement! (i remember being so proud of it)
also his wings are like that cuz i did not want to draw the pattern, its way too hard, i literally copy pasted it, wait, i was talking about the 2024 version but i looked at the 2023 one and i just noticed it also has the pattern copy pasted, i guess some stuff never changes since i still abuse the ctrl+c ctrl+v to this day
Also i ended up making a huge error there, i was planing to add the phantom spears from orbital pulsar (the attack he does first when you battle them at lab discovera) but theres an innacuracy, when they do the attack, they always close their eyes, i had actually sketched him (well i mean both these drawings are basically the first sketch (2023) or second sketch(2024) with some color, shadows and lighting. i didnt do lineart in the 2024 one cuz i wanted to be a bit like the og i made (too bad i sketched that one with black since the og was sketched with white due to me drawing the bg first)) with his eyes closed but them decided to make them open for a reason i cant remember, maybe i thought itd look nicer? idk
ive had the idea of redrawing this for quite some month now so it was kinda already planned
background cuz i think it came out really pretty
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doesnt have the little stars since without elfilis and the structures it looks fucked up. the actual sky in game is more blue, but the clouds have some orange, in the 2023 ver. i made the sky orange, and in the 2024 ver i wanted it more accurate, but i didnt wanna loose the orange sky, so i did a gradient. pretty...
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also here's a screenshot i took when i was like halfway trough it, its barely noticeable but i changed his mouth in the final drawing
I really love katfl, like a buncha whole lot, its basically almost my first mainline kirby game. 100% the demo, finished the game in almost one day, i literally play it monthly, like, every month i put the card in my switch, start it up, get morpho sword, and go shred elfilis in lab discovera. i would probably not even be here on tumblr and the kirby fandom if it werent for it. and i love it so much i genuinly cannot express how much i like it and treasure it with words or anything
Thank you for reading my unnecesarily long rambles lol
I hope i'll post tomorrow and dont forget like usual
Jambuhbye!
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ghostofskywalker · 1 year
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Filed Under: Payroll Complaints
Words: 1,108
Summary: As an office worker living on Coruscant, you had little to no understanding of what the war was like. The only reason you even got a glimpse of it was because you worked in the front office of the GAR.
or alternatively: a collection of voicemails found on your answering machine, all proving one irrefutable truth: that you (and all of the clone commanders) really deserved a raise.
Note: i have no idea where this idea came from, but i cracked open some wine and stayed up way too late writing this (it's currently quarter after midnight. i really need to go to bed) but i hope you enjoy it!! i'm dedicating this to my lovely friend @captainsophiestark, who has asked to be tagged when i posted this fic! it is probably the least "standard" reader fic i've ever written, but i liked the idea of using a reader character to frame the narrative, even if there isn't much importance to them :)
ao3 link || clone troopers masterlist
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“Hello, you’ve reached the Grand Army of the Republic’s front office. If you know the extension of your party, you can dial it at any time. If you need to contact the Jedi Temple, please press 1. To reach the Kaminoan cloning facility, press 2. To get in touch with the Coruscant Guard, press 3 in the case of an emergency and 4 for the office of Commander Fox. If you’re interested in enlisting or aiding in the war effort in any way, please press 5. If you would like to speak to someone in our payroll and budgeting department, press 6. For all other inquiries, press 7. To listen to these options again, please remain on the line or press 8.”
Those were the options everyone got when they commed the number posted for the GAR. And half the time, those calls went to you in the payroll department. Rarely did they ever contain requests, demands, or complaints that you could ever do anything about, but they were entertaining (if nothing else).
you have *:・゚✧ eight ✧ ゚・:* new messages
“Six.”
“Jesse.”
“What, Fives?”
“You have to press the button, not say the number.”
“I knew that. I did both.”
“Who are you even calling anyway?”
“Payroll.”
“But we don’t even get paid.”
“Exactly! I’m going to fix that”
“I don’t think this message is really selling it vod.”
“Oh kriff, is this thing already recording?”
“Rex is going to kill you.”
*:・゚✧ ✧ ゚・:*
“Are you in charge of the budget? My name is General Skywalker, I wanted to talk to you about getting some new weaponry but General Kenobi seems to think that most of the GAR’s funding has already been allocated for this quarter. If he’s right, no need to call me back, but if there’s a few credits left laying around, please contact me as soon as possible. My troops and I have some ideas that might benefit more than just the 501st and would love to put our thoughts into action. If you want to get in touch, just contact Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo, she’ll be able to reach me.”
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“Hello, this is Commander Thorn of the Coruscant Guard. I understand you’ve been in contact with Fox about new equipment for our commanding officers? Look, is there any way that we can divert those funds to cover a new caf machine and grounds that don’t actually taste like dirt? The commander would never ask for it himself, but in my personal opinion the effectiveness of the force would drastically increase if we didn’t have to drink the equivalent of Endorian mud water every morning when we came in to our shift. More so than if we got all new weapons and equipment. I heard that the 212th got a fancy caf machine with the excess funds from the last budget redraw, did their general have anything to do with it or could we have always just asked for it? Either way, let me or Fox know the status of the request as soon as possible. Thorn out.”
*:・゚✧ ✧ ゚・:*
“This is General Kenobi. I’m calling to hopefully precede a communication you may receive from a pirate called Hondo Ohnaka asking for monetary compensation. Whatever he will claim that he has done for the Republic is likely nothing but trickery and lies, and there is certainly no reason to feel threatened by him. If you receive more than one communication from him or his crew, please reach out to me and I’ll handle the situation. If there is anything else you or the GAR office in general needs, you can always reach out to me or Commander Cody as well.”
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“Alright, I have gotten through to the payroll and budget department. What supplies do we need at this point, Tech?”
“More explosives!”
“Wrecker, I highly doubt that the GAR’s payroll and budget receptionist will have the power to clear that kind of request. And besides, Hunter asked me, not you.”
“So what are you going to get? Better goggles?”
“No, he’ll just ask for a new ship to ruin.”
“You are all incredibly rude. My requests are based on when I took inventory of the medical supplies and tools on the ship. Speaking of which, maybe you should ask for more toothpicks, Crosshair.”
“I hate you all.”
“Guys, come on. We-”
But before the one calling could get through the rest of his sentence, a beep echoed from the answering machine, signaling the end of the communication on your line.
*:・゚✧ ✧ ゚・:*
“This is Hondo, the greatest pirate in the galaxy calling to collect on what is owed to me. Kenobi should have informed you that I will be in touch. Don’t believe anything he said about me, my service was invaluable to your war effort and I believe that it is only right for me to ask for what I am owed. Please call back and I will give you the full itinerary of my grievances, and if you don’t, I will not hesitate to break in and take what I want myself. I hope to speak soon.”
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“How many massif treats do you think we need to get our point across, Sinker?”
“I don’t know, I feel like we should at least get a box or two, and send some to the Guard as well. Hound is always talking about how they need treats for Grizzer down there.”
“So should we really be dumping a bunch of them on the Commander’s bunk then?”
“Probably not, but if I had to walk around for an entire campaign with blue in my hair because of him, then he’s going to have to deal with the consequences.”
“I don’t know, I thought you looked nice!”
“Yeah, maybe if I was part of the 501st.”
“Good point, two boxes it is. Hopefully they got the message.”
*:・゚✧ ✧ ゚・:*
“Hello, this is Kix, CT number 6116 calling from the flagship Resolute. The 501st will be arriving for a week of shore leave in two rotations, and I wanted to inform you of the supplies that we need to replenish in the medbay so I could arrange it to be delivered before we are deployed again. Please call back as soon as you can, either the comm in the medbay or Captain Rex’s direct line should be able to reach me in the event I miss your call. Thank you!”
You have *:・゚✧ zero ✧ ゚・:* new messages
As the machine beeped to signal the end of the messages, you sighed in relief.
At least that last one was both feasible and reasonable.
