#notice how I got progressively better at drawing them with each drawing
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so I just read Doodles (and adored it!!) and now I can't stop thinking abt Miguel trying to sketch the reader, but having no artistic abilities and therefore failling miserably. a sequel perhaps??
((not sure if you're still taking requests tho. love ur work anyway!!)
hii!! AW that’s so kind, thank you! I absolutely loved writing this, thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
doodles (part 2)
Miguel O’hara x f reader
wc || 881
warnings || none just fluff
part 1 -> doodles
masterlist + rules
Miguel has many talents, but drawing is not one of them. He has an indispensable need for perfectionism, so anything he was automatically good at frustrated him massively.
Since you've shared your knack for drawing with him, things have somewhat progressed between you both. Your relationship wasn't definite as of yet, but it was like the wedge between you two dissipated, like there was no longer a divide. You both spoke more freely with each other as if there was now a common understanding, like there were no secrets, well, still some secrets.
So now, when you'd hang out, you kept your doodle pad away, preferring to immerse yourself in conversation with Miguel rather than sketch your time away. He noticed how you were more present, more attentive while you were with him, and though he'd never admit it aloud, it made his heart feel full for you to want to spend time with him.
"You got your uh- notepad?" he asks, changing the subject of today's events at HQ.
"Always," you smile, head tilting to the side as if to understand him better. "Why'd you ask?"
"I want to try something," he sheepishly grins, his demeanour coltish as he avoids your gaze. "Can I borrow it?"
You playfully squint your eyes as you watch his expression soften. "I suppose,"
"And a pencil?" he adds, his tone sweet and juvenile as he extends a hand.
You weren't completely certain about what he had planned, but you had an idea.
"Okay, turn around a bit... no, towards me... now, put your arm up... yeah, on the table... no, your elbow. Mierda," (shit) he chuckles, shaking his head. "Put that there," he grins, adjusting you, moving you around in your chair. "Now, relax," his smile widens as he gazes at you across the table. "Hermosa," (beautiful) muttering under his breath.
His grin slowly fades as the lead touches the paper, looking stumped as he peeks at you over the notepad. He softly sighs as he begins to sketch you, glancing up at you every few seconds, sometimes looking at you more than necessary.
"How's it looking?" you sweetly ask, trying not to move too much.
"It's uh- it's," he pauses, masking the unsatisfied look on his face. "Good," he shrugs, his tone unconvincing as he continues to draw you.
He didn't have to say anything for you to know what he was thinking. His expressions were clear enough, even if he thought he hid them well.
"Can't wait to see it," you reassure, your eyes soften as they meet his.
He sighs heavily as he guides the pencil over the paper, flick-like strokes around the page as if he's sketching your hair. "It's terrible, cariño," (honey) he huffs, visibly frustrated as he drops the pad to the table. "Sorry,"
"No, no, don't be," you grin, standing from your seat, joining him on his side of the table. "Can I?" you ask, reaching for the pencil tightly gripped within his fist.
He nods, extending it towards you with a wry smile.
"Why you being so hard on yourself? It looks good," you partially lie.
It wasn't an awful drawing. It just wasn't great. You hated the idea of lying to Miguel, but surely this one time would be okay, a small white lie to avoid hurting his feelings. For someone who doesn't often do anything artistic and creative, it was actually a pretty solid effort. And although he wasn't one to care for art, you could tell this meant a lot to him, like he was trying to impress you or show another side to himself, a softer side even.
You could tell that he was frustrated in his attempts, so you reassured him, placing your warm palm over his forearm. "I think it looks great, Miguel," you smile. "Would it be okay if I help you?" you question, being careful with your wording to avoid the possibility of upsetting him.
"Go ahead," he nods, scooting his chair closer to you, resting the side of his head in his hand like he was getting comfortable to watch you. "I'm sure," he says, answering the question you had in mind, noticing the quizzical look in your eyes.
"Okay, so," you grin, looking at him. "I think it's the angle. It makes the proportions look funny, and it makes my nose look enormous," you playfully scold, earning you a soft laugh from Miguel. "But, you did the eyes well- wait a second, why are my lips so detailed?" you coyly smile, slowly turning to face him.
He doesn't answer. He shrugs, avoiding your gaze.
"Okay, okay, I'll drop it," you say, hiding your smile behind your hair, shielding the side of your face with it.
"Don't hide it," he mumbles, extending a hand, reaching for your hair and brushing it behind your ear. He smiles, noticing the blush form over your cheeks. "Show me how to improve it,"
So you did. You sat close together, inches apart as you made minor adjustments to the sketch, adding shading and highlights as Miguel admired the process, watching the drawing come to life. His eyes dart between you and the finished sketch of you on the page, a sweet, sincere smile spreading across his lips. "Hermosa," (beautiful) he whispers. "I'm gonna frame it."
@sunshiines-stuff @queerponcho @selfryed
#miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara fluff#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara x fem!reader#miguel o’hara imagine#atsv miguel#across the spiderverse#miguel atsv
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I usually don’t make text posts on tumblr because I use this site as an archive for the artwork I post online and I think keeping boundaries online is good. But it’s way too long for Twitter and I’m thanking people who use tumblr in it. But I’ve been self reflecting. Well actually, I’ve been reading the work of Nagata Kabi so it inspired me to write this. This is NOT a negative post btw.
TLDR: if I don’t believe in myself, I gotta believe in the people who believe in me
So. I’m my biggest critic, constantly annoyed at how slow my skills progress, unable to see the good or a single quality in it, basically just posting it the same way you’d hand over a test you clearly failed but at least you tried. Well, today I was scrolling my own blog and scrutinizing my own work. But in between all the work there were all those asks from people who made the step forward to come and express what they think about it. Usually when this happens I brush it off as “oh well, they’re just trying to be nice. I will thank them because I appreciate their kindness in trying to make me feel better”. But if it was the case, they’d probably just leave a like or, they don’t know me so they’d probably just ignore it. I kept reading everyone’s asks inbetween criticizing myself and it made me realize, while criticizing myself is GOOD (it means I see my past mistakes and I’m one step closer to improving), I focus too much on the negative. Some asks were pointing things I never notice about my own work. I think it’s like our own appearance. Many of us will think it’s nothing special but other people will like it. Actually this might be a bad analogy.
I wanted to thank each person (who was off anon so I could directly message them) individually but I’m actually a very shy person and I felt embarrassed like “hey, uhh, yeah that asks you probably don’t remember you sent? I read it 2 months later again and I’d like to thank you again”. I assume replying to old stuff is universally seen as weird by other people. The people might be weirded out. But in case any of you read it (anon or not, know that I am really thankful for everything and it’s thanks to you that I’m having this surge of happiness right now).
This triggered a lot of memories. Back in October, when I was drawing a lot of armored core stuff, I got an email in Japanese. At first I thought it was some google translated bot but, it was actually proper Japanese (if easy to make the difference, even if your level is low). The person was complimenting my armored core stuff and later they actually revealed themselves on twitter. It made my week to know that someone would write such a long email just because they saw what was to me a picture online I just felt “meh” about, saying that they wanted to learn to draw now. (The email was very long, I can’t just dismiss someone writing all that)
Also since I was laid off from my studio job last year, I still received freelance work doing concepts and IU for smaller games (and was even requested to do more work for the previously mentioned studio) and was able to live comfortably thanks to that. But to me it was nothing, like I refused to acknowledge my own achievements. I mean everyone has a job. Why would I congratulate myself? Because you’re doing the job you’ve always dreamed of. Yeah, it’s not a in-house permanent contract, sure I’m not working on AAA, but freelance work is still work and small indie games are often the ones doing unique and interesting things. Plus it’s not the 90’s anymore where you could have a part time job on something that would become a cult classic. The joy I felt the first time I’ve seen my name in the credits roll of a game felt like a victory after a long battle. So yeah.
I still DO need to improve drastically if I want to grow as an artist and get hired on bigger projects and have the career I dream of. (I also need to keep studying for my N2 haha). But I’m happy of what I’ve achieved so far and I’m thankful from the bottom of my heart for the people who voiced themselves to remind me to stop looking at a small detail instead of the bigger picture. We’re all works-In-progress so even if we’ve been shitters so far, doesn’t meant it’s over and we can’t get better. Also I’m conscious I’m lucky enough to have people voicing their feedback, while smaller artists don’t. If anyone has ever complimented your artwork, I would advise to read what they said again.
Also I’ve been contracted to do creature/monster design on a console game starting next week so I’m going to go and beat FF7 Rebirth in 4 days before I’m unable to play it for the rest of the month. 🫡
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A swimming lesson
It was another typical day at school, and as usual, I found myself in the crosshairs of Mr. Coachman's disdain. My name is Tristan, and I am what one might call an "unsporty" student. Thin, nerdy, and full of useless facts, I was the kid who always got picked last in gym class. Mr Coachman, a former athlete turned sport and philosophy teacher, had no patience for my know-it-all attitude. He believed that my incessant need to correct everyone was hindering the class and, quite frankly, his sanity. One day, Mr. Coachman approached me after yet another unnecessary correction during PE. He offered me a chance to improve my abysmal grades in sports by taking extra swimming lessons with him. Reluctantly, I agreed, desperate to boost my overall GPA. At our first swimming session, Mr. Coachman handed me a peculiar-looking swimming cap. He claimed it would allow me to hear and see his instructions directly in my head. I thought he was out of his mind, but upon putting on the cap, I realized it actually worked. It was a surreal experience, feeling Mr. Coachman's voice and visual cues echoing in my mind as I swam. The instructions were crystal clear, making it easier to perfect my stroke and improve my technique in record time. Weeks later, Mr. Coachman, noticing my progress, approached me with a new pair of swim goggles. He said they would help me focus better in the pool. Skeptical yet willing to try anything, I put them on and dove in. As soon as the water enveloped me, I felt a heightened sense of concentration. The outside world disappeared, and all that mattered was the water beneath me. Mr. Coachman's voice became a distant echo, guiding me through each stroke and turn. It was as if the goggles had transformed me into a single-minded swimming machine.
Mr Coachman observed my newfound dedication and satisfaction. I was exhausted from the intense swim training, which left me with no energy to display my usual know-it-all tendencies in class.
Several weeks later, Mr Coachman's next request gave me pause. He presented me with a slim blue Speedo and promised that it would enhance my speed in the water. There was just one catch—I had to shave off all my body hair. He argued that professional swimmers did it all the time for better speed and reduced resistance. I protested vehemently. "Shave off all my body hair? Are you out of your mind?" I exclaimed, my voice filled with disbelief. Mr Coachman, with a grin on his face, replied, "Of course not, Tristan! It's a small sacrifice in pursuit of greatness. Trust me, you'll thank me later." I crossed my arms stubbornly, determined to resist this outrageous demand. "Absolutely not! I'll wear the Speedo, but I draw the line at shaving my body hair. It's like asking a caterpillar to give up its fuzzy coat!" Mr Coachman's smile didn't falter, and he simply said, "Suit yourself, Tristan. But just remember, the pros do it for a reason." His words lingered in the air as an internal struggle waged within me. The temptation to conform and become the ultimate swimmer clashed with my natural inclination to rebel against such absurdity. In the end, though, curiosity won over. I figured, if I could endure the grueling training and wear these magical swimming items, what harm could a little body hair removal do? With a hesitant sigh, I finally agreed to Mr. Coachman's request. Trudging to the bathroom, I grabbed a razor, examining its gleaming blade with trepidation. As I stood before the mirror, thoughts of caterpillars and metamorphosis floated through my mind. I wondered if shaving off my body hair would truly transform me into a swimming powerhouse. With each stroke of the razor, I felt a mix of excitement and unease. Whiskers and hairs fell, leaving behind smooth, hairless skin. Trapped in my thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder what my friends would say or how they would react when they discovered my newfound aquatic obsession and hairless body. Finally, once all the hair was gone, I took a long look at my smooth reflection. It was a strange sight, almost otherworldly. I felt a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration, like a sea creature shedding its scales and emerging anew. Standing tall in my hairless glory, I slipped into the slim blue Speedo. Ready or not, I was about to dive into the next chapter of this bizarre journey, hoping that my shaved body would indeed prove to be a worthwhile sacrifice in the pursuit of greatness. Emerging from the water for the first time in my stylish Speedo, I had transformed. My physique resembled that of a Greek statue, not an ounce of body fat in sight. I was an athletic swimmer, a force to be reckoned with.
