#trying to get back into drawing more regularly because i have commissions to do but it is challenging waahh

[andalorii]

chibi of a lil gaoler commissioned by reneerenee16 !

#trying to get back into drawing more regularly because i have commissions to do but it is challenging waahh #flight rising #flightrising #frfanart #flight rising art #flightrising art #goul draws #chibi #dragon

[forgeofthenine]

The bachelors are bachelors no longer! How would they grow old with you? Secondarily, how would they respond to being grandparents?

Ironically I wrote this while staying at my Nans house. I'll be here for the holidays so the next few posts will also be written here, I just thought this was particularly thematic. Halsin was also a perfect fit for this prompt too, so I hope you don't mind me adding him in :)

How would the bachelors (+Halsin) grow old with you and respond to your growing family

Dammon

This blacksmith was sure he'd live the bachelor life for the rest of his days

Who'd want to marry a man so obsessed with his forge that he's basically personified it?

Apparently, he's found the one person out there that can appreciate all his quirks

As the two of you grow older I actually see him stepping back from his forge more

He's already taught your children how to handle the family blacksmithing business, giving over the running of it to your eldest daughter and son-in-law with one of your younger sons happily working there too

As much as it saddens him the aches and creaks in his joints make the work too hard on his aging body, and his hands aren't steady enough for the delicate detail work he used to do

You can't keep him out of the forge completely though, and he still visits regularly and helps with drawing the designs of new projects and commissions

When he isn't hovering over your children's work, he's with you and the grandkids

Dammon settled into a domestic life surprisingly well, and he's a very doting grandfather

He's the type to insist you buy extra treats because he knows a specific grandchild likes it and will be coming over to visit

He always volunteers you two for babysitting as well, the spare rooms in your house that were once your children's now belong to their kids

It's a life Dammon is content with, a large family surrounding him and you by his side, he really couldn't ask for more when he never expected to get this much

Zevlor

Zevlor is built to be a granddad, I'm saying it now

He loves you, his kids, and his grandkids more than anything

As an even older gentleman he's actually still very active

The type of old man to insist on going on long strolls after meals, and he quite happily runs your little hobby farm with the help of your kids

You have a smaller, close knit family

With children living just down the road, while your kids work or take care of the home you and Zevlor happily take the grandkids for entire days

He shows them the same things he showed his kids, things like how to tie shoelaces, to ride a horse, and to wield a sword

You'll see them all trudging back in for lunch, covered with dirt and grinning as they try and hide from you

Even in his older age he's very patient, happily listening to his grandbabies babbling as he feeds them

Speaking of food, Zevlor would want his main meal of the day to be at midday

Once he gets older he doesn't like the feeling of sleeping so soon after a big meal

He does start to take naps, however, and sometimes you'll see him passed out on a comfy chair with a grandchild sleeping on top of him

If no grandchildren are around he'll likely drag you into napping with him too, there's something special about napping with someone else

Zevlor lives a very charming life at the end of the day, and he couldn't be happier about it

Rolan

Rolan is the grumpiest old coot on the block

Absolutely the type to yell at kids to get off his lawn, if he actually had a lawn

Alas, he only has a tower and instead he teaches your only child the art of mastering the weave

As he grows older he somehow seems to grow grumpier and even more introverted

Without you there to drag him out of Ramaziths Tower people likely would've assumed him dead years ago

The only people that see his softer side are you, your child, and your grandchildren

And your grandchildren love coming to the tower, wanting to look at all the pretty things and see their granddad do magic

You know the magic shows that Rolan did for his siblings? He does them for his child and grandchildren too

Speaking of Cal and Lia, he's a doting uncle for their kids and grandkids

It ends up with all three of your families meeting up at the tower for all gatherings and holidays, despite Rolans prickly attitude

It's absolute chaos, and the wizard secretly loves watching everyone joking and having a good time

On a random note, he absolutely teaches your grandkids how to read and do arithmetic at a young age

He insists on reading them bedtime stories whenever possible too, and they love it because he does the voices

Rolan is the one that thought he'd be least likely to be a family man, but it turns out he fits that role quite well

Halsin

You and Halsin run an entire orphanage together, you end up with absolutely loads of kids

Only a handful are your biological kids and you also end up with a full-grown owl bear, but you love them all the same

Halsin is very long lived, even for an elf, and if you're equally long lived then you'll end up keeping the orphage going for literal hundreds of years

Over that time the two of you might see three or four generations of humans grow up, your former charges often coming back to visit with their own children and grandchildren

You end up being a pair of old, happy parents with an impossibly large family

Halsin revels in it, finding a true passion in raising kids into happy and functional adults

It's apparent in the way he grows into the role, happily spending decades retelling the same favourite bedtime stories about him and his companions saving the sword coast

He continues to dote on you too, no matter how old you both get

The elf always reminds you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you

Halsin adores his grandkids too, often having them come for sleepovers or to play with all the other kids

He loves nothing more than seeing everyone safe and content, an owl bear happily trodding along after him

You'll find he insists on running the orphanage for as long as possible too, almost on deaths door by time he finally passes it on to his children to take over

Halsin is a very passionate man, and his giant family is one of his greatest passions

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader #baldurs gate 3 halsin #bg3 halsin #halsin x reader

[dogtoling]

F.A.Q.

Something to link on my blog because I keep having people ask me the same stuff like, every week. So here's a summary of the blog and stuff

Q: What is this blog? A: Hi, I'm Dodo! And this is my Splatoon blog. This is primarily an art blog but somewhere along the way this has become a speculative biology blog and headcanon space. Put simply, it's "trying to turn Splatoon real".

Q: What do you post here? A: Mostly my Splatoon OCs. Occasionally, I post five mile long rant posts and essays about Splatoon, or Inkling biology, or my headcanons in educational comic form. If you've seen the Kraken Post or Inklings and Color or whatever I called that, those are mine.

Q: Why do your Inklings look like that? A: I approach Inklings from the angle of them being squids that evolved to be bipedal, rather than "human with some squid traits" as they're often depicted. Within the community, this is often referred to as "xeno inklings", which just means Inklings with animal traits. I don't really tag my art as such, but contextually it's the same thing. If that kind of thing makes you mad for some reason just don't follow.

Q: Your [insert headcanon here] is not canon compliant. A: Right, disclaimer now: a lot of the things here are NOT canon compliant. I try to keep most stuff canon compliant, but sometimes things are stupid or make no sense and that's when we build around it.

Q: Can I use your headcanons/inkfish designs? A: This is a question I get regularly. Feel free to use my headcanons and inkfish designs! You can also build upon them or use them as inspiration for your own headcanons. All I ask is not to copy my OC designs.

Q: Where can I see/read your headcanons? A: My headcanon tag is #squidthoughts.

Q: Where can I see your art/OCs? A: On the blog, my art tag is #dodo art, you can also see comics at #dodo comics (and here is a masterpost of links to the bigger ones). If you want to see profiles for my OCs and more comprehensive art galleries, see my toyhouse)

Q: What program do you use to draw? A: Clip Studio Paint, mostly keep it simple with one brush lol. I doubt anyone was going to ask about brushes anyway because I literally just use one with pretty much no line variation.

Q: Do you do requests/commissions/art trades? A: None of these... sorry!

Q: Do you have Art Fight? A: Yes! I usually go hard on the event (my final tally for 2023 was 69 attacks). My page.

Q: Can I send an ask? A: Yeah, but keep in mind I sometimes take a while to answer. Also, if you're just going to send your own headcanons, consider just publishing them to your own blog (it gets frustrating getting "asks" where there's not actually anything to answer). Also if you're going to send something mean because you don't like something, just leave instead and go send something nice to someone you like.

Q: Can I ask about your OCs? A: I accept asks for and about my OCs with open arms. In fact, you can send asks directed to my OCs in my ask box and I'll draw a response in most cases. (Tag for these: #ask oc)

Q: When did you start playing Splatoon? A: I started in late 2015, with Splatoon 1. But I started this blog around 2018, I think? If you play Splatoon, you might've seen me (sticky boy). I mostly play Salmon Run.

Q: What's your main weapon? A: I've grown as a person and am no longer an E-Liter 4K main. However, I don't really have a main. I like variety in games and my goal has been 3-starring every weapon in the game... so eh. I like Chargers, Rollers and Splatlings the best. Also if I get annoyed enough I revert back to being an E-Liter main. Sorry

Q: Do you play other games? A: Before Splatoon, Zelda was my main fandom alongside Pokemon. My favorite games are Pokemon Legends Arceus, Zelda: Twilight Princess, Splatoon, Night in the Woods and Minecraft. Other than Splatoon and Minecraft though I barely ever play anything else. Q: Are you American? A: Despite the fact that I'm always posting shit at US afternoon times, I am in fact from northern Europe. My sleep schedule is just all over the place and I get productive at 11pm onward. lol. (Guess what time it is right now!!??!?)

Q: What if a question I was going to ask wasn't here? A: My ask box is open. Just send it there and if it's a common enough question, it'll probably pop up in this list later.

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Mandatory addition: I also run @splatreference. If you're an artist or writer, the blog has pose references for every weapon in the game, and references for stages and in-game areas.

yup thats the FAQ thanks for reading

#faq

[diezmil10000]

hi 👋 you can call me diez or chisi

i am from spain and i like to draw lesbians. this is my main blog, if you're only here for my art and not for my reblogs you can follow my art-only blog

FAQ under the cut!

what software and brushes do you use?

i work on ibisPaint X and Krita on a Samsung Galaxy Tab S6 Lite. i use a lot of different brushes for lineart but mostly these ones:

are your commissions open?

no, but thank you for your interest!

will you someday sell your art through an online shop / convention?

no, probably never,,

can i repost your art / use it for edits?

i don't encourage it, but i don't mind. asking for permission and linking back to any of my social media would be appreciated too ♡ just don't use it for commercial purposes (sell merch, use as streaming layouts, etc)

how do you do X part of your drawing?

i recommend checking my speedpaints if you're curious, the name of the videos is the day i finished that drawing in YYMMDD format (as in, year-month-day). i also made a tag for my art thoughts, but if you still have a question feel free to send me an ask and i'll try my best to explain it

where did you learn anatomy?

i used to watch a lot of proko and sycra videos (on youtube), and also do gesture/figure drawings from photo references and k-pop dance practice videos

when / why did you start drawing?

i started taking it seriously when i was 15. seeing lesbian fanart was what caused my gay awakening and i felt like there wasn't enough of it, so i decided to get better

do you do traditional art?

i kind of dislike it. i have filled over 1000 A4 sheets and 7 sketchbooks over the years, but it's all quick doodles to practise or warm up. when i bought a tablet i could carry around i stopped drawing traditionally as often, but i still find myself drawing in my sketchbook from time to time when i want to sketch midlessly or get better at something.

do you draw nsfw art?

very rarely, but i only show it to my friends. i do consume a lot of nsfw content tho, just not in public 👍

how do you keep yourself motivated?

a combination of drawing only what i like and a strong desire of seeing more lesbian art. that's why i mostly make fanart and almost never participate in art trades or make art gifts. i also don't want to make a career out of drawing

have you gone to art school?

i'm currently doing a degree in design at college, but it has almost no correlation with the kind of art i share online. before that i never studied art academically

are you seriously a furry?

yes

are you seriously a communist?

i will always stand by the workers of the world and oppose capitalism on its fundamentals. you can call me a communist, socialist, leftist– i don't mind, i'm not informed enough to stick to one label

are you an anti or a pro shipper?

if someone seriously asks me this again i will go to their house and kill them

are you aware that you follow someone who did something problematic?

in most cases i am probably aware and it isn't that deep for me to unfollow them (please stop caring i don't know who you are)

do you have any ocs?

plenty! but i don't like to talk about them

can i be your friend / talk regularly with you?

i don't like to talk to strangers, but if i'm following you feel free to interact with me at any time~

what's the name of your cat?

yonyon ! she's a female cat but i treat her by any and all gendered terms

why have you disabled your DMs, story replies and sometimes comments?

because people in fandoms have no shame. i don't want to read weird comments, block overly friendly DMs or watch strangers have a public debate about my moral standards. i'm very thankful towards all of you who love my art tho, even if i can't read all of your positive thoughts!! also, there are plenty of ways to contact me, they're just not in plain sight 💋

#diez's art thoughts

[paige-lefae]

This is my first time writing so please take it easy on me sorry if it’s not the best :(

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Prompt: Xiao slowly trying to become your friend

Format: Headcannons

Warnings: fem!reader

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Xiao x reader becoming your friend

You were new to liyue a traveler from (desired destination) you came into town looking for some commissions. You’ve met a boy named  Aether and his floating fairy named paimon back in Mondstadt he told you he was looking for his sister and that he had to go to liyue, and you thought since you had to go anyway why not just join him for his travels?

 a lot of things has happened since you and Aerher arrived to town. (Archon quests, I don’t feel like explaining ) You we’re just an onlooker though unfortunately for you, you don’t have a vision but you are a good fighter so you can help out when they need you

Today was different though The day started just like any other day would, out taking a walk with Aether joining him for a commission for the day up by Wangshu inn and really you had nothing else to do.

