#All I have is really bad an unfinished sketches which are both really bad and really unfinished

[fandomsfordays21]

My "Ink Sans" AU

So, I've had this idea for a while, but I'm sharing it now due to my mutuals @mrgrimreaper1 and @t3m1 encouraging me, and because they shared their own ocs. (Go check them out Sketch!Sans is pretty cool)

Basically, I was thinking a bit too hard about Ink's backstory, and I started feeling really bad about the others in his universe. This was especially true for his Papyrus, since he was the only other person in _____!tale that showed any form of emotions.

Then I got onto a train of thought about Ink's creator specifically. We know they dropped the idea of Ink's universe when drawing became a chore, leaving the sketches unfinished, but nothing else about them. I got to thinking, what if Ink's creator was to come back? What if they came back and finished I _____!tale after Ink was gone?

That brings us to Sketchtale, also known as the Completed Concept AU for those outside of the UTMV.

For the basics, Sketchtale is the universe that _____!tale was supposed to be, or at least a reworked version of it. The Creator, after a long while, rejoins the Undertale Fandom and decides to revisit their unfinished au from all that time ago. The name "Sketchtale" is meant to reference that it was left as a sketch for a long time.

Sketchtale is a universe based entirely off of art and multiple art forms, each area of the Underground being based off of certain mediums.

Ruins: Sculpture, carvings, engravings, mosaics.

Snowdin: Graphite and colored pencil, crayon, marker, charcoal.

Waterfall: Watercolors, paints of any variety, resin.

Hotland: Glassblowing, pottery, metalworking. (Art done with/using technology is also found here, but it's more common around the CORE and is not the main art medium.)

New Home/The castle: Knitting, sewing, crotchet, quilt and clothes making.

I'll make posts about individual characters later, but Monsters as a whole have some unique qualities that are important to know.

Monsters in Sketchtale have colored SOULs, with each monster having 1 or 2 unique colors. These colors are not Traits, like they are in Humans, and are instead types of Magic. Each color has specific abilities, with having more than one color being both rare and powerful. (Most bosses in the game have dual-colored SOULs.) A monster who has absorbed 7 Human SOULs gains a special, incredibly powerful SOUL type, called a Prism SOUL or God SOUL, that can use all colors at once.

A Monster's Magic will express its color(s) by binding to one or more specific utensils or mediums, which will be used in battle. (Imagine every Monster in Sketchtale as having their own Broomie, or having the specific paint magics.)

I'll have a separate post with diagrams and charts once I draw them, but I hope this post is clear enough to understand. This is just a very basic rundown of the AU, so if anyone has questions or wants specific details about Sketchtale, my askbox is open.

This is kind of a half-baked idea for now, so things are open to change and I will have to finish developing certain details and characters, but I'm willing to keep working if you guys like this idea. I have a lot of cool stuff planned for the Sans (Doodle) and Papyrus (Sketch) of this au and some angst ideas that I'm excited to share, so stay tuned!

[strrykais]

lie with you - not a date 📖

word count 1k.? (i lost track)

jisung was shitting bricks. he rarely has people come into his sanctuary, and much less girls. he has only had a total number of 3 girls in here. one his mom, two his ex and the last was you.

you made jisung really nervous, he fully couldn’t understand why. he kind of just pinned it on his social anxiety and went along his day. you were always so kind to him and you never really pushed him to do things that made him uncomfortable. in all honesty it started the day yall got stuck in the elevator. thats when the little feeling in his stomach started to form.

so with 7:30 creeping up on him, jisung is pacing the apartments living room trying to calm his beating heart.

“ji you okay? you look like you are gonna throw up.” donghyuck says walking out the smush room getting it ready for his one nighter.

“yeah im fine.” jisung quickly dismisses donghyuck wiping his sweaty hands on the front of his jeans.

“don’t be so nervous its just yn. you will be fine.” he says patting his hand on jisungs shoulder. “its almost 7:30 you should probably head down there.”

“yeah you are right. it will be fine!” jisung wasnt so convinced. grabbing his belongings, he ops to take the stairs to buy him some more time before he had to face the music.

the knock on the door doesn’t even catch you by surprise. jisung was always punctual, so when you opened the door the wind blowing the small pieces of your hair back, you give a bright smile to jisung on the other side.

“come in, let me grab my jacket. im not sure how cold you keep it in the studio!” you say with a big smile of excitement. you loved that jisung was letting you into his art life. you wanted to show him you cared so of course when he offered the opportunity to see his studio you couldnt say no.

the walk to jisung’s studio was quiet, but in a calming way. jisung was too focus on not making a fool of himself. he was worried he would say the wrong thing and have you running for the hills. but he knew you would never especially when you basically watched him embarrass himself in the elevator last time.

you were more focus on your boyfriend, he hasn’t messaged you back since you told him you were helping out a friend. was he upset? mad at you? you weren’t sure why. you both could of been together tonight but when work calls he always answers. before you could go further into self doubt jisungs smooth voice pulls you out.

“im sorry were you saying something?” you asked. jisung gives you a small smile, pointing up at the skies the beautiful reds, pinks and blues mixing. “my favorite part of the day, its always been my favorite to paint.”

“crazy because this is my favorite time too. right before the stars come out.” jisung gives out a breathy laugh leading the both of you to what you assume is the studio.

it was a lot smaller than you envisioned it, in the corner sat a desk with scattered sketches and charcoal. on the other was an unfinished painting of a beautiful sunset.

“its cozy in here” you say breathing in the smell of the chemicals of the paint he had left out which now was hard as rock stuck to the palette.

you continued to walk around the studio jisung close behind. the last of the sun shinning through the large windows showing the outside world. you suddenly stop, causing jisung to slightly bump into you. he mumbles out a sorry but you didn’t hear him your eyes caught something.

“you haven’t used the paintbrushes i got you? they are nice you should use them!” you say reaching out to softly touch the bristles.

rubbing the back of his neck, jisung nervously laughs. “yeah i didnt want to ruin something like this. it was from you and i wanna treasure it.”

you smile at him “its a gift for you to use, if you really mess them up that bad ill just get you some new ones okay?”

“promise?” jisung helds out his pinky. you glance down at his much larger hand and wrapped your smaller pinky around his “promise.”

jisung smiled and lead you to the desk of unfinished charcoal drawing, “im working on shadowing with charcoal wanna be model” he says looking at you while you stare at the beautiful drawings he had laid around.

“yeah how do you want me.” you perked up ready to listen to whatever jisung said. ears turning red, he leads you to a stool and sits you down.

you guys hung out well past midnight chatting and playing around in his studio. he showed you the art in mastering charcoal drawings and on the way home you showed him the star constellations in the sky.

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a/n : i was eating in the first half… maybe writing isnt for me. this was kinda bad….

tags : @onlyhyunjin

[utilitycaster]

you getting push back on that post is crazy to me isn't it enough to watch and get invested in something for what it is currently rather than what it will be? I have so many unfinished projects in my own life it'd be crazy to demand polished completion from everything I watch/read. my unfinished sketches and embroidery and abandoned dnd campaigns still brought joy and growth without having a polished thing to present at the end

So what's funny to me is like. I have referenced this before here and elsewhere but like, as a child, I was SO bad at ambiguous and sad endings and my mother was like, not unkind about this, but neither did she coddle it, and I think that laid a groundwork that was really necessary.

My tags, which got lost bc I did NOT expect that post to break containment, do actually touch on how Netflix and other streaming services canceling things to avoid paying people a fair wage fucking suck but yeah here's a list of creative endeavors I participated in or watched/listened to/read that do not as of this posting have endings and I still liked, and many of them aren't even directly attributable to capitalism because this is just a fact of life and art.

As mentioned, both A Song of Ice and Fire and the Kingkiller Chronicles.

Multiple D&D campaigns for sure (I actually don't make D&D characters without a game in mind and find it weird that people do and so I'm like why am I the one arguing for the beauty of the incomplete).

Multiple fics, both mine and others.

King Falls AM, a podcast I binged in like 2018-2019 and despite being a mystery never actually completed bc the creators couldn't agree.

I think Battlestar Galactica 2003 is one of the most brilliant shows of its era and also the finale, which happened when the creators intended it to, is really dumb, and that doesn't undo the fact that I loved everything else.

How I Met Your Mother ends really poorly in a way that arguably undercuts the whole series, but like, I still liked that too.