With my old clothes no longer fitting, Mr. Coachman outfitted me with a tight beige chino and a light blue shirt.
As I squeezed myself into the outfit, I couldn't help but complain about looking like a preppy dork. However, Mr. Coachman assured me that it was all about how I wore the clothes. Skillfully, he rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, unbuttoned the top buttons, and stood back to appraise his handiwork. "Aren't you a handsome devil?" he remarked with a satisfied grin.
Surprisingly, I found myself thanking him, swallowed by a sense of excitement and self-confidence that I had never experienced before. Something about Mr. Coachman's approval made me feel alive and validated, even if I couldn't pinpoint exactly why I had become so susceptible to his influence. And thus, Mr. Coachman's cunning plan had come to fruition. Those magical swimming accouterments had not only transformed me into a skilled swimmer but also had slowly but surely chipped away at my once-sturdy resistance. When I wore all three items—cap, goggles, and Speedo—I was utterly beholden to his every command, a true embodiment of the "perfect student-athlete" he had envisioned from the onset. Now a member of the swim team, I had gone from a nerdy outcast to a charming and good-looking athlete, the joy of all my teachers. But deep down, I couldn't help but wonder if Mr. Coachman's methods were entirely ethical. Regardless, I was living proof of his success, and the sensation of hearing Mr. Coachman's voice and visualizing his instructions while wearing the cap and goggles had left an indelible mark on my perception of swimming, forever changing the way I experienced the water.
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Little fights
Pairing: Lo'ak x male Metkayina reader x Aonung
Pronouns used: he/him
Words: 2k
Warnings: none
Request: “If your requests are open can I req some Aonung x male reader x Lo’ak? Any plot really, just some fluff would be nice”
"(M/n)! (M/n), over here!" What was that? My thoughts were still cloudy when I was awakened from my nap on the beach. "Oh man, just leave him, can’t you see he's sleeping?" "(M/n), look!" I sat up and rubbed my eyes. My gaze wandered over the water until I could see two figures not far away from me, to whom I could assign the voices from just now. It took me a second to get on my feet. Then I stretched briefly and patted some sand off of my tweng.
Finally, I started moving to make my way to the water. The spot where the low waves reached the beach was barely a few meters away. As the waves swept over my feet, I sighed contentedly. Feeling the coolness of the ocean on my body was one of my favorite feelings. But the quiet satisfaction did not last long when the same voice from earlier called my name again: "(M/n), look what I caught!" One of my boyfriends, Lo'ak, waved his hands excitedly in the air. His fingers were clasped around a short spear, on which a fish, a little larger than his head, was wriggling impaled. "Nice catch, love!" I closed the few steps between us and patted his shoulder with a grin. "Right?" He beamed from ear to ear. He had such a way about him, his joy was just contagious. "And Aonung made fun of me because of it!" I tried to contain myself from chuckling when I noticed the little pout that had now spread across his lips. It was clear to me that he was only looking for my confirmation with his actions. And since I knew what made him tick, I didn't want to deny him the little praise. So I just leaned over and gave him a small kiss that served its purpose and put the smile back on his pretty face. "Oh, don't hold it against him, he's just jealous because he hasn't caught anything yet." I quipped. Although I had said this quietly, a second later I heard some angry mumbling. Something about how this is not true and Lo'ak being like a baby who wouldn't even catch a tadpole.
I hadn't intended to have to start this all over again and I regretted saying anything at all. The relationship between Lo'ak and Aonung was, well, let's say more often still difficult. Before Lo'ak had joined our relationship, they had become friends to some extent, but not without constantly teasing each other. I had expected it to get better since the three of us were together, but now they were constantly arguing for my attention, which of them was better at what and more unnecessary quarrels on a toddler level. This rivalry, whether playful or not, sometimes really got on my nerves, as they were both very important to me. And I wasn't their mother to arbitrate such things all the time. Sometimes I wish that everything could just be a little more tension-free. I turned to Aonung, thinking about saying something, and couldn't decide whether to apologize to him for my comment or blame him for his. However, this decision was taken away from me when Lo'ak caught me off guard by placing his spear in the water and jumping into my arms, almost causing me to fall backwards in the process. By doing so, he was successful in drawing my attention back to him.
I put my hands around his back to hold him up. "Are you proud of me?" His gaze rested intensely on my face and he gave me an expression full of joyful anticipation. For now, I buried my face in the crook of his neck so he couldn't see my amused smile. It was mean, I knew that, but somehow Aonung wasn't entirely wrong with his words. Of course, since Lo'ak was one of the forest people, he had no practice in our hunt and had to start very small. And, of course, I didn't want to dissuade him from this progress by discouraging him. "Yes, soo proud!" I muttered, fueling his ego. Aonung snorted in exasperation. "Come on, can you even call this little thing a fish? Even a baby could catch something like that!", he said spitefully with his typical challenging grin. I had learned to just ignore his cheeky comments to Lo'ak, because when I scolded them for their little fights, both of them just ended up whining. "Oh, is that so, Aonung? You don't have to say anything, because unlike you, I actually caught something! And I'm not even from here!" He stuck his tongue out at the older boy. "Guys, please!" "He started it!", came from both of them at the same time.
As always, no one took the blame. In the end, I decided to let them discuss it when else because I couldn't bear their squabbling again. So, without further ado, I just went back towards the beach, literally running away from my problems for the moment. At least in part, because Lo'ak was still clinging to my neck and now wrapped his legs around my waist so as not to fall off due to my movement. "Hey, where are we going?" he asked, confused. "I don't know. I'll just separate you from each other until you behave appropriately for your age again." I also didn't care if Lo'ak was offended by my comment now. If he were, he would simply end up somewhere in the water. I was just fed up at the moment. However, to my surprise, he just relaxed in my arms and caressed the tattoos on my shoulders with his fingers. I waited for him to say something, but he didn't.
It wasn't until I arrived at the small cave somewhere near the beach, where we often came, that he let go of my neck and dropped on his own feet. Even though I loved carrying him around, I was glad that I didn't have to hold his weight anymore as it made walking kind of difficult. "Do we want to cook the fish for dinner?" he asked softly. The fish. "Well, did you bring it with you?" We both looked at each other in expressionless realization. "We forgot the fish." I sighed. "Then we'll just eat with the others later." He nodded. But I could see a hint of disappointment on his face. "You'll catch another one tomorrow!" He nodded again. Then he reached out to me and gave me the grasping hands movement. "Cuddle?" I asked him with my head tilted to the side. Instead of giving me an answer, he simply pulled me into a tight embrace. I didn't know why he was so needy for attention today, but of course I didn't mind. "Come on, let's make ourselves comfortable." I looked around the cave. It wasn't big, but it didn't have to be. When we first found it, we put a little effort into decorating it with leaves and laying out moss to sit on, built a small fire pit from a circle of stones and that was it. It wasn't my home, but I felt almost as at home here as I did in the village. Yet this was probably because I shared this place with my boyfriends and thus connected it with them.
I chose a large moss pillow to sit on and pulled Lo'ak by the hand towards me. As he wriggled around, trying to find a position that was comfortable for both of us, I watched him. In the end, he just rested his head on my chest and pulled his legs to him like a baby. My gaze wandered over his beautiful body. His skin tone, which had a darker shade of blue than mine, his strong but delicate hands with five beautifully long fingers, the patterns on his arms, chest, torso and legs, and actually all over his body, his thin forest tail, which probably made swimming much more difficult. He wasn't just special because he looked different from my people. He was also unique in his own way. "What is it?" I looked down and saw him staring at me with his big yellow orbs. It just looked indescribably adorable. "Nothing. You're just unbelievably beautiful." I gave him a warm smile. A dark purple blush crept onto his cheeks and he quickly hid them in his hands. "Don't just say something like that, skxawng!" His embarrassment made me laugh. "And you don't hide your cute face!" Carefully, I grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from his face. His pupils were slightly dilated and his face still had a soft shade of purple. This sight made my face heat up as well. Without taking my eyes off him, I intertwined my fingers with his.
"Wow, now you're even cuddling without me. Lo'ak jumped when we suddenly heard a voice in the entrance of the cave. I laughed at his startled expression. Then I turned to the figure that was now approaching. The beautiful figure of my other boyfriend. He gave us a hurt look. So sad and genuine-looking that it would have convinced me if I hadn't known him so well. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he was holding something in his hands. Could that... "You brought the fish!" Lo'ak exclaimed happily. "Yes, but I'm not giving it to you since you're shutting me out like that." Lo'ak's happy expression turned into a guilty one. "Aonung, don't tease him like that!" He huffed. "Don't tease him like that!" he imitated me in a silly voice. "Why are you babying him all day?" I stared at him and he held my gaze. "Are you actually jealous?" I asked incredulously as I slowly saw through him. "No." It sounded more like a question than an answer. That would probably never change. Why did he always want to play tough and cool to hide the fact that he needed something? No matter if it was help or attention. He never asked for it and for years I noticed how he suffered in silence when he was struggling with something. This thought made me a little sad. Not only did he think he had to behave this way, he also acted like that in front of me as if I hadn't known him all his life. I had been his friend all these years, and not so long ago I become his boyfriend. "(M/n)?"
Yeah, maybe I had stared at him for too long. "Come here, darling." I opened one arm for him while holding Lo'ak's hand with the other. He still pretended to weigh whether or not to do it, but the next second, he put the spear with the fish on it down and got on his knees to crawl up to me and curl up next to Lo'ak in my arm. "We would never leave you out, you know that, right?" I asked him, gently stroking his head with my hand. He closed his eyes and kept silent. I sighed. "I love you so much. Both of you. Can't you imagine how hard it is for me to see you arguing all the time? I know you don't hate each other and I don't want to choose between the two of you. Moments like this are just too precious. Don't you prefer that to arguing?" They were both quiet, probably too proud to say anything. "I'm sorry I made fun of your hunting skills, Lo'ak." Aonung spoke under his breath. Lo'ak turned his gaze to him. "I'm sorry I stuck my tongue out at you and mocked you for not catching anything. I know you're a great hunter!" The words of the two almost melted my heart. "(M/n), are you crying?" "No!" Suddenly, they both laughed together. "You two are impossible!" I said, giggling and shaking my head. "I know, I know." Aonung snickered. We stayed like this for a few more minutes, then the older one shifted in my arms. "As much as I enjoy this, can we get up and make a fire now? It's getting dark and I'm really hungry!"
I hope you liked it :)
#m!reader#reader insert#male reader#avatar x reader#avatar x male reader#aonung#loak#fluff#avatar way of water#gay#poly#aonung x reader x loak
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I say now is the time I start updating my tumblr gallery again... I've been slacking...
More TYK design studies! Here, specifically, an evolution of Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing throughout their lives, to see what stages they got through to reach who they are during book canon.
I headcanon ZZS as this little smug genius and tried to keep this unimpressed, self-satisfied smirk throughout, with I hope a noticeable shift for the last two.
5 y.o., still living at the Zhou estate, with his family. He's a bit of a weak child (pulled from ZZS saying he didn't have nearly as good a constitution as ZCL does), but quite smart, already with a knack for spying on people.
10 y.o. has joined Siji manor, proud and smug and feeling superior for having been chosen by QHZ and being hella good at what he does.
15 y.o. is now freshly appointed sect leader, and I think it's going well enough, that he's quite feeling himself there.
20 y.o., has now been working for HLY for a bit more than a year, roughly.
25 y.o., right after the ending of Qi Ye, right after the war, right after he pretty much got his very personal bad ending. I feel like he's quite numb, can only survive through floating above everything and just focus on work and some distracting, meaningless things.
29 y.o., TYK canon after unmasking.
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With WKX I wanted to represent, without being too on the nose, the progressive loss of humanity.