Then suddenly big gush of wind comes out of nowhere and a boy with sharp yellow eyes appears in front of you both. Apparently he had to talk to Aether about something pretty important not trying interfere since they seem pretty close, you chose to draw in your sketchpad.

  after about 15 minutes The boy finally notices you, He glances at you up and down for a minute before he quickly disappears. Later that day Aether tells you that the boys name is Xiao and he’s an adeptus not that it really matters to you what he is but something about him being an adeptus made you kind of nervous maybe it’s the title or maybe it’s the fact that you have never seen one before.

He started coming around pretty often to talk to Aether sometimes occasionally glancing at you right before disappearing never introducing himself or ever saying hi to you

At first you didn’t really care you would just find something else to do but now it was starting to get on your nerves because now that you are seeing him more often than not It’s only fair that you and him introduce each other properly or A simple greeting would be nice

After about 2 months of the boy regularly showing up he stopped abruptly for the past week not that you really cared you’d just find it odd since it was almost a routine. Finding it strangely lonely without his presence

Today you and Aether were out on another Commission by wangshu inn like usual but right now you are alone for time being because Paimon wouldn’t stop nagging Aether for some snacks so he had to run out quick to buy some since there was no fire nearby to make any

Then suddenly the same familiar gush of wind appeared in front of you. This time for the first time you were alone with the boy. The boy stood in front of you with no expression for at least five minutes . It a little awkward so you started to tell the boy that your friend would be right back before he cut you off and said “Who are you..”

you would normally find this pretty rude but he generally seemed curious so you chose to ignore it and proceeded to introduce yourself “ im y/n friend of Aether” with that he nodded before looking at you up and down and then disappearing

By the time Aether came back you were lost in a daze like what just happened? Aether asked if you were alright and you just responded with a casual “yeah I’m fine, but uhh your friend came back and asked me who I was ? And then disappeared as soon as I answered,That kind of weird lol” you awkwardly laughed

Aether and paimon looked at eachother then smirked “what’s so funny?” You asked. “Oh nothing hehe” paimon snickered before floating away to Aether to whisper something in his ear

Little did you know at the time Xiao was actually trying to introduce himself for a while by now he was just too nervous to say anything to you

He’s not typically a shy guy but it’s just something about you that makes him feel strange, almost as if he will tarnish you by just speaking but he doesn’t know why like he doesn’t even know you

At this point Aether and paimon have a good idea that Xiao might be interested to their dear friend y/n

Feeling like he might need help Aether suggested to Xiao to say hi to you or introduced himself but he found it too difficult, he just didn’t want to hurt you in anyway even if it’s something as simple asasking your name he finds it strange that he feels this way an adeptus scared to talk to a human? especially a human with no vision??

So for about a week xiao stop coming around trying to think of a way how he could approach you without scaring you away. At the same time paimon and Aether have been coming up excuses why they have to leave your side for a little bit all to try and lore xiao to you when they know you are alone

After Xiao came and asked you who you where you started getting curious about him, maybe he isn’t as bad as you originally  Thoght  I mean he asked who you where? I mean yes it took a while but he seemed like he actually cared so you really don’t know how to feel

Two days go by Aether couldn’t join you today on your commissions so you went alone and now you are resting in the room you rented for the night in Wangshuu in

You can’t sleep so you decide to walk around the inn for a while makeing your way up to The balcony. For some reason you can’t get Xiao off your mind I mean it was weird all he has ever said too you in all the the you’ve known him so far was who are you? but for some reason he can’t leave your head

You decide to hang out on the balcony until you get tired and maybe until you can stop thinking of Xiao cuz he is kind of keeping you up in a way

after about 30 minutes of relaxing your about to get up and head back to your room but then you here tiny footsteps coming up behind you, startling you, you turn around to see who it is and surprisingly and almost shockingly to you it’s Xiao

(What was he doing here, was he here the whole time? Come on I just stopped thinking of him)

“What are you doing here?” You say not wanting to come off as rude you quickly add “sorry I just wasn’t expecting you”

Xiao quietly adds “I just wanted to speak to you” almost too quiet to the point where you had to take a moment to think on what he said 

Xiao speaks again saying “ It’s not easy for me to speak to others, i have a hard time justifying the need for simple chat, but something about you makes me want to”

Now you’re completely lost, ((so for two months that I’ve know this guy he doesn’t even say hi to me and now suddenly he’s going against his own way of thinking just to talk to me??))

“I’m sorry I’m just a little lost..” you say quietly fidgeting a little bit, not that you mind that he wants to talk to you finally after all this time of knowing him it’s just a little confusing

He takes a deep breath and then looks at you straight in your eyes with this conflicted look as if his point he’s trying to say is not coming across

Xiao shuffle is a little bit and then starts to speak “ it’s hard for me to get used to new people, especially mortals…its…”

Xiao starts to struggle on what he’s trying to say “its….I’m sorry for not saying anything to you I wanted to but I didn’t know how..and if I hurt you by that then I’m truly sorry”

He starts to look extremely frustrated like he can’t express how he feels , he kind of looks like a lost puppy experiencing things for the first time and getting confused on how things work

With one deep inhale and a scrunch of his first Xiao says confidently “ would you like to be my friend” after about 2 straight minutes of silence and you being at aw that after all this time the boy you thought was rude just had trouble making friends you couldn’t help but to brake out into laughter

The boy looked at you puzzled, maybe he didn’t say it right? Maybe he shouldn’t have said it at all? Mortals really are confusing… as he sat there wondering why you burst it out laughing you took the time to collect yourself

After a couple minutes you take a deep breath and you look at him in the eye “ I would love to be your friend Xiao, after all any friend of Aethers is a friend of mine” you say with a big stupid smile on your face as you held out your hand for him to shake

He looks puzzled for a minute wondering why you’re holding out your hand but then he smiles and realizes what you’re doing he seen a couple humans do this before, as he takes your hand and shakes it you say “see I’m not that scary hehe” in A teasing tone

Xiao thinks to himself, makeing friends really isn’t be as scary as he  originally Thoght



Sorry if this wasn’t the best it was my first time writing some thing like this so I tried my best :)

I hope to write more in the future

#xiao fluff #adeptus xiao #xiao x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin xiao #xiao x you #genshin x reader

[th3p0rtalmaker]

For the fanfic writers ask

1,5,6,8,14,38,40,43,45 & 53

pay back😌✨

Lol the payback I was looking forward to! 😄👏

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

A) I think I prefer writing multi-chaptered fics. But every once in a while I think of a simple-enough idea that I can encapsulate it in a one-shot and be satisfied.

5. Do you like constructive criticism?

A) I love constructive criticism! The best way to help me grow as a writer is to acknowledge something I did well/that you really liked, and then point out something I *didn't* do very well and give me pointers/steps on how to do better.

6. Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

A) Currently I have my work beta'd via asking my friends if they wanna read my WIPS for fun. (I get desperate for reactions to stuff that I'm proud of, lol.) Usually I beta chapters myself before posting them, but I would probably benefit from asking someone to actually beta read them and give me constructive criticism/point out any mistakes that need to be fixed before I post them. 🤣

8. Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

A) I think the beginning and middle are my favorite parts! The beginning is where the characters are introduced, the most-necessary world-building happens, and the initial conflict is established! And the middle is where we get to know the characters better, see them develop as individuals and in their relationships with each other, there's cool action and adventure and fighting and all sorts of fun stuff!

And even though the ending isn't my favorite part, I greatly enjoy putting in the work to create a satisfying, emotional, powerful ending that ties up all the plots and character arcs in a neat bow while maybe driving home some of the story's important themes.

14. How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

A) For emotional scenes I definitely try to get into my characters' head/heart and feel what they're feeling. Otherwise it tends to be really difficult for me to know what to write.

And yes, I draw from MANY personal experiences.

38. Would you ever write commissions?

A) I would! I'm actually thinking about opening up writing commissions in the near future, depending on how my job situation changes over the next couple weeks.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

A) I would be BEYOND OVERJOYED if someone made fanart of Incarnate! I'll try not to give away too many spoilers, but there's a huge turning point for Hector's personal arc that I've dubbed "The Mindtrap Incident"; fanart from that segment (which will probably span multiple chapters) would be absolutely GLORIOUS!

There's plenty of other Incarnate scenes I'd love to see someone bring to life in fanart, but that's the first one that comes to mind. Just know that if you as an artist feel inspired to draw something from my fic, I'd be ecstatic to see what you make! 😄

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

A) LOL I am very sadistic when it comes to my faves. 🤣 But it has a purpose; it's usually part of developing the character as an individual. (And a form of therapeutic catharsis for me.)

45. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

A) BOTH 👏 Human life includes times of devastating heartbreak and times of breathless laughter, and I hope to adequately depict both - within in the same fic if possible!

53. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

A) I think I'd describe myself as a perfect 50/50 split, because I regularly read multiple fics and am constantly writing my own.

#ask answered #ask game #fic writing ask game #fic writer ask game #fanfic writing ask game #fanfic writer ask game #writing ask game #writer ask game #Incarnate #incarnate fic #tts fanfic #tangled the series #tts hector #hector tts #portal maker answers

[cynthplop]

Hhmm, if you like talking about your Robin and Tardif, pls don't hold back! What do they like about each other? What do they dislike in one another? What is their dynamic, which roles get filled by who? Will they stick together? Are there any crisises or huge arguments between the two? Maybe I'm negative, buut I personally find the abundance of pure love/sympathy-at-first-sight-till-the-grave scenario representations a bit frustrating and unrealistic as in real life that's a minority, right?

Yea I really do like talking about them :'''') been thinking of commissioning someone to draw them for me as of late bc school's really shredding me a new one it's not cute 😭😭😭😭😭😭 it makes me really happy to know that there's interest in them that's not just me, they're my everything my sugar candy apples :'D You'll have to pardon me if my descriptive skill is not entirely up to par today, been doing homework all day and now I'm gettin reddy for beddy. Join me, dear traveller, in the read more..... (again, minor DD2 spoilies)

Now what they like in one another: abridged, Robin really loves how Tardif makes him feel very human. He likes that Tardif comes from and to him represents a normal, human world he never got to experience; life and joy and flowers and fields, marketplaces and inns, travelling by river. To Robin, Tardif is proof that a normal (as normal as it gets with DD but bear with me) life is possible and that it's not out of his reach.