Ditto for Chuck, which also struggles in that it was on the chopping block most seasons so they kept ending in ways that probably weren't true to whatever the original vision may have been.

I saw Firefly on DVD after it had already been canceled, I think Serenity is good but I don't love all the choices, and Joss Whedon has since been revealed to be a dick but like, I enjoyed myself greatly while watching it.

As mentioned, Heroes. I didn't watch much TV until my teens anyway because we didn't have cable and our reception sucked and we were very much a book household, and this was one of the first series I recall watching from season 1 and it's also the first TV series where I was like yeah I don't care anymore, and it went on for 4 seasons and I think I gave up either late S2 or early S3.

I didn't watch Supernatural, Game of Thrones, nor Grey's Anatomy but all of those are famous for outstaying their welcome, sometimes it's better to burn out than fade away, etc.

I had already long outgrown Harry Potter and started to see its limitations by the time Rowling's transphobia became public but like, now it's not something I would ever recommend to my friends' kids or anything, and that doesn't undo the fact that I did greatly enjoy it as a child and teenager; it was indirectly the reason why I was introduced to the superior fantasy of Diana Wynne Jones, which I do still reread from time to time. (I think the "well I never liked it" mentality about works from artists who end up being terrible people is tied into the "I can't get invested in anything that might end in an unsatisfying manner." Tumblr University's media studies grads are not the brightest stars in the firmament, that's for sure.)

Like, cancellation (let alone cancellation specifically because of the unique shittiness of streaming services) is just one of the many reason things might end in a way you dislike or become difficult for you to enjoy at a later date, and that's just talking about television. Are you really going to deny yourself the joy of anticipation and watching a story unfold in real-time because the thought of something not satisfying you at every single turn is so unfathomable?

(oh, and because this is, as we know, a CR blog much of the time, I should add that this mentality is really pervasive which is wild because your average 3-season canceled Netflix show is probably the equivalent of maybe 9-10 CR episodes; thinking about how many people who now claim C2 is terrible watched 141 episodes and also the person who is iconic to me who unironically asked me what the point was in getting invested in characters who will die re: Chetney)

[teacupfullofroses27]

You guys get more Wonderland content because I feel bad for being busy

here's an unfinished sketch of just Jax, Pomni's supposed to be in this one but she is. not in it yet. But he is! looking down patronizingly at no one, for the time being. Here's a little segment from the first chapter if you wanna read it

Or don't if you don't wanna spoil yourself, I'll post it on Ao3 when it's all done :>

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Echoing from the tunnel came a man’s voice with a tone filled with annoyance. 

“Great, clock’s running slow. Man, I really don’t want to stop by the Hatter. Already late enough as is.”

The woman stopped. ‘Another person! Finally!’ She thought, wasting no time as she ran through the tunnel, and straight into whoever was standing there. Both where sent tumbling to the ground. 

“Sorry! I’m so sorry! Plea-“ She starts, fumbling to her feet, until she looks at the man she so rudely collided with. Or rather, the rabbit. He was tall for a rabbit. It couldn’t have possibly been the same one she saw earlier, could it? but he was purple, and donned a pink waistcoat. ‘Well, it is possible,’ she thought. After all, how many rabbits happened to be purple and preferred to wear pink waistcoats? But now the rabbit was so cartoonish, so lanky. 

“Wh- what? Who are you?!”

The rabbit smiled wide, revealing his very yellow teeth, which happened to be the same hue of his eyes. Gross. He groaned as he made an effort to stand, towering a good bit over the woman. 

“You know, I could ask you the same. Why don’t you answer that first?” His tone was equal parts menacing and mischievous. 

She stared at the creature that should’ve been impossible. But, then again, a good number of impossible things had happened that day. 

Her eyes darted around from block to colorful block, stalling while she tried to form some sort of answer in her mind. “I… actually don’t know.” She stared down at her clasped hands in embarrassment. The rabbit didn’t say anything, still eyeing her and smiling. The woman never thought a rabbit of all things could be unsettling. But here she was, very much feeling unsettled. 

“So you’re new, that’s good to know.” He finally spoke, and promptly turned around. “Well, It’s been real fun, but I’ve got places to be. Ta-ta now!” 

“HEY WAIT!” She called after him, giving chase through the winding tunnel. “WHERE AM I? WHO ARE YOU?”

He left her questions unanswered as he bolted with remarkable speed. The woman kept chasing him. She hoped the tunnel wasn’t as long as the hole she fell through. She could barely see him now, he was just too quick. She thought of another question to throw at him.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘I’M NEW?’” 

She saw him look back at her for a moment to send a teasing smile, only to then turn back as he picked up speed. She huffed as she grabbed at her annoyingly puffy skirt and continued to give chase. Light filled the tunnel as the end came into sight. He was too far ahead of her now, he made it out. He raced to the end of the hall, and stood a wall full of doors of all shapes and sizes. He was stopped, she could catch up. She heard something clattering, he was holding something. Keys. a large chain of them. He filed through each of them, until he held one up victoriously. 

Something metallic clattered against the floor. She wondered if he noticed. 

The woman so was close, practically inches away, but the rabbit had unlocked the door and slipped through, just in the knick of time. 

She slammed into the door, and thumped her fist on it out of frustration. She tried at the knob, but no luck. 

“HEY! COME BACK!” She pressed her face to the keyhole and yelled. She let out a huff, and stomped a foot on the ground. It landed unevenly. She lifted it to see a small, golden key underneath. She snatched it between her fingers. 

“HAH! HEY, YOU LOST A KEY! B-BUT IT’S MINE NOW! CAUSE-“ She called, confidence waining as she realized he probably didn’t hear her, or care. 

“Cause, I-! I Found it…” 

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That's all u get mwehehe you'll have to wait for the rest- also this one will have illustrations like my other fic

[erroramended-blog]

Sketch dump extravaganza!

So, the end is near. The end of the owl house that is. I’m excited, and nervous, and happy and sad, and all sorts of other feelings all at once. This show really meant a lot to me, and this is the first time I’ve ever been THIS involved in making stuff for a fandom. It really helped me grow in both my art and my writing, so as a sort of sent off, I put together this! It’s a look back on my Owl house journey in the form of sketches I never posted, process pics, and unfinished works, along with some creator commentary!

Starting it off with a ton of Hunter! Hes been my most drawn victim subject, and one of my top faves. Above is a number of sketches I never finished and a few alternate goof arounds. Sometimes when I feel stuck trying to capture an expression I draw the most basic version of what I wanna get across, both for my amusement and to get out of the funk. More to see below the cut.

This next one was started during the hiatus after Yesterdays Lie and never finished. It proved a bit too challenging at the time.

That background was waaay above my skill level at the time, so this is as far as I got. You’ll notice, Willow is the only fully drawn character. I just really liked how she was coming out.

I already wanted Hunter to be part of the friend gang before he’d even met Willow and Gus, and I wanted them all to have a fun human realm adventure hiking and having a picnic. Here are some sketch highlights.

Hunter found a good walking stick, and then Flapjack found one too. Ghost in a cat backpack, Gus with a dandelion.

Next up is an early imagining of what Belos’s final form might look like.

With a scared Hunter for scale. It was also related to my long running fanfic (good days bad days and all the days in between)  written during that same hiatus along with a few other arts.

Hunter was not the only character I liked to make suffer. Here are a few Raine sketches related to that fic (on the right) and a few unfinished pieces from after we met Terra (On the left)

Next up, in a continuation of the Raine suffering. (And my terrible goofy looking thumbnail sketch on the upper left.)

Sketches from my happy then sad Raine and Eda fanart, featuring dead (or mostly dead) Raine. Fun fact, both the content, and style used here were inspired by the short animated film Fuelled, in which a cat wife seeks revenge for the murder of her cat husband. (Ok, it was actually inspired by a Fuelled fan AMV set to Mitski’s Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear, but still, beautiful film, go check it out.) For a change of pace, here’s something cute.