5 y.o., still living with his Jianghu heroes parents. Quite a happy and playful child, more interested in having fun than studying. Probably a natural at many things, however, such as learning his father's sword techniques (unlike the arts of healing lessons that he probably didn't pay much attention to)
10 y.o., has been in the valley for a few months already, surviving.
18 y.o., is a servant for whom is currently the Ghost Valley Master.
21 y.o., is now the GVM himself, has successfully lead a coup against his own master and then won what was basically a battle royale for the throne.
26 y.o., is now a seasoned GVM, has been in this position for much longer than average, is working on his plan.
30 y.o., TYK canon.
For reasons, it's quite important to me to have this overview and to consider in detail each of their progression since I think it participates heavily into how I understand them as people.
The followings were already posted in my previous post with all the design, but since it's thematically coherent I will add the families and some details about them:
The Wen family, especially the parents, were Jianghu heroes in the best wuxia tradition. Wen Ruyu had to look a like Wen Kexing, and Gu Miaomiao be this pure, strong, energetic heroïne. As mentioned above, I like child WKX to be a very fun and energetic child himself-- he likes the colours his mother wears, likes to run around and look at beautiful things. I found that the two buns were a cute addition to his design. He's about 3 y.o. on this illustration.
The Zhou family is meant to look plain and normal, as ZZS himself-- little parenthesis: although I do like to draw ZZS as handsome, I think he isn't much more than that; I think that it's fine to consider that he looks rather plain, especially next to people like WKX or, obviously, JBY or YBY. Since ZZS seems to have a fascination with heroes in the book, I like to imagine that he was naturally the least heroic of the brotherhood; both his brother and sister being a better match than himself (although ultimately they are all fairly normal people). I liked to have his mom be the originator of his height (I think he should totally be the tallest of the brotherhood, btw).
That's it!
Thank you for reading!
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summary ☾
⤏ marc doesn't like it when you get hurt, even by accident.
pairing(s) ☽ marc spector/reader-centric | constellations!verse
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⤏ my third entry for the moon knight bingo hosted by @juneknight and @spacecowboyhotch over at @moonknight-events. I will eventually crosspost this to the main fic for constellations on ao3 when it will best fit the chronological progression of the chapters.
⤏ reminding myself that it's okay to keep things short and sweet sometimes.
☽ MASTERPOST ☾
☾ PREVIOUS ENTRY ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT ENTRY ☽
You didn’t notice it until Marc’s thumb compressed the unexpectedly tender flesh just above the joint of your elbow, drawing a sharp yelp from your throat more from surprise than from pain. “Where did you pick that up?”
It was commonplace for you to shower with the boys after getting home from work for the evening, a habit started during one of Steven’s clingier stints months prior when you’d first begun to stay over at their apartment.
You shared that trait, occasionally wanting as much physical closeness with your significant other(s) as reasonably possible to disperse the nasty thoughts or melancholic feelings that would crop up in the back of your mind despite your best efforts. It helped significantly—to that you could attest. On the plus side, washing each other with gentle touches, indulging yourselves in amorous affections (those of which oftentimes got carried away to both of your benefit), and just having someone you fully trusted in such close proximity at your most vulnerable satisfied that once nagging loneliness that used to daily plague your greater consciousness into something far more manageable and docile. You had found your person (...people?), and you could rest assured that they would be there for you always—even at the times when you could scarcely summon the strength to raise your hands to wash your hair.
Marc had started to replicate that tendency soon after Steven’s initial timid request, claiming that conserving water saved money spent on utilities, but you knew better than that—you knew him better than that. You knew that he struggled to verbalize his needs and found it easier to disguise his self-determined ‘weaknesses’ under sensuality laced with practicality. He would often wait until you got ready to shower to join you. You figured that he suspected you knew his ‘accidental’ brushes and bumps and noticeably slow reach-arounds weren’t exactly accidental, but you decided not to comment upon it. You certainly didn’t want to dissuade one of the sole outlets of casual physicality he allowed himself outside of the bedroom.
So when you’d trudged into the apartment with takeout in hand that night, sleeves soaked in coffee because you’d bumped into one of the newbies while going to dump out the pot in the sink, Marc had immediately stood up from the couch to take the sacks. He’d tucked them into the microwave so he could reheat them later before escorting you straight to the bathroom. He’d lavished you the entire time, sensing without words that you were exhausted and didn’t have much energy to move.
“Oh,” you said, looking down as he released your arm and eyeing the tender place he’d spotted despite the poor lighting in the bathroom. You pressed it lightly with your fingertips, raising a brow—you hadn’t even noticed the faintest discoloration in your own skin, as it was barely visible. Your wondering at how he even saw it didn’t last long when you realized that he’d likely been decorated with hemorrhaging most of the time since he’d joined the military and could identify them easily. “I didn’t even…huh. I must’ve hit the countertop harder than I thought.”
Marc frowned, his furrowed brow lowered over his dark eyes as he scrutinized your expression. “You fell?”
“No,” you chuckled, shaking your head as you slipped under the shower’s stream to rinse off the suds he’d lathered over your back. “New guy wasn’t watching where he was going coming out of the kitchen and I bumped into him. I was trying not to spill the coffee and stumbled. Bang, funny bone tickled, and I still got it all over myself. It hurt like a bitch, but I didn’t think I hit it that hard.”
Marc hummed, eyes dropping to your elbow as he reached for your shampoo. “Tilt your head back, baby.”
It wasn’t until later, after you’d both gotten dressed and eaten and settled into bed, that he brought it back up. “...He didn’t push you, did he?”
You cracked your eyes open despite the apartment being just short of pitch black. You rolled over to face him, twisting in his arms, and eased back enough to squint at him in the dark. The faintest illumination of street lights peeking through the windows highlighted the edges of his face, but his expression was cloaked in shadow. His tone, however—low and stern as though afraid to break the hushed, relative silence drenching the apartment—was indication enough of his dour mood.
“No,” you said carefully. “It was an accident. He’s super tall and lanky so he doesn’t always remember to check if someone’s in front of him.”
Marc’s hand spread over the small of your back, fingertips slipping beneath the hem of the t-shirt you wore, its hem having ridden up from your movements. “If he does it again, or if he tries anything…”
“He’s just an oblivious, sleep-deprived college kid, honey. He’s not out to get me.”
He grunted, wedging his other arm beneath you to leverage you against his torso. He tucked his chin over the crown of your head, his heavy sigh tickling the nape of your neck. “Can never be too careful. I never know if…you know. Someone’s hunting for old vendettas.”
You slipped your hand over his side so you could stroking soothing circles between his shoulder blades. “I’ll let you know if he gives me any trouble. I promise.” You pressed a kiss to the skin available to you while constricted within his borderline smothering embrace, which just so happened to be his clavicle. “I appreciate the concern, I really do, but you can’t worry yourself to death about me all the time. I can handle myself well enough—I think you know that better than most.”
“...I do,” he conceded reluctantly. “But it’s my job to worry.”
“And it’s also your job to trust my judgment. Trapping yourself in an endless loop of worst case scenarios doesn’t give you any more control of our lives than you already have, Marc.”
“Are you really quoting our therapist right now?”
“If that’s what it takes to get through that thick ol’ noggin of yours, then yeah.” You tapped his temple gently with the knuckle of your free hand. “All three of you make me feel the safest I ever have in my life. I know I can depend on each of you for anything I could ever ask. I’ll never forget that you’ve got my back.” You tilted your head to kiss his neck, feeling his pulse jump against your lips. “And, just for the record, you have me, too.”
“We know.” He squeezed you closer, almost crushing the air from your lungs. “I just never want to see you hurt. Again.”
You would never forget the look on his face when he fronted following the fallout of Jake cleaning up the rest of Ammit’s cult. The newly-introduced alter had patched you up already before relinquishing the body to his host, but you may as well have been bedridden in the ICU with how fervently he checked every last inch of you to make sure you were still alive. You hadn’t addressed the tears welling in his distressed eyes, and you’d only managed to calm him down by asking him to hold you so you could sleep some more. The adrenaline rush had fatigued you for a solid week afterwards and he and Steven both had hovered like mother hens.
He’d cradled you so carefully, like porcelain, mirroring the position you were in now.
“We’re careful about things,” you reminded him, “and you’ve got the god of the moon on speed dial. You can relax, Marc. I’m not going anywhere.”
He did, just so. You felt some of the tension drain from his frame the longer you touched him. At some point, he cupped a hand around the back of your head and began to thumb little circles behind your ear. The motion, combined with his rhythmic breathing, lulled you into drowsiness more effectively than melatonin ever could.
“If it makes you feel any better,” you mumbled, fighting the cusp of sleep long enough to voice your thought, “you can give me some fun bruises.”
“Tomorrow, maybe,” Marc chuckled, a raspy rumble low in his chest. “Go to sleep, baby.”
You were never one to argue with a good idea like that.
#fisara's codices#moon knight#moon knight fanfiction#moonknightevents#fanfiction#reader insert#marc spector#marc spector/reader#marc spector x reader#marc spector/you#marc spector x you#marc spector fanfiction#marc spector fluff
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"Hi, could you make a fic where Dalton lambert where he teaches the reader to draw, and one of these days she draws a drawing of him"
This was requested by @daltonshotgf!
A/n: I finally finished this even though it took forever. I decided to make this multiple parts just so i could include the progress of the readers drawing ability. Im thinking maybe this will be 3-4 parts but im not entirely sure. (I dont own any gifs used in my fics)
Warnings: gn!reader (but reader is Chris' roommate), use of y/n, i think thats it.
Word count: 1.6k
!Not proofread!
I’ll teach you. — Dalton Lambert
Everyday, you would let yourself into Dalton’s dorm while he was at class and wait for him to come back to his dorm.
This wasn’t a new thing. Ever since you and Dalton met, due to you being Chris’ new roommate, you guys instantly connected and its like you had known each other for forever. Since Chris still had the key to Dalton dorm from when they were roomed together, she would let you borrow it if you ever wanted to.
You started coming over before he got back from class so now he just expects you to be there. If you aren’t at his dorm when he gets home from school, he will text you and ask where you are. It has become a routine in which you both follow.
Today, Dalton gets back to his dorm from class at 3:15. So, following routine, you let yourself into his dorm at 2:45, 30 minutes before he gets back.
You try to find ways to entertain yourself. Playing on your phone, listening to music, watching Netflix, but everything bored you out so quickly.
You look around his dorm and noticed the clothes, papers, and artwork scattered everywhere around his room.
You let out an audible sigh as you stand up and start to pickup the clothes and set them in his laundry hamper, pick up the papers and set them on his desk, and organize his artwork, notably because cautious of the not yet dry painting of what looks to be a door.
You start to pick up the various drawings and take a look at each one. You notice his pattern of his drawings being people. Specifically, people that are important to him. As you flip through the drawings, you recognize his mom, brother, and his grandma, all of which you’ve seen in pictures and other drawings that are hanging above his bed.
You notice the immense amount of detail Dalton has put into these drawings. It seems as though he had thoughtfully placed each and every freckle and eyelash.
While you look at the drawings, you cant help but wish that you could’ve been blessed with such talent.
You continue to admire the drawings when you hear the door of the dorm open.
“I’m back.” Dalton states as he sets down his portfolio as he shuts the door.
“I see that.” You respond, as you set the sketches down on his desks.
Dalton looks around his room, noticing the cleanliness of his room. You see him looking around, looking a bit confused.
“I got bored here alone so i cleaned your room for you, like the good friend i am”
“And somehow you manage to make my room look better than when I clean it. ” He chuckles a little as he sits on his bed, looking at you still picking up random things off the floor.
“That’s not very hard to do, Dalton.” You say with a sarcastic tone.
“Well, if you enjoy cleaning my room for me, be my guest. Less work for me.”
You continue cleaning as you think about how good his drawings are. Part of you wants to ask him to teach you but you think he probably doesn’t have the time for that. You look at him and notice that hes on his phone, probably texting Chris.
“How did you learn to draw so well?” You ask, suddenly.
“I don’t know. I guess i just practiced and overtime it got better. I used to draw a lot when I was little.”
You pick up the last shirt and set it in the hamper. Then, you go to sit on what used to be Chris’ bed.
