#sketchy concept thing

[a-flappy-bat]

Love your artstyle, dude!

Maybe a tired Casper, alone in his office? Maybe about to go a bit "off the walls" with Hedron affecting him?

“I’ve been shown so much.”

Not sure if this is what you had in mind but here’s some Hedron affected Darling.

#casper darling #Dr. darling #my asks #my art #sketchy concept thing #remedy control #control (2019) #might add base color to this later #this angle was a pain XD but good practice #also thank you dude!

[star-burnt]

#sketchy #monster art #leon coyot #original characters #humaniods #or something #the top thing is an alien concept

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

i havent slept in over 24 hours bc of finals week so idk if this will make sense but

canon!steddie meeting modern!steddie

okay lemme explain

like. steve and/or eddie experiencing dimensional time shenanigans and ending up in a version of the modern day where there's modern versions of them and everyone they know

i just think the possibilities are very funny and cute and interesting like

80s!steddie x modern!steddie double dates, double the steddie for the price of one

modern!steve speedrunning 80s!steve's sexuality crisis bc he figured out he was bi years ago thanks to the internet, dustin's incessant research habit, and modern!robin's support (i need you to know modern robin has an undercut, it's not relevant to any plot ideas herein but it's important to me <3)

modern!eddie introducing 80s!eddie to more recent metal/rock (80s!eddie would go crazy for system of a down this is fact) + 80s!eddie's whole fashion and aesthetic driving modern!eddie nuts bc 'holy shit you're genuine vintage dude' lmao

the way i would i kill to see 80s!eddie or 80s!steve react to a smart phone (except modern!steve can't laugh because the walkman 80s!eddie has on him eludes him just as badly lol)

can you imagine 80s!steve reacting to like. WAP. or doja cat. pls it would be so funny. doubly so because he'd probably come to eventually like that genre of pop but my god his poor scandalized 1980s sensibilties

the possibilities for modern!steve's fashion are so funny bc 80s prep is so distinct from modern prep fashion, like i know in my heart modern!steve had a fuckboi phase in high school where he at least very much looked like one i know he did asffjsksk

also pre-relationship shenanigans that are absolutely ridiculous bc how tf you gonna be jealous of yourself from another dimension/time period?? 80s!eddie doesn't know but he sure is feeling some typa way about how friendly his steve is getting with eddie's doppelganger

meanwhile 80s!steve thinks modern!steve is so much cooler and has hit shit together so much better than he does (he very much does not, the modern era simply has better support systems for students who struggled to get into college + therapy is more readily available, rest assured modern!steve is just as big of a dingus), of course his eddie would wanna spend more time talking with the better steve

anyway i need steddie and i need funny time shenanigans. might fuck around and draw these idiots interacting. after i take a 3 day nap ofc.

#steddie #steddie au #modern steddie #modern stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #this was mostly just wors vomit but i needed to get it out before the idea escaped me #sketchy speaks #draw later #write later #would also be a fun fic concept #love different versions on the same person meeting its so fun and existential #Found You (Side-Ways) by Pondermoniums on ao3 is a really good hg fic that has a similar concept and starts right after s3 into s4 #its not steddie but eddie is in it later on and you know that mf uses garage band lol

[ittybittybumblebee]

I have such a deep love for concept art

#oughhhhh its abt the freedom of expressing ideas trying new things seeing what sticks #concept art is artists playground #brainstorm phase #sketchy scribbling just getting ideas OUT THERE

[beeapocalypse]

AH i havent talked abt the frontierists here have i. very secretive sect of alamanni humans looking into Dreamed Realities (pocket realities born by dreams- the purposeful creation of them by eldritch deities Is possible but is also considered way blasphemous. near every dreamed reality by alamanni folk is born of essentially the most advanced form of maladaptive daydreaming possible and is unintentional. way hard to discern between them and real vivid Normal dreams). humanitys predecessors (taught the secret of intentionally dreaming up new lands by a select few eldritch beasties seeking refuge from the rest) sought refuge in a dreamed reality to get away from both the incessant typically deadly curiosity of the vast majority of eldritch deities and their incredibly shit living situation (forced into subterranean living bc of the whole corpse of the existence dragon and all of its curious parasites hanging up in the sky staring down at them, resources running low over the years with them unable to leave for more bc of the venettes- already sentient animals transformed into more human shapes by the eldritch in an attempt to get closer to that hidden race) and their shed mortal bodies upon successful exodus became the first humans so theyve got this tiny innate knack for intentional exploration that other alamanni folk dont. through the gathering of just abt every bit of still surviving texts on dreamed realities (WAY sparse, both thru the passage of time + the fact that those first eldritch deities desperate enough to part with such secrets were long killed by their more pious fellows), the frontierists understand the mechanics of it all Just enough to be able to deliberately enter and explore this 'final frontier' which they seek to put to page and Conquer