Big happy family with young bats, and baby Hunter. This was going to be for an unfinished fic I started in which the bats are already Raine’s adopted kids, and, unable to let baby Hunter suffer, Raine kidnaps him, and goes to Eda for help. Happy family shenanigans ensue.  Here’s a chunk of that fic. (and we’re back to suffering for both Raine and Hunter, so be warned) -- “Eda, I-I am so sorry to show up like this, but—” Raine swallowed hard, and looked over their shoulder into the distance. Fear in their eyes, like something was going to pop out of the woods and get them. “I did something...and I am in so much trouble and...and I didn’t know who else to turn to.” The kids behind them looked up at her with a mix of fear and hope. One of the younger ones clung to Raine’s pant leg, looking especially weary. “You owe me an explanation.” She said, stepping aside. “But it can wait. Get in here.” “Thank you,” They said, sounding beyond relieved, and absolutely exhausted. The kids followed them inside, and Eda paused in the doorway, looked out into the night, unsure what she was expecting to see. Nothing was out there. “Hey, Hooty.” Eda said quietly. The house demon sleepily gave a hoot of acknowledgment “Keep an eye out. Let me know if you see anything.”  With that she shut the door, and turned to face the...complicated situation she was suddenly faced with. Raine had set the youngest child down on her couch. There was a wad of bloody gauze secured to the kids ear. “Do you have any healing supplies?” Raine asked, firmly focused on the injured ear. “Anything for pain?”  

“Yeah.. uh, I’ll grab um.” she said, moving to fetch the kit. The whole situation was bizarre and confusing, but getting everyone taken care of had to be the first priority.

One of the kids followed her. 

“Do you have any food?” The little pony-tailed kid asked. Truth be told, no, she didn’t. Not much anyway. She really needed to keep more around, especially now that she had— oh, she should mention that. It’s a good thing he was a pretty heavy sleeper.

“Kitchens that way” She said, pointing “Don’t burn the place down. Help yourself to what you find. What are you, five?”

“I’m ten” The kid said “Hunter is five. I’m not five, I’m not a baby.”

“Good for you.” She said, digging through the half depleted healer's kit. “Don’t touch the bottle with the apple on it.”

“Katya,” Raine called, worry in their voice “Where did you go? Come back here please.”

“Sorry!” said the kid whose name was apparently Katya. The kid ran back to the living room, and Eda followed. She handed over the kit.

“It’s not much,” She said. “I can see about whipping up a pain potion. I gotta look up the doses for a kid — how old is...”

“I told you, Hunter is five!” Katya said, exasperated. 

“Katya, please.” Raine said, sounding more tired than frustrated. “Yes, he’s five.”

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Next up, an unfinished crossover between Owl House and Hades Town

Set to the song Doubt Comes In, with Raine as Orpheus and Eda as Eurydice. I never finished it because I didn’t like how it was turning out (and it was way to much work, lol.) But I still love the crossover. Some highlights below.

Next, sketches from things that did end up finished.

And a few alternate poses and expressions from finished stuff.

Here’s King, and an itty-bitty Eda.

And some post Kings Tide sketching.

Another happy family type sketch from waaay back

and lastly, me!

Its me as an owl house character, featuring a spider beast form, and non-binary cape! So there you have it!

In it’s final secret title message to us, Owl House thanked us for watching, so I want to thank it back for all the entertainment and inspiration it gave me (And thanks to those who have followed, liked, reblogged and commented on my art and writing along the way.). I’m gonna miss it, and I wish it hadn’t been cut short, but I’m looking forward to its last episode. Goodbye Owl House.

[rrinku98illusts]

Awake at the end of 2023 + Updates + Artbomb Incoming

Long time no see guys! And I hope you all doing well too. Firstly, I want to say thanks for all the support since 2015 (especially for the IG friends I met back there when I was new) till this day which a lot of you enjoyed my art! Almost a wonderful decade full of Lonks heh.

Maybe it's really a thing that I should separate hobby and work, since I'm working at a more professional creative work (illustrations, branding, UI UX and side stuff like working as video editor) which I'm currently passionate about, and I need to put aside fandom stuff for a while since I needed lots of time and space for managing my IRL stuff.

I felt bad too that I made some of my online + IRL friends worried, heh. I'm actually doing fine, better actually. Also trying to touch grass too, like actually going for a healthier lifestyle :D I've been investing my time for gym and morning walks.

However I'm planning a comeback again just to post some fresh art too, along side with a collab which I spent a long time to finish. Also including the ones that been sitting as an unfinished eternal WIP on my files! Here are some spoilers :

Collab Pieces (full color + random alt sketches of it)

Some old art + WIPs

New art that I recently made in mid 2023

As for future art (both LoZ / other fandom / personal art), I can't guarantee that I will upload often due to my limited time to do fandom stuff, but I can guarantee it'll to be more of polished quality rather than quantity. Hope you all have a nice day, and see you on the flipside :)

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

it's so nice to see an artist appreciate how far they've come, it's good to be proud of yourself :) i hope you're having a nice day

Thank you anon, it's a skill that I've been working on

Admittedly I'm at one of those points where I don't like my art very much. I can see all the flaws but don't yet have the skill to fix them, which is a normal but annoying as hell part of being an artist. I need to get really into life drawing for a while and not just leave everything at flat colours cause I hate the way it makes my art look unfinished and well, flat. But it's really important to not get so hung up on where you want to be that you miss how far you've come and oh man I'm tryin lol, taking time to acknowledge that yeah I am proud of my progress helps

Art is hard. Learning new skills is hard. It's easy to get caught up in looking at other artists final products and forget the hours and hours of learning and being bad at it that goes into this kind of stuff and I think seeing people admit both where they've grown and where they still struggle can be really helpful for people also struggling with their own art. Doesn't make filling sketchbook pages with shitty sketches of still life's any easier, but it's nice to know you aren't in it alone.

[alekthefox]

Alek's Archive

Containing fanfiction, fanart, headcanons, snippets, and memes. All in one place!

Current fandoms: HSR (a little Genshin).

Current ship focus: Aventurine/Ratio, Alhaitham/Kaveh, Aventurine/Sunday/Ratio. (Switch supremacy for all, we love variety in this temple.)

Requests: Closed

Commissions: SOON.

Vibes~

"I write porn the way I write poetry."

"They who greet the world with open arms, never to close; not to reject, not to hold."

"I'm opening the fucking game. I need to see this room to use it to its full potential."

Ophelia: " 'SEX DUNGEON ROOMBA' BRAND NEW SENTENCE."

Alek: "tHIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET ME OFF THE LEASH 'PHILIA"

It really depends on the weather what you'll get xD

Honkai Star Rail:

General idea "Powerless AU"

Miscellaneous:

Hanya sketch Fanart

Furina sketch Fanart

Xueyi sketch Fanart

"Overheating" 18+ Boothill/Reader on Tumblr and AO3 Oneshot fic

Snippet of Argenti/Reader fluff and same on AO3 Snippet

Aventurine/Dr. Ratio

Writing:

Mutual Hurt/Comfort, Ratio's POV "Which Domino Falls First?" and on AO3 Oneshot fic

18+ "Taste the Vigour" (9,008 words) Fanfic

18+ dom!Ratio POV "Bold & Italic, how I and You like it" on AO3 Oneshot fic

Headcanons about both being professors FLUFF Snippet/Headcanon

Sweet snippet of fluff, they choose each other Snippet

Aventurine teaching Ratio something (Sigonian) Snippet

Unfinished dialogue I have no clue what it's about Snippet

CHESS FIC I'M STRUGGLING TO MAKE BUT DON'T WORRY I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN

would quite literally die for each other (not treated seriously) Snippet

Topaz starring as the third-wheel Headcanon

WIP fic, asking for a dance scene. I'M NOT OBSESSED Snippet ("Taste the Vigour")

Playing UNO Snippet

sWord 18+ +Topaz is so done with them Snippet

18+ NSFW Headcanons

Memes (original):

Grinding

Little shit

Most annoying couple in every server

Ratio wants to leave the party so bad

Drawing:

Singer!Aventurine AU /Dr. Ratio (Still gotta do that symbolism essay and the fanfic)

18+ suggestive af car scene

Tension (eye strain warning)

18+ full render NSFW ratiorine

Aventurine/Sunday/Dr. Ratio

18+ half-joke Snippet

18+ NSFW Headcanons

Sunday

Drawing:

What if he could still soar?

Writing:

18+ NSFW Headcanons

Sunday/Dr. Ratio

Memes (original):

Reality

Moze/Jiaoqiu

Drawing:

CUTE

Genshin

Kaveh/Alhaitham

Writing:

Kaveh's secret sketchbook (sfw) Headcanon

... Alhaitham thirst-trapping headcanon... why did I share this thought?? Headcanon

Unpopular Opinion on their outfits in 14 words or less.