“I’ve always wanted to learn how to draw, but I think with my lack of talent, im hopeless.”
“You’re not hopeless…maybe.”
You fake gasp as you walk over to him and sit down next to him on his bed.
“I’m so very offended.”
“I don’t know why. You said you were hopeless first.” He looks back at you with a slight smile on his face.
You look at him as you back track on the conversation.
“I did, didn’t I?”
“Yes. You did.”
“Oh. Well what i’m trying to get at is if you will teach me how to draw.”
He looks you and acts like he is thinking about it, when really he would want nothing more than to teach you one of the things he loves doing most.
“Mmm. Sure.”
You’re heart jumps as you think about him teaching you.
“Really?”
“Yeah, ill teach you. You don’t seem too hopeless.”
You roll your eyes at him before he continues.
“You want to start now? I don’t have anything to do for a while.”
“Yes, yes.” You say quickly, sounding almost too eager.
He grabs his sketch book and sits down on the ground. You follow after him.
As he starts explaining drawing and art to you, you start to notice all the light freckles that scatter his nose, one freckle that is placed below his right eye appearing slightly darker.
You notice the way his hair falls in front of his face when he looks down at his sketchbook.
You notice the way his lips move when he talks.
You notice how he smiles when he talks about one of the things he most passionate about.
But what you didn’t notice is that he had asked you something.
“You got all that?” He looks back up at you from his sketch book.
You look down at his paper and see that he has some sort of shape that resembles somebodies jawline.
“Yeah…” You say with an unsure tone of voice.
“You didn’t draw anything.” He looks down at the piece of paper he handed you and sees its still blank.
In fact, you didn’t even realize he had given you a piece of paper.
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” You grab the pencil you had next to you and try to copy what he has on his paper, but no where near matching it.
He looks at the paper you had drawn on and sighs as he looks at the 3 lines you had drawn.
“Okay, lets try something different.” He says as he goes to sit next to you instead of across from you.
He grabs your hand along with the pencil as he guides your hand where to go. You feel your heartbeat speed up at the unexpected contact. The only thing you could think of was how his hand would feel casually holding yours. How it would feel resting on your waist as you kissed him.
All of these thoughts were all hitting you at once. You had never thought of Dalton in a more-than-friendly way. So why were you thinking of him like that now? Was it just your mind confusing a close friendship with romantic feelings? Or was there something there?
Once he had sketched out a similar pattern to what was on his paper, he lets go.
“There you go.” He smiles.
You don’t say anything as you smile back.
He disregards your silence and continues on with his teaching.
“Okay, so, you’re going to sketch out the features. I cant help you with that since that’s probably one of the most difficult parts.”
He offers to basically hold your hand again. But it was only to teach you what you asked him to teach you. Right?
“Ill try it myself.” You say to try and avoid anymore physical contact with Dalton.
“Yeah, I don’t think i can draw.” You say with a laugh as you try to sketch out the first eye.
“Here, let me show you a trick.”
He brings his paper over to yours and tells her the trick that helped him learn how to draw symmetrical and proportional facial features.
“Now you try it on your paper.” He hands you the pencil back and looks at you as you try to draw the features.
—
After 2 hours of drawing back and for and little side conversations, its hits 5:45. Your hand was cramping, and your legs were numb from sitting in the same position for so long.
“My hand hurts, Dalton. I don’t want to draw anymore.” You whine out.
“Fineee, we can finish it tomorrow.” He says as he stands up and sets his sketchbook on his bed.
“Yes, tomorrow. I just need to stand up and walk.” You say as you try to stand without falling over.
You pick up the piece of paper you had been drawing on. You weren’t aware of who you were drawing, but you were just drawing whatever Dalton told you to.
“I’m gonna go back to my dorm. Chris should be there by now.” You grab your bag and the drink you had brought with you there.
“Alright, Ill see you tomorrow though, right?” He says as stands up and walks towards you.
“Of course, you see me everyday.” You laugh as you guys pull each other into a hug.
Even though you guys have hugged a million times before, this one was different. Maybe it was his hand placement, or maybe it was just the thoughts you had before, or just maybe it was the fact it lingered a little longer than previous hugs. But whatever it was instantly made your heart race and your face grow pink.
Dalton pulls away as he smiles as you.
“Well, ill see you tomorrow then.” His hand is still laying on your hip.
“Yeah, of course.” You open the door and walk out into the hallway.
“Bye.” You smile at him as you see him walking back towards the bed with his hand in his hair.
He swiftly turns and looks at you.
“Bye.”
#llvmos#dalton lambert#fanfic#insidious#dalton lambert x reader#insidious the red door#ty simpkins#insidious 5#fluff#i dont know what im doing tbh#how to people write fanfiction everyday?
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Chosen is built like a brick shithouse and honestly ur correct for drawing your interpretation of em like that. More ppl should draw the sticks looking like they could crack skulls between their biceps tbh it adds character
Truuueee and honestly
I wanted to give The Redemption Squad more character. Since I put the ask redemption squad, theres very little about them, which I’ll try to focus on as well, each of them will have their own lore. Starting by my interpretation of their figures. This also follows up with that one ask of why Chosen is so big and bit funny looking. I haven’t grown buff guys in a while.
Chosen - Yes, he is big. A freaking walking Bulldozer. He’s most likely an OP TANK. I gave him a prison/Miguel O’Hara/Captain America bod. A powerful beast but a gentle soul (sometimes) He already gone past his hatred to Alan and tries to live peacefully and redeeming himself along with three others. This doesn’t mean he’ll stop using his powers and fight when a cause happens and CG needing him. He mentors Second with his powers once a week. His preferable weapons are his fists and powers. Even though MT and Dark made him gauntlets so he wont feel left out.
Navy - has a veteran/gladiator figure. His body is a bit similar to Chosen but smaller. Lost his arm in one battle (after he left Pink and Purple) so he uses a prosthetic that makes it look like he didn’t lose a limb in the first place. If noticed by few text from previous posts, he mentioned he was in a clan, and that he also has powers. Not powerful like the Hollowheads, but enough to help him in battle. He has gotten over of trying to force Purple to be strong, but he have not talked to Purple as he feels he’s not ready to face his son yet. His choice of weapon is a Great Sword. And the name NAVY is his alias he goes by, His real name is Royal Blue.
Mango Tango/King/MT - I see him having a tall but bit skinny figure. He’s not buff like Navy and Chosen, but he is exceptionally strong. He’s already intimidating by his height alone. He still feels guilty of what he done to the CG and to Purple despite them saying they forgiven him. He just feels the need to redeem himself, he and purple are in better terms and now have a father - son relationship. Purple calls him Baba and Mango spends time with Purple once a week. Sometimes when talking, Mango will kneel down by one knee to hear better and he feels guilty since the person he’s talking too aches their necks (He does it to Dark and Red sometimes). His choice of weapon is the Minecraft staff, Dark had it made for him through his blueprints and altered two Minecraft blocks by coding. He’s somewhat the Mage/Jack of all trades of the group.
Dark - his body reverted back to how he was created by Alan at the beginning. Smallest of the group but tallest to Purple and CG. He doesn’t remember the Showdown and the progression to the point of the Virus (Like Amnesia). He’s most open and got along to Mango and Navy very quickly. Although to Second and CG not very much. Despite his amnesia, Dark still has his love of bugs and coding, which explains he got close to Mango faster since they shared interests. His powers a now a mix so its new change for him as it does not make the same outcome when he had his powers. His choice of weapon are Vira blades/Kusarigama, he recreated his bracelets (muscle memory) but did not include the Delete Code property. As I said, the powers he has are new.
#redemption squad#avm#avm navy#avm royal blue#avm mt#ava chosen one#ava dark lord#animator vs minecraft#animator vs animation#avm king orange#avm king mango#ava the dark lord#ava the chosen one#ava tdl#ava tco
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Swinging
Short story (1282 words).
I was having breakfast at Bob's Intercontinental Swinging Club, as I tend to do, each Saturday morning. They've got great home-made sandwiches. Horrendous coffee, though.
I suspect Donna, Bob's wife, reheats the leftover coffee from the day before, to then add some fresh brew, that is so criminally strong it'll have a spoon standing upright in your mug, to mask the taste. Any taste.
Still, Bob's is the only place I know where you can still smoke indoors, so what do I care. I was just about to start my second sandwich, when I saw Bob waft through the streaks and plumes of nicotine blue, approaching my window side table.
"Hey, Bob."
He sat down at my table. Bob never has to ask. I offered him a cigarette, which he denied. And from his front-side pocket he fetched a small box of cigarellos. He lit one with a match, inhaled deeply, and, then, let out a big, tear-inducing column of a sigh. He was evidently feeling heavy, so I tried to lighten the mood:
"Damn, Biff — I call him Biff because Bob looks like Old Man Biff from the Back to the Future movies — what do they put in those; asphalt and conifer?"
This caused a faint smile, before he took another pensive draw.
"So, eh, how's business?", I leaned forward over the table, interested, and immediately drew back due to my elbows sticking to yesterday's beer.
"Not great, McFly, not great."
"Yeah, I noticed customer amounts dwindling. What is up with that?", I lifted my sandwich off the plate, "Can't be these, Donna still aces them."
"No, no. People still love those. And you can smoke indoors. The cafeteria's fine, but I just can't seem to get people excited for swinging anymore."
"Ludicrous. I can't think of anything more exciting."
I closed my eyes and thought of yesterday's Friday Swinging Night, letting a grin curl my mouth. I don't know if I spoke or whispered.
"It's just so… satisfying."
For sure, though, I then once more leaned forward over the table, overcoming its stickiness for the sake of importance. And, solemnly, I added:
"Come on, Biff, I'm sure it's just a temporary slump. I've been coming here for years and years. Swinging is timeless. I know it's different, now, then when Pops started in the 60's, but when you took over, the club went intercontinental. That's a great feat. Besides, I mean, I'm half this club's age, but you and Donna picked me up, and pulled me into swinging. I'm sure we can do this for the next generation."
"Frankly, Mark — wait, no McFly? — I think that's the problem."
"¿Que?"
"Guys, like you… you are the problem."
I spat out my coffee.
"Awful, isn't it?
"Yes", I muttered, wiping my mouth with my palm, to then swiftly and frantically brush the coffee grounds from my teeth with my index finger.
"But I am also shocked! How can you say such a thing? I'm your most loyal customer. AND your friend."
"You're also very conservative."
"That's not true. I was the first to laud you for omitting Family Swings. I am definitely not for everything staying the same."
"Yeah, but that's just because they made you queasy…"
I pulled an ugly face, thinking of Family Swings. Horrible occasions. I didn't need to say a thing. Bob was right.
And so he continued:
"… So don't act like you're all progressive. You always go for the same. Hey, the older they get, the more you love 'em."
"What can I say? I like mine vintage. They feel better. Move better."
I leaned backwards and crossed my arms.
"They make better noises, too. Heck, they make sound, Bob! Do you know how unsatisfying silence is?"
Bob frowned, and shook his head. Clearly unimpressed by my arguments. So I continued my passionate plea:
"I mean, come on, you know I'm loud. Don't you know how awkward I feels when I'm alone at that? I need them to be louder than me!"
Bob just took another draw of his cigarello and blew out a deep sigh of disappointment.
"They don't make noise, because you never play with them."
He put out his cigarello as a statement.
"Don't you remember how you were when you first came here? Like a kid in a candy store. You tried them all. Loved them all. Here you can't even remember how silent Jessica was, until you were all over her. Now, she's the loudest of them all."
"Yeah, that's why she feels mine. That's why I keep returning", I weaselled, unwisely.
"That is so against swinging culture."
"All right, all right. I take that back. I just like my 90's baby a lot. But you know I also love my 80's baby Stella, and Tiffany…
Bob interrupted me.
"That's exactly my point! You only go for the older ones. The one's that've been here for years!"
I, however, was already too far gone. Lost in recalling Fridays. Thinking about my favourites: 60's baby's, 50's, 40's, 30's… 20's! Listing all their names. Until I, in my excitement, named that one name who should not be named.
By me, that is.
"Huberta! Oh, Huberta. Sure, she's wobbly and creaks a little, but…"
Bob slammed the table.
