#I FORGOT TO COLOR ONE PART OF THE HORN FUCK

[ferberus-skull]

TUNDRA TIME!!!!

[kifu]

Flaxen liver chestnut

[ladythornofrivia]

🍒 The Devil’s Tongue 🍒

Michael Gavey x Reader (PART ONE)

summary: you transferred into Oxford after moving out from your country for a better change, and unexpectedly meeting Michael Gavey in a quiet library, leads to something more.

warnings: creepy vibes from michael gavey, reader being oblivious, stalking, michael being horny, p in v sex, loss of virginity, jealousy, misunderstandings, obsession, belt kink, panty kink, scent kink, voice kink, breeding kink, michael gavey being a smartass, michael gavey is horny for math, michael gavey is a smartass, clueless reader, nerdy yet hot michael, lust at first sight, sex in the library, sex on the table, kitchen sex, oral sex, cam girl, fingering, sex during tutoring session, reader teasing, reader being a dominatrix in bed, food porn.

a/n: i forgot to review the movie saltburn last year, so I’ll give it a short review. Saltburn is a weird movie, but i watched it because of Ewan Mitchell. While ewan mitchell is 10/10, saltburn is 7/10, because of the bathtub scene and the grave scene. the only thing that’s good is the cinematography, music and ewan mitchell. i wish there’s more scenes from him. yes, i keep saying his name! he’s so fucking hot as a nerd. this one shot will be long.

You like cherries.

There’s something mysterious and tempting about the roundish and reddish fruits. Cherries are sweet, and it’s dark-reddish color brought an appeal to your appetite and. Appeal that also changes your view in fashion.

And as hot as the Devil’s tongue.

Red symbolized lust.

Sinful, they proclaimed.

So does your pussy, when you splayed across the bed, watched as Michael entered and his face bewildered when you splayed naked in bed with thick whip cream smothered on your tits, waist, and your pussy decorated in whip cream swirled with cherry on top.

"Hi, baby. I've been waiting for you," you said as your legs spread, thick of whip cream and candied cherry cascaded slowly.

***

A Year Ago…

Your parents and your attention seeking relatives are no good. Red is as sin as lust—the devil’s skin, the devil’s horn.

Other than black and pink, you like the dark-cherry color. All your aesthetics are cherry red—well, the undertones to match your little room at your small house belongs to your parents.

Them and their sinless views of the world has sickened to your stomach. You don’t want to be like your hypocritical, martyr parents for the rest of your life, so you applied for the university at Oxford and Northamptonshire. You got accepted to the university. Despite being a young woman, you managed to prove them wrong.

And sever ties with them to go at the University of Oxford, where you encounter numerous people. You’ve done research to get things right—not to be frigid or superficially pretentious; you didn’t want to embarrass yourself on the spot if you chose to be ignorant.

One thing that no one else knows of you, is that you moonlight as a dominatrix on a live stream. Every night, you broadcast online to pleasure yourself—that’s how you got money to bail from a strict and hypocritical religious household.

Few of the students looked at your direction, giving a side-eye. You overheard them calling you a prostitute, but you couldn’t care less. Dress to impress for yourself. You mostly wore bike leather jacket, a tank top, mini skirt and a chunky dark-cherry red boots with light make up, but the lipstick is glossy dark red—and not the irritable, sticky kind.

Your long locks tossed at the side, already at your assigned room, but you shut the windows completely. You don’t want to reveal the private side of your internet sensation. After closing the curtains, you’re off to the hall, where people gathered and talk, mainly about drama and parties.

You hadn’t known one. But you had party to yourself of gaining source of income from self-pleasure.

There you sat down, and overheard someone at your left. Afar, you saw a young man named Oliver Quick and another guy with nerdy glasses.

Michael Gavey.

“Fuckin’ ask me a sum then!” The chatter dimmed when a young man shouted about math.

No one really likes as the guy with the nerdy glasses does. But he does look cute when he’s fuming.

Maybe he’s sexually frustrated. All it needs is I need to work on a poor guy. Poor guy is so frustrated—a no man island himself, like Oliver Quick.

You could tell. So you chimed in.

“What’s the square root of 69”

Both boys turned to look at you.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Oliver inquired, perplexed.

“Oh, just a curious person asking him a question,” you said, jerking your head towards the blond and cutely frustrated boy.

“8.30662386292,” is all the blond uttered.

Your lips tugged into a smirk, and left.

Interesting, now I have a new kink to look forward to for my next kinky session.

***

It’s quite luxurious for a library—grand yet old like wines in the cellar. You studied Political Science and Art, and while you studied and sometimes drawing, but a certain snack bar caught your eye; it was placed above your drawing.

“I got you a crunchie,” a voice said. You turned and saw Michael Gavey.

“Oh, um, thanks?”

“I have never seen you before,” he noted.

“Really? So do I.”

“As a matter of fact, you have disrupted us during our friendly conversation.”

Oliver Quick was anything but friendly and comfortable.

“Okay and?”

He quirked a brow. “Your attitude is unusual.”

“Well, where I came from, it’s not really an issue. I’m a straight forward kind of gal,” you explained.

Michael hummed, staring at you.

“Pardon my rudeness. I’m Michael Gavey.” His hand stretched out. “I never get your name.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N).” You offered a handshake in return.

“Where are you from?”

“I’m from America.”

“Ah, yes. The land of freedom,” he commented, trying to make you laugh.

You laughed awkwardly. You have never smiled or laughed before—in a non-superficial way. You laughed and smiled during as a cam girl, but other than that, you never smile genuinely.

Somehow it caught his eye. His glasses beamed that you could see the color of his hues.

“An awkward foreign girl.”

“Yeah, so? I’m not really a people-person.”

“Why did you come here, then? For a good fuck?”

Ghastly, you turned around to see if anyone catches his words, but nobody pays attention.

“Are you going to the party?”

“What party?”

“The party Felix and his friends are heading tonight.”

“Who the hell is Felix?”

Michael darted his eyes behind you, and followed the sign; Felix and Farleigh sat at the back between the shelves.

“Apparently, he’s hosting a party tonight. NFI, me and you. Not Fucking Invited.”

“Well, I don’t a fuck about parties that much.”

Michael tsked. “That’s a very strong language.”

“Says the guy who says NFI. Besides, I don’t like parties,” you said, and it wasn’t a half lie. You have an upcoming camgirl session tonight.

“A shame,” Michael said, then reaching for the crunchie.

You have never tried snacks from another culture.

“Is it good?” you asked him.

He ripped the snack bar open, and gave you a piece. “Try it and see for yourself.”

And you did.

It was worth it.

Nevermind how Michael watched you in fascination.