Tardif likes that Robin notices the beauty in everything about the world that a lifetime of looking out for himself has blinded him to. And despite everything he's gone through, Robin is still annoyingly hopeful, patient, kind, everything that he didn't know was possible in a man anymore, no less nobility. He hated it all at first, hated it violently, but against his better judgement it grew on him :)

This kiiiinda ties in with what they dislike about one another, but I think one of the more major crises that happens between them is that Tardif repeatedly does NOT let Robin engage in any sort of violence once they start to develop feelings for one another, a reckless act of way too much protectiveness on Tardif's end. Basically the moment he notices he's catching feelings he doesn't really know how to reel it all back in after spilling. This prompts Robin to get really angry at him, obvs, because he feels like he's being treated like a child or fragile glass, a feeling which he despises. They figure it out eventually tho, lol. Tardif also hates how self-sacrificial Robin can be, regularly martyring himself because he thinks he deserves it for the crimes of his family. Tardif doesn't hate ROBIN for it, but he hates that he feels that way and that someone ultimately undeserving of suffering has to go through that when so many others who actually do deserve it live cushy lives.

In regards to them sticking together, that was the plan. Tardif promising to take Robin away from the Hamlet once everything is over and setting up a bakery somewhere nice... something he doesn't know if he can truly do after everything, but something he wants to try for the sake of someone else, for once, as he's long learned that Robin is the only exception to all of his lifelong rules. But, as per DD2, that may not have worked out, and I'm still waiting on some info before getting to work on that ;) a tragic divorce arc (literally, bc they got Actually Married in DD1) where "Robin has ulterior motives of tracking down his husband during the apocalypse" might be in the works, tho 👀

I can't lie and say I'm Not a fan of pure love kind of scenarios, I'm a romantic at heart and I like to see all sorts of different types of relationships play out. But you're right, for my dark dungeon, I like to see some drama more >:) These two can get a little bit codependent and fucked up, and be so very selfish and possessive, but that's what makes it juicy hehe

#anonymous #ask #darkest dungeon heir #THIS WAS A FUN QUESTION THANK YOU #by all means this was a nice distraction from Thesis The Pain so by all means.... #if you have any more questions.... inquiries even #about them #please #eye emoji

[akpaleyreblogs]

Can I ask how AI art genereters are tools for artists? Do you mean just using it as a base? Or as a refrenc photo? Or what? If the first then, sorry but you will probably learn nothing. Like I'm genuenly want to know how well the ones who use AI art genereters as a base can draw. And plus many artist like puting on music, a podcasts, or something whaile drawing everything from the start. Sorry if I sounded rude.

You're good, I appreciate the genuine question. I'm going to try to answer as clearly as possible, but will request some amount of grace since often written stuff comes off more tonally sharp than it's meant.

As a starting point, to be clear: I absolutely do not use AI art generators as a base to draw. I don't have a moral issue with that, but it's not a way I would ever recommend anyone learning to draw. I think it's probably a pretty bad way to learn to draw if drawing is something you're interested in doing well. What I have done is taken some abstract images that were just kind of mashes of colors and shapes created before AI art could successfully simulate anything a human would make and thought "there's something compelling in that composition or those colors, what if I interpret that and use it?" That isn't to say that people can't use it as a base to paint over. I haven't been able to do much art in a while, but I've definitely seen things created by AI art more convincingly and thought "there's something compelling here, can I capture and enhance specifically what's compelling about this image to me?" I think that's the way that basically everyone endorses using AI art, if you're going to? Like I don't think anyone would be mad about it if they didn't feel like it was competing with people. Back when it was more primitive I saw a lot more positivity towards AI art models, and I think that's why. That said.

There are a bunch of different stakeholders involved in this conversation. Some of them get conflated with one another regularly.

I am a recreational artist. I take commissions occasionally, but I don't do this professionally and I don't expect to make a living at it. I enjoy the process of making something and finding whatever I'm drawing or painting through the process of drawing or painting it. I like the process. I am invested in having the time and ability to practice that process and an audience to show the things I make. When I need art for something, I can draw at least an approximation of it. I am in the category perhaps the least affected by AI art in either good or bad ways.

But here's where your question gets complicated: there are two groups that are very positively affected by AI art: non artists and AI artists.

I am in the somewhat controversial camp that AI artist is a real thing. This is because I've used a lot of AI models. My partner works in machine learning (though not in image-based stuff) and so I've gotten to play with a lot of these things as they have emerged. It is very easy to convince an AI art generator to make something neat. It is very hard to convince an AI art generator to make the thing that you want it to make. If all you want is something neat to look at, great. But if you have a specific vision for what you're creating, it is very very hard to convince an AI art model to produce that. It is a real skill. This is a real art tool that can be used to do real art by people who are willing to build that specific skill. That skill has nothing to do with drawing and everything to do with how skilled you are at figuring out how AI will interpret language. I do not have that skill. My partner does not have that skill. But there are definitely people who have that skill. If I believe these people are artists, and I do, AI absolutely creates tools for artists. Just not my kind of artist.

Think of it as a different genre of art with a different set of acceptable tools. Think of the kind of paint overs that I might consider doing as a sort of digital (or even traditional if I wanted to print things out) mixed media. It would be ridiculous for me to take a photo and claim it was a drawing, but it's not at all ridiculous for me to take a photo and draw over it and claim that I've created art. It is also, frankly, not ridiculous for me to be a photographer and claim that I've created art.

Professional artists see serious economic threat from AI art. I'm not going to tell them it doesn't exist, it very clearly exists. Professional artists also saw serious threats from photography when it first emerged, which were also not unfounded. But that doesn't make it not art or not a useful art tool.

You'll notice that I haven't talked about non-artists, because that's kind of its own ramble, it's very long and ethically complicated, and it's only tangentially related to your question. So I guess this is a standing offer to get into that if you're interested, but only if you actually want me to. As is, I want to keep the photography parallel going, because same way amateurs can use a camera to take pictures and capture something, amateurs can also feed AI prompts and get something neat back. It's still real art. But the tool is being used casually by someone who doesn't care deeply and I wouldn't call that person an artist anymore than I would call myself a photographer.

EDIT: Just to be clear, when I'm thinking of AI as a tool I'm thinking of Dall-E and midjourney and stuff like that. There are a bunch of apps that stylize your photos that are becoming very popular right now, I'm not really talking about those. I'm also not talking about AI that's been trained specifically off of certain artists without their permission. In general I think that's bad etiquette and not a good thing in the same way that copying someone's work and posting it as your own is typically bad etiquette and not a good thing, especially if you're making money off it.

#not going to tag this with AI art because I don't really want to attract the vitriol of strangers #I would love to have real conversations with strangers about things because it's always possible there's something I'm not seeing #but I'm not super interested in attracting the vitriol of strangers which is what I got last time #but do you feel free to engage with me about this topic if you think I'm wrong and you want to do it genuinely #or if you agree with me or think things are complicated or any other position you could hold besides turning me into a funny strawman #tagging retroactively now that I don't think it's new enough to be likely to show up anywhere so that people can follow a conversation #AI art

[vampireantihero]

It's May Day. (Newsletter)

This year feels like it’s flying by. Buckle up, y’all; this is going to be a slightly longer newsletter, so I hope you all stick with me.

It’s May 1st; and it’s snowing here in Wisconsin. To be honest, that feels like the perfect metaphor of this year for me. Winter has been hanging on to the year like a heavy weight; far past its time, and bad for the things that are trying to grow, bitter and cold, and refusing to die. Spring is trying to establish itself hard, and the flowers are in bloom despite the snow. This year has been a lot of shakeups, stepping back, and reassessing for me. Most of the first quarter of the year was spent caring for my mental health, and now I am working hard on putting together a new portfolio in a different facet of my art career. I’d love to do illustrative work for companies and not just private sector commission-based work. I’d also love to work on videogames, or maybe films or television as a concept artist (I like creatures and environments best). So, since the beginning of April, I’ve been revamping old stories and rebuilding the worlds in order to be clearer, and drawing concept art for the environments and characters.

I’ve been working quite a lot, and have forced myself to reassess that too. I think now I’ve found a bit better of a balance and better know my limits, so I can stop myself from doing too much at once. If I connect back to the metaphor I started this newsletter with regarding the weather, the “winter” would be my unhealthy work ethic and tendency to try to please everyone and be totally available despite my own energy levels. For the past few months, I have been giving myself time to breathe and being less available in online spaces, because I’ve been extremely tired. I’ve lost friends and connections because of this, and I do feel guilty for being less around, but also I recognize that if I keep going at the pace I was, I’ll make myself ill the way I did in college and I don’t want to do that again. It would also (and has in the past) make my content suffer, and you all deserve quality from me.

Plans Going Forward

As it stands, I’m distancing myself from streaming because I just do not have the time to give to it. I may still pop up from time to time for art streams, but I am focusing on my art and career change this year. You can still see my art in the discord, in social media spaces, and on youtube. I’ll also still be keeping up with this newsletter, social media, and the Youtube uploads. I’ll likely also start working on story-based content to upload to Youtube, though I don’t know how far down the line that’s going to be. And I’ll still have commissions open, and I’m working to get myself organized enough to offer my services over on Fiverr and Upwork.

Once my portfolio is completed, I think I may give creating the comics one more try. I feel like I’m on stronger footing with some of them now that I’m establishing the visual assets a bit better for my portfolio. Though this time, I won’t start publishing it (or even announce it) before I have a significant amount of the pages done, and am far enough into the story that I have quite a decent buildup of content so that I can post regularly. I’m also going to be revisiting the tarot concept I started creating back in 2021; redraw the two cards I’ve got done and go back to concepting the rest of the cards.

Portfolio

The first portfolio piece I finished went well! It’s also been added to a concept art contest in one of the art discords I’m in. Here is the drawing, as well as some backstory on some of the characters:

Setting: This story is a historical fiction, in which the humans are in a religious monarchy called the Abbey. Inhuman and humanoid creatures need to hide at night in order to avoid being captured and either used for their powers or murdered by the Abbey and the human settlements surrounding them. In this world, spirits exist, but they have to be bound to something in order to inhabit the physical plane.

Characters (and backstory):

1. Ghost. Our protagonist, a reluctant hero. Previously human, but has been dead so long that he has long forgotten his original name. He was sickly as a human, and learned how to project his spirit from his body as a child in order to escape the constant pain he was in. One day as he was astral projecting, his body died. Desperate to find a way back to life, he contacted his family; only to be betrayed by them as they tried to capture him and sell him to a High Warlock within the Abbey. Ever since, he has been looking for a way to bring the Abbey down. His tether is the clay pot he carries, faithfully made for him and repaired by his friend, Hyacinth.

2. Hyacinth. Our Tinkerer/Support character. Hyacinth is also a spirit, though she died way more recently than Ghost-- having been murdered whilst praying in front of an Abbey altar. When she died, her spirit was so terrified to disappear that she inhabited a nearby gargoyle. In life, she was a tinkerer, and in death, she was is much the same -- she spends her time looking for ways to enhance her party's gear, and to strengthen both her and Ghost's tethers to their physical objects. She is the only one in the party that cannot participate in combat-- because of the nature to her tether to her gargoyle and her death circumstances, if she takes a significant amount of damage, her soul will disconnect from her body.

3. Silas. Our Mage/Necromancer. Not much is known about Silas. He doesn't speak much, and chooses to help because he likes the spirits of the group. At first glance, he looks like a human in a plague doctor costume, but if it's too light or you look a little too long, his mask starts to look a little too real...

4. Vesper. Our Tank/Heavy Hitter. She's a vampire type creature from a long line of reclusive vampires. Though, her species is fruititarian like many natural bat species. Because of the expansion of humans into her family's forested spaces, her family was hunted and killed for their pelts. Devastated at their loss, she traveled to find a master who would teach her to fight and learned how to wield a scythe really effectively. She joined our squad when Hyacinth found her, injured, in the forest, and nursed her back to health. She heard what Ghost was planning, and decided to help them with their journey.