"You know you're no longer allowed near Huberta!"
"Ah, come on. Why not? Still not?"
"You broke her."
"Nothing a little titanium couldn't fix..."
He threw his hands in the air, anguished at this statement.
"I'm not having this." Then, louder, and to the kitchen: "Donna! I'm not having this! Can't talk to the kid."
"Just tryyy it."
He grunted.
"All right, listen. I see you sneaking around Huberta while you know she's off limits. Off. Limits. And you know what? All those names you just listed. Off limits. All. Off. Limits."
Bob waved his finger at me, the jolly fellow had never scolded anyone like this. Let alone myself. It was only now I understood he was really, really pissed. So, I did the only thing I could do. I apologized. Shut my mouth. And listened.
And, luckily, after I said sorry, Bob calmed a bit.
"Look, it's always the same with you. I appreciate your patronage and dedication to the club, but you use those poor things up. You have at them, and at them, and at them, until you break them. I know it's all out of your limitless swinging enthusiasm, but you are giving the club a bad name. Really, you are, Mark. In fact, we've come known as: not safe."
I sat silently, guiltily, trying to stir the spoon in my coffee.
"Am I banned now?"
"Nah, McFly, I wouldn't ban you. But I'm begging ya, just try the new ones. Play with them. See, Hailey for instance, she's our newest addition; been here for over a week, and I've never seen you even look at her."
Bob stood up and patted my shoulder.
"Do me a favour, will ya? Just try her. I'm sure you'll have lots of fun. You'll be coming back for more just like you did with Jessica."
"Hailey, eh?" I nodded.
And, so, I slumped to Bob's Intercontinental Swing Club's latest model, Hailey 2023. Silently muttering to myself. She was perfect. Far too perfect for me. But I hopped onto her, strapped myself to her — what a bullshit safety feature — and took a couple of steps backward. Shoes tipping over soft rubber tiles, another safety precaution. I rolled my eyes, thinking:
'It's a goddamn swing.'
I craved the element of danger the older models give me, and as I let Hailey 2023 launch me, steadily, and silently; back, and forth, smoothly, I uttered a reluctant:
"Whee."
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30-8-2023, M.A. Tempels ©
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this started out as tags on a post but i realized i should probably just. make my own post at this point.
anyways ohhhg my god dont even TALK to me about a post-prime trio situation. ill start crying. GOOD GOD the betrayal and even if its post 6-2 that they meet again what would there even be to SAYYYY!!!
chewing on the minosgabe especially because like okay. minos was getting through to him before he was assassinated. gabriel knew that the council (and by extension The Father Himself, though he'd never admit it) were being needlessly cruel to the sinners. not just in lust but through all of hell (he was the closest to the ferrymen but knew of the futility of their devotion for example). but i think it scared him to think about everything he's ever known being a lie, not to mention the threat of getting his light and title stripped if he stepped out of line. so to reconcile it, he followed orders and killed minos. maybe he convinced himself (or was convinced) minos was trying to lead him astray or smthn.
gabriel would not only understand minos wanting to shred him, he'd Want him to. the only way gabriel knows how to make things right is someone getting hurt. so it's natural for him to offer an eye for an eye so to speak. and of course minos would want to kick his ass at first (his whole boss fight speech is pretty indicative of this i think). but given time to think with his Judge Brain, he'd realize death is not fitting for what he did. gabriel wants it to be, but that's because the only kind of justice he knows is the kind the church teaches. minos knows it would be infinitely better (and infinitely crueler, in a way) to let him live with himself.
ohhgggg and sisyphus and minos post prime... this really depends on how one sees their relationship while they were alive. BUT. the dynamic of like. these two who have faced actual hell together and were murdered by the same guy only to come back irreversibly altered in every sense of the world. and despite everything it's still the man they fell in love with but theres so much each went through that the other wont know. BUT THE LOVE IS STILL THERE. (havr you noticed a pattern with me about this theme) godddd and then to have them be faced with gabriel.. also changed deeply from who he used to be but who is still the angel who killed them. (IN A SENSE. because he hasnt had as much Time as the other two. and we all know how the church has to be taken out of someone. piece by bloody piece.) to have gabriel There before them understanding what he did was infinitely fucked and understanding if they want to kill him.
and don't even get me STARTED on gabriel and sisyphus post prime. here is this angel who minos tried to change while he was alive. tried to make him see the injustices of heaven. and sisyphus Saw the progression in his thinking on the rare occasions where they did meet. and maybe he started to hope that things could be different because if even the Righteous Hand Of The Father can have doubts in the system then maybe change is possible. but then gabriel kills both of them on the council's orders. and he knows that dogma is buried deeper in his being than either of them can know, let alone change, like that deer that got shot through the rib but lived and ossified the arrow - but they're on the killing end of it, so what does it matter in the end?
i don't know how they'd cross the bridge of trust at first tbh. i don't think minos would even want to look at gabriel. (he trusted him.) and yeah gabriel changed especially post 6-2/council murder but there's only so far that can take him. like i said above i think minos would let/make him live with what he did. i don't think sisyphus would want to take gabriel out as much, esp. if it's post 6-2 since at that point gabriel is just as holy as they are and killing him wouldn't really change anything. he's changed but he's still got a very long way to go yk?
ugh idk i feel like i could draw this better than i can write it. these are just random characters they don't mean anythingg
#ultrakill tag#nobody talk to me or look at me or percieve my existence at all.#this isnt even my toys at this point this is my visions#if it hadnt been so shocking if it hadnt hurt so bad perhaps i couldve moved my shaking hands to hit you back. thats minosgabe betrayalto me
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I love the way you draw fire though! and your colouring is beautiful, I was wondering if there are any tips you could give for colouring?
OMG THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!! ;A;
i'm still figuring out how drawing fire works tho and the feedback i got was super helpfull and got me a step closer to it i think!! during my last 2 drawings i've always had some super helpful feedback about the fire so i feel really blessed about that~
as for the colouring tips, well these are some of the tricks and methods i use;
1- instead of using a darker colour for the shading i just use a more saturated colour, kinda like this;
the added saturation makes the colour appear darker when in reality it's not! think about it like colouring traditionally with colour pencils. when you use a colour pencil the places where you added a lot of pressure look much darker than the places where you added only very little pressure - despite it being one and the same colour! done with the same pencil! the reason it appears darker is because it simply just has more pigment.
that's what we're doing here too, we're making the color appear darker by adding more pigment.
BUT
if we just simply stick with the exact same hue then the colouring would look bright and vivid - but still be horribly boring.
so i play around with the hue too!!
the circle determines the hue you're selecting and the colors you see there are all at 0% darkness but 100% saturation
despite them, technically, being equally light/dark according to the software they still look differently dark
rotate the hue in the direction of blue/purple for the shadows and in the direction for yellow to select the colours for the highlights
blue, purple and red are the best colours to shade white with, for black however it'd stick to blue or else it stops looking like black and starts looking like a very dark colour instead
2- give each colour it's own layer.
that way, if you notice halfway through that the colours you've chosen don't look so good together you can still make adjustements and edit every single colour without losing any of the progress you've done with the shading (note: do all of the shading on the same!!! layer as the base colour tho!!!)
many artists solve this issue by using predetermined colour palettes, that way they're guaranteed that the colours look good toghether but colour palettes save absolutely no time at all (adjusting the colours of a layer takes only a few seconds) and are extremely limiting when colouring so i just don't see any benefit to them
3- USE THE RIGHT BRUSH!!!! your choice of brushes can honestly make or break the colouring. the impact they have should not be underestimated, it's huge. which brush is best for you depends on your artstyle but personally i think brushes that simulate either watercolours or copic markers are the best ones.
if you use a software where it's possible to use custom brushes made by fellow artists then PLEASE do that. most art software comes with awful default brushes, and even for those that come with decent default brushes (such as photoshop) most free custom brushes made by fellow artists are still so much better than the default brushes that they're worlds apart
Clip Studio Paint (the software i use) has an assets "store" where you can download brushes made by fellow users. for other art software i'd recommend checking out deviantart for user made custom brushes if it's a software that existed before the downfall of deviantart. it's a huge goldmine filled with insanely amazing brushes for many different types of software.
personally i use a brush called froggy pencil for the colouring
4- add overlay layers to your art after finishing with the colouring. they can make a drawing really come to live and it's insane just HOW much they add to a drawing. usually i always either use a gradient, a solid colour or a soft airbrushed colour on the overlays and let them do their magic.
to show just how much of a difference overlay layers make; here's a comparision between my most recent drawing - and a version of the same drawing where i removed all overlay layers. see the difference?
...soo uhhh ... that's all the tips and tricks i have up my sleeve lol
hope it helped a bit?
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Biker
Salim took a drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke out slowly. He was leaning against a wall a few feet away from the convenience store entrance-- enough to be a presence but not to intimidate. The others in the gang were a little more conspicuous: revving the engines on their bikes, lounging under the street lamp so anyone drawing close would see them. Salim found the show unnecessary but he came along, anyway.
Across the street was a community building. Salim took Zain there sometimes for swimming lessons. When Salim pulled up with the rest of his gang, he noticed a few cars in the parking lot. Who was in the building at this time of night? All the activities offered were in daylight hours, he was sure.
His unspoken question was answered when the doors opened, releasing about a half-dozen people. Salim studied them hoping for a clue to their purpose in the building. All of them were adults, ranging in age from twenty-something to some who had to be pushing past fifty. They were chatting but were too far away for Salim to hear them. Eventually they all split away from each other, one turning to lock the door.
Now Salim was really curious. Most of them got into cars, but one was heading to the crosswalk. Salim followed that person's progress with growing anticipation. They crossed the street and turned in the direction of the convenience store. Salim could now make out that the person was wearing a black shirt with a snake printed on it and a grey baseball cap. They stepped under the street lamp but their hat made it difficult for Salim to make out the face.
Right on cue, the rest of the gang started revving their engines. Dar called out to the person. The stranger spared Dar little more than a middle finger before going inside the store. Salim was intrigued; he stubbed out his cigarette and followed. He turned toward the candy aisle so he wouldn't be caught, watching the mystery person out of the corner of his eye. They bee-lined straight to the food and grabbed a few things.
“A Red Bull at this time of night?” Salim hadn't meant to say the words out loud. The person turned at his voice and finally, finally Salim got to see their face. It turned out the person was a man-- younger than Salim, with fair skin and dark hair hidden under the cap. He was built on the more slender side but muscular. Handsome, Salim was quick to notice.
“Yep,” the man answered simply. He waved a package of beef jerky in one hand. “It's dinner.” There was a Southern drawl in his voice.
“Bold choice,” Salim remarked, “though not very healthy.” The man raised an eyebrow and took a step forward to sniff the air. Was he smelling Salim?
“You ain't one to talk, Mr. Chimney Stack.”
“My name is Salim,” he corrected automatically.
“Didn't realize we were already getting informal,” the man commented. He brushed past Salim to take a candy bar, too. “So, Salim, you here to measure your dick like your friends out there, or you gonna beat me up for flickin' 'em off?”
“Neither. I was curious what sort of person would give a biker gang the middle finger.”
“Not all of 'em,” the man argued, his eyes flicking briefly to Salim. “Just that one asshole, the one talkin' shit to me.”
“I'm not sure that's much better; he's the leader.” Salim made no effort to hide he was following this time as he walked with the man to the counter. He still hadn't gotten the stranger's name. “Do you like snakes?” he asked. The man looked confused and Salim pointed meaningfully to his shirt.
“How the fuck does a member of a biker gang not know Whitesnake?” the man scoffed.
“I prefer David Bowie.”
“Well who fuckin' doesn't?” the man agreed, smiling. The way his face softened when he smiled made him look younger while still accenting the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. It was charming. “I'm Jason,” he finally supplied.
“Nice to meet you.” Salim shook Jason's hand. “Do you live around here?” he wondered. “I don't think I've seen you around before.”
“Had to take a bus to get here,” Jason explained. He paid for his items and cracked open the Red Bull. “I'm just killin' time until the next bus comes through.”
“What brings you to this part of town?”