***

The roofs and walls of University has been but a sham; it was real quiet.

Too quiet.

You hated quiet rooms.

In your next session, your fingers swirled your swollen clit, thinking of Michael Gavey’s rosy lips and tongue licking and nibbling your wet cunt and a tight hole.

You never fucked anybody, but you wanted your first time to be special. You rode on a dildo, trying not to moan so loud, but you come down high. The faster you moved, the more erotic images of a nerdy Michael seeping into you.

This is my kind of party.

***

Somewhere, in a darkened room, Michael Gavey’s hand filled with cum, and his other hand pressed the send button on his computer screen.

It was sensational to see.

You.

Who would’ve thought he met you—a famous camgirl.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how your eyes twinkled when you ate crunchie for the first time—far from the horniness and snobbish act you put up in public. It was a delight to see . With your outstanding getup and attitude, he knew that he’s in a right place.

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[agentcalypso]

my (mostly) coherent thoughts on the vengeance saga

spoilers obviously (and once again written during the livestream because i once again have shit to do tmrw)

🩸NOT SORRY FOR LOVING YOU🩸

lol so remember how in my wisdom saga post i said there were over 100k ppl in the livestream by the time the wisdom saga started and i thought that was a record? yea theres 167k ppl in the stream rn

already i am in love with the color pallette

love the steel pan also its a very nice touch

lowkey the percussion kinda sounds like the percussion in monster but idk if that means anything

i can already tell this is going in my audition binder

GIGI ANIMATIC HELL YEA

ok shes a horrible person but i kinda feel bad for her tbh (and you can tell ody does at least a little)

10/10

🩸DANGEROUS🩸

FULL SPEED AHEAD JUMPSCARE JESUS

HERMEEEEESSSSSSSS

this animation is EATING holy shit

troy never ceases to amaze me with his vocals omg

ODY IS BACK BABEY

bro is fighting for his life and hermes is just groovin

bringing back the wind bag is just *chefs kiss*

also confirmation that it was rigged is nice

11/10

🩸CHARYBDIS🩸

well he uh. certainly needs luck for THAT

ALL OF THESE ANIMATICS ARE FUCKING EATING HOLY SHIT

not much to say but holy SHIT HES BACK BABEYYYYYY

god fucking dammit poseidon

9/10

🩸GET IN THE WATER🩸

THE ORGAN????? HELLO???????

ALSO WELCOME BACK STEVEN ONE HELL OF A FUCKIN ENTRANCE

this song was already great in the snippet but its EVEN FUCKING BETTER MY FUCKING GOD

oh i. forgot he threatened to do that to telemachus

god odys part is so. idk. soft? either way i love it

SHATTER THE MOTHERFUCKING OCEAN

welp hes certainly afraid of the water now

NOT AGAIN GODDAMMIT

15/10

🩸SIX HUNDRED STRIKE🩸

WIND BAG COMING IN CLUTCH AGAIN

3D???????

BRO IS LITERALLY USING IT AS A JETPACK

"I WILL GET BACK TO MY WIIIIIIIIIFFEEEE"

THE FUCKING ANIME BATTLE

BRO IS CASUALLY BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF A GOD

poseidon what the fuck do you mean

AND NOW HES JUST THREATENING A GOD????? BRO IS FUCKING FERAL

OH GOD THE DIFFERENT BEAST HORN

OH SHIT WHAT IS HE DOING

I MEAN I CANT RLY BLAME HIM BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

"HOW WILL YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT" "NEXT TO MY WIFE" FUCK YEA GO GET YOUR GIRL

175K FUCKING PEOPLE

45013534058/10

in conclusion AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[whmp]

hey, it's me! i'm still alive, somehow, though just barely. this semester has been pretty tough so far and will probably remain that way until spring. despite this, i managed to add some fun new features. : ) ALSO i promise 100000% that if you sent me an ask i WILL answer it. i will. anyway, look at all those cool things! -> a system for cuts, bruises, tattoos, wounds and other decorations your whumpee's skin is an empty canvas. whether you fill it with scars and wounds or cutesy band aids is up to you!

the way this is set up is kind of like a bunch of stickers. so for example, if you decide to hurt the lil' guy with something sharp, he'll get a "stab wound" sticker in the spot you decided to target. over time, that sticker will change over to a "stab scar" one. it's a very flexible way to do things, but it still needs some work and a couple big changes, since it's very unfriendly to low-end computers. in terms of visuals though, it should look exactly the same as the decal-based "decorations" for your whumpee that you see above!

- a better way of getting that dude on camera the camera system is now a lot more immersive and will fit the story. the awkward developer cam that could clip into walls is no more.

you can drag around the view and zoom in and out by scrolling. as you progress, you'll get access to even more ways to invade your whumpee's privacy. : )

-> new ways to get horny in the last devlog post (around 1000 years ago) i said that you won't see any "horny accessories" in the upcoming updates. that was a complete lie, sorry! here's a preview of some cool new horns you can give to your whumpee.

the neat part is that the horns are customizable - other than just choosing the shape, you can modify their size and color gradient. -> other stuff + story i've made plenty of changes and additions to the back end. most of it is not flashy or super significant - most of the time and energy i could dedicate to the project went right into fueling the violent, bloody conflict between me and custom shader code. i've also made some updates to how time is simulated and fixed a bunch of bugs. there is now a sound system too! i'll look for some copyright-free sfx and music before the next update. oh, and there's some lore too!

i've been experimenting with different ways of delivering the main storyline. heavily stylized cutscene-like sequences were very fun to do! not sure if i'll stick with this style though. either way, i have the general outline of something that resembles a plot. >: ) that's it for now! again, sorry for the irregular update schedule. i've been following the "no progress for a long time, then one night you have all the energy and inspiration in the world and you zone the fuck out for an unhealthy amount of time just working on your thing then until realize that you're going to be asleep within the next 40 seconds" development strategy - hopefully, my brain will kindly allow me to switch to a more comfortable workflow. :' ) taglist below: (let me know if you want to be added OR LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT TO ADD YOU IM SO SORRY) @whumpinthepot @andithewhumper @pigeonwhumps @monarchthefirst @scp-1296 @whumpedydump @screenys-whump-corner @whumpshaped @bloodsweatandpotato @burning-and-remembering @thealmightyconeoftruth @whimpity-whumpity @catnykit @vietbluecoeur @rainythealias @cardboardarsonist @snakebites-and-ink @lthrboy @woo-lu-woo @wingsofadragonsstuff @wecoffphm @bayvel @pics-and-fanfics @dokidokisadness @generic-whumperz @lambetjenasus @aarika-merrill @hayaneakabane @moons-cozy-corner @brittaunfiltered09 @rule-masochism @reverie1234 @oddsconvert @wh-wh-whumpified @currentlyinthesprial @cupcakes-and-pain @heavenlyden @whumpsday @likeadeadbattery @stay-on-topic1 @cyborg0109 @kawhump @astrowhump

[felice-jaganshi]

My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 9

“Oh… I- I forgot to tell them you're- wah!” He was suddenly yanked away by Mammon!

