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[ionomycin]

your last light

[lelelego]

waiting and waiting

[velvetrambles]

The Queen

[mari-lair]

OC time!

I have a 5-page comic on the way that has worldbuilding details (this is a fantasy world believe it or not), but I did these as warm up. I'm still getting a feel for the characters.

[ryllen]

said wolf,

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[veritasauri]

post timeskip killer redesign. i love kil but his post timeskip design feels a bit rushed and uncared for. he seems the tiniest bit out of place aesthetically. there are some elements i love though, and i tried to keep them here and keep it true to character with my own personal touch. plus some fun bonus doodles below

[scificrows]

which non-human entity from the murderbot diaries are you?

i had so much fun with this uquiz by @homosekularnost that i created my own :) [art: cover art from the estonian edition of AC (illustrated by liis roden)]

[mephoj]

taco and mephone have fascinating parallels more people could explore if taco haters weren't biased cowards

[metanarrates]

the walls in orv are often discussed as either character metaphors (ie. the fourth wall as dissociation, or the wall of impossible communication as connection) or as the themes they embody, but it's important to note here what they can represent metanarratively too. the final wall itself symbolizes the constraints of the text - the fact that a story has to exist on a page and within the covers of a book in order to exist at all, regardless of how much that might limit the scope of its ability to tell the story. of course, that's not all a story is, but its existence at a base level is dependent on those limits.

themes in a story can work as defining limitations, too. a story is focused on certain ideas, and that's what allows it to be what it is. that's why the pieces of the final wall are thematic & character symbols - those are a crucial part of what defines a story!

[reinedeslys-central]

more!! again!! for the nico after blood of olympus fic!! actually I thought of this while writing the last one but I just finished it.

His elbows buckle and he lets himself fall into Will, snorting at his theatrical groan under the weight. They lay there for a second until Will shoves him gently, and Nico lets him manoeuvre them into a more comfortable position.

"Hi," he whispers, moving a curl away from his cheek. The greenish tint of the loft window casts a weird shadow over Will's face.

"Hey yourself," Will murmurs back, winking.

Nico rolls his eyes. "You look like Apollo when you do that. Please stop." Will squawks in protest.

"I do not! Also, since when do you remember what Apollo looks like? Actually, no, don't answer that, you can't bring up my dad while we're in bed, Nico, why would you do this to me?"

Now it's Nico's turn to sputter and whack Will in the chest - getting another dramatic oof and a laugh in return - before turning around to face Hazel's bed. He's not sure when he'll ever be able to sleep facing the wall. Will can't do it either.

As Will's arms curl around his waist and draw him back against him, just like they did back in the infirmary that one day, he thinks maybe he'd be okay trying that with him sometime. One day, in a house with gates, no longer wary of monsters.

Will noses the back of his neck, causing him to twitch. "What is it?"

Will's answering smile presses through the rough cotton of his t-shirt. "Nothing, sunshine."

Nico frowns under the covers. "Hey, what do you think of houses with gates?" He whispers.

"Gates? Well, it'd be safer, I guess, but we'd lose the neighbours coming over -"

"As if you want to see random people at the door anyway. What if they're monsters?"

"Oh, come on, darlin', I'm from Austin. Of course I gotta keep space for the neighbours to come knocking."

"…Fences? Actually, hey, why'd you assume I was talking about us? Obviously - Obviously I was talking about random. Random houses. For architecture reasons."

Will muffles his laugh into the back of his neck, again. "Oh, my bad. And I'm only here because you ripped a stitch on the lava wall yesterday."

Nico feels his ears warm.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything."

"..Still."

Will reels him in closer until his back hits his chest and he can press a soft peck to Nico's still-red ears. "I think a fence is a great idea, by the way. We could ask Hazel for help with some ward stones too, like you have in the cabin. Gotta make sure we've got at least one window and standing space in every direction, though, or at least in the east, because you know my dad would sulk if he didn't get to scream me awake in the morning."

Nico's blush gets worse.

"Now who's talking about your dad in bed?" He gives up on pretending. Will sees him through every time, anyway. "Also, shrines, obviously, and we need a spot to stargaze."

"Yeah, shrines, obviously. Maybe just yours, mine, and Lady Hestia's though, or else everyone else is gonna get pissy."

Nico barks out a laugh like it's shocked out of him. "Pissy? Don't let them hear you say that."

Will holds him tighter and settles against the pillows. "Sure thing, sunshine. Now can we sleep?"

"Yeah, yeah."

It's not long after that that Will's breath evens out behind him, his muscles untensing. Nico knows he's got a few minutes yet, so he thinks.