#^ the rare alamanni lore post . did not realize how much of a wall of text it was LOL #theyre colonialists treading through ppls dreamed realities born of maladaptive coping seeking to stake claim and find Purpose (ie-- #--resources) in this new unclaimed frontier. there is also some stuff there w when humanitys predecessors ascended they permanently and-- #--irrevocably jacked up Something in the function of dreamed realities. they can still be created and even traveled through but if the-- #--frontierists follow in their footsteps theyre going to mess it up just a little bit more. the ouroboros managing to swallow-- #--just a few centimeters more of its own tail. an imperfect cycle which WILL end just as the existence dragons death + rebirth will as well #they hang out in an ancient venette fort in the middle of a ploilan forest and have a small army of servants to attend to their every-- #--need sleeping and waking. by keeping as much of their mind in the dream as possible even while awake they can still-- #--maintain a VERY tenuous connection with the rest of their research party so the servants do as much as possible for them. bathe them-- #--feed them carry them to and fro so on and so forth. the servants wear velvet slippers and communicate solely in sign to be as unobtrusive #--as possible. they fight over who gets to go out to the nearest town for supply runs even tho that entails dragging them back thru-- #--THE most sketchy forest trail in existence #had to go on about some tangentially related stuff to really get into them. the main Thing that happens to them is that a sole-- #--frontierist discovers the truth of thules deceit + mindlessness in one (thru glimpsing toyoshis dreams. though its a mindless-- #--reptilian dragon it is an ANCIENT one and constantly dreams of thule + all that) AND the truth of their predecessors (idk how yet lol)-- #--and is left with the knowledge that they were simply left behind. they serve no greater power in their attempted (intellectual) conquest- #--of the dream-ed frontier. they fulfill no greater role. they are alone and unattended (EXCEPT for the venettes. humans and them have-- #--existed so closely intertwined since their very conception but this sense of superiority over their slight innate ability to travel the-- #--dream-ed frontier caused them to reject that eternal companionship) #<-- thinking abt making it so there is no Real advantage that humanity has over venettes and that is an entirely unfounded belief-- #--made to give the frontierists a sense of superiority + unity amongst only themselves. that works better w the themes #alamanni info #<-- NEW TAG. if im going to do this instead of type stuff out in docs i want to be able to find these posts again lol

[banghwa]

Thanks for answering! Kpop stans seem very lame if that's the case. I think that Taemin and Jimin have great affection and respect for each other, but people who don't even know them (and most likely don't even speak their native language) feel entitled enough to comment on how idols should interact/feel about each other? Folks these days... Also, is SM a company that allows more self-expression and novelty, as opposed to Hybe? I do think that Jimin can pull off the darkness and seduction and anger and longing in Taemin's work EASILY, but has he indicated that he wants to go in that direction?

they rly do!!! even if they havent spent time together in a while like taemin said i think its so nice that it seems to be a friendship they could fall right back into like no time has passed :')) its a shame so many ppl have this entitlement abt how their act and what exactly it must mean is ridiculous 🙄 ppl who make those threads abt how idols secretly hate each other are the exact same as those who write essays abt how other idols are secretly fucking its all dumb as hell.

as for sm, they definitely are a company thats more ig experimental with the concepts they promote w their idols, like u have nct's whole noise pop thing, shinee has always been a more experimental group, etc. their groups tend to put out more ig innovative stuff than hybe or yg... though ofc like any other agency they arent perfect when it comes to their artists' autonomy, like key had to rly fight to be able to do the concepts he wanted for his solos for example. but i think working with another agency, esp one like sm in some sort of collab could be rly good opportunity for jimin to explore that more innovative side of kpop! not everything taemin does is necessarily dark and brooding but it is all incredibly thoughtful and curated and interesting. n i think its rly clear with face and his other work so far that jimin does have a desire to say things with his music, to put things out that are vulnerable and subversive. so i think working in a space where that kind of creativity is allowed but also expected is would be a great way of exploring the themes that face didnt have the chance to cover !

#i have to be honest.....sometimes i fantasize abt what things would have been like if bts were in a more competent agency like sm :/ #like sm SUCKS no doubt theyre sketchy n their contracts are awful #BUT.....they would have given jimin that full visual concept... n they would have actually promoted jitb 🤪 #💌 #anonymous

[cosmicheartz]

Shit sucks man I just wanna art and I can’t

Also not rlly happy with my artstyle and idk what to do

#like the last real art thing I did was Freyas Pokémon team #everything else has been quick sketchy concepts that I end up scrapping and it sucks #cosmic chatz #cosmic rantz

[bijoumikhawal]

re: them tags, it'd probably be interesting to do a break down of the Coding of Cardassians (especially as a mishmash case) but I don't have the bandwidth