 

“She's a fucking angel!” He screamed. Tex hid Bee behind him and even Ozzie was trying to keep Fizz from you. Satan growled and came forward.

“Were you sent by heaven to fuck with him further?! Wasn't banishing him punishment enough, now you fuckers have to break his heart too?!”

You're shaking like a leaf, crawling away from the demon you consider a friend literally minutes ago. “I'll fucking kill all of-” this time he's the one cut off, as Lucifer sucker punches him in the jaw. You can see mammon behind him holding his gut in pain. Next thing you know, you're in Lucifer's arms and his wings are wrapped around you. His horns are out, as is his tail and his eyes are reversed in color. 

 

“Not today Satan. Or ever. Calm the fuck down .” He roared the last word, and you felt the power of it in your whole body. This was the king of hell heaven told you to fear.

Bee spoke next, “But Luci, She's…”

“An angel? Yeah, I've known that since day one when she fell. She's like me okay?! Adam himself pushed her out, and she lives here in hell now. With me. I just… I didn't tell any of you because I knew you'd judge her and freak out before you got the chance to know her like I do.”  They all still look at you nervously, and it's heartbreaking. These are your friends, and they're afraid of you. You're about to cry, when Fizzarolli makes his way out of Ozzie's arms and runs to your side. Lucifer eyes him and Fizz holds up his hands, approaching slowly, before smiling at you and pulling out a handkerchief, and another, and another, and- yes it's a string of infinite handkerchiefs coming from the pocket of his swim trunks. It makes you chuckle a bit from the absurdity of it, and he smiles.

 

“Hey hey, there's that laugh. So you're not my favorite sinner anymore. You're just my favorite angel now!” He smiled fondly at you, making sure you know, that you really know he's not afraid of you. Your tears fall anyway and he's quick to dry them with one of the handkerchiefs. Lucifer smiled, glad to see at least one of your friends has some sense in them. Slowly, the others start to come around, realizing they fucked up.

Bee and Ozzie are both the first to hug you and Lucifer both and start apologizing over each other. Satan and Mammon are next to offer nervous embarrassed apologies, and Levi just quietly says his sorry without much fanfare. 

You accept all the apologies and finally everyone relaxes and the energy is back to what it was before. But there's a slight tiredness to it all now. Everyone is ready to go home back to their ring and process everything that's happened.

“Hey, how about we make these meetings a yearly thing, rather than every 100 years?” Lucifer suggests, and everyone seems to immediately perk up at the idea.

________

 

You're back in the castle now, back in warm comfy clothes, just hanging out in Lucifer's workshop on the couch he'd put in there recently for you two to just chill sometimes. There's a slightly awkward tension in the space between you… He places a hand in that space, waiting to see if you'd reach out to him. And you do. You take his hand, and you put it around your shoulders as you snuggle into his side like you used to “as friends” just yesterday. 

You feel the relief wash over him as he pulls you in close and kisses the top of your head.

“So, that was fun.”

“Yeah, it was. I like the idea of making that a yearly trip too.”

“Yeah… I um… So Charlie is really okay with this? You talked with her already from the sound of the others?” He sounds so nervous, but his hand is rubbing your arm, and playing with the hem of your short shirt sleeve. It's soothing.

 

“Yeah, she and I spoke about it a while ago. She just wanted me to promise I'd never hurt you. And I won't. I'm making the same promise to you, I'll never hurt you. Not on purpose.” You amend the last part in because, well, everyone makes mistakes. You know you're not perfect, but who in hell is?! Or heaven for that matter!?

 

“I meant it when I said I love you too.” He said suddenly, breaking you from your thoughts. “I know I'm not the easiest person to love… I have a lot of issues. Depression, social anxiety, adhd, just to name a few.” He sighed, “It won't be easy to be my girlfriend. That's probably why Lilith got sick of me. My issues just got worse over time.”

 

You kiss his cheek, “Those aren't deal-breakers for me Luci, you've got so many amazing traits too. You're creative, a loving father, you're witty and charming, you put 120% into the things you care about! Your passion and care is beautiful, and speaking of beautiful, I haven't even touched on how handsome you are. And you're so affectionate and gentle and-” You're cut off by a kiss.

It's warm and passionate and he pushes you back on the couch, his hands on your waist.

 

After a moment he pulls away, his voice low and warm, “Sorry, but if you keep praising me like that, I'm gonna have to show you why I'm the Lord of the Pride ring.” He then slides his thumb over your lower lip, “Heh, look at that, a kiss and a few words and you're redder than my wings. It's a nice color on you. Hey, how about we make out in the duck pile?”

………

And with that you can't help but groan, “That… is the least sexy place we could make out.”

He throws his head back and laughs! “Yeah, but it'd be fun! Come on, trust me, I'll even let you sit on my lap.” He got up and offered you a hand, “Come on~ my little apple, I won't bite.” He flashed a grin of his sharp teeth. “Unless you ask very nicely. ”

[blackestnight]

HANAMI HAGANE

Nicknames: 'Hana-chan,' but attempt to use at your own risk.

Nameday: 31st sun of the 2nd astral moon (March 30th). ...I forgot her nameday again. Sorry miss Hagane.

Race: Au Ra Raen

Gender: Meh. She doesn't have strong enough feelings about her own gender identity to bother putting a label to it; most people default to 'she/her' pronouns when addressing her and she's fine with that, although she does object to being addressed as 'Lady ___' or other such courtesy titles—if someone must address her by a title, she prefers 'Ser.' Demigirl, if I were to ascribe modern language.

Orientation: Meh, with an added sprinkle of Not Your Damn Business if She's Not Trying to Fuck You. Her 'dating' history, sparse as it is, mostly consists of women, as does her metaphorical (and much more prodigious) little black book. She thinks of herself as not prone to romance, and a lot of her prior entanglements have been one-night stands or FWB arrangements. Romantic interest is much rarer for her than sexual attraction, and only tends to come after a long period of mutual trust and friendship. Again, using modern terminology, demi-romantic bisexual (with a slight lean towards women—her husband makes fun of her when she sees a giant, hot lady and her brain stops working).

Profession: Adventurer, goldsmith, part-time consultant with Garlond Ironworks (occasionally as an engineer, mostly as a sentient crash test dummy), nominally still the schoolmaster of Crown Gemworks.