They are from one of the three projects I’m developing for my portfolio; they may be popping up from time to time as I go through and create more of these worlds. If you’re interested, they’re a set of characters that shows up in one of my vampire stories that the actual main character of the comic spends a good deal of time with.

Theatre (And Other Life Updates)

As you all know if you’ve been keeping up with the newsletters, the past month or so has been extremely busy both on weekends and week days. The theatre I’m a part of has been working hard on painting our more permanent space for the theatre. We’re working in conjunction with a local-to-us church in order to have this performance space. Me, my husband, and another member of the theatre have spent the last month between rehearsals and after work painting this room, and it’s finally done. And it looks so good!

We’re really excited to have this space. And, I’m really happy to no longer be painting, though I’m proud of us for putting in the work in this room. We’ll be announcing our next play very soon. I’ve been making props for the last few weeks (in fact, you can kind of see one in the bottom of the 3rd picture — a chunk of styrofoam I’m painting to look like a busted piece of concrete) and, have quite a few more things to create. One of the coolest aspects of this play is that we’ll be performing it in pride month, and it has a lot to do with LGBTQIA+ history; some of the props I’ve been creating have been exploring the culture surrounding these topics and it’s been a lot of fun! But, some of it is also very heavy. I’m also assistant directing this show, and it’s been interesting to learn how directing works.

All in all, I’m almost caught up with the stuff that I’m behind on, such as the commission terms switching over into the shop, and I should have more to share with you all soon. I’m hoping to have Youtube stuff done earlier as well, so that I can give earlier access than a single day for Ko-Fi members. I’m sorry for the delay on these things, but with the painting done in the theatre room and most of the props we need finished, I should be a bit more productive during my week day, and a bit less busy on the weekends.

Lastly, I want to take a moment to mention the Discord. Today the newsletter is a bit late because I took a little bit of time to rearrange the Discord and make it less Twitch-oriented. Now, it’s much more art and content creation centric, so if you want a place to talk about art, content creation, or just hang out with our growing community, check out the discord here. I also ask for feedback here, and you can sometimes see things earlier than they’re released there as well. If you’re a Ko-Fi member or subbed in some way, then that’s also where a lot of the rewards get put as well. If you join, just make sure that you let us know why you’re there (Check the #start-here channel.)

So, even though this was a large update, a lot of it is positive. If I’m going back to the metaphor at the beginning of this email, then I can confidently say that I’m shaking off the winter of bad habits, self-doubt, and overworking to burnout. Now, I’m doing my best to let the spring take over and let me grow; as a person, as an artist, and as a worker. And with that, I’m signing off. I hope that you all have a fantastic week. Remember to take care of yourselves, drink your water, and do what you can. I love you all.

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#newsletter #my stuff #update #life #artist #content creator

[dzpenumbra]

1/24/23

I was playing Noita, trying a pacifist run... and the game crashed for the first time. Guess it's time to do this!

Today was fairly uneventful. Cat woke me up early. Yoga. Got some stuff from the package room - some new incense and essential oil for my diffuser. It may not be the most orderly home, but it smells nice.

I came pretty close to finishing what used to be the necklace and is now the bracelet. I just need to... reassess the closure on it. I don't like a clasp for a bracelet, it just doesn't really work great. I need to make something that easily latches one-handed. But the weaving is done, so that's nice. Took way longer than I expected, but it was my first time and I don't really have a process down so... cutting myself some slack.

Oh yeah, so it was time to transition to the final polishing phase of the rock tumbles. Time flies, huh. If I didn't have that week missing where I wasn't running it because I was waiting for ceramic media to be delivered, they'd be done by now. But it should only be about 5 or so more days. There are some really cool pieces in there. I'm really excited to see how they come out. And I've been taking progress pictures from raw stone to finished product, so I'm excited to look back and see how far they came. Cleaning those and swapping the water/slurry took a few hours. It's a bit... laborious... and tedious when you live in an area where you can't just... dump the slurry. But, I'm getting a system down.

I was listening to this guy ESOTERICA on YouTube, the topic du jour was Exorcism in Judaism. Pretty interesting shit.

I also listened to a LiquidPixul art talk on... AI art... and his journey from 2D animation to 3D animation... to digital painting. His description of riding the waves of changing technologies was really interesting, a very unique perspective. I don't really know how to feel, because no one has really ever wanted my art. I know, womp womp, depression time. But like... legit. I have seen more of my artwork sitting on peoples' floors, being trampled by animals, draped over furniture, torn, broken, stowed away in storage... than actually appreciated. I have only sold a handful of prints. I have never sold an original piece that wasn't a commission for a specific individual. And I've been doing this since... 2008? If you count college, and I do. So, like... I know others may feel threatened that what they have built may come crumbling down because tech companies developed a new toy. I get that. No one wants to feel replaced; trust me, I've been replaced in much worse ways than that, the feeling is awful. But first off... I struggle to relate to it, because... I really don't have anything to lose. I never really gained. So, I think that kinda gives me a unique perspective to be able to look at this situation without being too fearful.

What I got out of Adam's talk was this idea of like... as a trained artist, someone who has dedicated themselves to a craft... but also to a completely different way of looking at life... you don't just lose that when a new medium comes along. Even if you switch mediums. Holy shit, okay, you know what, I am qualified to speak on this. I have swapped mediums more fucking times than I can count. I started with poetry, of all things. Then music. Then video, which was my first major. Then doodling, because I couldn't focus in classes unless I was doodling on something, margins of my notes, my pants, in college I'd regularly cover my entire left arm in a sleeve of Sharpie tattoos. Swapped majors from video to undecided after flunking out. Considered music. Then I said "fuck it, music isn't going to pay the bills, let's add art to the mix" and went all-in to become an art major. I went to a college with the intentions of gigging with my band and being a Drawing major. They didn't offer drawing as a focus, so I had to learn how to paint in acrylic. Closest I could get. Then I started to go multimedia again - sculpture, video, graffiti, set design. After graduation I got into tattooing, learned graphic design, dabbled in architecture design in SketchUp. I'd make replicas of ancient world wonders in Minecraft. I disconnected from art for like... 4-5 years and a part of me just... died. I lost my identity. I would rediscover it in Minecraft occasionally, but... it would fade quick. Toxic environment. And the past 5 years since I liberated myself from that toxicity, I started going nuts with shit. Trance work, meditative practices, automatic writing, wood/stone/bone sculpture, jewelry making, nature illustration, mandalas, a mini episodic stream-of-consciousness vlog, a full-length YouTube Rimworld series, livestreams, earthworks. So... you could say I'm not really tethered to a medium. At all. In fact, I get so intrigued and enticed by new media and new experiences that I have trouble sticking to a "thing". And instead of fighting that like I think most people do, and say "just focus on what you do", I said "fuck it, let's go!" I learned anatomy for realism portraiture. I learned geometry for abstract and architecture. I learned geology and chemistry for stone work. I learned ecology and microbiology for earthworks. I learned spirituality, mythology, evolutionary biology and primitive art history in my explorations in handmade carving. I even learned how to do some functional coding for video games and stuff, in an attempt to create my own simulated ecosystem with artificial lifeforms living in it.

None of those mediums are going anywhere, as far as their role in my life is concerned. Because they never went anywhere to begin with! They have always stayed constant. Me, by myself, learning, exploring, growing and finding new ways to express what fascinates me, and what my passions are. What catches my eye and makes me go "oh holy shit, I never thought of that, that changes everything!" Or just pulls me in completely and takes me to another world. And I see it as my job, my place in this world, to share that passion and that transformative imaginative immersion with others. The best I can. Like... a music reaction video. Why do we watch those? We like to see how others hear the same songs we listen to, especially for the first time. And we can take from that and add it to our language of like... active listening. So when I hear Charismatic Voice nerding out about diphthongs, I go... "oh shit, what about Coheed, you gotta listen to them, they are like... the epitome of diphthongs... now that I know what that word means... XD" It adds to my language of... experiencing life.

So... what I'm kinda saying is... when you train to be an artist - just like the example above with Elizabeth, trained to be a musician - you are training much more than your ability to draw on a piece of paper. Or a tablet. Or paint a canvas. Or sculpt. Whatever. It's much more. It may not feel like much more to you, if you are an artist yourself, but I challenge you to sit down at an intro-to-art class sometime. Those brave, brave souls, I have so much admiration for them! Go audit one of those classes at a local college or something and just... watch how they approach their artwork not from a technical standpoint (because obviously they're going to be inexperienced), but like... from a cognitive standpoint. How they look at their subject, and how they choose to portray it. Their understanding of space. Their understanding of anatomy. Of physics, and proportions, and movement. Color, light, depth. I would bet you a surgeon with zero art experience could draw a pretty good... whatever they usually do surgery on... because they know their way around, they have the mind of an anatomist. So they probably know what goes where and what it looks like roughly, but they might struggle to get those ideas accurately onto paper.

We, as artists... we have been training much more than just our medium. We have been studying many disciplines of science, math, history, biology, you name it. Whatever we have decided to put our effort and research into learning, we have that. And we will always have that. And we can bring that knowledge to other media as well.

So... if people really want to try to replace the artists, let them go ahead. A machine is doing my stone sanding for me right now, and that thing was invented like 70 years ago. Saves me having to wear down my arm muscles, creates a different effect, and comes with its own pros and cons.

But if you're worried about someone going to google and just typing in their idea for art and then going "I'm an artist, I don't need art anymore!"... You didn't have the same experience with graphic design as I did. In my experience, the layman has no fucking clue what they want. They think they do! They all think they do. Then they see what you can do with it... and they all change their tune. That's why they went to you in the first place. And that's why you charge for revisions, folks. I was taught that in college like right off the bat, both for graphic design work and really any design commission. Always charge for revisions, add one or two into the base charge for your work. So we'll do what they want first... then when they inevitably don't like it, we revise, add some of the artist's input... and then keep going until it gets there. So like... I guess what I'm saying is that the layman might find these generators a fun novelty, but they don't have an artist's eye. I mean look at fucking social media, everyone has a goddamn S-Tier camera in their pocket, how many pictures on social media are actually like... proportionate to the quality of the tool they're using? Because they don't have an eye for it. Then go look at a pro photographer's page and it's like... "fuck dude, you're magical."

So... if you're a creative too, don't sweat it too much? Is what I'm saying? And... remember that being an artist is more than just the products that you make... it's the process of exploring, the process of making, and the process of being in art mind. You are creating a story every time you work. You are painting an IRL scene of you at your work spot, painting or drawing or typing or carving or whatever it is. Like a little private movie that the consumer never gets to know about... unless you stream... ;) And that becomes... like a child of yours, your creation. That piece is part of your story, and you are part of its. That effect, that quality of being something created with purpose and passion by human hands is... palpable. And to me, it's one of the most valuable things in the world. Which is why I don't really like doing prints anymore, honestly. And also why I'm trying so fucking hard to get real furniture made by a real fucking person Jesus Christ why is this so hard!!! XD

Okay, I gotta get to bed. Just wanted to share some thoughts, I'm sure it was scrambled and incoherent but I think I got most of the key points there. Just... don't let fear of losing what you love stop you from doing what you love in the first place. I guess I'm saying that to myself as much as to anyone reading this. Fear doesn't deserve that kind of worship. Love does.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

[pioneeroverc-my-5000th-sideblog]

forgot to do the monthly summary thing three months in a row lol

Summary of October:

Downloaded Leechblock. It helped somewhat. Managed to get all of my non-sketch fills done (14) for Huxloween even while dealing with bad life stuff. Posted bust-up FE fanart semi-regularly on my other Twitter account (~2-4 hours of work). Trying to get commissions on dA and Reddit (no bites yet).