#cipher talk #Focusing on Alpha Canon because Beta Canon goes in a lot of different directions to my understanding #But further on my point on that post: the only Cardassian that actually fits the standards of Jewish coding is Garak who is a Freak #He's effeminate he's a tailor he lies he's an exile with loyalty to another state etc. This is part of why I don't think Hebitians = Jewish #Every other Cardassian man is incredibly macho and most of them are affiliated with the military #Which was a very good choice because it strongly seperates them from antisemitic stereotypes #And is also why seeing that ask directed to RHW annoyed me so much #Another thing is that like. This is a harmful stereotype because of its context and Cardassians don't fit that context #They don't secretly control things. Ay best you could argue the deep cover agents thing is sketchy but it's a one and done episode concept #And the general trope of advanced scifi surgery to go undercover as aliens is used throughout Trek way more often. We have human #Heroic characters do it quite a few times

[montrosepretty]

Finals start tomorrow augh augh

#daily drawing #very sketchy. but my mom finished ep 66 today and I could overhear tbe whole thing and I’m insane again #this is more like. maybe I would go back and use this as a concept for a fuller drawing.. who knows

[sattarehi]

I do not agree with Nikki Haley on many, many things. But I am appreciative of her refusal to bow down to Trump.

See, in my mind, this cycle has some weird stuff. If Haley won the primary, I genuinely think the general election would be extremely close. However, if Trump wins, it basically depends on whether or not Democrats show up to vote for Biden (PLEASE FUCKING VOTE DON'T BE AN IDIOT).

But, what Haley is doing right now, by continuing to campaign, is chipping away at Trump's marketability to those extremely important swing voters. Not everyone who votes for Haley will be in that group; probably a lot of them are pro-Haley but will prefer Trump over Biden. But a sizeable portion of the Haley voters will be never-Trumper Republicans. And they will either not vote or vote for Biden, which is almost equivalent considering they vote GOP.

Furthermore, and this is really the whole point of this post, as she continues to campaign, she continues to undermine Trump to those essential voters. The more centrist GOP voters we can get to be anti-Trump, the better off this election will go.

#incoherent ranting #politics #i once had someone say that bush was worse than trump and i still want to strangle him #bush did some MASSIVELY fucked up things #but the political landscape was fundamentally different #and bush also DIDN'T FUCKING UNDERMINE THE BASIS OF DEMOCRACY #LIKE IF YOU DONT RECOGNIZE HOW FUCKED UP THAT IS #YOU DON'T GET TO TALK ABOUT WHO IS WORSE #yes the 2000 election was fucked and sketchy #but Bush never campaigned on the concept of MY ELECTION WAS STOLEN FROM ME

[thenerdyindividual]

Anyone who is interested in Eldritch Horror as a genre needs to watch Burrow’s End. Aabria is giving us a master class in what makes Eldritch Horror so scary. It’s not just that there’s a big scary monster that has the wrong number of limbs or eyes (although we are getting that in the form of the hazmat suits), nor is it the wrongness of the effects of the creatures (which we get in the parasitic chipmunks), it’s how much bigger everything is than the stoats.

It’s the concept of witnessing something so much above and beyond your comprehension that you can’t describe it. It’s trying to explain what that thing is when you don’t have the vocabulary, and how strange things become when you have to dumb down what you saw so others can understand. Having to say things like “non-bear” and “blue sun”. It’s trying to explain what reading is when there’s no concept of a written language with letters. How unsettling things are when you can’t understand.

We even get the root of Eldritch Madness in Thorn. He seems strange, sketchy, and even unstable to his family, not because he’s actually “mad” but because he witnessed something incomprehensible. He understands something fundamental about the world that no one else can grasp unless they’ve also witnessed it.

Everything about this, even the pieces of the puzzle that the audience can put together with their own experiences, is made unsettling and strange.

#dimension 20 #burrows end #burrow’s end #d20 #d20 burrow's end #dimension 20 burrows end #thorn vale #aabria iyengar #aabria my beloved #also when they were trying to read all I could think was ‘roll for reverse read’ #us WBN fans know lmao

[silkscreaming]

[ID: Trigun fanart of a Pushing Daisies AU. Vash and Knives are shown in a cafe, both wearing aprons. Vash is smiling at Wolfwood as he prepares a strawberry pie, and Knives scowls at Vash while holding a covered box which flies are buzzing over. Over them is the cursive text "Love and Pies." In the background, Wolfwood is staring at Vash with a lovestruck expression, and Kuroneko is sleeping on a diner chair. End ID]

there once were two pie makers who shared a gift: a touch that brought the dead to life.

the facts were these:

-the twins share the power. they discovered it as kids when Rem died suddenly, and learned its limits when vash hugged her goodnight. he blames himself, and doesn't like toying with the power.

-nai got involved in some unsavory business trying to find clues after their sister tessla went missing.

-enter wolfwood: a man with ties to the organization that has to do with tessla's disappearance. except: he's dead.