PHYSICAL ASPECTS

Hair: Dark reddish-brown, very fine and straight. Usually featuring some amount of pink dye, a holdover from when she was a teenager and her mother dyed her hair for her; it's an unofficial Hagane family tradition/bonding ritual. These days she usually keeps it trimmed to about the length of her chin, but for most of her adulthood she wore it down to her lower back.

Eyes: Green (although historically people have been confused on this point). (Is the confusion mostly the result of my being color blind? Yes.) Her limbal rings are a very bright, pale blue, which throws people off and gives her a delightfully creepy glow-in-the-dark look.

Skin: Warm brown. She probably has an impressive farmer's tan.

Tattoos/Scars: Her most notable scars are on her right forearm (a strangely sigil-like pattern of lines and circles stretching from wrist to elbow that appear to be raised and warped veins, the result of voidsent intervention in her final fight against Zenos in Ultima Thule); her lower torso (a diagonal line from her hip to the bottom of her ribcage, also from Zenos during the assault on Rhaglr's Reach); the back of her right thigh (from a drunken misadventure on a roof in her early twenties); and of course her left horn, which was severed (again by Zenos, or rather Elidibus in Zenos's body in the Ghimlyt Dark) and replaced by a hardsilver prosthesis. While some people assume her iconic face paint is a tattoo, she actually doesn't have any because she's scared of needles. She will not admit to being scared of needles.

FAMILY

Parents: Shomi Hagane is the matriarch of the Hagane clan, a family of samurai who have been serving the lords of Doma almost since its founding. She was raised in Monzen in her family home, and remained there until shortly before the Garlean invasion of Doma, when she begged then-king Kaien for leave to take her wife and young children to the countryside, safely out of reach of the imperial forces. Kaien thanked her for her service and allowed her to flee, thus ending over three centuries of Hagane service to the Rijin line. Maki Sunwalker (née Urabito) is the oldest child of a merchant family from northern Yanxia, though she was disowned as a teenager when she left her family to study the ways of the shinobi in Shinobi-no-Sato. She worked actively as an assassin and spy in service to Doma until the invasion; after Doma's fall she officially retired to become a farmer, though her 'errands' would occasionally take her to Garlean strongholds for days at a time and leave her knives suspiciously bloody.

Siblings: Hanami is the second of five children and the oldest surviving Hagane child; her older brother Akinaga died in the failed uprising at Monzen. Her younger brother Haruki has long been considered her partner in crime and currently splits his time between adventuring and working with the guard of the Doman Enclave. Her two youngest siblings are twins, Itomi and Naonaka; both were conscripted into the Garlean army after the uprising and sent to Ala Mhigo, where Itomi was promoted to Decurion and Naonaka worked as a healer. After their return to Doma, Naonaka moved to the fishing hamlet of Isari and Itomi left for Kugane; neither are currently on speaking terms with Hanami, though Naonaka has made overtures toward his brother and mothers.

Grandparents: None worth mentioning. Shomi's parents were killed during the first failed Garlean invasion, when she was three years old; she was raised by the collective efforts of several other noble families in Monzen, including the Daito family (as a result Gosetsu sometimes jokes that he's Hanami's honorary grandfather). Maki's family disowned her as a teenager and she hasn't had contact with them in almost fifty years.

Others: Hanami has a nephew, Munehise, who is the light of her life. Mune's biological mother isn't in the picture, and Hanami helped Haruki raise him until she left for Eorzea; since her return to Yanxia during Stormblood she's less involved in his day-to-day life, since she's adventuring, but she's still solidly in the 'favorite auntie' slot. (Mune won't say it out loud—the one time he tried is the only time he's ever seen Hanami genuinely upset—but he thinks of her as more of a mother figure than his actual mom.)

She has a bevy of cousins, including Kotone and Honoka (c/o @windupnamazu) and, semi-reluctantly, a brother-in-law (A'dewah on loan from @fistsoflightning). (She loves A'dewah because Haruki loves him. This does not necessarily mean she likes him.) Hanami's moms are also serial adopters, so as soon as Ninira (@nuclearanomaly) and Estinien got within fifty feet of the Hagane household they were trapped.

Hanami inherited the adopting addiction, and legally she's Rielle's guardian (after a trial following the murder of Ystride de Caulignont). She also considers herself responsible for Ryne and Gaia, but in more of a hard-ass aunt way. She takes frequent trips to the First to continue their training as baby tanks.

She married Aymeric shortly before the start of Endwalker and has reached a tentative accord with his elderly cat, Mandragora, who recognizes a fellow grouchy predator when she sees one. Mandragora would take much more kindly to any half-elezen half-au ra kiddies, though...

SKILLS

Abilities: Master martialist, specializing in greatswords but having recently taken up polearms (specifically scythes). Practitioner of the dark arts as taught in the tradition of Ishgard's Dark Knights, and an (somewhat fumbling) initiate in voidsent summoning. Metalworking, with her most extensive training being in goldsmithing, though she takes on several other projects including quite a bit of engineering with the Ironworks. She was also raised on a farm and trained as a botanist, so her green thumb is nothing to sneeze at, though she mostly gardens for sustenance rather than for pleasure or aesthetics.

Hobbies: Hiking, sketching (mostly landscapes and technical drawing), riding her bikes, scaring the shit out of Ishgardian priests.

TRAITS

Most positive trait: Constancy. Hanami is loyal and unwavering—once she's named you an ally or chosen a course of action, that's set in stone. She says exactly what she means and does exactly what she says.

Worst negative trait: Stubbornness, perhaps as the natural flip-side of her positive trait. Her mind is near-impossible to change once it's been made up; she's reluctant to listen to arguments or accept help when she thinks she's better working on her own.

LIKES

Colours: Black, red, green, blue. Mostly jewel tones.

Smells: Campfire smoke, river water, morning mist, blooming honeysuckle, hot metal, clean cotton.

Textures: Fresh sheets, cool grass, calloused hands, polished leather.

Drinks: Tea (hot), fruit juice (cold), the occasional tiny sip of whiskey.

OTHER DETAILS

Smokes: Occasionally, although she prefers fogweed to tobacco. She's been known to pass a joint around with some of the other Scions in their downtime.

Drinks: Not anymore. She drank recreationally through her young adulthood, and developed alcoholic tendencies shortly after Operation Archon, in response to the stress of the Doman refugees arriving in Mor Dhona. She very abruptly swore herself to sobriety midway through the Crystal Tower expedition; speculation says there was some kind of incident that prompted the change, although the only people who seem to have any idea of what happened are Cid Garlond and G'raha Tia, and neither of them are talking. Thancred has been her recovery buddy ever since.