D&D AU headcanons Headcanon

Drawing:

Sketches of both traditional

Bungou Stray Dogs

Chuuya/Dazai

Drawing:

Redraw of scene

Writing:

AO3 Hurt/Comfort "Cycle of One Last Time" (Chuuya takes care of Dazai) Oneshot fic

AO3 Hurt/Comfort "His Savior Yet Again" (Dazai takes care of Chuuya) Oneshot fic

(these are old af)

My Hero Academia:

Drawing:

Eri and Aizawa having a tea party

(this is old af)

[marinersubmariner]

I don't normally like to show WIP/sketchy/unfinished artwork because my process is a complete mess and I'm embarrassed by how bad it all is before I reach a point where I'm satisfied enough to call something done. That being said, as the AI inundation is upon us, it feels valuable to share the human trial and error and my own manic desperation that goes into making art. I always spend too much time on stuff that ends up looking like it should not have taken that much time, but I REALLY overcooked my last drawing and fried my own brain. Trying to draw a speeder bike was torture. Here's some of the goofy shit I did!

I really had intended to simply draw an existing speeder bike, but as I considered the ~aesthetic~ I wanted and examined the standard ROTJ-style bike, it wasn't working for me. In terms of motorcycles they're too much like choppers for my taste when I vastly prefer the chunky '80s futurism/cyberpunk/mecha anime look (clearly, since this started out as an Akira reference). But. I have zero expertise in mechanical design or even concept art itself. I do not know how vehicles work or how to draw them. And referencing either real or fictional motorcycles isn't a huge help because they have wheels to focus the design around, which of course hover bikes don't have.

So obviously trying to both design a speeder and draw it in perspective was really difficult to wrap my brain around. I started out by photographing one of my old '90s Micro Machines for reference, but it wasn't exactly useful for extrapolating the shape into a new design:

I sketched out some profiles, but, again, tough to convert to 3D using only my very weak power of imagination:

The only 3D-adjacent tool I know well enough to use is After Effects, which is a poor substitute for a real 3D modeler because it can really only do flat planes and basic shape extrusion, and it was too cumbersome for this. I started to try it and it sucked:

"Just learn a 3D program," you say. "Blender is free." WELL. Maybe someday. But not today. So I resorted to building it in miniature out of cardboard:

This is less mortifying than taking pose reference photos of myself (which I have done a lot! it's a great way to make yourself feel like a complete lunatic!!!) but it was also more work, so. Still makes me feel like a lunatic.

Thankfully it did make it possible for me to finally draw something. The design isn't groundbreaking, and I still have absolutely no idea how to create convincing mechanical details despite poring over mountains of concept art… but an attempt was made. My perspective is probably still out of whack because, despite having studied art throughout my entire academic career, I never officially learned all those multipoint perspective tricks, drawing cubes inside of cubes, etc. I've always preferred and been much better at organic shapes than anything mechanical or architectural.

My initial iterations were more X-Wing/BSG Viper-esque, but I kept being unhappy with the nose shape. I wanted it to be pointy and triangular but I couldn't add enough detail to make it interesting. Even after building it MULTIPLE TIMES I didn't like it, so the shape I ultimately landed on… wasn't one of the prototypes I built. LOL. It was just so hard to tell in the earlier stages, so I had to go through the whole refining process just to land on "nah." It looked alright in cardboard, and then translating it to line art, and then once I colored it I didn't like it. It would have been a lot easier if I could tell at an earlier stage than that!!!!!!

There wasn't any one ship/vehicle I referenced, but things I looked at for inspiration included: the Akira bike (obviously), Tron lightcycles, every time we've ever seen a speeder bike in any piece of Star Wars media, actual motorcycles, X-Wings, A-Wings, U-Wings, Jedi Vectors… etc.

Once I had settled on the split nose, I tried adding vertical stabilizers to the tail section for some more interest back there and to balance out the front, but even though I liked them I thought they made it too busy. It also started to look too much like a miniature ship instead of a bike, like he was riding one of those coin-operated kiddie rides. No!!! I wanted this to look cool!!! So I stuck with the nondescript tail section.

Pose and likeness referencing aren't very exciting but just know that I use a mishmash of references for literally everything. Normally I would pose myself (even though translating my own blobby female proportions into those of a large man is another layer of awkward difficulty), but riding a speeder is a tough action to recreate so I downloaded the "MagicPoser" app on my phone and used that instead. The basic version is free and you can move around limbs and joints in their normal range of motion—some of it gets rubbery, but for the most part it did what I needed it to do.

Also just had to make up an excuse to put him in a pilot helmet! The shape is based on a Y-Wing helmet—a personal favorite of mine—which made sense to me for using on a speeder since it has more face coverage like motorcycle helmets tend to have. (not that I drew him actually wearing it on the speeder, haha. safety first, kids!!—UNLESS you're a dumbass space wizard, then just do whatever looks cool.) I really waffled back and forth on what color to make the visor, because I'm extremely partial to the pink from the Y-Wing helmet, but ultimately I went with the more traditional yellow-orange. Either one looks good with blue and white so I still like 'em both.

This all feels like it was an enormous waste of time, but I did realize the thing that was in my head, so. I guess that's an accomplishment. Unfortunately the problem with making art for myself is that I invariably end up hating my own work, and being in a dead/dying fandom on a dead/dying platform means there is very little external validation to counteract the self-loathing brain worms. Agony!

[fandomsfordays21]

I've recently been getting more in touch with my kintype, which has overall been great. I've been getting some memories and have been using those to feel actualized and comfortable with who I am. The problem, though, is that I've started missing some of the people I knew from my source/my cannon. I'm posting this partially to vent about it, but also so I don't forget these things. They feel so precious, and even though they make me feel kinda sad when I think of them, I still need to remember.

I miss the other Stars. Dream fussed over me all the time, and it was annoying, but now I miss being cared for like that. His aura was really warm and comforting too, even though it didn't have the same effects on me (Being soulless and all) it was really nice. His aura felt similar to being in a warm room? Like when you bundle up in a blanket with a warm cup of tea? It felt like that. I miss it... I've been wrapped up in blankets all day but it just isn't the same. Even though Dream wasn't the best cook, he baked pretty well... He made a lot of stuff that had honey in it... I can't remember what it was called... Some sort of flakey pastry that had a type of honey taste? Or was it apple? I need to find it again...

I miss Blue, too. He was really fun to be around... We would talk with each other for hours about random things. I would forget most of what we said to each other later, but I wrote some of it on my scarf. I liked talking with him... He banned me from the kitchen because I kept accidentally setting things on fire. He gave the best hugs. Dream did too, but Blue gave really strong and energetic hugs. Blue hugged by running up and crashing into you as he wrapped his arms around you. Dream was a lot softer with it, but I loved hugging both of them...

I miss Error a lot too, which is probably surprising to a lot of people, but not at all to me. I liked to bother him. We would call each other names and beat each other up, only to meet in Outertale later where we would stargaze together. I would talk, he would knit and grumble along. I don't know if he was listening, but I hope he was. He was a jerk sometimes, yeah, but so was I. He'd yell a lot, I thought it was funny. One time he got so mad that he just crashed immediately before he could even react. I almost died that day. We were opposites, enemies, yada yada, whatever word you want to use... But we got along sometimes... One time he even let me on the beanbag! I didn't understand a word of what the people in Undernovela were saying, but the drama was so entertaining!

I really miss my kids too... God I miss my kids. I had three, Palette, PJ, and Gradient. Palette was the oldest, he was really energetic and like to run around. He liked to touch, holding hands, hugging, snuggling. He really liked to be carried. I can't remember how he used to do his art... That hurts so much... I need to remember that... Palette was quite literally a mix between me and Dream, a ray of sunshine, while also being the sun. (As in, he was just a flaming ball of burning energy). And then there was PJ. He's the middle child. You could tell. He was all angsty teen-ish. I didn't know how to handle that. He liked to craft stuff. He really liked clay. He was grumpy all the time, took after Error, (Which is funny because he looked and dressed more like me.) And then Gradient, or Grey, he was just a pure bundle of anxiety. He was always clinging to either me or Error. Clothes, hands, he had to be touching us at all times. He got a bit better about it as he got older, but he always had to have his hoodie on and sometimes had to have a plushie or something. I gave him a drawing tablet. He had bad problems with motivation and confidence. I tried to help him as best I could, but there were mostly just unfinished sketches on there. (I can't remember Gray's exact artstyle, but I know I loved it.) Gray had panic attacks a lot. I never knew what to do. It was scary... Error had to help most of the time.