-nai brings wolfwood back to question him right as vash walks in to the wake. nai is unable to kill wolfwood again within the 60sec time limit. (he also has extremely foggy memory of his death and the events leading up to it)

-vash is a slight exception to the rule: he can give his own life force to bend the cost rule. nai loses the minute holding vash back from giving his entire life to keep wolfwood alive and spare the cost of someone else's life.

bonus things that didn't fit in my twt thread:

-nai is in touch with milly and meryl's detective agency to keep a tab on any clues. they are frequent customers at the pie shop.

-vash brought kuroneko back to life when they were kids. she immediately chomped on his finger. vash freaked out thinking she would die again but black cats have 9 lives and are also exceptions to the rule because i think its funny.

-like canon, vash can be pretty reckless when it comes to helping people and avoiding deaths. running into burning buildings and pushing people out of the way from cars running lights.

-wolfwood wears his sunglasses to hide his identity. it is extremely hilariously not effective.

-vash still has a prosthetic arm. wolfwood can hold One hand.

also here is the first sketch i drew of this concept way back in april where i simply had not figured out how to draw these two yet lol

[ID: Slightly sketchy Trigun fanart of Vash and Knives from the same AU, shown walking past each other against a light pink background. Vash smiles as he looks at a strawberry which is surrounded by sparkles, and Knives is scowling while carrying the box flies are buzzing over. End ID]

#trigun #stef draws trigun #vashwood #love and pies au #pushing daisies au!!!!!!! #ty princess-of-purple-prose for image id!

[livlaughloveluke]

𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 ! - 𝐥.𝐜 🫧

daughter of aphrodite! reader x luke castellan 💘

summary- luke would carry the world on his shoulders for the approval of your mother

warnings- like two cuss words, feminine reader, one slight reference to sex (lukes a virgin lolol), not proofread (yet)

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You had always been the favorite of your mother, Aphrodite. With the way she frequently delivered extravagant gifts, ranging from beauty supplies to carefully crafted swords, it was clear you were granted special treatment from the typically vain goddess. Others grew envious of your glorious relationship, watching from afar as you had yet another conversation with her. 

The unfortunate truth was that you worked your ass off to receive a fraction of affection from your mother. Waking up at the crack of dawn to get ready, biting your tongue as others gossiped about you, and training hours per day were just some of the cruel circumstances you had to endure in order to keep up your facade. Everything about you had to be seemingly perfect, which is hard to maintain when living in such harsh conditions.

Your ethereal beauty and charming personality gained the attention of many, making Aphrodite proud. However, no matter how many demigods asked you out, they were all politely declined. This wasn’t a personal choice, but instead one forcefully implemented by your mom. 

Every camper knew of the strange rule the goddess had set for you. Not one soul would be allowed to take you on a date without her approval. Unfortunately for you, she was extremely strict and harsh when choosing. It was odd that the ruler of love would prevent her dearest kin from experiencing the joys of having a partner, but the gods did little with rationality.

During your weekly prayer one evening, you found yourself pondering why Aphrodite seemed to reject all suitors. Seeking answers, you broached the subject with her. In response, Aphrodite professed a desire for nothing but the best for you, her words punctuated by the subtle shifts in her mood. Intrigued by her cryptic response, you couldn't help but remain curious, uncertain whether she spoke the truth or spun another detailed tale.

Among the crowd of diligent campers who showered you with attention, there remained one who truly stood out. Luke Castellan, the offspring of Hermes, had harbored a profound admiration for you from the moment of your arrival. While others were fixated solely on your captivating exterior, he found himself drawn to the depths of your enchanting personality. Your passionate expression for the things that ignited your soul—be it delving into the mysteries of ancient artworks or nurturing the vibrant flower fields—held him spellbound.

One day, the immense ache in his lovelorn heart became too agonizing to bear. As the sun awoke from its slumber and you elegantly devoured a ripe pear, he asked you to follow him into the lush forest. Despite the slightly sketchy request, you obliged, trusting Luke with your whole heart.

"I hate to sound blunt, but why are we here again?" You queried, batting away pesky flies and dodging branches that lunged out intrusively.

"I'm determined to take you out," he proclaimed, his voice brimming with confidence, but you couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt creep in as you cringed with uncertainty.

“Luke, you know how my mom feels-“ 

“Yeah, I know how your mom feels. But how do you feel?” He blurted, his coffee brown eyes staring deep into yours, and for a moment, you saw the deepest part of him that was hidden from the rest of the world. 

“What’d mean?” You questioned him, trying to wrap your head around his statement, like it was a foreign concept for someone to ask how you perceived the situation.

“Do you wanna go out with me?” Luke whispered.

“I’d love to, but she-“ His response was accompanied by a light shake of his head, his voice gaining intensity as he delivered his next sentence with austerity.

“Tell me the truth. If Aphrodite wasn’t your mother, would you date me?”