Drugs: See above if you count fantasy weed as a drug? She does not tolerate soporifics well at all and actively avoids them, although rumors in Ul'dah say she has some sort of...history with the Alacran, who are infamous for peddling somnus. She used to dabble with various hallucinogens when she was younger but had given them up by the time she left Doma.

Mount Issuance: She has an ancient issuance for a Maelstrom chocobo rotting in a drawer somewhere, but she can't stand the smell of horsebirds so she never used it. She has a burgeoning collection of motorcycles courtesy of Garlond Ironworks, including a custom one-of-a-kind combat bike, and she probably also has a horse back in Yanxia but this game won't give us normal ass horse models. If she's not able to use her bikes or ride a horse or a falcon she prefers walking.

Been Arrested: Twice. They say you can still find pieces of her sword embedded in the wall of the Tribunal. Attempt at your own risk.

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[miathesevikakitty]

Oh, um, hi! English is not my first language so sorry for all the mistakes, and I just wanted to say some cute things i saw in "The Sea Beast" the movie on Netflix. I know it's a little late but I just rewatched it and couldn't live without telling someone about those things I just noticed.

First of all, I'm a little obsessed with Sarah Sharpe so this will be most about her.

Ok, let's go, do y'all remember this scene? Where they all go down on that city before going to the castle? (I forgot the English name for the city since I watched it in Portuguese)

Well, look, Sarah goes first than anyone. (I couldn't find the specific scene but y'know) even tho there are part of the tripulation carrying those heavy horns from the beasts, she still goes first. Before Captain Crow and before Jacob, so, in my little mind I saw this as a way of them to be caring, since she clearly has some problems walking due to the leg.

Cus, like, imagine all the times she would be left behind cus she can't run properly? She probably can, obviously, but it won't be that easy. So, I'm pretty sure its like a unspoken rule to let Sarah go first anywhere.

Also, just imagine the trouble this woman has walking on sand, grass, and anything that would make her leg sink? Poor baby. Y'know, in heels, the heels keep sinking in the sand and grass and breaking and stuff. A easy way to protect yourself from that horror is to step on your toes, but Sarah's leg is only heel, do you get it? I hope it makes sense.

Anyway, one more thing I noticed.

She is like, "the fuck this b* gonna catch me slipping" on that scene. I don't know where she specifically is but, I'm sure this woman is doing her best to not fall. Cus, y'know, her leg doesn't seem to move (I forgot the verb in english) and it is probably complicated for her to get up by her own. And they're being attacked my woman doesn't wants to die today.

Also, funny thing that I had to watch 2-3 times to notice: she also uses swords and knifes, not only the guns. Everytime I though about her, I absolutely believed that she only used shotguns. But watching this scene, I can see she clearly using this sword. (There is any other name for it?)

And, oh, look at her model! It isn't rendered but we can see clearly some important things here: just like I said before, this leg would be the absolutely worst to walk on grass. It has this spikes thing and would easily get stuck, which would cause trouble. also, look! She wears more blue-green than others colors.

If you look well, you'll notice that every important character has its own pallette, and Sarah's is blue-green centered.

Comparing her to Captain Crow, his pallette is more Black-ish with golden.

He has mostly black in his coat, hat, shirt, pants and stuff while my woman wears this pretty blue.

Like, look (sorry for the BAD quality) Miss Merino is more red-ish. While Jacob is more yellow, even with the hints of red. She's blue and green.

Also, talking about Jacob, look.

My man's works out, just look and these arms that could easily carry me to death. It isn't a surprise that there are so much people simping for him he's absolutely playing on both sides.

Also, I'm pretty sure he "cuts to both sides" (it's a expression we use here to say someone likes both women and men) cus there's no damn way my man's haven't got his bitches.

Just look at him, I'm sure that he only arrives at the city's so he can talk to his girlies.

Learned with his mother figure Sarah.

Anyway, I'll stop simping (for now.).

Do y'all notice that his clothing are simpler? Even tho he's clearly the captains favorite, he goes with this white common shirt while everybody has its complicated and cool looks?

It is because he's the protagonist, he has to call attention to him. And everyone has its super cool design with all those textures and details and stuff, it would be hard for him to shine. So, instead of giving him a super cool clothing, he's wearing something plane and simple that's easier to remember about.

Same for Maisie, but I'll be talking about her later wait there.

Anyway, giving him a simpler design and clothing made him appear more in the scenes, specially the dark ones. Since his blouse is white, it appears a lot.

Ok, coming to maisie.

Diferente from Jacob, that has only his white shirt on top, she has three layers of clothing.

And yet, it is still simpler.

Why? Because it doesn't folds, doesn't has much detail and doesn't has much texture. What calls attention in her is specifically her hair and how her brighter colors doesn't mix with the rest of the tripulation BUT these who have a similar spirit!

Look at old Jack, who also has his little white shirt on, and that boy who Jacob saved in the start of the movie. Both of them have a lighter pallete, which goes just right with Jacob's and Maisie's pallete.

And also, notice that Maisie's also goes for blue-green colors. Just like Sarah, but her's are lighter tones.

No more, just noticed those cute details that I had to talk about.

[rararazaquato]

Valentine, you're a

horse

(rain code pony au. design notes under the cut!)

just as a note, i haven't seen my little pony since i was like. 11. and also i don't think i watched beyond twilight becoming an alicorn. my knowledge of later seasons mostly comes from horsecomix. so if i say anything that contradicts the Horse Lore, sorry about that.

ok now for individual designs.

yuma is a unicorn, mostly because mystery labyrinths require him to be able to hold a sword and talk at the same time. in addition to his memories, he lost his cutie mark in the pact, so everyone who sees him is like "damn you're an amnesiac AND a blank flank? pick a struggle". he doesn't have any accessories by default, but he probably gets a little hat in the rain + his cape in the mystery labyrinth. he was the first pony i drew, so his face looks a little janky. i struggled with drawing the ponies from any angle other than a perfect sideview, and the snouts/mouths were the hardest parts by far. the front view i did for yuma was a bit easier than the 3/4 view i did for most of the cast, but it was still tougher than i expected. pony artists who mimic the style of the show have all of my respect.

shinigami's spirit form was changed a little bit, although it was already so abstracted compared to a real human that i didn't feel i needed to change much in order to make her fit into the pony universe. i just swapped her horns out for wings and gave her a horn. i also removed her thumbs and made her colors closer to her human (er, pony) form. she's no longer a "death god" in the traditional sense, now being the "princess of death" in the same way twilight is the princess of friendship or cadence is the princess of love. she was sealed away because she was shit at her job (just killed a fuckton of people for no reason) but anypony who stumbled across the book she was sealed in can make a contract w her just like in rain code canon. obvi this is a little dark for the actual mlp universe, they wouldn't be putting a trigger-happy murder princess in their rated y cartoon, but this is the same fanbase that made fuckin. cupcakes and rainbow factory and a whole slew of others that make the main characters of mlp infinitely more fucked up than canon shinigami ever was. so i feel like we can have a little suspension of disbelief here.