Today was…. good.

Today was nice. Normal, even. Just a day of camp schedules, working in the infirmary, an admittedly short campfire, and this. No monsters, and no mistakes. No deaths, but..

Unbidden, the moments in the infirmary come to mind. He thinks of helping Will scrub in for his one surgery of the day, a kid that had gotten parts of an arrow stuck in their leg a week ago and hadn't noticed til yesterday. He thinks of yesterday during capture-the-flag, stepping in and desperately trying to copy what he'd watched Will do, because Lydia was hanging crooked from a tree and there was no one else around but him-

He thinks of Patroclus tying the straps of Achilles' armour, watching his lover sleep peacefully. He thinks of what Connor had told him about at the campfire weeks ago, of Silena Beauregard taking on a drakon when Clarisse declared the Ares Cabin wouldn't be fighting.

He thinks he might understand.

Lydia wasn't the same (thank the gods), but if there was something to be done that only Will could do right, yet couldn't, and the only way Nico could take up his mantle would be to die trying - then, yeah. He'd do whatever it would take for these kids. To do what Will would do. He's gone to Tartarus already, hasn't he? At worst, he'd try his best and greet his father early if he failed to survive. Nico could even give Charon a tip on the way in for the hell of it, why not?

If there is a luxury that comes from being a child of Hades, after all, it is that dying is not the thing that scares him.

There's a brazier still lit outside the window. Its glow falls in slits across their bed.

Will grumbles, pushing his feet forward until their ankles are wound together. The sheets shift.

Nico smiles into the dark, into the chirping of crickets and the soft glow of the fireflies out the window, and falls asleep.

more for this fic:

scene 0 - prologue-ish scene 1 - the library of social awkwardness or here (or in my heart, 'kidney function is not a right, it's a privilege' lol)

general writing directory

also lmk if you want more lore. I am so down to talk about this fic + the worldbuilding ideas I have for it in the notes it is unreal

[kheprriverse]

Silly guy alert ❗❗

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOH YEAH BABY! PARTY TIME BABY! MUSIC! DRINKS! SOCIAL PRESSURE & A PSYCHEDELIC BREAK DOWN! WELCOME TO VAMPIRE SOCIETY MOTHERFUCKER! ARE YOU SCARED? DO YOU UNDERSTAND YET? ITS OKAY IF NOT. FIRE DISSOLVED IT! ITS ALL GONE NOW. HAVE FUN!

[okkennymay]

Two commissions for the always brilliant @waezi2

Top page features Pat, the Bard turned King- he was just here to look pretty and sing songs for The Queen and be a good dad to Dimi ;w; It's not his fault the world took her too soon by illness leaving him unprepared to run a kingdom and fight off an Orc invasion (Thats the enemy ruler's daughter Mayari, whom starts to visit him in the dungeon and ends up considering him her best friend ;C; hOW CUTE IS THAT)

The second is Veronica, an Older Gorgan woman, an irredeemable, self serving and scheming villain of Royal Punch, and god I love her- the very reason Ivan the Minotaur has to hide away in a small village and keep his head down, He cost her big time when he brought down her illegal boxing operation and by gosh does she want revenge ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Cannot express how much i am in love with ink repellant and burnout you are a GENUIS!!! AND THE WAY THAT YOU PORTRAY THEM?? a literal unfinished sketch and a buring wip? Oh my god thats peak design. I love that i love your brain !!!

/platonic

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June 4 8:30 PM 2024

Burnout: sorry if this is rude, but were you supposed to be a lizard before they stopped drawing you?

Ink Repellent: (witty response) (something about fire?) (dragon mention maybe)

Burnout: i see

Laying Down On Floor (4)

Sitting Down On Floor (3)

Standing Up (2)

Tasks Aren't Draining (1)

basic poses, "(dialogue)" where dialogue should be

pose angles, face angles, speech bubble + written ideas for dialogue, one or both arms (basic hands), more clarifying lines

complex pose/face angles, speech bubbles with dialogue, arms and hands, ready for lineart

[orbitalbeetle]

Nim the Prince who fell from the Sky !!

yet another oc for Welcome Home :]c

[goldensunset]

in my mind i like creating not only fakemons but also like fake moves/abilities/stat spreads. i especially have fun thinking about what i would give characters if they were pokémon. like it’s normal to imagine your oc as a dnd character obviously or something else from a game like that but me i’m out here pokémonifying people. the thing is i’m always like ohhh is this too overpowered would this entirely hypothetical fake thing that will never be real break the meta. then i remind myself how bad gen 9 power creep is and i feel better. it could be real someday