Silence flooded the woods; it seemed even the birds stopped singing to hear your much-awaited response. 

“Yes, I would.” You said it honestly, twiddling with your hands out of nervousness for your mother’s reaction.

“Okay then. I have a plan; don’t worry.” Luke interlocked your fingers, gently dragging you back to the pavilion with a grin plastered across his face.

As the day unfolded in its familiar rhythm, there was an intriguing twist: you found yourself stealing glances at Luke more frequently, your fondness for him blossoming rapidly. Anticipation brewed as you prayed for the success of whatever scheme Luke had concocted. Yet, the nagging suspicion of your mom’s disapproval gnawed at you, even if Luke was nicknamed the camp's "golden boy."

As dusk approached and dinner was served, the absence of Luke grasped your attention. The atmosphere lacked the presence of a couple other different Hermes offspring, too; the usual crowd at the wooden picnic tables was now missing. Brushing aside budding concerns, you settled beside your siblings, concealing any anxieties that threatened your composure.

You would have thought Hades took a visit to Cabin 11 with the way everyone was scrambling around. Dozens of clothes littered the floor, the room looking as if a freight train plowed through. Luke was in the center of the mess, eyebrows furrowed as he carefully examined his outfit options.

“A suit is definitely too much, right? I mean, I think it would be weird to go completely dressed out.” He started, with Chris standing next to him as they both pondered.

“Yeah, yeah. Ditch the suit.” His friend replied, tossing the crisp attire back into the closet. 

“So do I wear the camp shirt or something else?” Luke interrogated the rest of the children.

“Camp shirt.” Chris said, but another older female camper chimed in.

“Obviously not. It’s a disgusting neon orange.” She declared, rolling her eyes.

“I think it makes him look devoted to the camp.” Chris defended.

“Oh please, it washes him out. Try this navy blue top.” The Hermes girl tossed a crinkled polo at him, turning away as he slipped the shirt on.

Luke looked in the mirror, pleased with his choice. All of his peers stared at him in judgment before coming to the conclusion that the deep blue suited him.

“Told you. Now hurry up. You can’t miss dinner.” She uttered, shooing him out of the packed cabin. 

All eyes were focused on him as he walked to supper since he was out of the appropriate attire. He snagged his dinner, rushing to sit next to you. 

“Cute shirt. A little late though; dinner's almost over.” You complimented, and the rest of your fashion-inclined siblings nodded in agreement. Luke felt his cheeks flush from your words and because of the overwhelming stares provided by campers.

“Thank you. I’m not really hungry anyway." He responded, which wasn’t a complete lie. His stomach was doing cartwheels as he counted down the minutes until the burnt offerings. As soon as the sound echoed through the air, he practically sprinted to be the first.

He slid almost all his food into the metal tin can (which he would definitely miss later that night when he went to bed hungry) and, with shaky hands, lit the dinner. The aroma of multiple dishes mixed into one and then set on fire was putrid, but luckily for Luke, that’s just what he needed to catch the attention of Aphrodite.

As she heard the pleads of the boy, who was begging for a conversation, and smelled the smoke, it was enough to send her spiraling down onto Earth. She was gorgeous—ten times prettier than any image Luke could have pictured in his head.

“I'm Luke Castellan.” He stumbled out nervously, but recollected and gathered his thoughts.

“I want to date your daughter, Y/N.” He declared, noticing the way the goddess looked away with anger. 

“And before you say anything,” he continued, “I swear I have the best intentions.” 

Aphrodite narrowed her eyes, inspecting him.

“I don’t know. Many boys just like you have claimed the same.” She spoke to him with such clarity.

“It’s different; I can promise you that. I’m a good kid.” He pleaded, growing desperate as he swallowed.

“You aren’t sounding much different than the children before you.” She replied, and Luke could tell she was about to walk away, so he did what he thought was best and blurted out what came to mind.

“I’ve never smoked, I pray to the gods every night, and to be honest, I rarely step foot out of camp. I’m healthy, I take care of myself, and I’m the best swordsman in camp—at least that’s what everyone says. I’m still a virgin, and I’ve never even glanced at another girl in any romantic way because the only one I have eyes for is your daughter. Please, ma’am.”

Aphrodite's eyebrows lifted, and her mouth agape at his sudden speil. She had to admit that it was quite impressive.

“Hm, I suppose you have made a compelling argument. I’ll let you take her out on one date, but only if it goes well will you be allowed to see her again. And she must approve of you.”

Luke smiled at her, letting out heavy breaths he didn't even know he was holding on to. 

“Thank you so much. I can assure you, you won’t regret it.” He thanked the goddess, who just shrugged and left him in the dark forest. Too thrilled to care, he joyfully jogged back to the cabins, where his bunkmates patiently waited.

He shoved his way inside, panting, excitement bubbling within him. The air in the cabin seemed to crackle with anticipation as everyone turned their attention toward him, their eyes lit with curiosity, waiting for him to spill the details of what had transpired.