shinigami's true form is an alicorn, obvi. she's a god princess, she's gonna be an alicorn. i tried to refrain from giving the characters too many accessories to better mimic the simpler mane 6 designs, but shinigami looked so naked with just the crown. so she also got her flower and little necklace. i didn't even attempt to put her hair in braids, since drawing her face at that angle was such a challenge already. upon posting this, i also realize i forgot to give her a tail. just imagine any tail you want on her. pin the tail on the shinigami. her cutie mark has the same dark void effect as nightmare moon's, although i can't remember if luna also has it as well. regardless, it's a visual tie-in to nightmare moon, who has a similar "princess banished to an inanimate object" thing going on. the actual cutie mark itself is two bones, representing death in a cutesy cartoony fashion. i was gonna do a skull and crossbones but then i realized. no one knows what a human skull looks like. there's no people. and i am NOT about to draw a fucking horse skull. so, bones it is.

yakou is probably the one i'm proudest of! i feel like i really captured the essence of the background pony in him. i feel like i could see him hanging out with lyra heartstrings and dr. whooves and i wouldn't bat an eyelash. his hair is a little longer than in the original design but i think it looks cute so it's fine. his cutie mark is an umbrella because his calling as a detective leads him to protect others like an umbrella protects you from the rain, plus kanai ward has its whole Thing. and he can be kind of a gloomy person at times, very pessimistic. he's an earth pony because he's just a normal guy, no forte in canon and stuff like that.

makoto was probably the trickiest to actually design. the element of mystery is super important in the original character design, but he was able to still have some skin exposed since almost all of the character designs in that game have a skintone of "homestuck white". in mlp, where coat colors can be any color of the rainbow (and the colors outside of the rainbow), makoto would lose that element of mystery. so, while i generally try to avoid putting the ponies in clothes, makoto kind of needed them. he's got his full suit and a set of gloves and white shoes for his hooves. instead of being a sort of "paper plate" mask, he's got a rubber halloween mask that extends past his neck instead. don't ask how the mane comes out of the mask. we don't ask how canon makoto's mask stays on with no straps, so don't ask about this one. the mask goes over his horn, so it blocks out most powerful magic, but basic spells like levitation are still possible with a bit of effort. the pants of his suit hide his cutie mark, and when asked about what it is, he gives a different answer each time.

kurumi isn't a super complicated or in-depth design. just a cute lil earth pony with a cutie mark of a speech bubble, since she does a lot of information gathering via talking to others. in hindsight, i should've given her freckles in the same color as her body outline. imagine she has freckles please. thank you.

fubuki is the design where i actually got the courage to attempt a braid. no idea if it looks good, i didn't use a reference and my hair is too short to braid it myself. i wanted an earth pony in the core group of nda members, and i was sort of torn between her and desuhiko. however, i'm a personal believer in the "all ponies can use magic on some level" theory, and that theory posits that earth ponies have a tendency to be able to use the intrinsic magic of their planet in subtle ways. applejack can enhance her physical strength without really doing anything consciously, and most importantly, pinkie pie can bend the laws of reality for The Bit. i think time travel is kinda like bending the laws of reality for The Bit. plus, desuhiko's disguise ability is kinda like an illusion, which feels like more of a unicorn ability. her cutie mark is a clock. because. uh. you know.

desuhiko is a unicorn for reasons i mentioned in fubuki's notes. his backpack is worn like a saddle, but he can still use it to disguise himself like in rain code canon. his cutie mark is the bag with a star on it, hinting that there's a superstar (him) in the bag. not much to say about him other than that.

vivia is a pegasus. since his forte allows him to fly, it makes sense for him to be able to fly in his base form as well - he'd get used to the flight powers inherent to his ability a lot quicker if he could already do it. he's definitely more of a fluttershy than a rainbow dash in terms of how he uses his ability to fly. he prefers to walk, but if his legs get tired, he'll switch to flying for a little bit. but then both his legs and his wings get tired and he takes a little nap. that's what the pose is meant to be, altho it does look a bit like he's flying. his cutie mark is a disappearing flash shape, as his spirit form is invisible and he tends to disappear into the background in general. someone in the rain coat server told me he looks like stoney pony and i haven't been able to get that out of my mind.

halara was the last pony i drew, because i love them and wanted to get as much pony-drawing experience as i could before turning them into an equine. can't have my pookie bear looking like shit! they are also a pegasus, but not for forte reasons like vivia. rather, they just do impressive feats of athleticism on the reg, and i feel like they would be a great flyer as a result. imagine the scene where yuma calls for help while being detained by seth and the peacekeepers. a blue and purple bursts onto the scene from the fucking clouds and halara is divebombing the peacekeepers. that'd be sick as fuck. their cutie mark is an eye, because postcognition is all about sight.

erm ok thats everyone!!! i'm bad at pony names so if anyone has any ideas leave them in the comments or the tags ☺️

[amigac0debasic13]

hey guys. Do u even care about what I have to say. Thats right baby. It’s a mini rant. Young Garmadon edition and the horrors of white boy Star Wars core.

Okay so. Erm.? I don’t like garmadons child design in the show. This guy is way too twink coded as a young adult for me and that’s wrong. He’s a beast. And also))??? Lots of paragraphs on Wu depression. Thats the synopsis now look below for further horro r

Hello??? Dang man tatooine is calling ???? IM. SORRY THAT WAS MEAN. I’ve always felt like the spinjitzu bro books did a better job with his design, but brunette just isn’t it. Black hair. Right now. Make it naturally white but also make him fucjing stupid so he dyes it with Ink because he doesn’t want whit4 hair cause he’s DUMB.

Look alive. Make him wear a ponytail and give him the black dyed hair COWARDS.

Anyways that parts over. Now I’m going to talk about my issues with how people draw him in his human form a lot.

I feel like the twinkification is real. All human designs I’ve found of Garmadon that don’t use legos ambiguous yellow color are pasty white and this madness must STOP!!! I think if u wanna make him a cracker it’s ok. It’s fine. But it is a little boring seeing the same designs scatter my Garmadon picture wall(/J I DONT HABE THA)

‘And also while I’m at it, I’m gonna be real and say that any design for wu in the series is pretty good. Still mad he looks like a normal guy. TBH. Many fan designs give him more dragon like traits, and I think that’s so cool, but I’ve always had a specific idea I’ve never seen executed personally. I think Wu would chop his horns off if he had them permanently out.

