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Strange Supreme, pour le thème « Immobile, assis sans rien faire, le printemps vient, l'herbe pousse. » en cadeau à @calystacat dans le cadre de l’échange de Pâques 🪺

J’ai pas pu résister à l’opportunité de dessiner mon variant préféré de Dr Strange en voyant tes thèmes ! Plutôt côté angsty, je sais, mais.... on peut rajouter une touche du thème ’renaissance’ et se dire que cette version de strange supreme reussit peut etre sa course contre le temps, et ramène son être cher à la vie ?

Qui peut prédire ce qui arrivera une fois l’horloge sonnée minuit ~

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Spider-Gwen & Daemon, sous le thème Nuances printanières pour Orda, dans le cadre de l’échange de Pâques

If anyone is curious about the bird:

It’s a Northern Mockingbird! (Moqueur polyglotte en français). I chose it as Gwen’s daemon for its coloring, its presence in US cities (apparently?) and its singing capacity, by day and sometimes night.

I headcanon she is not settled yet though :3

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Oswald & Jack, Printemps, pour @mentallyillrainbow dans le cadre de l’échange de Pâques.

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Some blob doodles I made.

Padawan Anakin

Anakin and Ahsoka being gremlins to Obi-Wan's despair

Vader vs Luke

Palpating throwing lightning on Vader

Ahsoka in front of a captured!Vader (what can I say, I love that AU :3)

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Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2025!

Hello and welcome! This is a gift exchange in four steps, organised by the Vaderkin Community (Vaderkin is a lightning rod discord) around Anakin | Vader's character, to increase interactions between writers and artists and give everyone some time to shine!

✒️ Step 1: Writers write prompts for artists, everyone get matched depending on sign up answers.

🎨 Step 2: Artists have one month and a half to draw one or more works from the prompts they received.

✒️ Step 3: Arts reveal. Writers get assigned one or several art pieces and have one month and a half to write a minimum 500 words story inspired from them.

🎨 Step 4: Fics reveal. Drawing festival, every artist can draw fanart over the new stories created from the event (and be reblogged by this tumblr for it).

Sign up here:

All works (art and fic) from tumblr will be reblogged by the Vader Community and all works (art and fic) from ao3 can be added to the event collection. For this, the works need to be tagged properly with "Vaderkin creative exchange 2025", as well as the tag "explicit" if it is explicit (smut, strong graphic violence) work.

Overall, it’s a typical gift exchange, only writers prompts will be in image rather than words, and everyone is strongly encouraged to have fun and try their hand at sketching during the ’drawing festival’.

𓆩✧𓆪 Schedule: 𓆩✧𓆪

Sign up opens: Marsh 17th, 2025

Sign up closes: April 27th, 2025

Artists receive prompts & giftee: May 4th, 2025 (as a little sw gift 😉)

Artists Submissions: June 15th, 2025

Writers receive prompts & giftee: June 15th, 2025

Writers Submissions: August 3rd 2025

Drawing Festival: 4th August 2025

Have fun!!

Rules and FAQ below the cut

RULES

- This is an Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader exchange. This character needs to be one of the main characters, or at least have a very strong presence in the artwork/story. Crossovers are accepted.

- Respect your Giftee's Do Not Want (DNW)

- Do not reveal who your Giftee is before the reveal date (June 4th for artists, August 4th for writers). If you have a question, ask as anon through the Giftee's Tumblr or ask one of the event mods (we will serve as intermediary).

- Do not repost your gift content (especially art!) Mind your giftee’s extra request for AI-scraping protection if there is any. If you can, use the ao3 gift function to link to their profile. Otherwise, mention in your work post that this is a gift, with a mention of your giftee username and a link towards their tumblr/ao3/otherwise page, if they gave one.

- Do not use AI to produce your gift, be it to produce the prompts or to produce your art / written work.

- Avoid character bashing, kinkshaming, and ship wars. If one fits in your DNW (ex: You absolutely do not want Obikin content), mention it politely. This is an event for everyone to have fun! The fandom is wide, and there is space for everyone.

If any of the above rules is not respected, mods reserve the right to ban you from this and any future Vaderkin Community events.

By participating in this exchange, you commit yourself to producing one art piece if you sign up as an artist, one written fic if you sign up as writer, or one artwork and one fic if you sign up as both. If you can't complete your work, you must warn one of the mods at least one week before the deadline.

Please don’t forget to comment on your gift, even a small ’thank you’ to the artist/writer is better than nothing and will make everyone very happy!