“Nothin',” Jason shrugged, dropping his head so the visor of his cap hid his face. “Nothin' special.” Salim sensed a lie but didn't prod it. It really wasn't his business, after all. “I'd better go out and wait for the bus,” Jason spoke up.
“Oh. Yes, of course.” Salim knew his voice sounded heavy with disappointment. He was enjoying Jason's company and didn't want the younger man to go. Jason tilted his head up enough for Salim to see his dark eyes.
“Gimme your cell phone.”
“Okay...” Salim was a little confused why Jason wanted it. The other typed something and handed it back. When Salim checked, he found a new contact.
“In case you wanna talk more about David Bowie,” Jason explained.
“I'm sure I will,” Salim assured him warmly. A faint hint of color lit up Jason's cheeks. He tugged on his cap visor and headed out. Salim watched to make sure the gang didn't bother him, waiting until Jason was out of sight before exiting the store himself.
[Salim, I saw you go in with that American who insulted us,] Dar said. [I hope you set him straight.]
[He got the message,] Salim assured his leader. His fingers brushed against the casing on his cell phone. Jason had certainly gotten a message; just not the one Dar was hoping for.
[this one's been bouncing around in my head for days, y'all. Hope you like it!]
#house of ashes#jason kolchek#salim othman#jason/salim#jalim#jason kolchek x salim othman#jason x salim#modern au
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THE BOY NEXT DOOR
「08. DEVELOP」
『MASTERLIST』 « PREV • NXT »
𐑂 2k+ words
𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door?
𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers
You wiped the sheen of sweat across your forehead after having cleaned the entirety of your apartment. You beamed at your progress and the next thing you found yourself doing was fetching the tub of ice cream you have reserved for this kind of opportunity. No annoying noises and other irritating interruptions. No Atsumu.
You looked around the stark silence of your apartment. He was away for a week now for their team's overseas games. Normally, at this time, he'd be busting some loud music or volleyball game from next door, or he'd be barging in trying to help you around.
You rapidly shook your head. What the hell? What were you thinking? Why were you even thinking of him? A few months go you certainly wished of having this kind of moment back again in your life? You totally wished he'd be gone and find some other apartment he could rent!
Now...Drawing in a deep sigh, you figured that maybe you needed to go iut from some fresh air and grocery shopping. Armed with your proven and tested tote bag, you headed two blocks down all the way to the grocery. You stocked up on your cup noodles since the weather was getting colder each day.
Hmmm....how about you prepare some sushi bake? It had been a long time since you touched your oven.
You stared at the section with fresh salmon all lined-up not knowing which one to pick.
"What are you planning to cook?" Someone asked from behind you and you instantly directed your attention at his direction. You were welcomed with dark lazy eyes and unruly raven hair. This guy....
"You...I think I know you."
"If it's sushi you're doing, better get this one." He responded not giving much attention to your reaction.
"Actually, it's sushi bake." You informed him, confirming if it's still the same part.
"Yes, better get the meaty than the fatty cut." He picked up a pack and placed it carefully inside your cart. "Here, is that enough?"
"It's more than enough. Thank you very much, uh...."
"Kiyoomi Sa-"
"Oh, wait! You're Atsumu's teammate. I remember you now. Thank you so much for this. You're unexpectedly so different from him."
He opened his mouth as if to say something but he just rubbed the back of his neck. "You're welcome."
"See you around," you bowed and gave him a smile. He watched as you walked down the hall. You sure that's all you can remember about me?
With your grocery bags in hand, you returned back home. It felt like youre missing something with your encounter with Atsumu's teammate. Sure, you never thought he'd be that nice. Out of all of them, he looked the most intimidating but come to think of it, he exuded a much calmer aura.
You smiled to yourself, but it certainly felt like you're missing something.
Reaching your apartment, you tried to cook sushi bake only to change your mind when it rained so you took your supply of instant ramen instead. Blowing off the heat from your noodles, you noticed that you bought an excess cup. Your head reflexively turned to look behind you, right at the wall that separated you and Atsumu.
Maybe he can have this.
You shook your head, realizing that you were thinking about him again when you shouldn't! You sighed and decided to sleep early since this was something you couldn't do whenever he's around.
Having turned off the lights, you finally tucked yourself in to sleep when you heard three rhythmic knocks on the wall. Wait...Tsumu?
"Yep, it's me. In case you're wonderin'" He said from the other side as if he was reading your mind. "I got home earlier but I was so damn tired that I ended up sleepim all day."
"So you mean you just woke up right now?"
"Yup."
Silence.
Then, you heard a faint growl.
"Is that your stomach?" You asked in disbelief.
"Geez! Was it that loud?"
"Ahuh...well, I have a cup of ramen here if you want." You offered until you realized. "W-Wait! I didnt mean it like that! I meant it entirely literally. I have a spare cup of-" The doorbell rang before you even finished your statement and you were sure it was Atsumu.
You grabbed the instant ramen sitting atop your table and opened the door.
"I expect no less from you," you said handing him over the cup but not releasing your hold. He stared at you with expectant eyes.
What was this? Were you just gonna hand him the ramen but not invite him inside? He wondered. Your gaze was stuck on his eager eyes. The way he looked at you felt like he was seeing you anew. It was like you had been five years apart. You gulped at the attention. He grinned at you and you weakly let go of the ramen. "Enjoy!" You greeted and closed the door on him.
He rolled his eyes. As expected from you...
Knowing that he's still outside, you contemplated if you should let him in. "Don't tell me you don't know how to heat water." You teased.
"Can I get it through the shower water?" He joked back, placing a palm flat on the surface of your door.
You smiled and gripped on your knob. Would you let him in? Would you? You were about to open the door, but he pulled back.
"It's real late now. Guess, I have to fetch it from the shower." He playfully said. "Thanks for this!"
And you heard his door open and shut.
Were you disappointed? You shook the thought away. Maybe it was all because he was gone for a week. Wait- Then that meant you missed him!
You flopped yourself into your bed. There's no way...
"Good night, Y/N." You heard him said softly from the other side.
"Enjoy eating." A smile automatically surfaced on your face. "Can you please put on earphones while you watch volleyball?"
Atsumu laughed. "Yes, ma'am!"
It has been two weeks since the last incident took place. Atsumu was fixed on the news while (im)patiently waiting for his order at the counter. Breaking the bathhouse serial killer's consecutive murders.
He sighed. Good thing it was all over and done with. Coming face to face with the killer seemed like a movie script for him, but it did occurred in his reality.
He redirected his attention outside the pizza shop. It's already 5:06 pm. You must've signed out already.
Tsumu had actually no idea what he was doing at the pizza place near your office where he could come after you and walk you home. He had no idea, he swore, but his face instantly lit up as soon as he saw you walked pass the street.
He was about to run towards you when he heard your name from one of the dining patrons. It caught his attention. "What if she won't come with us?" One of them asked.
"I'll take care of it. There's no way she can escape."
The hair, the features. She was exactly how you described. Nako!
"Though it's fun to leave her all alone in the office, how can we see her face all lonely right? That pretentious Y/N acts like she doesn’t need anyone. Let's see how much can she take when we drag her with us to the excursion."
"And what'll happen if we drag her?"
"Something fun..." Nako said with a scheme behind her grin. "Plus, Lone-guy's gonna be there too."
Lone guy? Atsumu questioned and he was about to probe further but his name was suddenly called by the waiter, telling him that his pizza was ready. He walked out of the restaurant pondering about what he overheard in there.
There ain't no way he'd be lettin' you in a trap! But he knew very well that when he stuck his nose to your business you'd get more stubborn against his advice.
On the other hand, your head was swimming with thoughts of the same. You haven't made the final decision on whether you'd go or not. The doorbell rang and you were surprised to see Atsumu in this time of the day. You opened the door to him and before you could even ask him about his business, he already made his way inside your room.
"Here I got a pizza." He said, placing the box on your table.
"Okay?"
He sat down on your couch and positioned himself comfortably. "Let's watch a movie!"
"Huh?"
"Free pizza for a movie please."
"Tsumu," you tried to object but...
"Please..." he pleaded and you gave in.
"Fine," you said, setting up your television. "What are we gonna watch?" You asked.
"What's up to yer alley?"
"Oh, this! This!" You excitedly played one of the films you'd been planning to watch. This was still your monthly subscription anyway.
"A crime-thriller film."
"Yeah, I love that genre."
You raised an eyebrow. "That's why yer paranoid all the time."
"Oh, please. Everyone will be paranoid when they have you as their neighbor, Atsumu."
"Woah! Woah...hold up. We all proved that I was in the hospital and the attacks still happened. Hey...I don't know. Maybe, just maybe, yer the killer."
"Ha! And what could be my motive?" You questioned his preposterous accusation.
"I don't know. Maybe you want to reduce your competition because the other single women around overshadow you."
You were taken aback and completely pissed off. What did that mean? I didn't have enough appeal that I have to kill others in order to be noticed?
"I'm not desperate, okay? I'm not like my officemates who get into relationships just to feel beautiful Keven though they don't genuinely love their partners."
"Don't say that to me. Tell that to them."
You were frozen. He was right. It's the truth, but the truth always hurt. Tsumu quickly noticed it. Did his mouth ran too fast again? But he didn't say anything wrong! However, even if he knew he only said what's on his mind, he felt like he did something awful. He never thought this way of other people only to you and you're the weirdest person he'd ever met yet someone he couldn't walk away from.
"Fine, fine. Let's just watch whatever you like." You said, changing the flow.
"How about a volleyball game? Have you watched a volleyball game?"
As expected, "Alright then, here." You handed him the remote. "Go, just watch whatever you want."
"I'll make sure you'd like this one! Unless, you ain't that familiar."
"My best friend's a setter and I always watched her play back then."
"Ha! She's way cooler than you."
You smiled. "I think so too. Eventually one of her siblings plays volleyball also or so I heard from her."
An unlikely soft smile formed on his face. He recalled the time when he would play together with his twin. As much as he indulged himself in the game on the screen, his thoughts wandered to Samu and the good ol days they had as twins. Though he'd love to set for other great players, his favorite partner would be his brother. He was lost in his thoughts when he felt something against his shoulder.
He looked right at you and saw that you had fallen asleep.
Pshh, what kind of person are you fallin’ asleep in this thrillin' match! He couldn't believe you exist!
However, his pout relaxed as soon as he started zooming in on your serene features. From your long lashes to the cute tip of your nose. He chuckled.
What would he do to punish you? Should he draw on your face? Should he wake you up in a horrible manner? Or should he...kiss you? Wait, what?
Kiss her.
He looked around. Where the hell was that comin' from?
His gaze landed upon your lips. His throat felt like dryin’ up so he gulped in response.
Should he really kiss you?
Nah...Not someone who fell asleep on a volleyball game.
Then why was his head insisting on kissing you! He looked away blushing, starting to remember the feel of your lips the first time you kissed. Now,
You murmured in your sleep and he chuckled. Even in your dreams, you must be berating him.
"Fine, fine..." he comfortably rested your head on his shoulder. "I'll let you pick what to watch next time."
𐑂 AN : I’M BACK MI LOVES! Sorry for the delay I had a hard time pulling myself together, I swear. I finished this chapter yesterday but then realized it was too short so I added some scene. I know it wasn’t a string comeback more like a recap of these two’s relationship for you guys. But next chapter will be a blast! To give you a hint the title will be RESCUE! I’m so excited to finally get into it! See ya next week!
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So I'm going to post about an ongoing project of mine even though it's probably a bit premature. I call it the Princess Paper Doll project although it involves a fair number of not princesses. It technically started as the Disney Princess Paper Doll project but it stopped being Disney about ten minutes after I conceived the idea. Anyway, it's gonna be a long one so if you're at all curious it's under the cut.
About a decade ago now (I think) my mom bought a set of Disney Princess paper dolls for my niece. This delighted me, first because I had Disney paper dolls as a kid, and second because of a unique feature of this particular set.