-the end-
(divider credit to djarrex)
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tanadrin · 2 months
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That is correct, I didn't think the Mosaic law would be a practical way of running a society but that's what my client wanted so that's what I wrore
I don't really get the joke here, so I'm just going to take an opportunity to add another fact I found pretty interesting:
It was common in the Ancient Near East to create codes of law for display purposes (and outside it--cf. the Twelve Tables). This wasn't so much so that the common person could know and understand the law, because literacy rates were pretty low, but served a similar function as monumental architecture, to display the power of the ruler and at least notionally their justice. But in practice, the law as it actually functioned could be pretty different from the law as these monuments proclaimed it.
I think it's interesting to consider the law-as-a-symbol. There was some incidental discourse crossing my dash recently about whether "law" as a general concept protects the weak from the strong, or whether it legitimates the rule of the elites. And I think the answer is that is obviously does neither: that a society has a system of law tells you nothing about how that system functions, and you have to dig into the nitty-gritty details to determine whether the society has "rule of law" (which is good) or "rule by law" (which is bad). The former is, hopefully, a system where the law binds everybody, attempts to be fair, and there is at least some effort to enforce it equally; the latter is where law is a justification for a system power that makes no pretense at that sort of thing.
And I think rule by law is a very common state of affairs, especially pre-French Revolution! I might be generous and say pre-Enlightenment at best. Because before you have an ideological starting point of "ok, everybody should be equal before the law and the law should be impartially enforced," one-off privileges, aristocracies, and random exemptions from various rights and duties are pretty normal, and one of the major functions of law is to codify these inequities to make sure the king or his judiciary respects them. There is a reason one of the big components of revolutionary projects historically has been administrative reform, because in redrawing internal boundaries and revising old law codes, you can do away with these inequities and legally enshrined hierarchies.
And that pattern of inequity, of legally enshrined hierarchy, is of course thoroughly present in Leviticus and Deuteronomy. As Dan McClellan points out, agency in these codes flows downhill and it flattens everything in its path. The agency of men erases that of women: the law treats what happens if a man violates the property rights of another man over the women under his dominion (his daughters or wives), but the agency of the women ("consent" in modern parlance) simply makes no difference to the law. The only place women's sexual agency shows up in the law is in the one situation where a woman is interacting with a creature lesser than her, i.e., if she lies with an animal.
Even in the European Middle Ages I think there were real disjuncts between the worldview of the people using these law codes for devotional purposes and the worldview of their authors. In the modern era, of course, those disjuncts are yawning chasms, and as a result you get some really weak apologetic attempts to try to reconcile modern ethics with (again, impractical, unworkable, entirely theoretical) Iron Age legal theory. But there are lots of places in the Bible--both in the law codes and in the narrative portions--where I think the disjunct is so great that the aftercomers can't really make heads or tails of the worldviews of their predecessors. This is where the apologists (and before them, the commentaries of the Talmud) often have to invent major details out of whole cloth to try to turn the situation into one that makes sense to them. It would be better, and easier to construct a more consistent system of ethics, to just jettison the bits that clearly aren't applicable to the concerns of your community--but then of course once you admit that what parts of your scripture you do and don't accept are contingent on their relevance to your community, it is no longer the timeless and authoritative book from God, and it ceases to be a useful way of structuring power.
And as with codes of law, holy writ is (among other things) about structuring power! Otherwise all religion would approximately resemble Unitarian Universalism, an honest, gentle, thoughtful faith that is approximately irrelevant.
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curedeity · 6 months
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Yooo!!!! Anyone wanna see all the assets I made for the first part of my hikaru visual novel!
First of all, I was honestly surprised by how few I had. Even then, theres a lot I wouldve wanted to put more effort into. Its good this is just a prologue then, as it let me figure out what worked for me
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These are all six Hikaru sprites I made for this first part of the game. I really like all of them, except the angry sprite, which I struggled with the posing of (might try redrawing it). Her design was pretty simple, I went off the show pretty closely while changing a few of the colors slightly. I decided pretty early on not to shade my sprites, so I would feel more confident about making more. I also decided to give her two more neutral sprites, one a bit more serious, so I could switch between them for different emotional moments in dialogue.
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Ryo only got three sprites, which is a testament to how much I hate drawing this man and how much. well. he really just had some of the easiest emotional beats for me to capture. I like his neutral sprite (the first one) the best and am very proud of it!
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Madokas sprites... I love them, but now I'm worried because I realized I want to give her a different, maybe slightly more grown up design for later portions. I worry that her using her fusion outfit accidently complicates people's understanding of when this takes place. Either way, if i want to change her, I'll just change her, but dnndlbgbgdjgjlbs sorry for any confusion that might cause. Im actually very happy with all her sprites! Her thinking sprite was the funnest to come up with
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These are my backgrounds. Im sure you can tell which ones I had screenshots to base them on. I'm very proud of Madoka's workshop, but otherwise, I plan to work on my background skills a lot. They're very fun and I want to improve at them!
Now, there are two more art assets im not posting here, which are the two ending cgs. So if you want them... Well actually the video only includes the good one but i have a video of the good ending on my blog! please go check it out! the game is also posted to my discord server.
As a bonus though! Here are some development drawings.
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In the first draft, I used a completely different sort of sprite shot. I also directly color picked from her reference with no changes. And I hadnt figured out how to draw her hair.
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So these first drafts included a lot of changes to Madoka's design... that I just forgot to include in my redraws. Welp, next time you see her, she might be beat up! I had a lot of solid concepts for what i wanted her sprite work to look like, so just transferred that into my redraws.
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especdreamy · 1 year
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My personal favorite Daily c!Ranboos, in order of posting!
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Now that it's finally over, I feel like its appropriate to share all the daily c!Ranboos I'm the most proud of, and the reasons why I like them so much.
I'll probably redraw some of these in the future!
Under the readmore bc its long and has lots of pics!
Day 5 - Brain Fried
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Looking back to it, this one isn't all that great compared to other Daily c!Ranboos I have done, but it's the first one I did in which I tried to make an actual composition rather than just. Drawing c!Ranboo. So it's kind of an important one!
Day 13 - Allium
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Kind of similarly as Brain Fried, this one is kinda rough in the edges when looking back on it, but I loved the eerie vibe of it, and the effort of using a more limited palette!
Day 21 - Bouquet
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It's just cute. He looks so squishy! Not much more to add tbh :)
Day 22 - Under the Weather
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I personally love how I made the effect of them "disintegrating" due to contact with water look! I like how the particles flow :) I love how I made the effect of the water dripping, how it could kinda look like tears running down their face. I used "Under the Weather" in both a literal and metaphorical sense!
Day 28 - Tears
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I like the expression and colors :) tbh the tears could be better but otherwise I like it.
Day 32 - Awake
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It's soft, comforting, bright, warm, I love the way I did the colors SO MUCH! The expression is everything to me, I like how their hair looks. Also you might notice that I have 100% used the same colors for Revival and Freedom.
Day 34 - Arrival
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I just like their goofy expression and how much of a twig they look. Silly lad
Day 38 - Butcher Army
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I LOVE the expression and the limited color palette! While theres bits that could be improved upon this is one of my best compositions here.
Day 39 - Apprentice
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Technoblade.
Day 41 - Memory Book
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I like how the anatomy looks here! Looks very sleek and natural I guess? I love how the tail lies on the ground. I just can feel the weight here a bit.
Day 44 - Doomsday
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The blue sky with the bright red flames, the lighting, c! Ranboo's silhouette, idk this is just very pleasing to look at!
Day 64 - Revival
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I can't even elaborate on how much I love this one, it's probably The Best drawing (drawings?) of Daily c!Ranboo! I used the same color palette as Awake bc I wanted to give it the same comforting and soft vibe, I love how fuzzy it all looks, how quiet it seems...Also its a comic too! I speedran that in 3 or so hours and im so damn happy with it.
Day 67 - Light
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The colors are very nice, I like the lighting!
Day 76 - Dance
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I like the poses! I tend to struggle to draw c!Tubbo but he looks very cute here. I think I made c!Ranboo a bit too short but tbh it was a challenge to make the pose work!
Day 82 - Windy
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I like the colors, the expression, AND THE HANDS!! Its fuckign wimdy!