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FAQ

Can I draw a comic? Yes, a comic panel will be counted as an art piece.

Can I write a multi chapter story? Sure! Feel free to! But your first chapter must be able to pass as a one shot, and be finished by the writing deadline.

I missed the sign up deadline (27th April), can I still join? No, but you can still join during the Drawing Festival! The final event is open to everyone.

I only joined as an artist/writer but also wanted to participate as the other one. Same answer. The sign up closes in order for us to properly match everyone. But don’t hesitate to join and give gifts for the Drawing Festival!

Someone else also have the same writing prompt/art prompt/giftee as me, is this normal? Yes, this is how we balance the number difference between writers and artists. Prompt interpretation varies from person to person!

Can I do several art/fic works? Sure! In the case of art pieces, it will allow the writer to choose from which picture to draw inspiration from, like receiving several prompts, so several art pieces is highly encouraged!

I cannot finish my work in time, what do I do? Contact us ASAP and tell us your estimated delay. If you are an artist, keep in mind that your gifter cannot begin their writing work before your art piece is published.

I do not wish to participate anymore, what do I do? Contact us ASAP. Please try not to drop out right before the deadline, as we may have to create a work to replace yours.

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Gift for @zilentdreamer as part of the Fandomtrees fest!

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Stargazing

Gift for @arien-elensar as part of the Fandomtrees fest!

I paid special attention to which constellation to put in the sky.

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Gift for @marquisguyun as part of the Fandomtrees fest!

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『R ea de r』

Gift for Geraineon as part of the Fandomtrees fest!

Small bonus piece:

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I’ve been devored by ORV feelings.

Those who have read the novel will recognise the canon divergence I tried to express here~ chap 310 ep 59, if anyone wonders.

Also this is dedicated to @a-mel-tomelts for being my fandom buddy. 🎶

Spoilers ahead.

So I’ve been wondering. What if Yoo Joonghyuk took the star? What if he took control over Dokja’s life and death, like Anna Croft did to him in the past? (How efficient would it be in stopping that idiot from dying all over and over again?) Also Dokja being the loophole escapist that he is, how would he react from this ’betrayal’? (An earlier divorce arc? XD) Would he even be able to find such a loophole? If he escape, would the KimCom even ever see his face again? (I smell whump and violence xd. And angst~)

I mean I wonder if the KimCom would be ’finally a way to keep their squid in sight’ or consider that YJH went ’too far’. Yoo Sangah do love that golden headband of her after all~

Would YJH feel guilty? Feel like he broke a friendship that could have been, and by forcing his will on Dokja, lose his only way out of loneliness? How does he bear the consequences of the title ’Traitor’ from this scenario? (Or could it be the only way for Dokja to not run away and reach his ending? But wouldn’t such an act create only a distorted reflection of the wished happy ending, one without free will, thus being yet another tragedy?)

What do you guys think? :3

Also how does the star work. They just said it gave ’right over life and death’ and that it was used to forced YJH to obey all of Anna Croft’s commands (which he did despite his regression power — meaning he wasn’t in a position where he could have killed himself.)

This can either go full crack and hilarious or terribly wrong.

Please join me in the brainrot~ I just love betrayal and cat and mouse games too much~

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Playing in The Snow Field

Here is a picture of Toothless I drew as gift for @chonaku-things as part of the christmas gift event, for the theme "Hiver Cozy". I had a lot of fun exploring with the digitial oil, tool!

Honestly, I just needed an excuse to draw Toothless like one of those foxes hunting in winter :3

My main model, for those who want to see the fox responsible for this picture :

Credit for the picture: DEBY DIXON

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Santa Lucia

Long ago in a faraway kindgom, there were white singing dragons pushing away the Darkness. For this, the white dragons were chained and placed along the border. As long as the dragons sang, the invading darkness was stopped. As long as the dragons sang, the kingdom was protected.  

The white dragons could not sing forever however. They whistled and whispered for hours, for days and night. They whistled and whispered until their voice broke and no sound escaped the broken throat. When that happened, the protection broke, and the Darkness entered— killing the failed singer.

This is the story of a small white dragon, raised to its mother’s songs amidst the clicking of her chains. Its mother sang and sang and sang; until the day she didn’t. Until the day the Darkness— and the creatures hidden in its midst— tore her throat away.

Confused and lost, the small dragon flew away. It flew beyond the kingdom full of chain, beyond the line of darkness. It flew until its wings had no strenght left to beat, and it crashed. The land beyond the darkness, it discovered, wss full of creatures similar to the ones that murdered its mother— dragons black as ink, eyes glinting crimson in the shadows. The black dragons, it painfully discovered, held no love for its kind.