“She said yes!” Luke exclaimed, unable to contain the joy that surged through him. Instantly, the air was filled with the sound of cheers and joyous squeals, his friends erupting into a wave of celebratory exclamations.

“Well, sorta. As long as the first date goes okay,” Luke added, his enthusiasm slightly dampening as he lowered his head, a hint of uncertainty tainting the original exhilaration of his announcement. The cabin fell into a sudden hush, a sense of disappointment crushing the once great news. 

“Then we better get to planning,” Chris interjected, lighting a spark of hope. Everyone returned to their primary delirium, huddling together to craft the picture perfect night.

Campers threw out ideas for the date on the spot, ranging from the location to his preferred mannerisms. His sisters used their experiences with being a women to instruct him on how to act, telling him what was considered acceptable and what to avoid. The rest of his siblings and friends scoped out the land, deciding on the perfect site.

After enduring the lengthy schooling, Luke stole a fleeting moment away from his lesson, his heart set on sharing the newfound momentous revelation with you. The bonfire raged on, campers swarming around it like hungry sharks. Old friendships were being rekindled, and new bonds were forming. Admits the social circle stood you, who laughed as you spoke to the Apollo kids.

With a grin that illuminated his features, Luke observed you from a distance, captivated by the infectious positivity that radiated from you. As you strayed away from the chaotic crowd, your eyes met his. His feet propelled him forward, drawing him towards you. 

“Hey!” you greeted, your voice filled with genuine excitement as he approached.

“Hey! Guess what?” Luke's words tumbled out in a rush, his eagerness present as he awaited your reaction.

“What’s up?” you inquired, intrigued by his anxious body language.

“Your mom said yes,” Luke revealed, his expression a mix of anticipation and restrained enthusiasm.

“What?” you gasped, disbelief coloring your features before giving way to unbridled joy.

“She said yes!” Luke exclaimed, the thrill evident in his voice.

Excitement flourished within you, causing you to leap into his arms, angelic laughter filling the atmosphere as he lifted you up and spun you around. The cutesy scene hooked the attention of others, whispers beginning to travel.

Like a raging wildfire, Luke's announcement spread swiftly through the crowd, resonating with everyone within earshot. Within minutes, the joyous information spread through the gathering. Some were jealous, spreading rumors the moment they heard them, and some were just happy for the two.

Neither of you cared about the whispers and gossiping of those around you, their chatter fading into the background as you were enveloped in his warm embrace. The world seemed to melt away as he gently set you down, his touch lingering on your skin.

As you looked up into his eyes, time seemed to stand still, and the intensity of your love was reflected in the depths of his gaze. With each beat of your heart, you felt a surge of affection wash over you, your gaze softening as you looked upon him with adoration. There, in the depths of his eyes, you found comfort, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world outside.

"7 o'clock okay for tomorrow?" Luke's voice broke through the haze, jolting you back to the present moment. His words sent a tingle of anticipation coursing through your veins.

"Mhm," you murmured in response, your mind still lingering on the warmth of his touch, until a daughter of Demeter called you over, disrupting the spell cast by Luke. As you tore yourself away, a shiver raced down your spine, the absence of his soothing hands leaving you feeling strangely hollow.

In the darkness of the night, neither of you seemed able to sleep with the thought of each other prominent in your minds. Remembering all of the special moments you shared, even before today, summoned a mixture of emotions. If this date didn’t go according to plan, the memories would be permanently lost, drowned out by new experiences.

Eventually, Hypnos blessed you with a night’s rest, and before you knew it, it was 6 p.m., an hour before the long-awaited gathering with Luke. Your siblings were currently helping you get ready in the vast space that was the Aphrodite cabin.

"Do you know where he's taking you?" Urged your closest sister, her fingers deftly working through your hair as she leaned in.

Your heart fluttered with nervous excitement as you met her gaze in the mirror, uncertainty dancing in your eyes. "No, not really," you admitted with a sigh, feeling a knot of anticipation coiling in the pit of your stomach as you nervously tugged at your bottom lip with your teeth.

"Oh gods!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of concern and determination as she dropped the task of defining your hair, her attention now fully focused on the impending dilemma. With a sense of urgency, she hurriedly crossed the room to her bustling closet, the sound of fabric rustling filling the air as she searched for the perfect outfit.

You watched her with amusement, as she rummaged through her collection.

With a triumphant exclamation, she emerged from the depths of her closet, a victorious smile gracing her lips as she presented you with a selection of carefully curated outfits. "I'm sure we can find something that'll work," she declared with confidence, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she began to lay out the options before you.

She presented you with a breathtaking spring dress, its delicate fabric decorated with teensy flowers. You ran your fingers over the dainty material, embracing its beauty.

"It's perfect," you breathed in awe, your voice barely above a whisper, as you marveled at the garment.