Wu clearly isn’t a fan of just showing off his dragon or Oni traits. He straight up doesn’t do it, even as a kid (he should honestly be shown with those traits cause he really doesn’t give a fuck as a child) and I believe that his tormented old man position (see the many drawings and tweets from the shows authors and writers) he wouldn’t exactly be drawn to having his traits on display. The completely reasonable solution? Scar himself permanently by wacking them off with a blade. Sounds like something he’d do in young adult hood. His horns being out insinuates he can’t just shapeshift to make them go away, so erm!! Pretty smart solution ngl!!!

‘’Now it’s time for Wu trauma oooooooo!!!!! Oh my god part of his soul is GONE????

In one of the spinjitzu bro books Wus soul is forced into a little puppet. At the end of the book, the puppet is still alive and moving. When the ninja ask to see a puppet show before Wu recounts this, he has a physical reaction.

so. Wu is having a great time. Also, in one of the comics (forgot the name and I can’t for the LIFE OF ME remember where I read this) he confronts. Basically the embodiment of his fears. Basically he doesn’t want to become like his SHIT father who is literally god. leave him ALONE.

So. Uhm. In conclusion. Whirlwind (wus canon nickname) and Softie (Garmadons canon nickname) need to get their shit together <33333333

[moonchildreads]

small town

Chapter 6 - Walking on Sunshine

IN THIS CHAPTER: A surprise birthday lunch, a shitty but perfect Polaroid, and Chrissy gives advice to a friend in need [2.7k]

WARNINGS: vague allusions to former shitty friends, eddie being insecure, author not knowing how GPAs work

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I used to think maybe you loved me, now, baby, I’m sure And I just can’t wait ‘till the day when you knock on my door

Monday, April 21st - 1986

Dottie spent the entire morning feeling like she was gonna throw up. She’d seen Mike and Dustin at the school entrance and both boys had simply waved at her before going back to their hushed conversation. Gareth and her delivered their joint report during Political Science and he spent the rest of their time together talking about how his sister had gotten a part-time job at a coffee shop while she was in college in Arizona. Jeff had crossed paths with her in the hallway and barely said hi before he hurried into the boys’ bathroom, catching his shoulder on the door frame as he went in. Donny had returned the latest tape he’d borrowed without much fanfare and promptly disappeared for the rest of the day. It seemed that the only person at school who remembered her birthday was Ms. Kelly, and that wasn’t even as comforting as one might think; she had obviously read it from her file before the start of their weekly check-in.

When the bell rang signaling lunch was starting, she felt the urge to hide in a bathroom stall and cry until her next class but even that was making her stomach churn; she shared English Literature with Eddie and he was nowhere to be found. She didn’t know what would be worse: him showing up having forgotten her birthday or not seeing him at all. Swallowing her own anxieties, she grabbed her little lunchbox from the back of her locker and hid away the birthday note her dad had stuck to it in the front pocket of her jean overalls. They are just stupid boys, she thought, trying to school her disappointed expression. They probably think my birthday is on Saturday. It’s not like they don’t care anymore or hate me all of a sudden. Taking a deep breath once she saw her friends sitting at their usual table at the cafeteria, she put on a calculated smile and pretended everything was fine. She’d done this before. She could do it again. They’d never have to know.

“Hey-” she hadn’t even finished greeting them when suddenly they all jumped out of their seats with party horns between their lips.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” they screamed, making a lot of noise and attracting attention from nearby tables.

“This one’s for you,” Dustin said, putting a paper party hat on her head, being careful to not snap the elastic on her chin.

She stared at them for a few eternal seconds, Dustin handing out more party hats and Donny accidentally letting go of the elastic as it was passing his nose. Even Eddie was wearing one, his wild hair flattened by the colorful paper. They didn’t forget, she realized. They planned this because they care about me. They didn’t forget. It was like the coil that had been tightening all morning had suddenly snapped inside her, and even if she was hyper aware that she was currently being watched by a lot of people, she couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks.

“You assholes!” she yelled at them, hiding her face, crying and laughing at the same time. “You made me think you forgot!”

There was a flutter around the table as the teens looked at each other in panic with the knowledge that they’d gone a bit too far with their nonchalant act before they surrounded her, soothing palms on her back and offering a million apologetic hugs.

“I knew it, I knew this was a terrible idea,” Dustin was saying. “I told them you were gonna get upset if we ignored you all day.”

“We’re so sorry, fuck, we didn’t mean it, please don’t cry,” Gareth was stuck to her side like velcro.

“I totally thought you had figured us out when I ran into the bathroom door, shit,” Jeff said.

“I thought you were about to pee yourself, dumbass,” she retorted, her tears finally drying up, a smile on her face.

“Okay, okay, chill out, guys, let her breathe,” Eddie said, carving a little path between the boys to get to her. He pulled her into a hug and she instantly hid her face on his chest.

“You fucking idiot, I was so sure you were skipping class today,” she slapped his back softly with open fingers.

“And miss my favorite girl’s birthday? I would never,” he muttered into her hair.

Dottie nuzzled his chest, a warm feeling spreading all the way to her feet and a grin growing on her face. Eddie chuckled as he threw his head back slightly, the tenderness of the moment fully on display for everyone to see embarrassing him to the bone, but he didn’t have enough willpower to let her go yet. Thankfully for him, the boys began singing Happy Birthday loud enough for her to get curious and unentangle herself from his arms. Mike was holding a rather large chocolate muffin with bright pink frosting and a lit candle on top, waiting for her to make a wish.

“Mrs. Nelson! Mrs. Nelson!” Dustin waved to a teacher who was watching the scene unfold with a pleased smile on her face. “Can you take a picture for us?”

He pulled out a Polaroid instant camera from his backpack under the table and positioned the woman to take what he thought was the perfect shot. The gentle Geography teacher waited for them to get situated; everyone huddled up around Mike and Dottie, who was thinking very hard about the most important wish she’d ever made. She nodded at Mike to let him know she was ready, and he brought the candle up to her face. I wish for all of us to always be friends no matter what happens, she thought with as much will as she had in her heart and blew out the flame, the boys cheering around her.

“Happy birthday, princess,” Eddie said, lips dangerously close to her ear.

As she turned to look at him, the pet name making her already very sensitive stomach do somersaults inside her, she heard the familiar click of a picture being snapped. Dustin thanked the teacher and retrieved the camera, flicking the sticky paper wildly for it to develop faster. Once they finally settled down at the table for lunch, a few kind people and teachers who had seen the celebration go down approached to wish her a happy birthday and, for the first time since she moved in, Dottie felt really, truly comfortable in Hawkins, Indiana.