Plan from August :/ :

All monthly/weekly goals for the year ✗

Proko: ribcage ✗

Review all Proko notes ✗

DAB Lesson 7 ✗

Ky/lux reunion piece (mechanical studies) ✓

one vehicle from life a week (20min) ✗

November plan:

All monthly/weekly goals for the year

Proko: ribcage

Review all Proko notes

DAB Lesson 7

One FE fanart every 4 days

Draw N7 Day piece before N7 Day

notes and improvements from finished stuff (Oct):

make notes on figure proportions relating to head ✗ but have been looking it up, USE AT LEAST ONE PHOTO REFERENCE PER PIECE ✗, do some studies (at least one session) on head/neck connection and tilt ✗ I forgot this was a thing but have been tryng to pay attention to it with figure drawing

apples - background details too clean/without width and thickness (like decals), proportions and position in space kinda screwy, background figures distractingly bad

eldritch hux: cigarette got flattened out, hat doesn't fit properly on his head, highlights on belt buckle VERY bad, fucked up face, I do like the composition though

haunted locations: composition got kinda sidelined when I was trying to fit everything I'd drawn in, speeder looks kinda wonky because the perspective was very difficult, inconsistent use of spot blacks, do like the colours though

bonfire: hands unreferenced and thus screwed up, fucked up faces (nose tip always looks wrong), clothing thickness/folds abysmal

demons: values too indistinct (needs more contrast), hux's arm looks too short, really bad hands, bits got cut off and I didn't resize the canvas, shading looks awful, scroll is flat even though I tried to make it not so

manuela: face w/ open mouth looks kinda unfocussed, otherwise pretty ok

valter: armour lost its form, otherwise pretty ok for what it is

vampires: very messy & confusing colours, anatomy fucked up (ribcage is flat and too long), bad hands that don't look like they're interacting with the chair properly, props for trying this much detail in perspective though

ghosts: luke doesn't look like he's standing on the floor (looks rotated upwards a little), room feels bare and undetailed, could have used more embellishment on the items, nice composition with leading lines and contrast though

curse: hands look awful because I don't know how to render shiny materials, shading on face kinda weirdly simplified, shading on body and clothing folds makes no sense, lost dynamism of sketch due to having to apply correct anatomy

scrying: extremely messy lineart, values somewhat unclear, bad use of linework to express texture (like in the gas tank), sense of scale a bit smaller than I intended (should have made bg people smaller), I do like the concept and details though

knoll and lyon: proportions ABSOLUTELY FUCKED (lyon's legs are like twice the length they should be), very stiff poses, vacant expressions, too many gaps in lineart (rebelle's fault though), clothing folds all completely wrong, colour too messy

orochimaru: vacant expression, scales on snake look awful and flatten it out, weird pose, you can see where I gave up on drawing the flowers, face is flat, nose tip doesn't extend enough

ritual: kylo's back looks like it's bulging, overall very messy, foreground vine merges with hux in the midground, statue hands suck, figures too simplified compared to background, overall scene easy to understand though

trick/treat: faces look gormless, kylo's chest has no depth to it, hands look squishy, kylo's pose hard to read, the knife is hard to place in space (looks like it's occupying the same space as hux's arm), nice details and lineart though

ACTIONABLES: try to find photo reference for expressions, do Proko ribcage lesson, draw and detail with linework everyday objects

#end of month

[five-rivers]

Danger First

Chapter 10

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@pocketramblr :)

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One day - and not even a whole day, because of travel time and Inko wanted Izuku home for dinner- simply wasn't enough time to master a quirk. Although he could turn Float on and off, now. So, they made plans to come back next week, and the next, up until the sports festival. Which. Wow. Really was only two weeks away.

Izuku had never realized how close to the beginning of the school year it was.

He was going to die.

"You're not going to die," said Mr. Yagi. "I'm not going to say the sports festival isn't important, because it is, it's one of the best ways to make professional connections for students, but not doing well isn't the end of the world, especially not in your first year. No one expects you to be perfectly polished."

"But," said Izuku, "I'm supposed to be the next you! I've got to stand out, right?"

Mr. Yagi looked very guilty. "I... may have given you that impression when we were first training, yes. But, since then, with all my research into the past holders... few of them were popular, flashy heroes. If you want to walk the same path as me, that's great. But you don't have to. Even I didn't really start that chapter of my life until after college."

Izuku looked down at his hands, letting silence fill the space between them as he contemplated Mr. Yagi's words. "This isn't about me manifesting One for All differently, is it?"

"What? No, no of course not, my boy. I mean, it certainly helped me come to this conclusion, I wouldn't have done so much research without it! But I certainly hope I would have come to the same conclusion eventually, even so."

"Okay..." said Izuku, still dubious.

"I mean it," protested Mr. Yagi. "Most of my work is essentially underground, you know. There's a reason the battle trial was what it was."

"H-huh? You? Underground? But you're so recognizable!"

"Am I? I firmly believe in bringing all my resources to bear in the fight against evil! Ha ha!"

His laugh devolved into a cough, and he fumbled for a handkerchief. But he recovered quickly enough.

"I guess that makes sense," said Izuku, cautiously, once he thought Mr. Yagi wasn't going to start coughing again.

"You didn't think I stayed number one by popularity alone, did you?"

"I- the formulas the Hero Commission uses to determine rankings are secret, and it only includes spotlight heroes, so when I extrapolated the hero billboard rankings, yes, I assigned a high weight to popularity. There were always some discrepancies between my predictions and the end results, but I figured I missed some events, or the commission assigned them different values…"

"That's quite impressive, my boy. But, though popularity is a factor, the HPSC does take unpublicized fights and rescues into account. Assuming you report them…"

That was the second time Mr. Yagi had mentioned not telling the commission something.

"Do you, um, do you do that a lot? Not tell the commission things, I mean."

"Eh? No, no, I try to stay up on my paperwork. I get a lot of help from Naomasa, though. Some heroes, especially independent ones, without an agency, do have trouble keeping up, sometimes."

"It's just… the other day you said something about not telling the commission about All for One."

"Ah," said Mr. Yagi. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "You're quite right. How should I put this… The HPSC knows All for One exists, and I have made them generally aware of his modern exploits. I haven't told them about his ability to give quirks, though they may know through other avenues, there are certain battles I've had with him that I haven't told them about, and they do not know about One for All."

“Why not?”

“Villains aren’t the only ones who seek power,” said Mr. Yagi. “The HPSC provides a vital service, and I think what one does matters more than why one does it, but… it is my observation that many of the people there are more concerned with personal power than doing the right thing. And positions of power and authority tend to draw in those who would abuse those things."

"Even heroics?"

"Especially heroics. The HPSC Ethics Review Board is supposed to stop that, but no system is perfect." He shook himself. "But look at me! I was trying to give you a pep talk, not saddle you with doubts about the government!"

Izuku laughed, nervously. "I mean, you've definitely distracted me from the sports festival…"

“Yes. The sports festival. Don’t worry about making a big spotlight combat debut. If you want to focus on rescue, or investigation, or the underground, I’ll support you all the way.” He paused. “You do need combat, though, because, because of-”

“All for One?”

“Yes, exactly. All for One.”

.

“Way to kill the mood, guys,” said Banjo.

“I think the mood was thoroughly dead already,” said Yoichi.

“Unlike your brother,” said En. “Ninth’s father.”

“Come on, it was just a little omission of information. It wasn’t even a lie!”

“It was definitely a lie. You’re so lucky that my relief about you not being a pedophile eclipsed my righteous fury regarding your mendacity.”

“You know, the fact that you’re delivering that completely deadpan gives me doubts about the fury part.”

“I’m mad at you.”

“You love me.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at you.”

“Hey, hey, wait a minute,” said Nana, making a ‘T’ shape with her hands. “Time out. Ninth’s father is All for One.”

“Yes,” said Yoichi, hanging his head, “I thought that had been established.”

“So, are we… What Toshinori is saying is completely valid, by the way… but, are we expecting this kid to fight his father? Is that a thing we’re doing?”

“Uh,” said Yoichi, “in our defense, we did think he was dead.”

“Maybe Eighth will get ‘im before Ninth has to deal with it,” suggested Banjo. “He’s got to have a better chance of that, now what with Fa Jin and all.” He paused. “But, you know what would give Ninth an even better chance, if he does have to fight his deadbeat dad-”

“He’s not a deadbeat,” interrupted Hikage.

“What?”

“Calling him a deadbeat would imply that he is neither supporting the Midoriyas financially nor regularly in contact with them. He is on both counts.”

“What?” squealed Bango.

“Did you miss his phone call with his father immediately following his return home after the USJ attack?”

“Oh,” said Yoichi, “no, I was very aware of my brother’s evil, evil voice. It’s just that these guys were too focused on scolding me to listen to anything I had to say. I still can’t believe he sent someone like that to attack his own son’s class.”

“Didn’t he, like, kill you?” asked En.

“No, my death was largely unrelated. You’ve got to remember, I was a chronically ill fugitive from the law with no money. Who told you that he killed me?”

Everyone looked at their immediate predecessor. Yoichi tracked the path back to Third, who had gone very stiff.

“What the heck, Third? You were there when I died. Why would you tell Hikage that?”

Third did not answer.

“Actually, what did he tell you, Hikage?

“Oh, it was very moving and heroic. It happened while you were saving a busload of metahuman orphans. You sacrificed yourself to let them get away from All for One. I even cried a little.”

“Is it weird that I’m now disappointed in myself for not dying like that?”

“Very,” said Nana.

“What were we talking about before this?” asked En.

“I have no idea,” said Banjo.

.

Izuku delayed going to class, nervous about everyone's reactions to his quirk. It wasn't that he thought they'd reject him, but more that he had no answers for the inevitable questions.

But he also didn't want to be late.

"Todoroki was so cool!" Hagakure exclaimed as he opened the classroom door. "He was all like, blam, bam, swish! And- and he checked whether or not I was there first, before attacking, which was super cool of him."

Todoroki's expression was halfway between 'statue' and 'help, I've been hit by a truck.' "Cool?"

"Very cool."

"You've grown since the first day, kero."

"Ah! Midoriya!"

All heads turned towards him. In the next second, he was hugged by several people, which was more friendly skin contact than he'd had since… ever, probably.

"Eep," he said.

"We were so worried about you," said Uraraka. "We made a group chat, after, but since you were unconscious…"

"Hm," said Monoma, "your quirk still is definitely a stockpile…"

"Monoma!" shouted Iida. "Did you join this hug just to copy quirks?"

"And what of it?"

"But speaking of quirks," said Jiro, "you can fly now? We kind of went along with it at the time, but that's kind of different from a sensory quirk."

"I know," said Izuku, "and I have no explanation."

"Maybe your quirk stockpiles danger," said Monoma, contemplatively. He rubbed his chin with one finger. "That could be why you can sense danger- you're stockpiling it. Then, when the danger gets over a certain threshold, you can release it as flight… why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Oh, nothing," drawled Kaminari. "Just that you're more thoughtful than you look, pretty boy."

"I don't want to hear that from you."

"Th-thank you, Monoma! I'll have to mention it when I go to quirk counseling next."

Which may or may not be this afternoon, depending on how Mr. Aizawa felt and- His head snapped to the door. "Mr. Aizawa's coming!"

They all rushed to their seats. The door creaked open.

"Oh my gosh, he's a mummy."

.

"Iida?"

"What is it, Midoriya?"

They were having a bit of a break during English while Present Mic cycled them through for short sessions with Hound Dog.

"I didn't have a chance to ask you earlier, but how's your brother?"

“He’s alright! It’s the first really major injury of his career, so he’s going to take it easy for the rest of the month, to make sure his engines heal properly. He’d prefer not to of course, but, ah, there is a silver lining.”