"I know, right!" she exclaimed, her excitement infectious as she twirled around in delight. "This is so exciting! Your first date!" she continued, her words bubbling with enthusiasm as she continued to fuss over your appearance.

You attempted to summon a smile, but despite your best efforts, the flicker of unease in your eyes did not go unnoticed by your sister.  She gently squeezed your hand, a silent gesture of support and reassurance.

"What's wrong?" She questioned you softly, her hands pausing in their task of arranging your hair as she turned to look at you through the expansive vanity mirror.

"It's nothing, really. Just... anxious, I guess," you replied, your gaze dropping to the floor as you struggled to find the right words to express the complexity of your thoughts.

"Hey, it'll go great. And if not, there's a long line of suitors out there waiting for you," she reassured you, her voice filled with warmth and understanding, "so I'm sure Mom would approve of at least one of them."

"But I don't want it to be them," you confessed, your voice shaky as you admitted your true feelings. "I want it to be Luke."

She slightly frowned, grabbing your head and leaning into you. You shut your eyes to block the tears, discovering a place of love in her arms. A sudden knock on the wood door interrupted the warmth of silence.

She hopped up with eager anticipation, practically skipping to the door to greet Luke. As she opened it, you seized the opportunity to slip into the closet and change into the dress she had requested.

Luke stood on the doorstep, his hands fidgeting with a bouquet of ethereal flowers, their petals shimmering in the sunlight. A hint of uncertainty flickered in his eyes as he glanced around, searching for you.

"Uh, is Y/N here?" he asked, his voice laced with nervousness as he scratched the back of his head.

"Yes, she is," your friend replied, her tone firm, her gaze locking onto Luke's with determination. "But before you go any further, I need to warn you. You must take excellent care of her, no matter what. Because if you don't, I'll come find you personally."

“I promise.” He stuck out his pinky, interlocking it with hers to signify an agreement he would uphold. Stepping outside the cramped enclosure, you checked your reflection and headed towards the door. 

"Hi!" you exclaimed, your voice ringing out into the air, breaking through the awkward tension that had settled between the two of them. Luke's shoulders visibly relaxed as he turned to face you, a sigh of relief escaping his lips upon noticing your presence.

"Hey." He whispered softly, capturing in the sight of you standing before him, your captivating looks leaving him momentarily speechless. You smiled, threading your arm between his and escaping the cabin. 

"I brought you these." Luke stated, his voice tinged with admiration as he handed you the colorful floral arrangement. You accepted the bouquet with a grateful smile, the fragrance of the flowers filling the air as you gently wafted them in your hand.

"Thank you," you replied sincerely, touched by his thoughtful gesture, "they're beautiful."

Lost in conversation, you continued hiking together, the winding path leading you deeper into the heart of the forest.

Unbeknownst to you, Luke had a destination in mind, his steps purposeful as he guided you along the trail . The scenery around you shifted, the dense foliage giving way to a small deserted landscape.

Atop the grassy bank, a thick picnic blanket lay spread out, its vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the lush greenery that surrounded it. An assortment of fruits and treats adorned the blanket, ranging from juicy strawberries to decadent chocolates.

As you settled onto the blanket, the soft fabric cushioning your every movement, you couldn't help but marvel at the breathtaking scenery that unfolded before you. Stretching out into the distance was the icy blue lake, its surface shimmering in the golden light of the sun, which peeked over the horizon as if to witness the magic of the moment.

As the minutes flew by, the loud croaking of cicadas immersed and the sky gradually transformed into a canvas of twinkling stars.

Wrapped in Luke's arms, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, the worries and uncertainties of the day melting away.

In that moment, as you lay together under the vast starlit sky, you felt a profound connection to Luke. A realization that filled you with a sense of joy and contentment, knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Whether your mom approved of your relationship or not (spoiler alert: she did), it didn't matter. What mattered was that you were with Luke, and in his arms, protected from the surrounding cruel world.

#luke castellan fluff #luke castellan #liv’s writing ! #luke castellan x reader #laufey #aphrodite

[mythbringer-mayhem]

Comic wip?? Idk

To be honest, I haven't been able to draw shit recently. The stuff I have, I've struggled with. I've been working on this Radioapple comic for a little while, but I dont really like how it's turning out-

I'm posting this anyways, I'm going to redo this. Probably in a more sketchy style so I don't give myself more wrist problems then I already have-

I like the concept of the comic, just not the execution, hopefully I'll get the full thing out to my liking soon enough :p

#artists on tumblr #digital art #character art #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #radioapple #hazbin alastor #character dynamics #art struggles #comics #hazbin hotel ship #hazbin hotel comic #hazbin art #hazbin lucifer #wip #rose tinted #rose tinted au #rose tinted hazbin au #hh #Shitposting kinda #art block #artblr #duckiedeer #pain and agony #I can only draw dragons rn and I don't know why #I just wanna draw my stupid lil gay bois #Is that too much to ask? :(

[fertbutt]

Sorry for like barely posting art anymore LOL heres a couple old-ish sketchy concepts for dragon thrones. i feel like regular seats would be extremely uncomfortable so I wanted something that a dragon queen could stretch out and loom over everybody else in

Scarlet is accidentally way too big in this drawing lol shed be like half the size in-canon

The skywing throne is probably marble with gold veins and idfk what the seawing throne is made of. The color makes me thing glass but thatd be way too fragile. maybe it was carved/shaped by an animus to be extra resilient?