...I feel like such a bad parent... I should have been more involved... I might never see them again... I'm fucking devastated right now.

I haven't gotten many concrete memories surrounding most of these people, mostly flashes or sensations, but they're precious all the same...

[blindecho6]

Leo with friends

Old drawing and a bit of lore under the cut :d

This drawing is a redraw, but I never poster the original which was made almost a year ago. I didn't liked how the anatomy and rendering were turing out so it got scrapped forever unfinished. I also don't like how I gave everone a different shade of green :/ (It's a uniform. Nothing bat with everyone having the same shade of green. I really don't know what I was doing there.)

The second drawing is a sketch that I'll probably never finish. It's Lily discussing something with Leo who's watching a movie.

Now onto Leo's lore explained poorly:

Leonard is adoptive brother of Lily (well, Lily is the adopted one). He's about a year older then her. Human with magical powers. He also has a younger sister (bilogical one, without a name since I'm bad at names).

Leo's power is related to healing. I'm not gonna explain much about how exactly it works , because I'm not sure how to do it so everyone can understand what I mean, but basically he "shares" this person's pain when he heals them. He's not sharing the wounds themselves.

He goes to very prestigious magical school that specializes in healing magic. The green/yellow uniform is from this school (just imagine thet the yellow emblems have school logo. I just couldn't figure out how it will look like so I left it blank). The two people beside him are his friends who obviously also have some kind of healing magic (what kind exactly isn't really important). None of them have names yet. Leo has always had an obvious crush on one of them, but never said anything about it out loud, so both of them pretend they don't know anything (which Leo also realizes that they are doing). Yes, Leo is gay.

Btw. All prestigious magical school in this unverse have atrocious color combinations. E.g. One specializing in animal commuication uses red and green bandanas as their recognizable "symbol". No uniforms, since working with animals can easly get dirty and tear the clothes.

The dog in the second sketch is Lily's. He's named As (which means Ace in Polish), but Leo is taking care of it, since Lily can't have pets at her new place. He doesn't mind it and quite likes the additional company he's got.

[incompetent-witch]

About The Blogger;

Eclectic Witch

I am here, and I am 🌈QUEER

She/her pronouns (That could change)

Bisexual (With a huge preference for girls)

Bipolar type 2. (haha. Double Bi…)

Narcolepsy type 1

25 years old

🎂 Birthday; February 12th :D

♒️Aquarius- 🌙Virgo moon🌙

My beliefs are a mix of;

polytheism, (all the gods exist simultaneously)

Agnosticism; (I don’t know anything for sure. You gotta stay skeptic for things that can’t be proven by science. Everything should be taken with a grain of salt.)

A preference for the greek gods.

*Side note on the Greek gods thing. as basic and edgy in a cringe sort of way, I have a shrine to Thanatos and Hypnos. Due to my love for them and researching them i discovered the hades game because when trying to find YouTube videos on Hypnos, one of the only thing that showed up was the game hades. They’re obscure so i was really excited to see that they both had a pretty big role in the game. So you might see some posts here and there about the game.

Magic should be for fun!!! If it becomes distressing, then you got to take a step back

It’s really important that you understand that I absolutely hate hate hate pseudoscience and crystal healing and the current bastardization of chakras. If you want to learn about that stuff, probably don’t get new age books on it. (Herbs are good though. Lots of vitamins lmao)

If a white lady with dreadlocks starts talking about spirituality, RUN.

If something directly contradicts science in a way that dismisses it, That just not the vibe. Science above all else please, that seems contradictory but it just loops back around to things like crystal healing. If you wanna use magic and spirituality to heal yourself, whatever man, that’s fine just take your meds first then do whatever you want.

More About Me, and What Posts You’ll See.

You’ll see a lot of reblogged art. I’m not sure if I’ll post much of my own. Most of my work is unfinished, and likely never will be finished. But I’ve been a serious artist since I was. Teenager. I’ve illustrated books, (I’m nervous to show it, because it could dox me… that and it’s really old work, and is not a good representation of what I’m capable of now.) And I’ve won a congressional award for a sketch I did at… 17? Can’t remember exactly how old I was.

I had to temporarily dropout of school due to the disability and mental illness I didn’t know I had at the time. It was rough, and I blamed myself for being incompetent. I thought everyone was as tired as me all the time, and could just function better. I was homeschooled, so I wasn’t in an environment where they would have noticed something was off about me. My parents weren’t exactly qualified to teach, and were incredibly medically neglectful. I came from a very “walk it off” and “Pull yourself up from your bootstraps” environment. So you’ll see a lot of vent posts too. I’ll tag it with trigger warnings just in case. But the good news is! I’m going back to school! I’m gonna be an art major again 🥹

I have a cat named Salem. No, I wasn’t dabbling in witchcraft when I named him, I’ve always just had a witchy aesthetic but never actually looked into the occult, western esotericism, or witchcraft. However, I’ve dabbled in tarot cards for about 4 years now. I’m studying it pretty hard now. I’ll post about the meanings as best I can as a way to study. I believe that If you can’t teach it, then you don’t understand it. That’s my philosophy on learning anything.

I’ve been practicing and studying witchcraft for only half a year. And I’ll be real with you, it started because of a HUGE hypo-manic episode. (Honestly it was probably true mania, which means my bipolar 2 diagnosis will probably be changed to type Bipolar 1 if my psych finds that it wasn’t due to a medication change.) The manic episode was so bad, that I actually don’t remember any of November of 2022 besides thanksgiving. As I remember it, I just kinda knew a bunch of stuff in December and was talking to entities I had no business talking to. It was really bad. So i will be VERY open about the ugly side of Bipolar mania that people don’t seem to understand, as well the dangerous side of spiritually both in occult spaces, new age shit, and established religions. (Pretty much only christianity if I’m being honest.)

BUT! I’ve always liked the occult, but I was never able to really study it due to my religious and controlling environment and the confidence to read about it anyway. I give no shits now, despite still being in that environment. The manic episode really just gave me the confidence to get started. Now that I’m stable again, I still love the occult, and am honestly kinda grateful that it happened the way that it did. I’ll talk more about all the weird shit I did while high on mania. It might be helpful to some people. Trigger warnings will be added to that too.

You’ll probably see some memes and whatever show/movie/game/book I’m into at that moment. It changes frequently lol

I am NOT a fan of new age spirituality. You’ll see me complaining, but you’ll never see me bullying anyone. I believe in gentle nudges in the right direction. Nobody TRIES to be problematic or misinformed.

I especially hate Star-Seeds. Or at least the belief system. I worry about the people who believe in it.

That’s gonna be a common theme. I hate a lot of belief systems but never the individuals who believe it. I just pity them, and also worry about them. Especially when it comes to Christianity. I have A LOT of religious trauma. (It’s the various churches and its history I hate. But the catholic aesthetic??? I love it. That can stay.)

But due to being prone to spiritual psychosis, at this moment I’ve decided not to cast any spells, besides the occasional candle spell for luck or something. Just small stuff and like, one a month. I’ll only be doing research. Mostly historical researching as I’ve decided I don’t like contemporary books on witchcraft. It’s a huge risk for misinformation, and doesn’t always explain where the spell came from or why and how it works. I want a better foundation for magic, and history is the way to go in my opinion. Folklore, old superstitions, old religions, (Religions especially so I know whether or not it’s opened or closed practices.) You’ll see a lot of posts on whatever I’ve read about that I find important. I’d also be super happy if someone adds to it, especially if they’re correcting me. But if you’re correcting me, please either add your source or give me a few key words so I can look into it myself. I’d be very grateful if Youre right but I won’t attack you if you’re wrong or we simply disagree.

And what I’m most excited about, is listing all the books I’ve read and reviewing them! I’ll keep a library, and update it here and there. I’ll also link any scholarly articles I find interesting.

[lilirulu]

Hey not to be a freak but have you made / do you sell spicy drawings of l'lih

If you scroll enough on my twitter (@/Lilirulu) there are nude drawings of her (and they will eventually get posted on here). But, I haven't really made any spicy drawings, as in the sex, of her. You could commission some if you'd like tho I will say because she's my main XIV character & my baby I am a bit more particular about that. For reference w/ her not really doing it with other WoLs/random NPCS (tho Hyth, Yugiri, G'raha, Hades, and Aymeric are fine).