“That’s good,” said Izuku, encouragingly.

“I really shouldn’t be happy about it,” said Iida, rubbing the back of his neck, “but he’ll be able to come see me during the sports festival, and he probably would have been too busy if he were active.”

“I think it’s okay to be happy about good things, even if they happen because of bad things,” said Izuku. “It isn’t like we can go back and make the bad things not happen, after all…”

“That’s very true, Midoriya! What a mature way of thinking about things.”

Izuku didn’t know about that, but he was willing to take the compliment.

.

“Midoriya,” said Shouta, who was absolutely and unquestionably recovered enough to teach. Even if he had zoned out in the corner of the room in his sleeping bag all morning rather than trekking back to the teacher’s lounge… or teaching any of his other classes… shut up. “What are you doing at the window?”

“O-oh. Mr. Aizawa. I didn’t know you were awake?”

It was, maybe, a little unfair to single Midoriya out like that, since the entire class was standing by the window, and the way Uraraka, Sero, and Midoriya were closest to it, with Monoma a close fourth, was concerning, but Midoriya was the first one Shouta saw, and the one most likely to to cave and tell him what was going on.

“Midoriya.”

“R-right. Well, going out the door seems a little unpleasant today, so we thought we’d switch it up?”

What did that even mean?

“We were going to bring you with us, of course,” continued Midoriya.

What did that even mean?

“Out the window.”

“Um. Yes.”

“What kind of unpleasant are we talking about?”

“Battle trial unpleasant?”

Shouta groaned and hauled himself up, walking over to the door. He looked out the window and made note of all the students from other classes standing out there, circling like sharks. Great. Maybe they needed to have an assembly about respecting boundaries or whatever, especially if the people whose boundaries were being crossed were potentially traumatized.

Something to bring up at the next staff meeting he attended. Which… would probably not be soon.

Anyway.

He opened the door.

(“A mummy,” whispered someone.)

(First his kids, then these kids… he wasn’t that wrapped up.)

(Was he?)

“What are you all doing here?” he asked, voice rasping rather more than he wanted it to.

The students didn’t seem inclined to answer. Someone did mutter something about the sports festival, but it was far from the complete answer that Aizawa wanted.

“Right. Whatever. Scoping out the competition is one thing, but you are aware that class 1-A is recovering from a traumatic experience. And you’re blocking traffic. Clear off.”

The crowd slowly dispersed. Shouta sighed. He knew this would only be the first of many such incidents. He made a note to talk to Nemuri about whether or not she’d be willing to donate some of her class time to talk about public relations.

.

“You know,” said Nemuri, “if you actually rested, Recovery Girl would be able to heal you.”

“I know nothing of the sort,” said Shouta, glaring at his desk in the staff room. “I’m forgetting something.”

All Might walked in. “Er, young Aizawa,” he said. He paused for a painfully long, awkward moment. “Are you still meeting with young Midoriya today?”

“Crap.”

.

Did Izuku expect Mr. Aizawa to come to their meeting? No. The man had casts on all of his limbs. But, he hadn’t cancelled it either. So, better safe than sorry, right?

But it had been a while, now. Izuku could probably safely assume he wasn't coming after a half hour. He got up, packed his bags, and reached out for the door handle-

Only to freeze as Mr. Aizawa yanked it open and pulled Mr. Yagi into the classroom after him.

Izuku scurried back to his seat.

"Nothing physical today," croaked Mr. Aizawa. "We're going to figure out your quirk."

“O-okay,” said Izuku.

Aizawa collapsed into the seat behind the teacher's desk. “To be short, this quirk, One for All or whatever, is complete nonsense.”

“Uh,” said Mr. Yagi. “Sorry?”

“Sorry,” whispered Izuku.

“You should be. Not you, Midoriya. You’re fine.”

“Okay?”

“Right. So. You’ve got two quirks right now. Danger Sense and Float. Unless something else showed up over the weekend?”

“No, it’s, um, it is just those two right now.”

“And you’ll most likely get Smokescreen, Blackwhip, and that strength enhancement eventually. Plus two mystery quirks.”

“That is what I’ve been able to find out,” said Mr. Yagi.

“So, we have to figure out some way to get all those under a coherent umbrella that can account for the mystery quirks, and before the sports festival, so the evil immortal supervillain doesn’t notice that you have quirks just like a bunch of people he had personal beef with.”

Mr. Yagi cursed in English. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Yeah, I wonder what else you haven’t thought about. Maybe this year I can get Nezu to take my suggestion about doing hero names before the sports festival seriously. You know we’ve had people stalk students before because for some godforsaken reason we use their real names? I need a drink.”

“Ah, water?”

“No.”

“Young Aizawa, you’re a teacher…”

“A career choice I question daily. Midoriya, do you have any thoughts about how to make your quirk make sense in a way that won’t get you killed or abducted by the HPSC?”

“I- Does that happen?” despite his conversation with Mr. Yagi over the weekend, he still had generally positive thoughts about the hero commission.

“I have no idea. Wouldn’t put it past them.”

“Well, um, I was talking to Monoma earlier, and he said something about stockpiling danger, and how it might let out the stockpile as the energy necessary to levitate- which, really, would be a fascinating quirk if it did work that way- but I thought it might also work for Smokescreen and the strength enhancement? I mean, general responses to danger are fight, flight, or hide, so the strength enhancement is fight, Float is flight, and Smokescreen would be hide…”

“That might work. What about Blackwhip.”

“Yeah, that one has kind of stumped me.”

“Blackwhip sure is a problem,” agreed Mr. Aizawa.

.

The ghosts started laughing. “You’re a problem, Banjo,” chortled Nana.

“Come on, guys, that isn’t funny!”

"It is! It's hilarious!"

"They were just talking about All for One tracking the kid down and killing him!"

The mood sobered quickly.

"Considering that he is Ninth's father," said Hikage, "I suspect it's far too late for that."

"Yeah," said Yoichi. "But, just to be safe, and in case there are other weirdos out there, new rule: no giving him new quirks in public. Not that we can do anything about when he eventually manifests the stockpile…"

"What if he's going to die?" asked Hikage, raising his hand.

"He already got your quirk, why do you care?"

"We'd like to hear it," said Banjo, somewhat forcefully.

"Well, if he looks like he's going to die, do whatever you can to stop that from happening, I guess. But chucking a quirk he doesn't know how to use isn't always going to be the beat answer."

"Wait," said Nana. "Hold up a second. A few days ago we were talking about the potential for multiple quirk brain damage, weren't we?"

"Oh, good catch," said Yoichi. "I guess I forgot to mention it, which means Nana is the only one I'd trust babysitting my nephew in the event a quirk rewound him to elementary school age-"

"That is a suspiciously specific scenario," said En.

"-and all the rest of you are fired. You didn't even question giving him more quirks? Really?"

Hikage raised his hand. "I assumed you had discovered that Ninth had a constitution capable of handling multiple quirks, similar to yourself and your brother."

"That is true. Okay, Hikage would be another exception, but he's disqualified from babysitting for other reasons."

"That's fair."

.

"So we need something that can do all that, and has tentacles," said Izuku, squeezing his bottom lip in thought.

"Yeah," said Mr. Aizawa. "Honestly, even really dumb ideas would be welcome right now."

"Why are you looking at me?" asked Mr. Yagi.

"You know why."

There was only one creature Izuku could think of that could do all the things Izuku one day might be able to while maintaining room for the two mystery quirks. "Cthulhu."

Mr. Yagi looked mildly scandalized at the suggestion.

"Nah, it'd have to be something like eldritch. Cthulhu's trademarked in Japan, and that can give you aboveground types trouble."

"What is it a trademark for?" asked Mr. Yagi.

"Ask Midnight. I don't want to talk about it."

"Ah," said Mr. Yagi.

"The problem with that is that you currently have no justification to call it that. Now if you already had Smokescreen…"

The adults looked at him.

"... I don't think it's going to just show up like that," said Izuku.

.

"Why not?" asked Banjo, staring at En. "They practically asked you for it."

"Well, first off, I live for drama, so jot that down."

"Huh? What about me?" asked Yoichi.

"Nothing, it was just an idiom. Second…"

.

"...Right," said Aizawa. “For now, then, we’ll have to give it a temporary name, because it’s starting to get to the point in time where it’ll actually be illegal for you to not register it.” He shuffled his casts. “Yagi, start filling out those forms with what he can do currently. Midoriya, make sure you check him when he’s done. For now, we’ve got to come up with a name.”

“Um,” said Izuku. “Float’s the only one that’s really visible, so I could just call it Float?”

“Vetoed. You aren’t picking a name that the immortal supervillain knows.”

“He did seem to only refer to people by quirks unless he really hated them,” said Mr. Yagi. “Except his brother, who he always called ‘my foolish brother.’”

“Focus on the paperwork.”

“And he called himself by his quirk name as well,” mused Izuku. “Do you think it was a side effect? Quirks have document impact on people’s personalities-”

“Focus.”

“R-right. Um. Feather Fall? No, that’s part of a game. Flight Reflex?”

“Good enough for now,” said Aizawa. “Flight Reflex it is.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #danger first #danger first au #fic #fanfic

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Tropetember Day 11 - Time Travel / Amnesia / Coma

Coma comma revelation

Pairing: James T Kirk x GN!Reader

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Rating: General Audiences

TW: Coma, minor swear

AN: Day 11 of @tropetember. Sorry for the wait, life has been a bit mad. Not the best but hope you enjoy :)

The aftermath of an away mission gone wrong.

Find this story on Ao3 here.

Word Count: 1.3k

It wasn’t uncommon for members of an away crew to end up in the sickbay upon their return to the Enterprise. Injuries regularly ranged from small cuts and bruises to native diseases to broken bones. A visit to Dr McCoy was something all members of the crew had to mentally prepare before beaming down. What was uncommon was for people to be in the sickbay for longer than an overnight stay.

Spock and Kirk had both had a couple of longer stopovers following heroic (read: risky) actions. Dr McCoy dreaded either, or worse both of them, being there because they were both hard-headed and constantly tried to sign themselves out against medical advice. Luckily, this wasn’t something McCoy had to worry about with the current resident of the sickbay. What was happening was far more worrying. Because you had been in a coma for 4 days now and nobody had any clue as to what to do.

Running his hand down his face, Dr McCoy’s gaze remained laser focused on the most recent test results, trying to find an answer. Any answer. Even a clue. Nothing. There was nothing indicating why you weren’t waking up.

Sighing quietly to himself he got up and headed to your room, checking on the monitors. He hadn’t even realised anyone else was there until he turned to exit.

Stood leant against the wall next to the door, Captain James T Kirk stood like a sentry. His eyes watched everything in the room, in between regularly checking on you. The Doctor pressed a hand to his heart as he processed his surprise. Had Kirk not been wearing his yellow command shirt, chances are McCoy wouldn't have even noticed him with how still he was standing.

“Jim, you’re the Captain not a shadow” he observed, his normal gruffness softened slightly.

The gentle rebuke received no response from Kirk. He simply flicked his eyes from the body in the hospital bed to McCoy and back again.

It was clear to see that all was not right with the Captain. His uniform was creased, his eyes red. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Jim, you ok?”

A small sigh and a shake of the head is all he receives in response. McCoy props himself up against the wall next to him, a show of silent solidarity.

"They weren't even supposed to be there, Bones."

You'd opted to go on the away mission instead of Mr Spock to allow the Vulcan some time off from Kirk-sitting, and as part of your push to keep at least one of them on the ship at all times. "Cos, you know, regulations" was all you scoffed when someone pointed out that they'd both made a break for it onto some distant moon, leaving you as Lieutenant Commander in charge of the ship.