See, in this set, all of the princesses were in the same pose. Like so:
And I immediately thought that was pretty cool because they could all wear each other's clothes. I also thought that because they were all posed the same and they could therefore all wear each other's clothes, it would be fairly easy (for a moderately savvy artist) to copy the base and add other characters to the lineup and even if it took longer to make their outfits, they wouldn't have to be naked in their underwear. The Princess and the Frog being the last movie that Disney had released at the time and my niece being from New Orleans and some of her family being kinda grossly racist I decided to begin with Tiana:
However, the more observant among you may notice, as I did not for a while, that they cannot all wear each other's clothes. Tiana here, along with half of the other princesses, is wearing a wide skirt. So none of them can wear anything designed for Jasmine. Also, the set kind of sucks so Aurora up there can't even keep one of her own dresses on, there are just not enough tabs to defy gravity.
So I started over with a new base and tried again.
I worked on that long enough to get most of the bases for the Disney Princesses done, decided I didn't like the pose, I think, and set it aside.
Time for version 3.
I apparently did not get very far with this one. I only made 4 bases this time (Anna, Ariel, Pocahontas, and Mulan). But I made an entire dress for Anna (her coronation gown) and all of the outfits for Mulan. Then I started drawing clothes for Pocahontas and realized that I'd made a terrible mistake. See, Pocahontas, in the sequel, wears a ballgown and full cage crinolin and they weren't going to get along with that hand on the hip. So time to try again.
Version 4 is where I start gaining some consistency. The model here is mostly what I stick with going forward and I made some pretty good progress.
I did eventually scrap this one too, because I was having trouble navigating some of the skirts on the wide stance as evidenced by Charlotte (I do not profess to be a master artist).
So version 5.
You'll note that aside from Chel they are all only in Kida's underwear and that's because I decided fairly quickly into the clothing process that these ladies were too damn skinny. I'm not actually sure why they got so much skinnier from v4 to v5 but it had to go.
Version 6. Actually, I'm going to skip version 6 entirely here. It is identical to version 7 (the current version) except that I decided their busts were a little too big to accommodate everyone (and even the ones it seemed to accommodate looked better with the adjustment). Luckily this is the point where I started using Illustrator for the lineart so it was fairly easy to make the adjustment on the wealth of clothes I had already finished in v6. Anyway, now I've made most of the bases I have planned and at least one outfit for each (except Rapunzel because there is soooo much detail that after I did the rough sketch I was not prepared to do the clean lines). I started experimenting with how to make the different hairstyles work with Belle and Anastasia (why those two? who knows) so they have all of their hairstyles to go with their bases, and Tiana and Pocahontas have all of their clothes (and almost all Tiana's hair, though I haven't fixed it for actual interchangeability when printed).
These do have tabs, by the way, they're just hidden unless I'm running a test print to make sure they work.
Now, full disclosure I mostly traced their heads from screencaps. I am not sufficiently versed in animated women that I can confidently draw all of those faces. I drew the base and I'm drawing the clothes.
Nothing is shaded partly because I'm not great at shading and partly because I've learned the hard way that it sucks to do all the shading and then make a minor adjustment and have to do it all over again.
Also I say Tiana has most of her hair because I want to include her Wreck-It-Wralph 2 hair (you'll note the outfit is there) but I am shit at drawing hair in general and worse at drawing curly hair (you'll note Merrida) and I can't find any 2d art of her with that hairstyle that I can use either to trace or as reference.
Incidentally, as much as possible I am trying to make each piece separate so the aprons come off of the Duke's and Cal's diner dresses for Tiana, Anna, Ariel, and Aurora are wearing a blouse, skirt and corset, so on and so forth. It allows for a lot more mixing and matching and it creates a more 3d effect that's kind of neat.
The full list, in case you can't recognize everyone or read their name on the base is: Anastasia (Anastasia), Anna (Frozen), Ariel (The Little Mermaid), Aurora (Sleeping Beauty), Belle (Beauty and the Beast), Charlotte (The Princess and the Frog), Chel (The Road to El Dorado), Cinderella (Cinderella), Elsa (Frozen), Esmeralda (The Hunchback of Notre Dame), Giselle (Enchanted), Jane (Tarzan), Jasmine (Aladdin), Kayley (Quest for Camelot), Kidagakash (Atlantis), Marina (Sinbad), Megara (Hercules), Merrida (Brave), Moana (Moana), Mulan (Mulan), Nani (Lilo & Stitch), Odette (The Swan Princess), Pocahontas (Pocahontas), Rapunzel (Tangled), Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs), Thumbelina (Thumbelina), and Tiana (The Princess and the Frog).
I'm planning on adding Amalthea (Last Unicorn) at some point. I also keep waffling about Mirriam and Tzipporah (Prince of Egypt) because they are awesome animated women who deserve to be included but also I am not Jewish and I worry it's disrespectful somehow (although Pocahontas is in there so that ship's kinda sailed, hasn't it?). I'll probably try to add Mirabel (Encanto) eventually. I ought to add Nancy (Enchanted), but that's still a big question mark. In the theoretical grand plan I'm going to do the fellas eventually to, though that may be a bit more complicated. I'm also open to suggestions. However, I'm probably gonna try to get more of these ladies finished before I add to the roster.
By the way, do not come on this post to complain about women's body types in animation. This is for fun. I'm having fun with it. I worked really hard to make this work at all. Just don't.
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Cult of the Lamb has been on my list of games to play for a good while now and since I'm finally just a few bosses away from finishing Hi-Fi Rush I figured I should get some input from a fan before starting a file. got any comments or things I should know before playing?
Oh yeah!
So I put off answering this for a little while because I was on vacation but also my first instinct was to warn you off of buying the switch version due to some performance issues. Once I hit about 20 followers (which is required at some points to progress the game!!) it started to lag terribly; dropped resources would fly all across the screen, follower dialogue was getting swapped, somehow, it would lag and sometimes crash entirely, etc., etc.
But!
The game's since updated, and after a few trial runs it seems that these issues have markedly improved. Doing some preliminary research I almost think that this might be something of a pattern where the devs release an update and it's absolute havoc on the switch for a little while until they're able to fix it. I can't say for sure though. In any case the switch version is working fine now.
(Although I've seen some shader packs people have been using on pc that are really really pretty so yknow. pros and cons. really it's whichever you prefer)
Anyways, cotl is pretty straightforward. Besides decorations the most important "customization" is the doctrines, which are rules and rituals you can unlock and apply to your cult. You're given a choice between two and have to pick only one (the other can be unlocked postgame, which personally I think is kind of a bad move because it takes the point out of the game having multiple save files, the biggest draw for which is picking different doctrines but that's off-topic). Usually you can go either/or depending on your play style-basically how brutal you want to be-but I'd recommend:
Don't pick the Resurrection Ritual! It doesn't take a lot of resources and has almost no downsides. It takes the punch out of your followers dying when you can just zap em back to life anytime. It lowers the stakes, and a big part of the game's fun (especially the early part) is in the struggle to keep your followers happy, obedient, and healthy. It's better to unlock post-game.
Pick Return to the Earth, which unlocks the ability to turn your dead followers into fertilizer. It will get tedious to deal with the bodies. You'll run out of space to bury them and it costs loyalty to cut them up in front of your followers, meaning you'll have to wait until night (it's more annoying than anything).
Pick Tax Collector. Money isn't incredibly important in the game, but one issue I've constantly run into is food insecurity. Harvesting food doesn't always yield seeds, so your supplies aren't going to replenish themselves. You'll have to buy seeds fairly often. It's better to have someone running around collecting extra cash for you.
(^Note for this one, you can unlock a doctrine that removes the penalty for making your followers eat grass, which seems like it'll solve all your food problems, but grass isn't very filling and you do need it as building material too, so that isn't really sustainable in the long run. Also, feeding your followers better food increases loyalty)
These are just some thoughts that I notice are different from the guide I saw online. Moving on from that, some completely miscellaneous tips:
A big part of the game outside of cult-caretaking is going on crusades...which means leaving followers to their own devices. Unfortunately, your followers are useless and cannot do anything to take care of themselves unless you've unlocked enough buildings to make your cult semi-automated (kitchen, outhouse, etc.) Make sure before you leave your loyalty is full or close to it, the place is completely tidy, and no one's hungry.
They're going to dissent anyways. Build prisons asap.
I didn't realize this for the longest time, somehow, but you can gain extra blue hearts each time you perform a sermon. Stacking them up makes crusades a lost easier before you've unlocked all of your permanent red hearts + stronger weapons.
There's a rat follower form hidden behind Ratu's house and a starfish one hidden in Midas' Cave :]
Photosensitivity warning: Sometimes when unlocking things (usually new stages, I think) there'll be this irritating black-and-white colour-shift/flash. Luckily the game has a ton of accessibility settings that you can fiddle with if anything bothers you.
Recently there was a pretty major update (Sins of the Flesh) and it seems like the devs have the intention of continuing to add more free content to the game Stardew Valley-style which I'm really looking forward to! I definitely recommend it if you're thinking of buying.
God's a catboy. It doesn't get better than that.
#sorry for the late response! the thing about me is that I will never respond to anything in a timely manner. that's the fable guarantee👍#asks
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Can I touch your heart? Chapter 3 - Page
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warnings: SG-1 eat breakfast together so food is mentioned, also Daniel eats a power bar
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notes: lol not me saying i was gonna upload these a couple days after the last chapter and then several weeks went by HAHA WHOOPS but heyyy it's here!! :D i learned how to use procreate recently and ended up drawing the middle image for this post, so maybe expect to see more Daniel and Ji-Yu fanart from me? hehehe... i also realized that it might be helpful to put a little mini-dictionary for the Korean terms that i use so i'll def be sure to do that for future chapters as well! ^^ also also uploading this on 7/29/23 so happy crab day, fam!! :D <3
korean terms used:
daenggi - the red ribbon used to tie the end of Ji-Yu's braid
datong-li - the calendar system used in Joseon-era Korea
hanja - the writing system used in ancient Korea before the invention of the hangul alphabet by King Sejong in the latter end of the Joseon Dynasty
One week later, Ji-Yu is adjusting well to life on Earth and at SG Command. The princess decided to take General Hammond’s offer to stay on the base and was assigned a job as a translator and cultural consultant working by Daniel’s side. The General also gave her an order to learn English so she could communicate with the rest of the people on base.
Because the English language lessons for Korean speakers that were readily available on Earth weren't compatible with the now "outdated" way of speaking and writing Korean that was used on Songak, Daniel decided to create custom lessons for Ji-Yu specifically tailored to the way Korean was used on her home planet. Thanks to Daniel’s lessons and his help whenever she got stuck or confused, Ji-Yu has been making swift progress with speaking and comprehending the English language.
Since Ji-Yu had gotten better at English, she had been met with a warm welcome from everybody she met and found herself quickly making friends along the way. Major Carter seemed interested in connecting with Ji-Yu further once they were able to understand each other, and the two were on the path to becoming fast friends. And although Ji-Yu did not see Doctor Fraiser often (which one could consider a positive rather than a negative), she found that the two of them were connecting quite quickly as well.
Ji-Yu also noticed that Teal’c would often offer his advice about residing on Earth from one non-Tau’ri to another whenever the two of them were both involved in the same conversation. Jack was also starting to warm up to Ji-Yu, the fact that most of his skepticism chalked up to being doubtful of Daniel’s actions becoming more and more apparent each day.
As for her job as a translator, Ji-Yu had yet to start any tasks related to her new job until she had a stronger hold of English, as per the guidance of General Hammond.
Daniel and Sam approach Ji-Yu’s quarters on Thursday morning, chatting about how their projects are going until Daniel knocks on the door. Sam couldn’t help but notice the subtle shift in the archeologist’s energy as he adjusts his posture as a subtle glimmer glows behind his eyes.
“Yes?” the princess calls from inside. Daniel opens the door and sees Ji-Yu sitting on her bed, her long, dark hair hanging by the sides of her face and her red daenggi in her hands. His breath hitches in his throat when he sees her with her hair down for the first time; the light from the lamp behind her shines through her silk-like hair and reveals an almost flame red tint to her otherwise dark, carob hair. The warm glow framing her face illuminates her round face and soft features in a delicate light. Daniel’s words catch in his throat and Sam smiles to herself before stepping forward and speaking in his stead.