[hollowsart]

Geeta sketches me out idk why. she just seems suspicious to me. I know she isn’t going to have any real major impact in the story but dang it. she gives me bad vibes. I literally cannot place why. I have no reason to not like her, but something about her.. idk man.

she does make me somewhat wanna return back to the unfinished champion of my Russia based Pokemon region, though. Damir, and how his whole role as Champion is within that region and how that differs from most other regions. I like how the title of Champion is kinda just that for challengers in Paldea, mostly students. it gives you a rank title, but doesn’t actually give you the full responsibilities and all that come with being the actual officially recognized Champion trainer of the region. Which, honestly, makes a lot of sense as that is WAY too much responsibility for such a young trainer. most people wouldn’t be able to handle such an occupation. Having that role be achieved via other means like actual education outside of Pokemon training and all, would be a nice change of pace for the world building.

Damir’s whole role in the Volya region is a lot of responsibility and time and requires a lot more education, skill, and so much time and understanding of the region as a whole and the People and Pokemon within it. He is essentially the president of the region, the one mainly in charge, however, he is benevolent, he cares a great deal for his region and all its inhabitants, he’s trained so much to be able to prove he is capable of handling most of what he can. Any challengers who come to face him for the Pokemon League, they are merely given the title of champion, they do not actually become it.

I think.. Damir would be pretty cool to build him up and have your first encounter with him be a big huge reveal. You never see him, but you hear people mention and talk about him here and there throughout your journey across the beautiful expansive landscape. You are building up this idea of who he must be, what he must be like, just building up this idea of his character all the way until you reach the very end of the league. The very top of the Volya League building. His office, where he sits and waits. you still do not see him. It is only when he stands from his chair and walks to the large glass window at the back do you see his figure, he is still hidden with a coat.. he gives you a greeting, tells you about the region, about the role you both play, informs you of the difference between your preconceived idea of a champion and what it actually means to be a champion, then he removes his coat, turns around, and approaches. you finally see him, and the battle against him begins. The final battle of your adventure.

I really want to make him special. I think I might sketch up some ideas before I sleep.. thinking about him again I think I can work on his design and get something official out. it’s been well over a year by now. he is very much overdue for an appearance. I want him to look handsome, very cool, but most importantly, I want him to look unmistakably strong.

He’s also bald. that’s an idea I’ve had since the beginning lol

[calibri-crossies]

–The right shift.–

Chapter 3–Chill out.

The night when the you guys were together for dinner. Bo didn't even bother to say hello to you before filling your ear with questions and scolding. Lester just asked you to explain the situation, still with a slight frown, while Vincent, completely lost, still cared to see how you were doing. Of course, they weren't the least happy to hear that a random dumbass dared to touch you,worse,hurt you in such a way that it left those horrible marks on your face. Bo didn't think twice about grabbing his shotgun to go to the store where you previously worked to have a "talk" with your boss. And he want so bad to find the one who caused you to be fired,that you knew that sadistic smile on his face meant nothing but a thirst for someone's blood. You've seen him like this before, in fact you've seen the three of them like this before in different situations, but at least not once before has the damage been severe enough for someone to end up dead, which you weren't sure would be like that this time.

Bo soon calls Vincent and Lester to go with him, they both agree and seeing that shit is getting worse and worse, as you imagined it would, you quickly get up from where you were to try to stop them.

It took a lot of you to convince them this was a bad idea. God, what were they thinking this would result anyway? The three then relent, but Bo said he wouldn't let it go so easily. At all, you sigh of relief at having avoided a bigger trouble.

A week passed,your bruises were better, but still a little obvious.You had just come back from walk with Jonesy.It was the weekend, so Vincent was at home, but locked in the basement, which was where he worked, since morning, something was really consuming so much of his attention that he didn't stop once to go to the bathroom or get something to eat. You had bought some Bagels for the siblings since you were the twins' favorite (mostly Bo.).

You grabbed one of the bagels with a glass of milk for Vincent and were followed by the eager dog as you went down to the basement. You knocked on the door before entering and calling for Vincent. However, he was very focused on a sculpture that he didn't even notice its presence there. You know the place was littered with unfinished sketches and things that looked like pieces of sculpture on the floor. You shake your head at the hypnotic focus of the masked man, you just didn't expect him to suddenly come up with an angry and frustrated grunt, and the sculpture that pegs in his hands it flies towards you almost hitting your head, which makes you scream in surprise, and just like that making Vincent realize your there.

He quickly stands up, and Vincent's wide eye only shows how shocked and afraid he was that he accidentally hurt you. But you assure him you were fine. Vincent then calms down and returns to his seat, signaling to you.

>>You should knock on the door.<< He signals a little annoyed, and you answer. "I knocked, but since you're very focused, I was just going to leave your food here and go upstairs."

You see Vincent quickly returns to a calmer, stooped posture like he's been apologizing.>>Sorry about that, and thanks for bringing this to me.<< You huff,saying that it was nothing, and then a worried look forms on your face as you approach Vincent and sit down next to him. "It's been a while since I've seen you like this, what's wrong? Why did you just throw that sculpture on the floor?"

His shoulders tense a little, but he soon starts to explain >>Graduation work. But I'm not getting the necessary inspiration, and Mr. Robitaille is quite demanding...I don't think I'll be able to do anything to time.<<

His shoulders tense a little, but he soon starts to explain >>Graduation work. But I'm not getting the necessary inspiration, and Mr. Robitaille is quite demanding...I don't think I'll be able to do anything in time.<< You nod understanding his side, and looking around, you don't think there is a place fot that and the mental stress he would be getting because of running time would be a great help to Vincent's artistic block .

Jonesy approaches Vincent and puts her head in his lap,the puppy was asking for some affection that is soon given by the masked man. "I don't think you'll be able to do much if you don't take some time to rest...look at this, how long has it been since you got a good night's sleep?"

He tries to remember but before he can answer you put your hands in his "It was a rhetorical question!" His shoulders shake a little, and you go on. "How do you expect to have any flash of inspiration if you don't allow yourself space in your mind for it?"

Vincent's eye slowly alternates between around the basement,his unfinished work, the floor and back to you. You were right, he knew that, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, his body begged for a good rest. He gives a relentless sigh, then gently pulls his hands from yours, formulating a new sentence. >>Okay, I'll take a break.<<

You smile like that taking his hand and leading him out of the basement, then the two of you follow upstairs with Jonesy passing you quickly and climbing onto the couch. After eating the lunch you had prepared, Vincent happily joins you on the couch as you watch an episode of a series you both liked while he petted Jonesy who climbed onto his lap. It didn't take long for Vincent to fall asleep quickly and collapse onto his unconscious shoulder. You adjust your body so that he could be more comfortable with his head in your lap, while his arms embrace the dog like a teddy bear. You start to strokes his head, accepting that you wouldn't get out of that position anytime soon. "Sleep tight bro." You whisper.

The next day, you went to Luda Mae's bakery to buy something that was missing at home, and of course, pay the old lady a visit."Hello Mama Mae!" You barely made it through the door, but just your voice was enough to bring a smile to the older woman's face. "Oh honey, here again?"

"Are you sick of me here yet?" You say in a falsely sad tone, which made Luda Mae roll her eyes and shake her head. "You can't fool a child with that act." You both laugh.You then go back to the other reason you came here, taking what you wanted so you could pay for it.

"Oh, I have something for you." She goes over to the counter to get something. "Tommy said you had an "incident" at work and were looking for a new job right now...so I thought it would be a great new start for you!!" She puts a flyer on the table so you could see it was a cafe that was hiring new employees. "Starbucks?" You raise an eyebrow, curious that they open one in Haddonfield."Weird, who would do an interview on a Sunday?" You ask, but not even Luda Mae knew the answer as she shrugged.

"Sounds good." You pick up the pamphlet clearly interested. "I'm going there now!" You were about to leave the bakery, but before that you kiss Luda Mae goodbye on the cheek. She smiles but soon remembers that you had your purchase on the counter. "Wait honey!! You forgot this!!"You were already in a hurry, so you asked her to keep it there so you could come get it later. Luda Mae raises an eyebrow "Are you sure you won't forget about this?" You answer. "Of course I do!"You thumb. "I'm coming back here, I won't forget. Bye Mama Mae!!" You fumble a bit to leave, but soon close the shop door,your antics ever make Luda Mae laugh.