Day 89 - Void
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HORROR VIBES! I wanted to do at least one creepy-looking drawing for this challenge that I liked and this is the one for sure!
Day 90 - Stars
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I like the colors a lot here! The way he looks up to the sky with the big ol' eyes and his pose feels so natural.
Day 91 - Birthday
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I may have speedran this in like an hour and a half but GOD I just LOVE the symbolism in this drawing! The balloon because birthday! But its black because death! Ghostboo is the one holding it because they're the one in the overworld after all. How c!Ranboo looks down while Ghostboo stares at them!
Day 92 - Freedom
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I used the same palette as Awake and Revival, it just felt right! I tried my best to do a piece that'd be forth of being the "sendoff" for the daily c!Ranboo series, and I do think it holds up!
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quibbs126 · 8 months
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Heck I don’t actually remember if Pure Vanilla/Dark Cacao was a request or if it was something I just planned to do on my own. I know it started out as my own idea, but sometimes that happens and then before I get to doing it, someone requests it and I just make it a request, and I don’t remember if that happened here
But regardless, this was a drawing I made of the idea for a purecacao fankid on it’s own, and I’m posting it as such
Now you’ll notice that this isn’t my usual format. This is because this isn’t her official design, it’s just that last night, I had this idea for a design of her as a young child with Dark Cacaoian clothing, and so I just wanted to make a quick doodle to show you
It was just going to be that picture in the middle, as it’s more sketchy and rough, and clearly not how I usually do these fankid requests. However when I finished, I realized that I made her too small. See, if I may explain some things, for my poorly drawn comics and other things that use that particular brush (it’s the Narinder Pencil if you want to know), and I don’t like enlarging pictures drawn with it because the lines get all blurry and it loses its texture. Prior to the Charcoal Cheese comic, for my poorly drawn comics I tended to enlarge the sketch to fit the screen, and then I’d completely redraw the lines. But here, I had already colored the whole thing, plus it was multiple layers to redraw, so I didn’t want to. But I couldn’t just crop down the canvas to fit it because my square canvases are already 500x500 pixels, they’re very small (and also I think the small size might account for why they may not show up in the best quality, but I’ve been using this size for over 2 years and I’m set with it, and I feel like changing would be too much effort). And I feel like making it even smaller would just tank the quality even more
Though to be honest, I’m glad I made a second version with my proper sketching process, as I was better able to figure out her colors and design
Speaking of her design, yeah this is sort of what I’m thinking for her look, at least in terms of hair, dough and eye color. She’s not gonna keep the braid though, that’s just a kid thing
I feel like maybe I should give her streaks, but I’m not sure where to put them or what color
Also I realize that I forgot to put KitKats on her design. I wasn’t planning to originally since this is a little kid’s outfit, but also in some of the artbook drawings, young Dark Choco had small Oreo shoulderpads, so maybe she should have something similar. I had an idea for her wearing tiny KitKat shoulderpads, but I forgot them. Ah well
Hmm, does she look like a purecacao kid? I’m looking at her and I feel like she looks more like her own character than related to them. Maybe it’s the lack of streaks
Oh yeah, and one more thing I want to add, I’ve decided she’s a post-canon kid, as in Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao got together after the events of the Dark Flour War and canon in general. The story in my head goes that Dark Cacao developed feelings for Pure Vanilla, but was hesitant to tell him about it, maybe because he’s socially awkward and wasn’t sure how to, maybe because Pure Vanilla and White Lily had something going on and he didn’t want to stir up drama between them. But regardless, Dark Cacao felt that it wasn’t so much of a big deal since they were immortal, he could tell him when he felt it was right. But then the Dark Flour War happened and Pure Vanilla seemingly died, with Dark Cacao never telling him how he felt. But then years later, Pure Vanilla came back, and while Dark Cacao was of course overjoyed, it also caused him to realize that even being immortal, they don’t have all the time in the world, and he needed to tell Pure Vanilla how he felt, and so during the events of Odyssey, he confessed to Pure Vanilla, and then likely sometime after Dark Enchantress’s defeat, they got together, and later had this girl
Also this means she has a (probably) 30+ year older brother in Dark Choco, but it’s all good
I feel bad just keeping her unnamed, but I don’t know what to call her. *sigh*
Any suggestions?
But yeah, I just wanted to show y’all this idea. Don’t know when I’ll be finishing her, but I’ll draw her officially at some point
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goldenkamuyhunting · 5 months
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I don't know stuff about Satoru Noda, I only enjoy the manga. Why do you dislike him? I wanna know. :0 (you can ignore this ask if you don't want to btw)
That's kind of confusiong because I don't dislike Noda Satoru at all. I don't even know him, how could I dislike him?
I actually admire his great efforts in redrawing and adding scenes in the volume version of his manga, in how he studied hard to create it and other things I mentioned in the past, like how he was willing to share his story to the public for free while it was being printed, as he had faith his readers would buy it regardless of it being accessible for free, that actually having it accessible for free would increase the chances his work would sell well... which, if I'm not mistaken, was proved to be true.
I think you're confused by how sometimes I start my post saying they're NOT a 'Noda apprecciation post' or 'Noda praise fest'.
In truth you can view it as a short for 'Noda'S WORK apprecciation post' or 'Noda'S WORK praise fest' in fact they generally don't talk about him as a person, just about his work.
I genuinely thought it was intuitive enough and it was born by the fact in the past, when I used to praise his work, I also used to praise him as a great mangaka.
Since the "Golden Kamuy" ending felt very unsatisfying to me and forced me to rejudge 1/3 of his manga as that ending is merely the result of problems that happens during it, now, when I make a post that deals not with what I loved with the passion of 10000 burning suns in "Golden Kamuy" but with what I disliked in it, I warn eventual readers as many don't absolutely want to see any criticism, no matter if big or small, with some who even take it as an offence toward themselves and/or the mangaka.
It feels fair to warn people the content they're seeing might not please them, hence the diclaimer.
They're not 'anti' posts, as I believe "Golden Kamuy" has problems but has also plenty of good things that make it enjoyable and wouldn't want to see it erased/destroyed or whatever anti might want.
It's just criticism, which get usually thoroughly explained and to which I also try to always add the reminder that it's just my personal opinion, not some truth from above.
If people want to read it and share their opinion I'm happy, if they prefer to skip it entirely and read solely positive writing about Noda's work, then that's fair.
Please, don't think I've something against Noda, the poor guy had done nothing wrong, with some of his policies I think he did a great service to all the manga readers and mangaka out there. Though, again, it's just me.
Thank you for your ask and for also having been polite in doing it. Asking is always welcomed, though sometimes I'm very slow at replying.
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seraphiloqui · 1 year
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wangxian art compilation
going through arts that i have and haven’t put on twitter and just dumping here, since the chibi dump was received well. some of these are image redraws but i have unfortunately lost the photo references b/c they’re like a year old...oh well. i’m sure they’ll be recognizable lmao
lwj as nerd with big bunny and sexy bunnyboy for a twitter fic thread. i...don’t think i could find the thread this was for at this point, but i do recall putting this on twitter as well.
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sobbing laughing i think you can kind of guess what this is from. LMAOOO i don’t know what i was thinking.
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femxian and femji as that one meme. below you can see the original plan, which didn’t pan out...you can also tell the cql actor’s faces were used as references here lol.
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cql scene with novel/donghua hairstyles. pretty simple.
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image redraw compilation: some genderbend/cisswap, some sad, some comedy
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context not needed.
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lwj in yllz-colored clothes. no deep thought here.
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baseball xianxian (i couldn’t draw the glove lmao)
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witchxian and witchji, though i think there was a side of succubusxian here; it’s not genderbend or cisswap it’s just fashion.
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fem! yllz, tits out...not horny! unless u are femji watching this lmao. very sketchy you can tell there’s no effort in those hands.
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rather than femxian, this is actually just an attempt at chubby wwx that came to me in a dream. might have been omegaverse at some point, i don’t recall lmao.