The pure shine of its feather claimed it loudly as a singer, and so the dragon rolled itself into ashes until its fluff was more grey than white. It rolled in the dirt again for good measure, until its feathers were painted so dark no one could distinguish it from the local natural black.

Thus covered, the other dragons began to interact with more than beating and mean words. They welcomed it as one of theirs, unaware of its deception. That is, until one of them spotted a clump of white beneath its daily grim layer, and poured water over it to reveal its disguise.

Injured and betrayed, the small dragon flew away. Its body was too hurt to sustain it for very long however, and with a last flap it fell unconscious, crashing right at the doorstep of an isolated nest.

The nest belong to a powerful but excentric archdragon. Upon seeing the young, the black dragon took it in. The black dragon took no head of the color difference or the threat the young held, helping it hide the white fluff instead as it adopted the young as its own. Under its care, the white dragon learnt and grew.

As it grew, its power grew with it. More and more, the white dragon felt the temptation to sing, calling upon it its natural shield as it shone beyond the protecting ink covering its feather. It yearned to understand the place it had been borned to. It yearned to protect the land that hated its kind yet - through its mentor - cared for it until it had become the dragon it was today. No one knew what layed beyond the singers shield. No black dragon had ever crossed it.

So, when the opportunity arose, the white dragon said goodbye to its mentor and left for the border. Soon, it saw the soldiers of its country— black as ink, broadcasting defensive Darkness— and the slaves of their enemies— as white as the purest light, and singing, always.

Looking beyond the singers protection, the dragon saw a city. A dead city made of stone and bricks, devoid of the warmth of life. It was filled with small, bipedic creatures: men. As a singer, the dragon effortlessly passed the shield of its kind, investigating the curious buildings to its leasure. The ’men’ screamed and cried, too weak and small to bring it any harm. How had such creatures ever imprisoned its kind?

The answer was brought by ropes and chains, thrown accross its limbs and back until the dragon could barely move. It struggled and roared, but to no avail. It lost its war against the pulls of the binds. It was trapped.

The men led it to a pole, and tied it to its chains. The paint had rubbed off during the fight and its feathers appeared white again. It raised its head, and faced with an army of red eyes wanting nothing more than to tear its throat (an army made of its brethren), it found no other choice: it sang. It sang for its life.

With the song, its shield arrose. It was a weak, pitiful thing— a thin barrier against the cruelty that would inevitably avail. Each breath made it falter. Each silence made it flicker. And so the white dragon sang until its voice broke.  It sand as its throat began to hurt from the lack of water. It sang even as the air rubbed its lungs like sandpaper. It sang until sound refused to come out, and its shield failed.

The black dragons laying in wait wasted no time to jump on it, ready to finish it off. No bargain reached their ears. No begging stilled their claws. The white dragon readied itself and fought, teeth for teeth, despite the constraint of chains. Lacerations covered both it and is oponent skin. A metallic taste filled its mouth. Its whole body felt on fire, tensing, flinching, warping. It wasn’t enough. The black dragons were too many.

The white dragon was ready to give up when a dark shadow fell from the sky, roaring. Its mentor had arrived. Eccentric or not, under the full wrath of an archdragon, the army agreed to disperse. They gave them enough space for the young singer to take a staggering breath, and for the elder to free it. 

The chains fell, broken. The mentor pushed its youngling forward, rumbling soothing murmur, until it rose back on four paws, ready to fly. The two dragons left the kingdoms at war, not staying long enough to see the army’s next attack or the men mending of the border breach. The pair flew away from both cursed lands, and never looked back.

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Little gift for Saï-Lin, following the theme Coincé sous la neige (Trapped under the snow) of L’échange de Noël event, for the fandom Karneval.

Nai is cute no matter what. I had a lot of fun drawing him!! (I’ve always loved his creature form so much).

White background version:

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Solitude

Fanart cadeau pour @amethystsworld , suivant ses thèmes Dépression Saisonnière et Chaud/Froid de l’échange de Noël, pour le fandom de Merlin (BBC) !

C’était hyper satisfaisant de peindre ce paysage couleur de glace et de feu 🎶 Merlin qui marche seul vers l’horizon... est le poid du destin :3

Version légèrement différente pour les curieux :

(J’aime bien le côté ’passé présent future’ que donne les trois ombres en superposition, mais cela cache un peu le symbolisme)

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Nemo fanart for @ash--00 ’s amazing wingfic Trône de Chair et de Sang

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