You go to the indicated address, and when you get there you find a line of competitors for the vacancy. It wasn't big, but still there were people there wanting this job, some even younger than you. "Great!" You think, not very confident now.

You were the next and met a smiling lady, she was a little younger than Luda Mae, and even with a smile on her face, she had an intimidating aura. She introduced herself as Pamela Vorhees, she was the owner of the establishment, and so the interview began.

After a few minutes, the interview ended, it wasn't as difficult as you thought. But you were already accepting the fact that the chance of not being chosen was not small. But you left the place with your head held high.

As you left you came face to face with a tall and massive man carrying some box of supplies to the store. He didn't see you coming due to his field of vision being covered.He accidentally hits you and them all the boxes fall on the floor. "Oh damn,im so sorry sir!!" You quickly offer to help him. Not only you, another girl who arrived at that moment joined you in picking up the fallen things.

She has a blonde hair and blue eyes,and was wearing glasses.Soon all the packages were back in their respective boxes, and the man in a hockey mask thanks you two in sign language, but he realizes that maybe you didn't understand, so he takes a notepad out of his pocket. "I get the message, you don't need to bother writing, sir." He quickly lifts his head to look at you, a little confused but glad to have found someone who understands signs. >>Thank you ladies, and sorry for this.<< You both respond that it was okay, and you look curiously at the girl who clearly understood sign language as well. "Yeah, I know too." she said smiling at you. Meanwhile Mrs Vorhees goes to where you were to check what had happened, she soon sees her son there with you and the other girl, assuming you have bothered him, she soon approaches with a severe frown, and asks what it had happened there and if his son Jason was okay.

>>Don't worry, these girls just helped me.<< He soothes his mother's nerves, and that menacing expression on Ms. Voorhers' face soon dissolves into a relieved smile. "Thank you for helping my girl children, that was great sweet of you." She thanks you, and you respond with a nod. "So, uh...I came to the job interview, you guys are still doing this right?" Mrs Vorhees soon turns her attention to the younger girl. "Oh yes dear." she indicates for her to follow her. "This way, come." You see that there was nothing else to do there, saying goodbye to the older woman and her son. Jason however quickly sets up the corner boxes to accompany him to the door. >>Let me walk you to the door, and the least I can do as a thank you. Sorry for hitting you too...<< He signals quickly and you reply "It's okay, it was just an accident." You assure him. Anyway, I'm happy to help. And I hope haven't broken anything." Jason thanks you again, then you nod your head before you say goodbye and leave the cafe.

Late afternoon, you return home, and arriving on the front lawn, you hear the horn of a familiar truck. Lester, he calls your name greeting you from afar as he parks in front of the garage. He turns off the engine and climbs out of the car, and is soon greeted by a warm hug from you. "You stink like hell." You say while still hugging him, but you were far from caring, after all you had already gotten used to the recurrent bad smell. "Haha, i know!!"

He just tightens the hug more which makes you laugh a little. "Okay ok, let's go in, someone has to make dinner you know?" Lester laughed at your attempted escape, but he soon frees you. "Let's go." The two of you are greeted by Jonesy who jumps on top of Lester and starts licking his face. "Aww I missed you too baby girl!!" he drowns the little dog scratching her belly which makes her happy.

Vincent came up to the two of you to say hello, he saw as Jonesy leapt at Lester and his shoulders shake in laughter as he sign to you both. >>She's actually giving you a bath.Not even she can handle that smell. << You laugh, and Lester pouts. "Oh come on Vinny Boy, no need to be so rude!!"

>>I'm going to make the supper today, and you two,wash up,now.<< He signals,you can see the stiffness in his hands which means an order. Lester will take a shower first while you wait in the living room.Minutes later Bo arrives,and you greet him,no hugs of course, you knew how pissed off it made him when you or Lester hugged him while you two were covered in dirty.

After your shower, you guys gather at the table for dinner, and as you make small talk, Vincent questions Bo about the fact that he arrived a lot earlier than expected. The older one laughs, he says that now with the new guy, things have become a lot easier at the store. New guy. You wondered if it was that same intimidating man you'd met before, which is only confirmed when Bo describes him. "Something Myers...I don't really remember his name, I just call him his surname, anyway he seems to know a lot about cars so I decided to put him to work in my garage." Lester blinks twice, a little confused. "Uh...he just showed up there, and you just let him stay??" Bo looks at Vincent, who was equally confused, and then back to Lester. "Yes?" The three of you tilt your heads simultaneously. "Bo???" You and Lester say at the same time, and you knew if Vincent had spoken he would have done the same thing.

"What? The guy just got there and started doing something with one of the cars.I saw him thinking he was some dumbass trying to steal, but no... a car that would take a week to fix the engine was already working I wouldn't miss a chance to have someone like that, plus he keeps the other guys in line and keeps idiots from getting close so I "hire" him."

"What do you mean "hire"?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. Bo takes a sip of his drink and goes back to talking. "I don't know what this guy's is, but whenever I try to pay him, or whenever he finishes a job, he just walks away without saying anything."

"Woooo so mysterious!!" Lester says in a joking tone." Now can you pass me the juice, please?" You hand the bottle of juice to him, who thanks him immediately, and you say. "I wonder if he's from some institution and just stayed there out of curiosity...to observe, maybe..." You start thinking of a thousand and one possibilities.Vincent this time tilts his head to you,but in an amusing way. >>I think you're seeing a lot of criminal case series.<<You shake your head with a light blush."No way, I'm serious!" The brothers starts to laughing.

"Just be careful with this man bro, someone showing up like that out of nowhere is not normal, and if he's some maniac or, or..." You ponder a lot of things but soon Bo cut it off." Don't freak out girl, besides, he's just doing a job and doesn't even go into the garage much. And don't underestimate me, if anyone tries somethin' against me, I can defend myself very well!"

You roll your eyes internally. After dinner, you help Lester set the table and wash the dishes while Vincent signals something to you. >>Where did you put what you bought at Mrs.Hewitt's bakery?<< Your eyes go wide and the dish you were washing slips out of your hand and falls into the sink. "Shit, I totally forgot!!" Vincent and Lester look at you not too surprised "Sorry, I'm going to go back and get it. Lucky for me it doesn't close until eight pm." You wipe your hands on a towel as you pick up and get ready to leave.

"I'll be right back." You say to the three boys,and when you open the door you have a surprise. Thomas was about to ring the bell but stops his action when he sees you. >>Knock Knock.<<

He signals to you >>Forgot something?<< He sure already knew. You nod your head. "Yeah...is the bakery still open?" He shakes his head.>>No,It closes early on Sunday.But Mommy asked me to give you this.<< He hands you the package you had taken hours ago. "Thanks Tom." You ask him if he would like to come in but he says he just stopped by to deliver it to you and that he was on his way out.He was too tired, and just wanted to get home soon. You understand, so he leaves after saying goodbye to you and your brothers. And from a distance he signals to you >>Make sure you don't forget things anymore, little one.<< You chuckle>>Sure big one.<<You hope he saw your message.And he waves to you from afar until he he disappeared from her field of vision.

Getting ready for bed, you take one last look at your phone. There was a message there from an unsaved number, and when you checked the photo, it was a Starbucks icon.

When reading the message his eyes widen, as it said that he was chosen to work in the cafe, the day and time, which would be Monday.

"Tomorrow?" You couldn't describe the size of your joy, accidentally letting out a squeal, which clearly reached the ears of the twins in the next room. Pounding on the other side of the wall was heard followed by Bo yelling at you. "Sorry!!" You yell back, "What the hell happened?" he asks, and you happily respond. "I was hired, I have a new job, can you believe it???" You laughed, but all you heard in response was Bo snoring. "Oh...you sleepy grease ass!!" You mumble to yourself, but you knew Bo wasn't even listening to you after all.

The next day, you walked through the quiet streets.The weather was pretty cold so your jacket came in handy. It was early in morning,so you decided to stop by Luda Mae's bakery and say hello.

The bell rings, and she soon sees it was you.You also see Thomas there talking to his mother before, which made your heart warm a little They both wave at you."