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bunnygirl678 · 12 days
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So the markers didn’t work the way I wanted them to, and silver is entirely too dark, I mean I know he’s out in the sun all the time but also he’s a ginger, we typically get freckles not tans lmao
Ummm I was hoping to have improved more by now but that takes practice, and tbh between work, my injury, and being a parent I have put art on the back burner.
Trying to put some actual effort into art ehhhhh I’ll do a redraw in a few months, hopefully there is improvement lol
I wanna work on turned heads and different poses as well as speeding up. Might start choosing a random character, random pose and setting a time going as fast as I can
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terminaltimeline · 9 months
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Hey can you do a drawing about Luke and Jamie at the wrestling ring?
And Luke and Jamie are star-crossed lovers?
No.
And - permit me to go on a slight rant - when requesting art from someone, consider these:
Do they have requests open? (No)
Does the artist usually draw the kind of thing you're requesting? (No, and for future reference I barely draw Jamie, barely draw ship art, and only draw LukeJamie very occasionally)
Is your request phrased in a way that's easy to visualise? (No, my mental image of what the requested drawings would look like is vague at best, especially the second part, like what, you want me to draw the two laying dead on the ground in pools of their own blood with their hands almost but not quite touching? Them crying and singing Airplanes a la Twilight Sparkle and Mordecai? Actually wait that would be really funny I might scribble that later lmao) (anyway as you can see, requests that are annoyingly vague end up being either ignored or become a very obvious Monkey's Paw setup)
Which reminds me, is your request a piss-easy shitpost like a silly redraw of a meme? (No, I turned it into one but that's not the same thing)
Is your request phrased in a way that tries to sell me on your concepts, to get me just as enthusiastic about the ideas as you are? (No)
Are you offering monetary compensation? (No)
IN SUMMARY: No. Your request format blows and you asked the wrong person for the content you're seeking to see drawn, like asking a hardware store employee to get you to the dairy aisle but as it turns out the hardware store is not even open for business and the guy is now looking at you like he saw an unfortunate pitiable creature. Also your request was unclear, wasn't funny, and didn't even try to convince me of the value in creating what you're looking to see.
If you want free art, I expect you to also put in some effort into presenting your ideas in a fun and engaging manner. And also make sure that the artist has requests open, send them an ask about it if you're unsure. They are closed by the way.
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I didn’t like how this one turned out and meant to redraw for a while, but I still haven’t and I’m reorganizing my files, so might as well hit the big notes (for Earths 0 and 10/X):
Hans Von Hammer aka Enemy Ace was a WWI German pilot who flew again in WWII, but abandoned the war effort after learning of Hitler’s Final Solution. His granddaughter, Ilsa, became a member of Batman Inc. as Leatherwing. On Earth-X, Hans was rendered immortal by [redacted] and continues his war against his own country, particularly his grandon, that Earth’s Leatherwing. He has a pet wolf.
Del Van Dyne was a millionaire who formed a personal suicide squad called the Death Patrol. The group unsurprisingly had a high mortality rate, though the unexplained reappearance of several members after their deaths suggests Van Dyne was either faking reports to make the Patrol’s adventures sound more exciting, or making use of any number of uncontrolled super-science to bring his deceased compatriots back to life and back to work. His Earth-X counterpart also founded a Death Patrol, but they function as their Earth’s Doom Patrol.
Death Mayhew was a British lord and pilot, leader of the White Lions, as well as a Nazi Sympathizer who later defected and joined Germany itself. On Earth-0, he died in a dogfight with the Blackhawks and is rarely remembered today. On Earth-X, he lived into the 21st century, training an entire fleet of White Lion pilots to assist the New Reichsmen (colloquially known as the “JLAxis”) and generally maintain Germany’s tenuous “global” regime even as Overman’s abandonment of Earth and his cybernetic replacement’s descent into madness was tearing the regime apart.
Finally, Blackhawk himself is a cryptic figure who’s real name and origins remain unclear. Popular understanding built the Blackhawk mythos around Polish pilot and stuntman Janos Prohaska. As such, while Janos (simply referred to as “Blackhawk” in contemporary publications) is rendered more like film star or Superman than he actually appeared, he avoided the broadly stereotypical and offensive portrayals given to his fellow pilots. The worst hit with this was the true Blackhawk, a brilliant young Chinese pilot who seemed to excel at anything he tried. There is some speculation he may have been another Century Baby (or that he was a recorded one, namely Hark) but without even a confirmed name, Blackhawk’s origins are a mystery. More mysterious yet is Blackhawk’s reappearance in the modern-day, seemingly unaged, living under the name Wu Cheng.
On Earth-X, the Blackhawk does not exist and is not to be spoken of. There is not and never has been a seemingly immortal warrior who soars across the sky on wings of living darkness. Were such a man to exist, the Emperor’s Holy Wind Dragon would have destroyed him long ago...
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Alexandra's Evolution Chapter Seven: Fare-Dodging Creepy-Crawly - Part One
Fandom: Primeval Wordcount: 4.7k Warnings: Insects, injury, hospitals
Stephen goes Underground to find Nick, and is bitten by the same creature that killed the pest-controller. Alex goes with Stephen to the hospital while the others try to find a way to save his life.
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A shouting match is about to break out at Arsenal Underground Station. Alex Hart is standing at the top of the defunct escalators still holding Leek’s map and tracing the lines of the tunnels with her finger. She’s already poked one hole in it. Abby Maitland is raking her hands through her hair, carefully enunciating Stephen and Nick’s names into her microphone even though she’s getting nothing back but static. Her voice is the undercurrent to Oliver Leek’s thorough dressing down of Alex,
“Over the last few weeks I’ve watched you do some stupid, irresponsible things to try and get the professor’s way, but this is beyond the pale.”
“You hire us, then you don’t let us do anything to actually make a difference, you just send in guns, we’re trying to help.” Alex is still staring down at the map. Abby is edging closer to her, watching Leek out of the corner of her eye between glances at her phone to check for updates from Connor. She’s still trying her headset. She’s still not getting anything. Leek isn’t about to let Alex have the last word.
“That’s the thing with heroic gestures. Succeed, and you look wonderful. Fail, and all you do is leave everyone a bloody great mess for me to clean up! Well congratulations Alex, you might just have condemned half your team to death.”
“You weren’t going to do anything-”
“So you and your uncle took it upon yourselves to solve the problem for me? You thought you could handle this? There is protocol set in place for these occasions-”
“What protocol, leaving Nick down there to get killed by a fucking centipede?” Alex snaps back, her eyes moving from the map to Oliver so quickly they may well be clicking into a preset position, “And you thought we’d just accept that, did you?” Leek moves into Alex’s personal space, voice falling dangerously low,
“I thought you were capable of doing the job I personally stuck my neck out for you to get, all three of you. I - idiotically I see now and considering your history I should have changed my mind earlier - thought the three of you could do as you were told.”
“You didn’t do your research very well.” Alex does not make any effort to lower her own voice. She’s entered a staring contest with Oliver Leek. She does this with Nick when they butt heads. She’s never tried this with Leek.
“Connor!” Abby’s voice, light and hopeful, soars above the sharply pointed words being passed between Leek and Alex.
Connor has arrived, reliable laptop bag slung over his shoulder. He’s wearing the blue shirt again, the slivers of it they can see making it easy for Abby and Alex to track him weaving around the soldiers. He’s wearing a hat again. Alex doesn’t quite understand the hats, but now really isn’t the time to ask. Abby takes hold of Alex’s arm and pulls her away from Leek in Connor’s direction. The three of them invade the patio tables of a café across the road from the station so Connor can set up his laptop and trawl through his database.
“What do we know?” he asks the moment his laptop wheezes to life. Alex spreads the map across the free space of the table.
“Over-oxygenation, we think Carboniferous. There are spiders with scorpion features but they’re not the issue.” Alex answers while redrawing her lines on the map with a pen that had fallen out of Connor’s bag.
“The only other creature we’ve seen is this centipede, a huge centipede, I…” Abby hesitates, glancing at Alex, “Could that be what’s attacking people?” she asks. Abby leans over Connor’s shoulder to watch him navigate through his website.