#wings of fire #wof #dragon #dragon art #digital art #skywing #skywing wof #seawing #seawing wof #my art

[yuri-is-online]

Hey, Yuri, do you think Yuu would ever run the risk of being put in danger by having a romantic relationship with any of the more high-profile members of the cast? I mean, we’ve got royalty, nobility, celebrities, and the very wealthy attending this school. I’ve just been rotating my brain about how these relationships would work out and Yuu is a pretty vulnerable target without NRC’s security. - 🦐

Hmmmmmm. I have a bunch of thoughts about this actually... I tried ranking them from least to most dangerous if that makes sense? But don't read too deeply into the bullet point placements they were mostly just a stream of consciousness thing.

Not that Risky (surprisingly)

Leona- we don't really have details about his brother's marriage, but I don't think his family has been shown to be overly keen on forming alliances with outside countries, the Savannah seems more concerned with itself. I don't think his family would be too fussed with his partner being a magicless person from outerspace, if anything this might be seen as a plus to the councilors that are always mocking Leona behind his back as his partner's lack of royal blood makes him even less fit for the throne. Not to mention Leona himself is more than enough to protect Yuu, he's the only royal at the school without a proper retainer (which you could argue is because no one at home likes him) but I doubt his family would let him do that if he was genuinely in danger.

Rook- he's Rook. His family does sound rather sweet from the very very very little we know about him (he also seems like he was kind of sheltered as a kid, something I should chew on sometime) so I doubt they would allow anything too bad to happen to Yuu.

Vil- his main issue is his contract, the Japanese Idol industry is cut throat and often sees things like bans on relationships as part of the contract. Vil doesn't want to risk his career or reputation, he mentions that he himself is a brand and I can't see him wanting to put that pressure on Yuu if they're not up for it. But... there are also celebrities who have really private personal lives and I sort of get the sense Vil is like that? And I don't think he would be too bothered if Yuu didn't want to be super public, it would certainly make it easier to keep you safe.

Idia- S.T.Y.X. might be a gloomy place but no one knows where it is

Medium Danger (danger is real but can be managed)

Jade and Floyd- we don't actually know what their family does, just that it's probably sketchy and that Mama Leech calls them every day, taught them self defense, and just generally seems to worry about them a lot. The danger is very real under the sea, but I also sort of get the sense that messing with the Leech family is skipping the fuck around and going straight to find out.

Azul- his business is going to make him enemies sooner or later, but at least during school Yuu should be more or less safe. Azul's able to keep on top of the students who mean Yuu harm, and Yuu is able to politely ignore their boyfriend's business (or maybe they have a knack for helping?) When you get older I can see Azul's need for a security team expanding, but he'll have money to get the best.

Riddle- ok so. I don't think his mom would try to kill you. But god she would be such a toxic person to manage. I'm actually working on a (very old) request atm that involves discussing what Riddle's mom might do if she finds Riddle with a partner instead of his studies (which I assume she's paying for) especially during his internship. She'd go full scorched earth and get very confused when Yuu doesn't back off like Trey did.

Huston We Have a Problem

Kalim- the amount of assassination attempts my poor boy has already canonically endured... I imagine there are probably going to be more in his future. I can see Yuu needing their own retainer (which could be a fun concept for an oc) to protect them and test their food. When Grim becomes a great mage I'm sure he could help with that actually, wouldn't that be cute?!

MALLEUS- acceptance of humans is virtually non existence in Briar Valley AND his mother hated humans so much she "blessed" her child to only be loved by fae. We don't actually know how the senate works but I imagine they would lose their ever loving shit if Malleus brought home a human as a friend and now he wants to make them his spouse? No. They say no. Time to show them what an absolute monarchy means I guess.

Assuming Yuu isn't in a relationship with Malleus I could see their friendship actually sort of being a boon to them, especially if Yuu was with Kalim or Azul. Pissing of the merchants is one thing, but the King of the Abyss? No thank you, they'll just take their losses and go.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #shrimp annon #it took everything within me to not add rollo to this list because we don't know if his family has money or not woirebtnoiewnrgoiewsmnygpi #lore in the tags for people who read it: i made some ocs for the fyuuture kid au #one of which was a retainer for the al asim family #who worked for a sibling of kailm's and was a friend of yutu's when he came to twisted wonderland