The additional position had been created to help support the demands of a 5 year mission on the crew as a whole. Given the Enterprise's tendency to have an engineering emergency in the middle of crisis, Mr Scott was often unable to support in the way the Chief Engineer may on other ships. You bridged the gap, allowing Kirk, Spock and Scotty to hand over some of their day-to-day responsibilities to focus on the extreme.

Though they had initially railed against it, they would all now agree that your presence had improved the efficiency of the ship. It also allowed them all some welcome downtime. The crew appreciated that more than they would ever admit in front of the higher-ups. Kirk in particular could get bitchy when he was tired.

Something that no one would have predicted about adding you to the crew, was the depth of the friendships you had formed with the command crew. In particular, you had developed a close friendship with the Captain, despite his initial wariness. You and Jim were regularly spotted in observation watching the stars float by whilst having a drink, or heading to each other's quarters with a holodisk in hand.

Jim, for his part, had been reluctant to get to know you. The Captain of a starship is supposed to be separate from the rest of their crew. But, as with the interpersonal relationships between the crew, the length of the mission had required these expectations be adjusted in the interest of crew morale.

The outcome of the slow blossoming relationship with you was something he had not predicted. Where he always felt responsible when crew were hurt, the shot of ice through his system when he saw you being stabbed with a syringe was much, much stronger. More importantly, his almost visceral reaction had been completely unexpected. He was the Captain, he had to look out for everyone. Yet, he spent every second of the day and night since returning to the Enterprise worrying about you.

Drawing himself back from his thoughts he glances to Bones, who is watching him with a combination of concern and soft understanding.

“We have the best people in the Federation working on this Jim.” He gently grasps Kirk’s upper arm. “They’ll be ok. You’ll get them back.” He pauses then, glancing between the two of them. “Then you can maybe have an honest conversation about the two of you.”

Kirk sharply glances at him over his shoulder before allowing his own shoulders to sag.

“I hadn’t even realised,” he quietly whispers, moving to the side of the bed. He takes your hand in his before sitting down next to the bed. “It’s not allowed, Bones.”

McCoy for his part just smiles at him.

“Never stopped you before”

That gets a small smile out of the Captain as he turns his eyes back to you. He’s so focused on you that he doesn’t even notice as Dr McCoy slips out to head to his office.

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Waking up after being unconscious for an unknown amount of time is, in a word, disorienting. The sickbay lights are bright, your throat is dry and sore and your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton wool.

It takes you a while to come to but you’re ever so grateful to hear Dr McCoy's southern drawl welcoming you back.

“There you are darlin’, you had us worried.”

You let him run all of his tests without complaint, using the time to orient yourself. It’s not until he’s nearly finished that you notice there’s someone else in the room. You throw Jim a small smile, followed by a grimace as McCoy hits you with a hypospray.

“That should be everything for the minute,” McCoy tells you. “We’re going to keep you in for observation for a few days but your recovery is going as well as we could have hoped.”

You smile in relief at that, and he tells you he’ll be back in a few minutes before he heads out of the room.

After taking a moment to shuffle yourself into a more comfortable position, you wave a hand at Jim to beckon him over. He takes a gentle hold of your hand as he moves closer. It fills you with warmth and you can’t help a small smile.

“Managed not to blow up the ship while I was out of commission then?” you tease, wanting the frown to disappear from his face. He shakes his head in response.

“I honestly don’t know. I haven’t really left this room.”

You glance at him surprised, and then see the soft expression on his face. Huh. You thought it was just you.

Taking the plunge, you gently tug at his hand until he slides into bed next to you, your head resting on his chest. The beat of his heart starts to lull you back to sleep.

It’s probably best to rest while you can, you decide. You’ve got a lot to talk about.

#tropetember #fanfiction #star trek aos #star trek #james t kirk x reader #Captain Kirk x reader #kirk x reader #coma

[my-writings-and-musings]

Same anon thank you for answering my question! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for MTMTE Rung, Megatron, Rodimus, Minimus, and Swerve with an Artisic human reader that just sees the good and creative artist side of everything? From books to pictures to even their own bot? Like they can just look at their bot and go out on a whole rant on how beautiful their optics are from the color to their expression. if that’s too many characters you can take any one, I don’t mind! Thank you and have a good day ❤️

You're welcome! I'm always open for clarification, so feel free to ask questions about whatever you'd like if you're unsure on anything. I took a little liberty with this one, but I've got all the requested bots because darn it all these beautiful mechs deserve recognition!

Rung

·He discovers your artistic inclination thanks to years of experience reading personalities and emotions at a glance, but he wasn't prepared for the depth of your conviction in seeing the world through a creative lens, which he learned upon speaking to you about your process as an artist. This surprise grows as he sees you sketching around the ship, your exuberance for the inherent beauty in everything coming through in every conversation you share.

·When he praises some of your sketches on a quiet day in his office and is compelled to ask how you developed your style, he's fascinated by your explanation, and his spark is warmed by how beautifully you describe the world around you and credit it for inspiring you. He's visibly shocked when your list of current subjects and muses includes him specifically, and you can't help but chuckle at the usually calm bot looking so absolutely flustered. There's no way for him to hide any of that feeling when he requests a bit of clarification; there's hundreds of bots on board, what about him could possibly stand out?

·You're happy to elaborate on your process to a bot who so regularly underestimates his worth and lay out why he in particular piques your interest. The warmth and goodness of his being is such a rare and beautiful thing, you explain, but also so rarely appreciated that it drives you to try and capture that essence in a manner one can see. How could you not? Such compassion and empathy and forgiveness should be remembered! You've also seen that he's capable of accepting any genuine apology, and to have that level of mercy after so much war is beautiful, enough that you have to try and show it.

·To say he's touched is an understatement of unfathomable proportions. Removing his lenses to clear optics blurred with tears, he doesn't even know how to begin processing your praise of his character when you add that his physical self hardly fails to encourage you either. His glasses nearly slip from his hands when he hears you say that. You continue quite easily; the kindness in his optics and the sweetness of his smile, combined with his genuinely handsome profile, simply inspire you to start sketching.

·He's touched, but you have to understand, he is NOT accustomed to this level of praise. Between the near tears and the blushing he has to politely excuse himself to recover from this absolute tsunami of emotions, but being flustered and melted at once is enough to have him smiling through a little blush all day long. While he tries to take a little bit of your mindset into his everyday life going forward, he gets a bit dazed every time he sees a sketch of yours that includes his face, as that level of artistic devotion being dedicated to him is more than he'll ever be able to process. Not that he minds...

Megatron

·Being more familiar with the written word, he enjoys the arts but has little experience with those who create them, and time has not been on his side in regards to learning more. Thus, you're one of the first artistically inclined individuals he's been able to discuss the topic with, which he was motivated to do after catching a glimpse of your work. He could swear some of your sketches bear a resemblance to him, but he says nothing on the matter and is certain his optics are tricking him.

·Your talk of technique quickly surprises him by shifting to inspiration, which to you is the primary driving force of your work, as it influences how you go about conveying the subject matter. Eager to share what you mean, you explain that anything can have beauty worthy of capturing if you just take the time to look at it right. Even the most mundane or seemingly unappealing things can be remarkable if you know their story, and you want to convey that energy as wordlessly as possible.

·A little overwhelmed but quite impressed by your manner of reasoning, he rather jokingly asks if even beings like himself could ever inspire you, or perhaps another artist with your mindset. He's caught off gaurd like never before when you, quite enthusiastically, reply that he most certainly can and does! To keep his composure he recalls portraits of his likeness being commissioned to inspire his soldiers, but never believing these fell under the category of art so much as they did propaganda. They often depicted him quite... violently as well.

·Having never seen these pieces, you reply that your own experience is tied more to how you see him now, and you flip through your sketchbook to demonstrate. As close to your level as can be, he's speechless while you explain what you wanted to capture about him in each sketch, whether it's a quick study or a detailed project; and that's how safe he makes you feel. Hearing himself referred to as a protector cuts straight through his powerful armor.

·You depict him looking almost... gentle? Hearing you describe the his immense size as a source of comfort and his strength as a tool of keeping peace processes about as clearly to him as a foreign language, but he nods along and keeps the conversation going until his duties call him away. Though he says nothing of it, he volunteers himself for more of the physically demanding work around the ship. His body's purpose had always been decided for him, but you've reminded him he has the only true say in its use, and that everything really is a matter of perspective. Perhaps he'll take up sketching once this is all over.

Rodimus

·He's certainly always had an appreciation for visual appeal, even if his idea of beauty doesn't often overlap with what most would consider artistically valuable. This and his natural alertness makes him quick to notice you often sketch about the ship, frequently when he's present, but at first he leaves you alone to work in peace. Having a hobby on this crew is beyond valuable, and he doesn't want to distract you from a passion... That is, until he decides on one especially slow day to just ask you what you like to doodle about.

·You can tell he wants to be a little nosy, if only because he's naturally a curious bot about these things, but you're more than happy to share regardless. There's a lot due to the ample downtime on the quest, and he has to squint so he can properly scan the many sketches on the human sized paper. He happily recognizes friends, locales about the ship, even earth things he knows about... but he's not ready when he finds a picture of himself.

·While he remains outwardly playful, teasing you with how he'd pose if you only asked, he's internally flattered that you took the time to draw him. More specifically, he's touched by the way you drew him. The sketches and portraits portray him as a calm but amicable leader, standing tall and serving as a guide to those around him, a true "father to his men" kind of bot... it's everything he wants to be, but is quite certain he's not. He's barely able to keep up his smooth persona when he asks about your process.

·You explain that you find inspiration in everything, but he's been your chosen subject lately for a lot of reasons. It's no secret he's handsome, but you see something more when you look at him, and you did everything you could to show it here; there's a real leader in him. Maybe some bots don't see it under all the bluster and sarcasm, but you see how much he cares for every bot on his crew. He wants to be the best for all of them, and even if he struggles at times, that effort is beautiful to you.

·It takes everything in him to bite back some very embarrassing tears, and the crack in his voice doesn't help him hide the emotion, though he covers that up with unconvincing coughs and claims something got in his optic. From then on he seems to stand a little taller and find his assigned duties a little easier to bear, but you absolutely notice how he poses in what he believes to be heroic fashion whenever your sketchbook comes out. Inspired by his enthusiasm, you invite him to model more officially, and the crew is just happy to see him so enthusiastic.

Minimus

·Being as observant as he is, your consistent appraisal of your surroundings is not something he'd ever miss, but your frequent sketching in the most random places does leave him absolutely mystified. Every time he sees you there's artistic supplies on your person, but he can't find anything that appears to be worthy of putting to paper, so what could you be drawing? He respects your privacy too much, and feels too silly about his curiosity, to interpret and ask you for an explanation.

·Thus it's with some small eagerness that he finds one of your sketchbooks after it's been misplaced, and he sees the perfect opportunity to slip in a question. For the sake of handling something so tiny, he approaches without his armor, offering the lost item back with barely concealed pride at your delight to have it returned. In the moment of truth he nearly falters, but does indeed manage to ask what you draw around the ship. He leaves out the fact that he's observed you whenever you draw in his presence.

·The question has an answer only he seems to think isn't obvious; him! You spend time together frequently, and while everything is fair game for sketching, he's a very regular subject for you. Whether he's wearing the Magnus armor or not, you explain that the commanding aura he radiates is something you can't help but find beautiful. That word choice baffles him enough that he has to interrupt; beautiful? Commanding? Even without his armor?? You're delighted to assure him that you absolutely mean that.

·Hearing you describe the details of your reasoning, like the quiet dignity of his stance or the calm intelligence of his red optics, touches his spark in ways he wasn't expecting. He's calm and speaks softly as he keeps the conversation going, asking questions about your various works and listening attentively when you answer, processing your view of the universe as being packed with beauty in all the places people don't think to look.