“Okay, Carboniferous, so it’s probably an Arthropleura. That’s a centipede on steroids, basically, longer than any of us are tall. It’s more or less blind…good sense of smell and touch,” he feels more and more like Rd-D2 when he looks up and finds both Abby and Alex staring at him, “I mean, this thing is pretty big and scary looking, but it’s more or less timid. It’s the kind of bug that’d stick to the kitchen at parties.”
“The description matches but the temperament is way off.” Abby replies.
“It ate dead wood and leaves.” Connor points out. Abby frowns,
“So it’s not poisonous?” 
“No way.”
“What killed the pest controller then?” Alex asks, “Not the spiders, not this artho-whatsit-”
“Someone’s dead?” As Connor’s concern spikes, the pulse in Alex’s neck stops jumping. Maybe the creature that had killed the pest controller has already gone back home. She hopes that’s the case, doesn’t particularly fancy crawling around miles of London Underground looking for a bug. Or more accurately, being left on the surface while the others crawl around miles of London Underground looking for a bug. Abby starts to explain the pest controller. Alex doesn’t hear the explanation. There’s a commotion at the station entrance, the soldiers Leek had sent down after Stephen stamping their way up and off the escalators with shouts of medic, stretcher, ambulance. Medic. Stretcher. Ambulance.
Alex’s backside has hardly touched the hard plastic of the chair before she’s sprung towards the train station again. Abby and Connor turn, confused, and then there’s a clatter as Connor knocks over his chair in his attempt to get up as quickly as possible.
Nick. Nick’s there, he’s fine. Stephen’s not. He’s there. He’s not fine. Nick’s got most of his weight, Nick’s the one propelling him forward. Stephen seems to be trying to walk but his feet aren’t cooperating. Nick’s managed to pull one of Stephen’s arms around his neck to support him. Alex trips, manages to turn that trip into a dive to duck under Stephen’s other arm. Her bag hits the bone of her hip, but the sharp starburst of pain that fires is far more dull than usual. The band in her hair snaps. A second ambulance had turned up at the station once Ricky had arrived at hospital, and it’s towards this vehicle that Alex and Nick push Stephen.
“Paramedic!” Alex has never heard Leek shout before, “Ryan, report!” He asks for Tom Ryan, but it’s Nick that answers.
“He’s been bitten by the creature, the centipede-”
“Arthropleura.” Alex supplies.
“-same wound, same symptoms as the pest controller,” Ryan, having jogged forward when Nick had taken control of the report, helps them get Stephen down and onto the stretcher that’s been wheeled out. Stephen’s shaking, and he’s looking up at the sky but he doesn’t seem to be seeing. Nick takes hold of his chin, gentle as he turns Stephen’s face towards him, “That poison’s going to destroy his nervous system.”
“Tell them about Helen.” Stephen’s voice. Hoarse, forced, taking a huge amount of effort. There’s blood trickling down his neck, coming from a puncture wound in the flesh that connects his neck and his shoulder. Alex’s hand goes to his throat, looking for a pulse.
“Helen?” Alex and Leek repeat the name at the same time.
“He hallucinated her.” Is all Nick says in answer, resolutely turning away from Leek. The stretcher is rolled away, out of their reach. Alex’s hand comes away red. She stares at it until Nick’s fingers enter her peripheral vision and take hold of her wrist. He’s pulling his sleeve over his own hand, wiping the blood from her palm. “Get that off,” he mutters, not particularly addressing her, “You have to go with him. Alexandra,” her first name in its entirety pulls her attention, “They won’t take me, they’ll only take family. You have to go.”
“Niamh.” There’s a clamour of voices, Abby, Connor, soldiers. Stephen saying her mother’s name.
“He means you.” Nick says. He lets go of Alex’s wrist, and that’s her cue. She inhales quickly, deeply, through her nose and turns to the stretcher. She can feel her heartbeat at the base of her skull. Her clean hand moves to rest on Stephen’s forehead. Temperature. He’s sweating buckets. His blood is still stuck in the lines of her palm.
“Not Niamh, Steve. Naimhan Stevens.” That had been a joke between them, he had told her. Stephen chokes out a laugh, repeats the phrase.
“You look like my sister-in-law.” Stephen tells her. Alex swallows hard before she replies,
“I know. What do you feel, Stephen?”
“Like I’m dying,” he answers. She clicks her tongue. Through laboured breathing, Stephen smiles, “Invoking Nonna?”
“We’re moving,” A paramedic announces, grabbing hold of the handles of the stretcher and pulling, “Are you coming?”
“Yes. Yes.” Alex replies. She gathers her hair as if to tie it, then remembers the bobble had broken. She accepts the hand the other paramedic is holding out to help her up into the ambulance. When she looks out the doors, in the split-second before it slams shut after the stretcher, she sees Nick. Hands firmly balled in pockets, shoulders set. Face blank. Bad news. Abby and Connor each hover over a shoulder, Connor with a hand clamped on top of his hat. Abby’s hand has creeped up onto Nick’s shoulder and is gripping it so hard her knuckles are white. Nick turns and marches away as the door closes. Alex leans over and lifts Stephen’s wrist to take one of the hair ties he still wears - a habit from his mid-nineties-long-hair phase he still hasn’t lost - and makes an attempt to tie her hair back but strands stick to her bloody palm.
The paramedic is moving quickly, strategically, peeling the black jumpsuit off the top half of Stephen’s body and then cutting his t-shirt away from around his shoulder.
“Do you know this man?” The paramedic asks, blindly reaching for a pack of antibacterial wipes and passing them back to Alex, “Wipe that blood off before you touch anything. Tell me what you know.”
“He’s Stephen James Hart, born thirteen-oh-three-nineteen-seventy-three. He has no allergies, no current illness and is on no medication-” Alex rattles the information off, trying to answer all the most likely questions as quickly and concisely as possible.
“Smoking, alcohol, drugs?”
“No, not since last week, and no. Blood type O-negative. Uh…” she’s not sure what else she can say.
“That’s good information to have, thank you. Who are you?”
“Alexandra Louise Hart, I’m his niece. Also O-negative.”
“What happened?”
“Two people have been patients in your hospital in the last twenty-four hours suffering from insect bites. The first was a pest controller who died a few hours ago, and the second was a soldier who simply had an allergic reaction. Stephen has been bitten by the same thing that bit the pest controller.”
“By what, exactly?”
“An insect.”
“An insect?”
“That’s all I know.” It feels like a lie, the words sit heavy and sour on her tongue even though she’s telling the truth. She can’t explain it. She’s not sure if she’d be arrested or sectioned if she tried. 
“Are you hurt?”
“No. No, I’m fine.” Alex answers. She tries pulling her hair together again, and succeeds this time. The lack of hair in her eyes, invisible strands trailing across her cheeks, helps a little. Stephen’s croaking under the oxygen mask, trying to pull at the belts that are across his body to stop him from rolling off the stretcher.
“We’ve got to keep him calm, Alexandra.” The paramedic tells her. Alex shifts to kneel on the floor with her knees apart to steady herself as the ambulance swerves round a corner.
“Steve. Stephen,” her hand finds his forehead again, checking the temperature with the back of her knuckles before moving her hand to his cheek and then taking it away in favour of pulling his hands away from the straps, “Stephen, you’re in an ambulance. I’m here. It’s okay.”
“Bloody well isn’t.” She can just about decipher his words through the oxygen mask.
“We can pretend,” Alex replies, “We can pretend.”
“Bright.” Stephen says. Alex shades his eyes with her hand, using the other to anchor herself to the stretcher that’s secured to the floor.
“Night-night.” Alex growls in the voice Stephen used to use for her teddy bear when she was still in primary school. He chokes a laugh.
“Keep him talking, keep him awake.” The paramedic tells her.
“Do you feel nauseous?” Alex asks. Her uncle grunts an affirmative response. “Can you see alright?” A negative reply. Again, “Bright. Blur.” Alex does her best to cover his eyes. Then, “Nick.”
“He’s back at the station, he’s okay. Everyone’s okay. You just had to be the drama queen. Leek’s steaming, says we were playing at being heroes.”
“What’d you tell him?”