"Morning dear!" She says with a wide smile on her face. You say good morning to both of them. "Heh, sorry about yesterday, I ended up forgetting..." She shakes her head. "I already knew you were going to do this. But that's okay. Do you need anything?" She asks, and you say no. "I just came here to thank you for telling me about the interview yesterday. I was hired, and I have a new job!!" You say happily and Luda Mae laughs happy that you made it. "Oh honey I was hoping you'd do well!!" She comes around the counter to give you a hug.>>That's my girl!!<< Thomas signals, patting you lightly on the shoulder. >>Take more care this time ok?<< He warns you, and you say "Relax, I'm not crossing the line...not this time." You promise, and then look at the time seeing that you had to go. "I'll go now, well see you later, bye Mama Mae, bye Tom!!" You leave after hearing them answer you and then head to work.

On the way though, a phrase that Thomas said started to repeat itself in his head "my girl, my girl, my girl" That was so cute coming from him, did he see you as his girl for real? You wondered if this was some kind of answer for you, or maybe just your daydream, but he never referred to you like that before! ! Damn, Thomas was your death and he didn't even know it.

You arrive at the establishment and soon a voice calls your attention "Hey!!" You look in the direction of whoever called you to see that same blonde girl from before. She stops next to you, a little breathless, as if she's run a marathon. "Um...you okay?" She laughs a little exhausted. "Yeah, hehe, I just thought I was going to be late..."

"It's actually ten minutes to the appointment..." You look into your phone, and her eyes widen. "Wait, really? My house clock was fifteen minutes early, dammit, I didn't even give myself a chance to look at my phone!!"

You laugh and so does she, and soon a hand is extended to you. "By the way, I didn't introduce myself, I'm Angel!" You shake hands with the younger girl "Y/n.And, well I think we should go in soon to receive instructions from Ms. Vorhees." You say, and Angel nods. "Let's go then."

You are greeted by Pamela, it was you Angel and two other girls who one of them seemed to be from high school and the other a little older, almost your age. Ms. Pamela said that you guys would go through training first before you could actually work with the orders. There, a man who worked there also began to teach you and of course let you put things into practice.

It didn't take long for you to learn, maybe there was a little mistake here or there, but you would learn to improve with time.

The day started,it felt good to be back in business.People who passed by were very polite and patient in waiting for your orders, and some... well you didn't expect everyone to be morning people.

Angel looked excited, and you noticed that she had a habit of looking at her cell phone constantly. But you decided not to bother her about it. The flow of people there has slowed down a little and you had some time to have a talk.

Suddenly the cafe door opens and a tall figure walks through it, you would recognize that man from afar. It was him. HIM. The same guy from a few days ago, though he was now wearing a Slayer shirt, and jeans torn at the knee. He looked more grumpy than last time. You wondered if he recognized you, well you hoped he didn't. That thought fell away when you noticed him staring at you in a way that made you ankward.

Angel smiles at the man greeting him. "Hey Michael." She asks him what he would want and after he responds with sign language Angel starts preparing his order. Another customer arrives, and you start serving him, ignoring the fact that the huge man is staring at you all the time.

After the customer left, a little earlier as his order wasn't as specific as Michael's, you still stood there, of course, he was still looking at you, but that was starting to get on your nerves. You might not be used to staring others, but two people could play this game. You also started looking them in the eye like he was doing to you, and stayed like that for a few seconds, creepy, but you didn't mind,until he tilted his head a little, you had no idea what that meant.Was he mocking you, or was he just curious? You wonder if anyone has ever tried to staring him back.

Angel soon returns,and he turns his gaze to the younger shorty and pays for his order.He quickly signs a thank you, and turns his heel towards the door, Angel says goodbye to him and you noticed he bent down a bit to go through the door, no wonder a man of that height would definitely have trouble getting through the places.

"Sorry about my brother. He tends to stare at people for no reason, don't be intimidated by him ok?" Angel says, realizing what her brother was doing, she seemed worried that maybe you would misjudge him, or maybe just mock him,thinking he was just a weirdo.

"It's okay, I don't care." You say, and realize that dia girl lets out a relieved sigh as if he's lifted a weight off his shoulders. Angel thanks you for your understanding.For you it was even fun how she was the complete opposite of her brother.

"Her brother..." You think.Deep down you were relieved to know that this man was not what you thought before. In fact, you even felt a little guilty that how you misjudged him before, even though the way Bo described his arrival earlier was pretty strange.

It wouldn't be the last time you saw this man. In fact, you felt that he would now be included in your routine from now on.

Things were going well,you think...

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Chapter 2 👆

Chapter 4 👆

Hope you like it :)

[kittydemon9000]

This may be a bit out of nowhere, but what if Smith got sent into the body of a robot M!Garmadon was making? Like a nindroid but bigger (I was thinking like 2x taller than a normal person) and shark themed.

He’d have to figure out where he was and then escape before Garmadon or the ‘nerds’ found out the new robot had ‘come to life’ with the elemental power of fire.

Even when he does get out and get to the city (maybe he swims or walks across the ocean floor, either way ✨trauma✨) he has to hide because big evil looking shark robot isn’t good news for anyone. This is especially bad if he got damaged during his escape.

Also it gives the opportunity to (when Nya or someone calls him evil) call them hypocrites because “Just because I was made by Garmadon doesn’t mean I’m evil” and draw parallels to Lloyd’s situation even if it isn’t 100% (both in being a robot and being a human before being sent here)

Sorry for the info dump, I’ve had this one my mind for a while-

OOOOOOOOOO THAT'S A COOL IDEA!!!!

(Though I will admit, brain went brr and started making a sketch of an idea for this mech, only by the time I cam back and saw you specified “nindroid” I already had a giant shark mech done to sorry rdjbhjgdbrfhjgf)

First off, yes Smith waking up in a robo body with a messed up voice box is amazing. I imagine it was probably an experiment of some kind that went wrong and while he was being sent over it sort of. Sucked him in.

He ofc runs and breaks out, running through the ocean which freaks him out quite a bit but luckily No Need For Air = No Drowning, but he’d still rather not do that.

And because plot convenience, I’m saying the body requires solar and/or thermal energy.

So yeah, he makes his way over to the city, but quickly realizes that most of Ninjago City sees him an an enemy and a threat, so he does his best to remain hidden while trying to figure out a plan.

He does still end up rescuing Lloyd, however he doesn’t stick around for long since while this may be Lloyd, he’s still The Green Ninja and will probably try and hurt him, so he leaves.

Fast forward a few days, and during lunch one day Jay mentions how there’s been someone sneaking into the Scrapyard and stealing metal.

You see, Smith robo-body wasn’t quit finished. Some of the plating is missing and exposing his insides, he only has one working eyes, occasionally his back leg will lock up, etc etc, and his little trip through the ocean didn’t do him any favors.

However he doesn’t really have fingers….or hands for that matter, so he can’t fix himself, but he’s trying. Only his trying often results in a lot of holes in the metal.

Fast forward a bit more and….well, his first proper meeting with the ninja doesn’t go very well. For one thing, it was in the middle of an attack.

Secondly he might have accidentally kidnapped Lloyd.

In his defense, Lloyd got shot down, was injured and was surrounded. He was bound by Big Brother Law to protect him.

So yeah, he kicks General butt, then scoops Lloyd up and books it to his lil base, which is the abandoned complex from SPBNR Canon, only once he was absolutely sure no one lived there, he broke a hole near the bottom and opened up the inside so he could rest safely. Only downside is that he needs to be careful about rocks and stuff getting into his insides.

So yeah, he sets down Lloyd, who freaks out at first but then recognizes the mech as the one that saved him. At first he tries to ask for the driver to come out….only to realize there isn’t one.

He then notices his beat up and unfinished state, along with some scraps of metal and realize this was the thing stealing from the scrap yard. When asked, he somehow manages to look embarrassed.

However, then the ninja show up, they fight a little which mostly consists of Smith running away, before Lloyd is finally able to get them to stop.

Eventually they all settle down and in order to communicate he ends up writing in the sand, which gives us the whole “Just because Garmadon made me doesn’t mean I’m evil >:(” (yes he does include the face)

This also strike a chord with Zane since. Well. Yeah, he’s also a robot. He can relate to him and honestly some of what Smith is going through are some things of his nightmares, like being damaged with no way to be fixed, or being without a voice or any way to convey expression.

Needless to say it doesn’t take very long for Zane(and Jay) to start working on upgrades to fix him.