“We’re headed to the mess hall, you wanna come?” Sam offers with a smile.
“Oh! Yes, sure,” Ji-Yu says, her eyes curving into crescent moons as she smiles back. “I was about to do my hair, I just need one minute.” Sam nods and glances over at Daniel who has since regained his composure and he silently meets her eyes. The Major hangs her head as she suppresses a laugh, her eyes drifting towards Ji-Yu as she braids her hair over her shoulder. Tying a knot with the daenggi, she tosses her braid over her shoulder so it hangs over her back. Ji-Yu stands up with a smile, smoothing out her clothes before approaching her new friends. She’s wearing the blue BDU set today which Daniel is wearing as well, while Sam has the green set on instead. Sam and Daniel head out of her room and Ji-Yu follows, closing the door to her quarters behind her.
“So, how are your English studies going?” Sam asks as the three of them head to the mess hall.
“Good! It’s.. a little hard.. but good,” Ji-Yu says with a smile. “How is your project going?”
“Fine so far. I just have to work out some schematics for the final version of the device and then it should be all set,” Sam says with a small smile. “It’s actually really interesting stuff because-” Sam begins to explain the logistics to Ji-Yu and starts using words that she hasn’t gotten anywhere near yet in her studies. Ji-Yu smiles nonetheless, interested in hearing Sam talk so passionately about her area of expertise but Daniel speaks up, noticing the confusion and complete lack of comprehension in Ji-Yu’s eyes as Sam’s vocabulary gets more and more complex as she goes on.
“Sam, I don’t think she knows any of those words yet,” Daniel says gently. Sam stops mid sentence and shoots Ji-Yu an apologetic look.
“Sorry,” she grimaces and Ji-Yu quickly shakes her head.
“It’s okay! I like hearing what you have to say,” Ji-Yu says with a warm gummy smile. “Even if I don’t understand it.” Sam chuckles at this and looks down. The three of them arrive at the mess hall and pick out their breakfasts before sitting down at an empty table. They chat amongst themselves between bites for a few moments before Colonel O’Neill and Teal’c approach them.
“Howdy, campers,” Jack says, sitting in the empty chair next to Sam. “How are we all doing on this fine Thursday morning?” Teal’c smiles just slightly at this as he sits in the empty chair on the other side of the table. Ji-Yu, Sam, and Daniel all answer at once, each of them at varying stages of chewing, swallowing, or picking up more food with their utensils. Jack nods slightly in response before digging into his food.
Daniel’s napkin falls off of the table and both he and Ji-Yu notice this, simultaneously leaning down to pick it up off of the floor. Their hands touch and they both freeze, Ji-Yu’s cheeks flushing pink as she quickly retracts her hand. Daniel picks up his napkin and quietly thanks her before clearing his throat and taking a sip of his water.
Jack asks Sam about how her project is going and she starts to go into detail about her progress, but she quickly loses the Colonel’s interest about two words in. Ji-Yu watches Sam intently, trying to make mental notes of the words she’s saying so she can look up what they mean later on.
Eventually, the five of them finish eating and return their trays before heading their separate ways. On their way out of the mess hall, Daniel offers for Ji-Yu to study in his lab while he works on some other translations which she gladly accepts. The two stop by her quarters momentarily to retrieve her notebooks before heading over to his lab where they spend most of their day together.
Sometime in the middle of the afternoon, Daniel is getting more and more frustrated with a particular section of the text he’s translating. Shoving his glasses on top of his head, he sighs and leans back in his chair. Ji-Yu glances up from her notes and immediately notices a shift in his energy. Quietly standing up, she approaches him and asks him what’s wrong.
“It’s just this section of the text,” he says, tracing over the section with his pen without transferring ink to the paper. “If my previous translations are correct, this section would completely contradict the parts I translated earlier.” Curious, Ji-Yu compares the two sections and his translation notes. Her eyes scan the translations for a moment before she points to a certain section of the text.
“I see this as meaning ‘to reveal’, not ‘to release’,” she says softly, pointing to the two different sections. Daniel’s brows furrow as he leans forward, his eyes darting between the two sections she noticed.
“You’re right,” he realizes, pulling the other notebook closer and quickly jotting it down in his notes. Ji-Yu steps back slightly with a small smile as he hastily corrects his notes. Her eyes scan over his features as his expression shifts from realization to wonder to more realizations as the translation clicks together in his mind like pieces of a puzzle. A warm feeling spreads through her chest as she watches him work with such fervor. Before she can step away, he looks up at her with a grateful smile.
“Thank you,” he says and she smiles back, setting her hand on his shoulder before returning to her studies.
The pair quickly find that most of their days when Daniel is on the base would go like this: Ji-Yu studies English which she gets better at each day; Daniel steps in to assist her when she gets stuck and she does the same for him with his own translations; and Daniel, Ji-Yu, and at least one other member of SG-1 come together for their meals and they all get to know each other more and more every time. SG-1 also goes off-world a few times and Ji-Yu would see them off every time. Daniel and Sam bring back several artifacts and pieces of alien technology to study when they would return, as well. Additionally, as Ji-Yu’s English speaking abilities expand, she finds she’s able to assist Daniel in translating languages such as Ancient and Goa’uld, something that she wasn’t able to do in the recent past.
It’s a couple of weeks later when SG-1 wander into the control room and see Ji-Yu standing behind the gate technician, pointing to something on his computer screen. He nods at something she says before she points at something else, asking an additional question. Daniel looks pleasantly surprised to see her there, Sam and Teal’c as well, while Jack just looks slightly confused.
“Ji-Yu, what are you doing here?” Daniel asks as he approaches her. She looks up at him and smiles a little before standing up straight.
“Walter is showing me how the gate system works,” she says, her sense of wonder audible in her tone. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” She presses her palms to the desk and points out something else she noticed, which Walter explains to her as well. Daniel turns back to the rest of SG-1, his surprise visible in his expression. The corners of Sam’s lips curve up as Jack shares an equally surprised expression with Daniel. The Colonel steps closer to Daniel, leaning in to quietly speak to him.
“Sounds like she’s settling in just fine,” Jack says to him, giving him a pat on the shoulder. Daniel silently looks at the Colonel as he takes in the fact that his unvoiced concerns about Ji-Yu were apparently noticeable to others, something that he thought he had kept a little more well hidden than he did (or that he didn’t even realize he was thinking at all). He doesn’t say anything as Jack heads into the General’s office just to go bother him while there’s no base emergency.
Daniel’s gaze falls on Ji-Yu as she animatedly discusses the gate program with Walter who is slowly starting to reflect her vibrant energy despite his typically reserved demeanor. He can’t help but notice how her expression lights up when she begins to understand something and how she seems to be able to make anyone smile. He gets lost watching her make Walter laugh, something he isn’t sure he’s ever seen the technician do before, at least while he’s on the base. She beams as she stands up straight, thanking Walter for his help. Walter says “You’re welcome” with a laugh before returning to his work on the gate computer. Ji-Yu approaches Daniel with a smile, shaking him out of his daze.
“Hey,” she says softly, crossing her arms and giving him a little nudge with her elbow. He smiles at this and looks down.
“You guys are going off-world pretty soon, right?” she asks, glancing over at Sam and Teal’c who are standing nearby.
“Yup, to P3C-1228,” Jack answers as he leaves General Hammond’s office, followed by the General himself.
“Hey, that’s my birthday!” Ji-Yu says with a smile. Daniel’s ears perk up hearing this, while Sam looks pleasantly surprised and Teal’c tilts his head slightly.
“I converted my birthday from the Datong-Li calendar to the Gregorian calendar and I figured out my birthday falls on December 28th,” Ji-Yu explains. Sam smiles at this and looks at the Colonel, who looks somewhat surprised.
“So, I guess that’d make you a Capricorn,” Jack offers, and Ji-Yu���s brows furrow in confusion.
“Capricorn?” she repeats, her Korean accent sounding particularly noticeable with this word. Before Jack can explain what that means, General Hammond speaks up.
“SG-1, why don’t you get ready to go off-world while you’ve got some extra time?” he suggests. Jack looks irked that he doesn’t get to explain what a Capricorn is to Ji-Yu but leaves the room once Sam and Teal’c start to head out. Daniel goes to leave with them before turning to Ji-Yu.
“Oh, um, I left you some artifacts in the lab that you can study while we’re gone. If you want to,” he says, quickly adding his concern about pressuring her to do something she doesn't want to do. She smiles at this and nods, the warmth in her features disarming his worries.
“Thank you, Daniel,” she says softly. He smiles back before remembering he has to go get ready for his mission, turning on his heel and heading out of the room. Ji-Yu smiles to herself, not noticing when Siler enters the control room and approaches her.
“Ji-Yu, the MALP is back,” he says and she snaps out of her daze.
“Oh, cool,” she says with a bright smile. Her eyes meet General Hammond’s and she smiles at him, bowing slightly before following the Sergeant into the gate room. When the MALP was being sent out to P3C-1228 to survey the area before SG-1’s mission later that day, Ji-Yu had asked Siler if he could show her how to use it and how it works when it came back, which he agreed to do so. About twenty minutes go by as Ji-Yu asks Siler questions about the MALP until SG-1 arrive in their off-world gear. Almost unconsciously, Daniel and Ji-Yu’s eyes search for each other as he enters the room and Daniel can’t help but notice the bright smile on her face as their eyes meet. She thanks Siler before approaching the team, her smile not leaving her face as she nears them.
“Hi,” she says with a bright smile, stopping in front of Daniel.
“Hey,” he says softly, a smile beginning to spread across his lips. Ji-Yu does not miss the downward flicker of his gaze towards her lips.
“How long will you guys be gone?” she asks, glancing at the rest of the team.
“It’s hard to say, it depends on what we find and if there’s any local civilization or not,” Daniel says, briefly rocking back and forth on his heels. He crosses his arms and Ji-Yu does the same, causing him to break into a smile.
“I’ll be looking forward to your return, Doctor,” she says with an affirming nod. Daniel’s cheeks turn pink but he can’t take his eyes off of her as she grins a gummy smile. The base alarms go off as the Stargate activates, lighting up the room with a pale blue glow. His eyes don’t leave her visage and she starts to look a little shy under his gaze, biting her lower lip as she looks out the corner of her eye to avoid his gaze.
“Daniel!” Colonel O’Neill shouts from the ramp in front of the gate, effectively shaking the archeologist from his trance. He looks past Ji-Yu and sees Jack looking indigent, holding his arms out in exasperation. Sam is standing next to him and has a poorly repressed smile on her face, while Teal’c raises an eyebrow and has an inquisitive look in his eyes. Daniel clears his throat and his eyes meet Ji-Yu’s once more.
“Right. I- Um..” Daniel mumbles, looking at her one last time before joining the rest of SG-1.
“Come back safely or I’ll kill you!” Ji-Yu calls as they near the gate. Daniel cracks a smile at this and looks back at her, raising his hand and giving her a wave before stepping through the gate. Ji-Yu smiles as she waves back until the four disappear through the gate. She sighs as the gate deactivates, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she heads to Daniel’s lab for the time being.
It’s about four hours later when Daniel is reaching into his black vest pocket to pull out a power bar and a folded piece of paper falls out, landing in the dirt by his feet. Confused, he bends down to pick it up and his brows furrow as he unfolds it. The words ‘Hi. Just practicing writing English. Have a good day!’ are written in slightly messy handwriting with 智裕 (Ji-Yu in hanja) and a smiley face in the bottom right corner. His previously tense expression melts into a warm smile as he lets out a chuckle, turning it over to check the other side before folding it back up and sliding it back into his pocket.
“Whatcha smiling at?” Jack asks from behind him. Daniel bites his lip to hide his smile and looks down.
“Oh, nothing,” he says, using both of his hands to tear open his power bar. Jack shoots a dubious glance at him before turning on his heel and going to see what Major Carter is doing. Once Jack is gone, Daniel lets his smile return as he thinks about Ji-Yu waiting for him back on the base. Suddenly, he’s itching to go home and see her once more. He comes out of his reverie when Colonel O’Neill calls his name but his thoughts of the princess never leave his mind for the rest of the journey off-world.
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