“That he hadn’t done enough research.”
“Good girl.” He laughs again.
“We’re almost there,” the paramedic tells them, Alex switches her attention to her, “You’re doing well.” Alex nods. When she looks back to Stephen she lifts her hand away from his eyes to check on him. His eyes are closed.
“Stephen? Stephen?” her hand finds his uninjured shoulder. She doesn’t dare move it for fear of hurting him.
“Keep him awake!” the paramedic calls, shaking Stephen’s leg, “Stephen? Mr Hart? Can you hear me?” the ambulance turns and, unprepared, Alex loses her balance. 
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Alex slumps in the hard orange chair she’s been provided with. Hospital chairs only ever seem to come in orange or lime green. The doctor, surname Lewis, had done her best to treat the pest controller and has been given Stephen’s case. A call from Leek had given access to the pest controller’s records from his stay in the same room she and Stephen are in now. She can track Stephen’s symptoms by it, and she knows what’s going to happen next. Alex swallows hard and leans forward to put the clipboard down on Stephen’s shins. He’s unresponsive, convulsing. Stripped to the waist so the bite is easily accessible, oxygen mask securely fastened. His heartbeat is erratic but it’s there, trackable on the same screen that’s displaying his blood pressure. The bleeding has slowed with his heartbeat, but he’s lost more blood than the pest controller because the centipede had bitten him in a different place, so a blood bag has been hooked up to an IV stand.
She sits back and crosses her legs, covering them with the red blanket she’s been provided with. She’s always run cold. That she knows she inherited from Stephen’s side of the family. Doctor Lewis is sitting at a desk in the next room, a nurse comparing notes with her. When she catches Alex’s eye, Alex holds her hand by her ear and makes the sign for phone. Lewis nods, holds up five fingers, and taps the nurse's shoulder so he follows her out of the room. Alex dials Nick. He answers on the first ring.
How is he?
“Not dead. Yet. But dying. He’s dying, Nick,” Alex’s chest is tight in a way she’s never felt before, “He’s fitting, they’ve got an oxygen mask on him and they’ve started a blood transfusion.”
Did they learn anything from the pest controller that can help us? 
“Only that they have no treatments here that’ll touch him. They gave us one option, antivenom.”
Say again? Antivenom?
“An antivenom would give him a chance, but they’d need a sample of the actual venom in the first place to find out if they had anything that would counteract it, he doesn’t have enough time for them to trial-and-error.”
A pure sample of venom?
“What, you know how to milk centipedes?” Alex’s laugh is hiccupy.
I have an idea. 
“Nick?”
You stay there. Keep an eye on him, alright? Can he hear you?
“He’s not responding, but they’re pretty sure he can.”
Tell him I love him.
“I will.”
I’ll call you later. He’s about to hang up, she knows it, he isn’t one for formal goodbyes, she has to dive in now-
“Nick?”
What?”
“He didn’t hallucinate Helen, did he,” It’s a statement, not a question, “When he was responsive he was totally lucid.” There’s a pause, she can hear the background noise of the others fading with Nick’s decisive footfalls.
No. No, he didn’t, an irritated sigh crackles over the line, Helen’s alive. Helen’s alive. Helen’s alive and Stephen’s dying. It’s backwards. I wasn’t sure, that’s why I didn’t say anything, but she gave Stephen a message.
“A message?”
She wants to meet. On the other side of the anomaly.
“Nick-”
I’m not doing it. Not now.
“Good,” there’s no reply, “I’ll call if there’s any changes, okay?”
Alex plugs her earbuds into her iPod to avoid the happy-go-lucky song on the radio and leans forward. She links her hand with Stephen’s shaking one and whispers Nick’s message to him. Just talks to him. Helen’s alive that’s fucking insa- 
She gives him the other earbud so he can listen to David Bowie with her. She keeps whispering, mouthing the lyrics and waiting for the doctor to come back.
Alex doesn’t hear the footsteps that approach the room, then stop, but she does hear when something hits the door, like whoever it is hasn’t put the brakes on hard enough and their foot kept going when their brain stopped. Thinking it’s the doctor, she pulls her earbud out, cutting a verse short, and moves towards the door with the blanket tight around her shoulders. She can’t see anyone through the meshed glass of the window, so she opens the door. Looks to the left. The right. There’s no one in sight. Alex shrugs and goes back to her post, trying to sit in a slightly different position so her legs won’t go numb. Her phone jangles, not the McFly song but the standard text-alert sound.
Still on?
Oh. Reality. She’s due in Cambridge in two hours. She’s not going to be in Cambridge in two hours. She’s still going to be at the hospital, Stephen halfway through a blood transfusion. Living? Dying, still? Can she lie? How would she lie? ‘Hi, was measuring wind speed to calculate the frequency of spatial-temporal rips in the atmosphere, lost track of time,’ perhaps. Or maybe, ‘I know this is the third time I’ve postponed this date but I have a really good reason, I just can’t tell you or you get arrested and I never get to see you again.’ 
She settles for, In hospital. S in accident. Am ok. Using a single thumb to type, she punches out as few letters as possible so she can keep a hand on Stephen. She watches the screen, waiting. Reading and re-reading her message until the reply pops into existence,
Which hospital?
After answering this she sends texts to Nick. Then Connor. Ryan. Abby. Asking for updates. She chews on a fingernail for something to do until Doctor Lewis comes back.
“Are we any closer on you telling me what really happened?” She asks with one well-plucked eyebrow arched.
“No. It wouldn’t help.” Alex replies, making sure she makes eye contact with the doctor to convey her seriousness.
“Elaborate?”
“I can’t.” Alex shrugs. It’s out of her hands.
“What are you, MI5?” The doctor asks with a quiet chuckle. Alex shrugs again. “Alright,” she relents, “Now that he’s somewhat stable, is there anyone we should inform? Next of kin, wife, kids?”
“I’m all the family there is,” Alex answers, “And his partner’s still at the station trying to get a venom sample for you. He was there when it happened.”
“I understand. I’m afraid there isn’t much we can do until then. Keep his oxygen levels up. Make sure the bleeding doesn’t start again,” at Doctor Lewis’ signal, the nurse moves forward and begins the process of changing the shoulder bandage that has gone from the colour of white wine to red, moscato to merlot. Stephen twitches, though Alex can’t be sure if it’s from pain or from the sensation of the cloth peeling away from the open wound. Alex wraps her fingers around his thumb. In that moment, she’s a child. Knee-high. Doctor Lewis checks her watch, the glass face flashing in the sun as it turns, “If he follows the symptomatic path of the pest-controller, the convulsions will get worse, and sooner rather than later. It will be unpleasant and upsetting. You don’t have to stay in this room, even in the hospital, if you are unable to do so.”
“I’m staying.”
“He will be strapped to the bed to prevent causing himself harm.” Doctor Lewis adds. Alex’s mind’s eye creates the image without permission. She repeats her earlier statement. Doctor Lewis nods once, curtly, and moves around the bed to hover over the nurse working on Stephen’s shoulder. Stephen’s hand squeezes, most likely involuntarily, instinctively, but Alex squeezes back. She doesn’t know if he can feel it, separate the feeling from what’s happening to his shoulder, his neck. His head twitches, pushing back into the pillow. Alex mumbles quiet comforts in Italian, rising from her chair a little. She'd be in his eyeline if he could see. It doesn’t matter where she is, he can’t open his eyes to see her, but she feels more present watching his eyelids move. A leg kicks hard. Alex’s free hand clamps down on the corresponding knee.
“I understand, but if I thought I was dying I don’t think I’d want to be left alone.”
“Of course,” Doctor Lewis nods, “We’ll be here. Should we expect anyone else?”
“If a Professor Nick Cutter arrives, he’s the one with the venom sample.”
“We’ll let the front desk know, they’ll let him straight through.”
“A Juke McCall might turn up, he can come through.” Alex adds, her phone jangling again in her hand. Doctor Lewis nods again, glancing at her nurse to make sure he has also heard, 
“I will tell you that while speaking to Oliver Leek on the phone we were told to allow certain people in if they arrive, including a James Lester?”