·Any bot that sees him during the remainder of the day absolutely notices the change to his entire demeanor; namely that he's smiling a soft and barely perceptible smile. It's not long after he requests a few sketches from you to keep in his office, whether they're of him or not, and he has them framed in places of honor. He doesn't tell you, but you figure it out, that one particular drawing of him you gift for his sake is kept securely stored in a compartment by his spark.

Swerve

·Many bots may see him being a tad bit on the shallow side when it comes to the arts, but our beloved barkeep has his own unique appreciation for creativity and all the ways it can be visually expressed, and you recognize it not long after meeting him. As his bar is a frequent hangout for everyone, you find it to be a fantastic place to sit and sketch, as the variety of bots makes it quite easy to have your choice of subjects even if you have to sit on a table. Obviously Swerve notices and asks you what you're drawing when traffic slows one evening.

·You're happy to show him your work and he's always eager to hear what everyone is up to, so he starts asking questions about your art in general. How long have you been an artist? What's it like suddenly having a whole ship of aliens to sketch? Why draw here all the time? At that query you light up brilliantly, and he's delighted by your enthusiasm as you describe all the incredible sights the bar has to offer.

·You list some of your favorite things to draw, like the many friend groups on the ship that gather here, the brilliant colors of the glowing vats of enjex, and him smiling and rushing with orders through it all. That last one gets a flash of surprise from behind his visor, which is quickly overtaken by exuberant delight; you've been drawing him?! He babbles out a surge of confusing statements that you're eventually able to interpret as a request to see, just one he's too bashful to say directly.

·Happily obliging, you're touched by how he smiles at every little sketch, and feel compelled to explain that he's a big part of why you love drawing here. You try to see beauty in everything, even what often gets overlooked, and there's so very much of that here. The bar is one of those places that everyone knows is special, but you know he's the reason they love it like they do, and that his enthusiasm and hard work hold it all together. You find that inspiring, and actually quite beautiful. It doesn't hurt that his brilliant smile is always a treat to sketch.

·Trying to play it cool and totally failing, he doesn't quite hide that he's near to tears when he asks if you'd like to hang some of your work up in the bar, or maybe have a little corner for yourself to draw from. He just doesn't want you getting squished while you sketch, is all! And having a better vantage point is ideal for someone so small! When you accept, he gives you your own human sized accommodations not too far from the heart of the bar, and every so often when you sketch he'll glance up at you absolutely beaming.

#transformers #more than meets the eye #mtmte #idw #lost light #maccadam #tf #rung #megatron #minimus ambus #rodimus #swerve #self insert #human reader #requests #anon #my writing #transformers headcanon #my asks

[cleverclovers]

Walmart online ordering fucked us over, so I'm here asking for help. We placed an order for roughly 100$ worth of groceries that was supposed to go on my EBT card, and the delivery fees were to go to the bank, just the delivery fees, so we could still afford to pay bills and buy the other things necessary for life (like cat litter and pads later in the month)

The site glitched and instead of charging my EBT, the charge went entirely to the bank. We did contact customer service, who informed us that we could take the receipt to the CS counter at Walmart and they'd scan it, process the return and charge those items back to the EBT card. When we went to follow through on this process we were informed at the counter that that was not, in fact, possible. Now we're 100$ short in money that can be spent on bills and supplies.

We come up tight every month, but this is more than we can handle, and we have no idea when or if we're going to get stimulus, so we can't really hold out. I don't have the ability to ask my family for help, either, since that results in chaos every time, which leads to stress, which leads to seizures.

I have a lot of back log on commissions, to the point where i feel guilty trying to work on personal projects and I'm in a constant state of anxiety. the stress from this is leading to more and more break through seizures and spiraling mental health issues.

I regularly need help getting through the month, affording food, affording supplies for my household, because being disabled is expensive, and the government really doesn't care--they only factor in rent, electricity, and phone, not internet, or travel, or excess medical costs from teeth falling apart, or the expense of allergy and interaction safe foods, and that adds up quickly.

I would love nothing more than to finish my back log of commissions and be able to draw the things that could actually bring me personal fulfilment, and I'm here begging for help making this happen.

At this moment I need to fill that 100$ hole walmart left in our finances. I would prefer not to take commissions for that, because I *am* incredibly backed up on those.

For that i have

- https://ko-fi.com/rosesinclover

- https://PayPal.me/theogandall

- venmo/cashapp $Rosesinclover

For the long term, I do have a patreon, and support there allows me to draw the things I want to, like serotonin providing fan art, or pieces for my personal comic that's currently being overhauled

https://www.patreon.com/Rosesinclover

Help is greatly appreciated if it's available. I just want to get out of this anxiety pit. I'm so tired of feeling like I'm drowning or screaming all the time.

#commissions #emergency #trying not to scream into the void so i can be more considerate of the voids feelings

[ultimatetornshipper]

Daminette December day 11- Snowglobe and 12- Soulmate au

@daminette-december2019-2020

Okk sooo like I said I wanted to make a separate lil one shot for this one because I have a nice lil idea in mind and my medieval au does not work with the snow globe and soulmate thing so I decided fuck it.

Also Tim isn’t it the series yet so I decided to do some brotherly shenanigans that included him.

This one shot actually worked out really well like I love it.

I get to be slightly more… hmm what’s the word?... stupid?

It’s the writing on skin, appears on soulmate's skin, soulmate au btw.

Honestly I love this, it did not go as expected lmao.

Anyway I hope u guys enjoy this!

Previous- Princes and Pedestals Chapter 10

Next- Princes and Pedestals Chapter 11

The Permanent Marker

The first time Damian saw a snow globe it had been during a fight with Tim, who'd decided to throw him with it.

It was safe to say that the item that was thrown ended their fight. The side made of ceramic hit his arm. Unfortunately (or fortunately) it landed on the floor, the glass shattered. The tiny fake snowflakes scattered all over the place.

Before then he had only heard of one thing that, in his mind, worked similarly…

“Drake, I will skin you alive!” he said jumping on his brother, Jason pulled him off and held him back, “Todd! Release me at once! The imbecile just attacked me with a glitter bomb!”

The entire manor went silent for a few seconds before they all burst out laughing.

To this day, he was still being teased about it. Even though the incident had happened years ago.

It resulted in him having quite the distaste for snow globes.

So imagine his annoyance when he woke up four days before the anniversary of The Incident with a picture of a snow globe on his hand.

As if that didn’t make the message clear enough, there was a snow globe and a glitter bomb on his bedside table, each labelled mockingly.

He growled and turned his gaze back to his hand.

He had no idea how his brothers had managed to draw it on him without waking him up but he was absolutely livid.

His soulmate must be incredibly confused as to why there was a crudely drawn snow globe on her hand.

He got up and stomped to the bathroom, washing it off. He got ready and walked angrily to the dining room.

He found them all there and when they saw his sour expression they burst out laughing.

He glared at them all through breakfast, his temper far shorter than usual.

He just hoped his soulmate wouldn’t ask about the snow globe or better still, that she hadn’t seen it.

Every morning for the next two days, he woke up with an ugly little snow globe on his hand. And each morning he would wash it off.

He was bordering on the edge of murderous.

Meanwhile in Paris, Marinette was in a similar state.

You see, for three days she had been trying to remember the damn stupid snow globe Alya had forgotten at her house over the weekend.

She’d drawn a nice little snow globe on her hand to remind herself. But apparently her soulmate was hell bent on not letting her return the damned snow globe.

Each time she drew the little picture, he would wash it off it sometime before she got home.

Because of course he would.

She knew he was a tidy person and he’d established that he had no wish to meet her back when they were small, but usually he at least didn’t wash off her drawings.

She huffed in annoyance as she rode the train back home.

It would’ve been easier to return the snow globe to Alya when they were still in Collegé Francious Du Point, where she lived only a street away. But nooooo, their lycee was far enough away that she had to take the train there and back. Just having Alya pick it up wasn’t as easy as it used to be.

She took out a pen and redrew her snow globe. He had already washed off the one she made earlier that day.

When she got home she realized that he had also washed off the one she made on the train. She huffed in annoyance and groaned.

Why was everything against her?

She eyed her drawer.

Maybe…

No, that wasn’t fair, she didn’t know why he erased the snow globe each time. There could be a very good reason.

Her pettier side didn’t care though. She was sick of him. He’d hurt her so much when they were kids, refusing to even try to get to know her. Not replying to any of her writing or doodles.

Eventually she stopped writing but doodles found still their way onto her skin. And they arrived at a silent truce of sorts, he would let her draw, and she wouldn’t expect anything.

Until now apparently.

Why couldn’t he just give her – give them - a chance?

Why couldn’t they just be normal? Why did he have to be such an ass? Why couldn’t they just write to one another?

She was reminded of the only time he'd written more than a few words to her.

The day she’d accidentally used the wrong kind of pen. The kind that had ink that didn’t wash off properly until after three days.

A permanent marker.

She didn’t known it was a permanent marker, and it wasn’t like she’d drawn anything too big with it. Just a medium sized heart on her wrist.

She was eight, she didn’t think it would be a problem.

Well apparently it was, because that day he let her have it. That day he made it clear that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her.

But to hell with that.

If he wanted to break their truce, the weird set of rules they had somehow established…

Then so would she.

She stood and opened the drawer, she took out the permanent marker she hadn’t touched in years and removed the lid.

She smiled as she drew her snow globe again.

This time she would remember the snow globe.

And she did, the next morning she saw her snow globe still on her hand, slightly smudged, but there. She smiled victoriously.

She returned Alya's snow globe and spent the rest of the day on cloud nine. Maybe it wasn’t the nicest of things to do, but it wasn’t like he took her into consideration. She figured this, at most, made them even.

What caught her off guard however, was the neat writing in black ink that appeared on her wrist later that night

The words ‘I’m sorry’ were etched onto her skin in handwriting that she recognized as his.

You see Damian hadn’t noticed the sketch when he got home. Hadn’t noticed it when he’d put on his gloves for patrol or when he’d gone to bed.

He never saw it until morning.

He lost it when he realized his brothers had written on him with a permanent marker.

The one think he’d basically forbade her from doing all those years ago and they did it.

They crossed a line. And Damian made that perfectly clear.

By attacking them and beating them up until they apologized.

He still felt it was necessary to apologize to her.

For the permanent ink. But also for all the years of silence, for all the years of ignoring her.

He settled on a small ‘I’m sorry’ on his wrist and hoped for the best.

That tiny apology, though, opened up a line of communication between the two.

They started talking regularly, growing closer and closer through their words. Eventually they met and started dating.

They helped one another, through trauma and superheroing and liars and villains, they were there.

They became a dynamic duo, he helped her run her label while she did commissions and designed her days away.

They were happy, one of the success stories. And while they hung up the capes and cowls, they were always available for emergencies.

They would tell their children and their grandchildren the story of the snow globe. Dick, Jason and Tim often liked to take credit. Earning a disgusted ‘Tt' from Damian and a laugh from Marinette.

The moral of the story, Marinette always liked to say, was that sometimes even the smallest, insignificant thing could make the biggest, life altering difference.

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#awwww #look at me being sentimental #kinda angsty in the middle for a bit but not really #mari being petty #but rightly so #i mean #she gets to be petty here #this is like shakespeare level misunderstanding #chaos and coincidences that somehow make sense #i love that #it's kinda more sarcastic than my medieval au #soulmate au #snow globe #the imbicile attacked him with a snow globe #lmao i loved writing this #nice little happy ending #maribat #marinette #damian #utp writes #daminette december #daminette #damian x marinette #I'm ngl i lowkey work through my trauma by writing these fics #i mean not this chapter specifically like no one threw me with a snow globe #but like yeah #fuck i love this fandom #lil sentimental lesson thrown in #like the old fairytales that raised us #except