“That sounds about right,” Alex lifts a necklace to her mouth and pushes the wedding rings strung on it between her back teeth, “That’s fine.” Not that she could stop them. 
***
Nick arrives first. Before Leek. Connor and Abby were stopped at the front desk, but Nick just kept going as soon as he heard the room number. He first pauses - briefly - to hand Doctor Lewis the venom sample and tell her next to nothing. The second time he pauses is to greet Alex, ruffling her hair as though he’s petting a dog, asking if she’s alright and waiting for her reply before he goes to Stephen. Alex wraps the wire of her earbuds around her fingers so Nick doesn’t get clotheslined by it. He’s careful here. Presses the back of his hand to Stephen’s forehead instead of kissing him. Takes his pulse at the wrist, not under the jaw. Sits opposite Alex and waits.
“You’re not going to make it to Cambridge in time.” Nick doesn’t look at Alex when he says it. With a glance at the door he takes Stephen’s hand. Alex leans back and lifts her feet to set them on the metal frame of the bed.
“He’s coming here. Swinging by your house to get him some overnight stuff.” Alex replies.
“He knows where the key is?”
“Yeah.” Nick’s eyebrows lift, then lower. Then he nods. He’s wearing his approval face. “What’re we going to do?” she asks. Nick lets himself look at her. She’s blinking rapidly.
“We…we’ve done what we can. You stick with me, you’ll be fine. Whatever happens. Alex? Whatever happens. We’ll be fine. He’ll be fine. She told us to get her a sample of the venom, we got her a sample of the venom.”
“How did you do it?”
“I got the centipede to bite me. Connor found something to wrap my arm in that the mandibles couldn’t get through, sellotaped a freezer bag to it.”
“Thank god for zip-seals, I guess.”
“Ah, don’t bother with him, just thank me.” Nick quips, and his wee smile is back. Alex laughs, just a little. Doors swing open in the distance, letting the sound of Connor and Abby bickering into the corridor.
“No, Connor, this one.”
“She said thirty two, it’s that way.”
“No, she said twenty two.”
“She said twenty six.” Alex calls. A shock of white-blonde hair peeks through the door, and the rubber soles of Connor’s shoes squeak as he brakes.
“How’s he doing?” Abby asks, her voice losing its edges as though she’ll wake Stephen up if she talks any louder.
“If they find an anti-venom that can counteract the arthropleura venom, and if it takes, it could be two hours before it has enough of an effect for him to regain consciousness.” Nick explains.
“If it takes?” Connor echoes.
“It’s a fifty-fifty chance. They could cancel each other out or attack his system together,” Alex elaborates, “Came pretty close to the second option the last time he got a snake bite ‘cause we didn’t know what had done it.” 
Leek enters the room, sliding smooth shoes over linoleum flooring with minimal sound. He must have trained himself to walk like this so he can be as close to Lester as a suit jacket without their supervisor serving him a restraining order. He picks up the clipboard detailing the pest-controller’s time at the hospital that Alex had abandoned.
“They’re running tests now to see if they have a polyvalent antivenom that could work, and a secretary is phoning round the nearest clinics and hospitals to check their antivenom supplies.” Leek’s talking quietly too. What is it about hospitals that make people lower their noise levels to library settings? Tucking the clipboard under his arm, Leek reaches forward to the bottle of hand sanitiser that’s attached to the bed. Alex had only just gotten the sting of it out of her nose.
“This shouldn’t have happened. We should have been able to assess the situation so we knew what the real danger was. Ricky, your soldier, would have died if none of us had been there. Stephen might still die because we didn’t have access. This shouldn’t have happened.” Nick’s voice isn’t at library settings. He knows the hospital doesn’t care. He knows there’s no one around to file noise complaints. A pair of nurses at Doctor Lewis’ desk, trying to watch the conversation without being obvious. They’ll be more confused than ever. Leek hesitates, looking from Stephen to Nick. It had taken him a while to twig what the connection between them was, and now he knows that makes going against either of them that much more complicated.
“You’re due your two-month review soon. I will set up that meeting with Lester and you can discuss this with him then. I agree that going guns-first is not working for you.”
“Because we won’t let you kill the creatures.” Abby points out. Leek doesn’t deign to reply. His phone rings, and he chooses to answer that instead, leaving the room altogether. Abby scoffs, disbelieving, “Look, I know it’s hurt people, but it’s not like it was hunting them. It was scared.”
“Abby, we understand. Stephen would understand. They’re wild animals in unknown environments.” Nick assures her. Abby shoogles her shoulders and asks the nurses where she can get a chair for herself and Connor. Alex pushes her music back into her ears, keeping the volume low enough that she can hear the steady beep of the heart monitor. She sticks the rings in her mouth again, and her foot bounces against the floor. Nick leans forward, elbows on his knees, turning a bead bracelet that Stephen had bought him in Budapest over and over between his fingers. 
Doctor Lewis wheels a trolley into the room twenty minutes, twenty hours, fifteen seconds later, set with instruments and syringes and gloves. Abby pulls Connor out by the elbow. Nick doesn’t move a muscle. She talks them through the process. She gives them the statistics. She gives Alex a fresh clipboard with a form that she as next of kin has to fill out to give consent on Stephen’s behalf. To risk his life, to save his life. She reads it out as she writes with the attached pen. Doctor Lewis gives them the option to leave again. They refuse. She preps the antivenom. She makes no promises.
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nostalgiachan · 1 year
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One of these days I’ll bite the bullet and catch the posts over here up with the ones on twitter. But not today, because here’s four more OCs for the 100 OC challenge! Redraws up top, earliest images at bottom, and detailed character info below the cut!
#37: Piro Idea: Peppy high schooler who accidentally starts the apocalypse with pals Story: Death Guard
The first of the trio of unfortunate kids. Piro is your average modern high school junior; she's a weeb, she hangs out with her equally weeby friends, Lulu and Alice, and she dabbles in witchcraft for funsies. One night, when dicking around with spirit boards and playing "stiff as a board, light as a feather" didn't quite hit the same, Piro cooked up a plan. See, she'd recently bought a book that detailed various rituals for not only contacting spirits from the beyond, but actually raising them from the dead. Wouldn't it be fun to go to a graveyard and try it out? After all, it's not like it would actually work, right?
Unfortunately for her and her friends, it very much worked. As it turned out, all three of them had actual latent magical powers, they just hadn't been performing the right rituals to channel them. And now, not only had the three of them managed to summon two very upset zombies, Remi (her own ancestor, no less) and Dev, but they had also apparently torn a rift between the worlds of the living and dead by performing magic no human should be capable of and all sorts of ghosts, demons, and other nasty creatures were now coming to eat one or all of them.
While the angel Seraph had intended only for Remi and Dev to fight, Piro wasn't just going to cower away when she knew she had magic at her disposal. She might not have had Remi and Dev's technical immortality, but she was going to fight back nevertheless. Thus, she practiced her magic as much as she could (with the unfortunate side effect that such efforts would draw monsters to her even more frequently).
She found it was easier to channel her powers if she had a specific focus item. So, she turned to her other particular hobby: yo-yo tricks. She bought a pair of oversized yo-yos and weaponized them, learning to fling spells with each flick of the wrist. While Piro thought it was more than fair that she take in Remi and Dev, since it was her fault that they were alive again in the first place, in time she comes to push back against Remi's incessant negative attitude and poor treatment of her. Over time, Piro's upbeat nature and willingness to take responsibility, even for something she had no way of knowing was possible, breaks through to Remi, and she comes to genuinely care for her descendant.
#38: Lulu Idea: Goth Lolita witch Story: Death Guard
The second of our intrepid group of accidental necromancers. Lulu is your average snarky Goth kid who mistakes being cynical for being cool. She spends most of the money she earns working at her parents' cosplay cafe on an extensive Gothic Lolita wardrobe (she's particularly fond of aristocrat, military, ero, and guro styles). Like many Goth Girls™️, she had been playing at being a witch for a few years, collecting crystals, practicing tarot, and writing hexes to curse the kids at school who called her weird, as you do. But it wasn't until Piro found the necromantic grimoire that she discovered she actually had magic powers. Unfortunately, she couldn't immediately put these newfound powers to use actually cursing her schoolmates, because she now had to contend with the demonic forces that wanted to eat her and claim her power for their own.
Lulu wasn't as keen as Piro on directly getting in on the demon-slaying action, though she did fashion herself a magical spear for self-defense. Instead, she borrowed Piro's grimoire and began to study the rituals it contained more thoroughly - with some consultation from Seraph as to what spells she could actually practice and what would make the rift situation worse, of course. Over time, she becomes proficient in both wards and curses.
She also ends up developing a bit of a crush on Dev when he starts working at the cafe. As you can imagine thanks to the incompatible orientations, it doesn’t work out for her.
#39: Alice Idea: Quiet shy girl who's also the most powerful witch. Also a Horseman of the Apocalypse. Story: Death Guard
The third member of our wacky witchy gang, and overall the least developed out of them. She's every bit the typical shy girl she looks, with her giant glasses and her penchant for sweater dresses and leggings. Only, as it turns out, she's actually the most naturally gifted witch of the three, able to easily conjure elemental magics without the use of a focusing weapon like Piro or Lulu.
This may or may not be related to the fact that she's harboring the Pale Rider of Death within her.
How did she wind up the host for one of the Four Horsemen? Is she a reincarnation? Is it just hitching a ride in her body until the horns are sounded and it's time to roll? Well, I don't honestly remember and if I wrote it down anywhere, I don't have it. All I know is that once the Deadly Sins were defeated, the next big enemies would be the Four Horsemen, and Alice would become Death, and our heroes would have to find a way to get their friend back.
#40: Seraph fka Belial Idea: The Personification of Lust saved by the power of love. Story: Death Guard
So you might not've noticed, but in a few of the previous descriptions, I mentioned the Deadly Sins. If you did notice, you might've wondered, "Why not Seven Deadly Sins?"
Because there's only six. One of them went AWOL.
Seraph, the fabulous angel with the goofy hair ribbons and the penchant for wearing blazers without shirts underneath, was once upon a time Belial, Lord of Lust and one of the seven kings of Hell (alongside Lucifer of Pride; Mammon of Greed; Leviathan of Envy; Beelzebub of Gluttony; Satan of Wrath; and Belphegor of Sloth). He had a great many cults dedicated to him, and sent his followers out in search of the truest, purest, most dedicated lovers they could find. They would offer a lifetime pleasure and happiness to one, all for the cost of the life of the other. With the lover's sacrifice, Belial would be called into the world to fulfill his oath. What his victims didn't realize, however, was that their lifetime had now been cut down to a single day; he would give them all the pleasure their body could take until they could finally take no more and died. Belial would then drag their soul to his corner of Hell for an eternity of indescribable pain.
 Things were going pretty well...until Dev came along.
Somehow, something about Dev was just too pure for Belial to handle, and for the first time, he actually felt genuine guilt over what he was doing. He felt so guilty, in fact, that rather than fulfilling the desires of Dev's lover who had summoned him, he instead immediately damned the man.
Thereafter, he got in touch with God and repented his very existence, begging for salvation. God relented and offered Belial a vanishingly rare opportunity: join the forces of Heaven, serve faithfully for a millennia, and be reborn as a full and true seraph. Belial decided this was more than fair, and abandoned his kingdom in Hell, taking Seraph as his new name to help keep his goal always within view.
Well, this caused a bit of a ruckus in Hell, and for the past however many centuries, there's been a war among the subordinates and the damned he left behind for the position of Lord of Lust.
When Dev happens to rise again, Seraph doesn't want the man to immediately recognize him as the indirect cause of his death, so he has the brilliant idea to cover up his right eye and the noticeable heart shaped brand around it with a medical eyepatch. Of course, he'll have to reckon with that whole deal eventually, especially once his former siblings manage to work their way through the rift between worlds...
BTW if you're wondering why he’s Belial and not Asmodeus, it's because in 2008, the wiki page for the hierarchy of demons that I used said Belial was prince of lust and not Asmodeus and I'm not changing it now.
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unma · 11 months
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This, I might actually complete. It was supposed to be for Halloween last year, but I started it late, got busy writing fics, and all that, so that fell through.
It's a redraw/rehash of this old original work from Halloween 2020 (that I've never posted online)
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Man have I improved.
At the time the hands holding the book were my most impressive set of hands yet, so it stuck with me. The fire was cool too, for my first time at actually attempting it.
It's fun, looking back. This drawing was done about a year after I really started drawing, after I decided I wanted to actually practice and learn, and do it for fun. Prior to this I hated having to draw because, well, school. I was a test-guy, not a creative outlet guy. (Still hate having to do art for school though).
I should probably mention that the hands were partially referenced from some sort of tutorial that I could probably still find but can't be bothered to sift through for right now.
And yes, that is a literaly 5 minute knock-off vamp Unma sitting on the left that I put minimum effort into. I wanted to fill the paper.
Anyway I now have the motivation to complete this so perhaps in a couple of days I'll post the result.
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cyanidefilledcandy · 2 years
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Soooo....I've decided to repick up a project I started a couple years ago...or at the very least I have the desire to.
It's a parody comic and my goal is to have the first chapter done by October 31, which I doubt will happen since it's just over a month away, and as I mentioned, I haven't touched it in just about two years (or hell....may be over two years now...)
But I will admit, I have been procrastinating all afternoon in even starting to work on it because frankly, I am absolutely terrified to...
This isn't anything new because I always get terrified to draw anything unless it's digital and that's only because I know if I make a mistake, it can be permanently removed whereas with traditional drawing, my mistakes can be seen clearly, even if I try to erase them.
Another thing is that when I decided I might try a crack at it again a few months ago, I opened my sketchbook to find the pages completely ruined... Part of it is my fault because I stupidly chose to do the pages front and back in an effort to be cost effective and I work with graphite....
So needless to say, a lot of the pages got smeared. But the real issue is that some weird stains got on the pages which I truly don't understand as it's been in storage in a bag for basically a year and a half...
I found a hack for redrawing art, but it won't work because of my idiot decision to make them front and back... And also the idea of trying to redraw them TRULY terrifies me because I've never been able to redraw any of my drawings properly....even if I'd just did them, even back when I was drawing regularly. I can't imagine how bad it will be now that I haven't drawn in over a year and a half and my skill has been steadily getting worse over the years regardless. :/ (I once read someone here on Tumblr that said if you think your art is suddenly getting worse, it's not. It's just that you've tuned your eye and are just now noticing flaws that you didn't realize before because you've learned more. I thought that might've been the case, but no....my drawing has just gotten worse...)
It really pisses me off, though. I hate my fear and perfectionism because it holds me back from doing so much I want to do... Like even in school, I'd rather not take a test and receive a flat 0 than to try and fail...
And yes, I know that realistically, I can't get better if I don't try, if I don't use it, I'll lose it, and perfection doesn't exist....especially in art. (In fact, I LOVE that fact about art. I know a lot of artists I follow say they prefer digital because they can make the work look cleaner....and frankly, I love a messy, sketchy piece of art.)
But, it's so unbelievably hard to break this mindset. I can tell myself until my mind is blue in the face that it doesn't matter if it's not perfect and to just try and practice to get better. But, I can't get over that mental block of trying and failing. Of not being able to get what I see in my head on the page...
And it's even more frustrating because looking back...I am actually shocked and impressed with what I have...
I have seven pages drafted...Messy, and not nearly done, but still, SEVEN pages! And they don't look half bad. And I know I can refine them make them at least passable...
But it's just the idea of completely starting from scratch...when I'm so out of practice...
I have nothing really to say with this post. Just venting my frustrations with myself to myself. (And whoever chooses to read this...)
IDK...
I'm thinking of getting a new drawing pad and maybe some tracing paper to trace the pages and restart them that way.... But we'll see. (I'm getting a new book regardless. I had completely forgot the pages were kerfuckled until just now...)
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tea-time-terrier · 3 years
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May the (kelp) forest be with you.
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