“Son of a bitch,” Dustin said, finally looking at the Polaroid, Dottie making grabby hands in his direction immediately. “We aren’t even looking at the camera!”

“Lemme see,” she said, grabbing the picture and bringing it to her side of the table.

Dustin was right, literally none of them were looking at the camera but all of them had been caught in various states of happiness and celebration. Mike looked very panicked about dropping the muffin as he was being shaken from behind by Donny’s hand on his shoulder, the rest of the older boy’s body barely visible behind Jeff who had a party horn dangling from his mouth, and Dustin himself had been caught either singing or talking, his eyes closed and hands coming together in a clap. Gareth was standing to Dottie’s right, one arm around her waist, laughing while looking at Jeff’s general direction, and Eddie was on her left, hands in his pockets, looking straight at her with puppy eyes and what was perhaps the most unguarded smile she’d seen on him yet. Dottie’s body was pointed towards Mike, one hand grabbing his arm to help stabilize him, but her head was turned towards Eddie, her eyes landing on him with a smitten expression and a shy smile on her lips.

“It’s perfect,” she declared, committing the memory to the Forever drawer in the part of her brain that kept her most precious moments safe.

She was sure that she’d have time to analyze why she felt giddy every time her eyes landed on the way Eddie was looking at her in the picture, but not today. Today was her birthday, and she was the happiest she’d been in a very long time.

Wednesday, April 23rd - 1986

“I thought what you guys did for Dorothy’s birthday the other day was really sweet,” Chrissy said, putting away the small bag of weed she’d just bought from Eddie.

“You only turn 18 once, right?” he smiled, remembering their lengthy argument about how to cut the muffin in enough pieces for everyone at the table. She’d given the biggest piece to Mike. “She deserves it for putting up with us.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only reason why you went full out.”

Eddie looked at Chrissy intrigued by what she was saying. By now, he’d already realized that what he felt for Dottie was more than just a simple friendship or even a short-lived crush. He could be rather oblivious at times but he wasn’t that dumb, even he could tell something was different here when he actually started looking forward to going to school every morning. But truth be told, Eddie Munson simply wasn’t very experienced in matters of the heart. He’d gone out on a couple of dates with people he’d met at gigs and fooled around here and there but still, he was no Steve Harrington. In his most honest moments, he had to admit that Mike Wheeler probably had more moves than he did. At least he actually had a girlfriend, which is something Eddie had never really had. Hell, even Dustin had a girlfriend if all his talk about Certified Genius Suzie was real.

No, he had to admit, if not to anyone else but to himself, that him being inexperienced had been his own fault. There had been no shortage of out-of-town drunks throwing themselves at him after shows, but deep down, Eddie was insecure and that had been a running gag with former Hellfire Club members and Corroded Coffin bandmates that still weighed heavily on his mind. He’s just bad at picking up chicks, one of his old friends had said back when he was on his very first run at being a senior. He’ll learn. And yes, he had learned the theory but therein lay his second problem: he was too aware of his own reputation to put those things in practice seriously. It had been easy to make out in the back of his van with people who saw him as their shot at feeling like real groupies, and he certainly had indulged in those moments from time to time; he was, after all, a hormonal teenager.

But just as he was all too conscious that he had the necessary charm to be a playboy if he really wanted to and the knowledge that his infamy as “the freak of Hawkins High” attracted a very particular kind of crowd to him, he was also painfully cognizant that he had never really felt, well, love. Or at least not even the kind of infatuation that could have led to love if nurtured right. All his high school crushes had been on people that had been so far away from what he considered his own league, and it certainly didn’t help that the only time he had actually had the courage to ask someone out (two weeks before his Junior prom, he remembered the day like it had been yesterday), the girl in question had laughed at him for a solid minute. And told her friends. Who had also laughed at him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Chrissy asked, interrupting his journey down sad and jilted memory lane.

“Would you date me?”

“What?” she laughed, but there was no malice. That was the thing about Chrissy Cunningham: she would always laugh with you, never at you. “You know I have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, and he’s a douche but that’s beside the point,” he paced in front of her, his sneakers crunching leaves on the grass. “I’m asking if you as a girl, not as Chrissy, think that I could be… dateable,” he cringed as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Wow. You really got it bad for her.”

“Chrissy, come on,” he said, dragging the Os for effect. “I don’t know what I’m doing here, okay, cut me some slack.”

“Okay, alright,” she sighed. “Do you want the hard truth or do I… soften it for you first?”

“Just give it to me,” he draped himself dramatically on the picnic table where he usually did all his drug deals.

“I think you’re a great guy, Eddie. You’re funny, you know who you are and what you want,” he made a face but she continued anyway. “You are really genuine and you care a lot about your friends. It’s just that… well, I don’t really know Dorothy but-”

“You’d love her,” he muttered, hiding his eyes with his arm. He felt entirely too vulnerable in this conversation.

“You’re not exactly the kind of guy the good girls get to take home to their parents, you know? Even if we want to.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not saying she wouldn’t do it, like I said, I don’t really know her but it’s complicated for girls like us. There’s… expectations and rules.”

“God, could you imagine,” he chuckled darkly. “The 3.74 GPA girl with the guy who got held back two years in a row. Now that’s a fantasy story.”

“You know her GPA by heart?” she said, incredulous.

“It’s projected. She said it should be 3.92 if it was weighted, whatever that means.”

“Jesus Christ, Eddie.”

“I feel like I’m losing my mind,” he rolled over and let himself drop to the grass.

“Yeah, well, welcome to the club.”

Chrissy watched him throw a mini tantrum on the floor and felt truly bad for him. He had been so kind to her all this time, and he was actually so far removed from the terrifying image some people liked to pretend was the real him. It was in these moments that she was aware that they were both equally lost kids, just tryharding their way through high school, making mistakes they’d probably regret for the rest of their lives. She tilted her head to the side as he sat down again and began picking greenery out of his hair.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you are completely hopeless,” she rested her head on her hand. “You just gotta clean up a little bit.”

“I showered this morning,” he said, and smelled his shirt just in case.

“I meant, you gotta clean up your act! Get your grades straight, graduate, be more… I don’t know… this Eddie,” she made a circular gesture at his general direction with her hand. “Not the standing-on-tables-angry-at-the-world Eddie you put on to scare everyone away. The real you.”

“I’ll have you know that my table monologues are 100% the real me, thank you very much.”

“Eddie.”

“Alright,” he sighed. “I get it. I gotta be more like Jason.”

“Fuck no.”

“Chrissy Cunningham, saying a bad word,” he put his hand to his chest, always a drama queen.

“Look. Jason is my boyfriend, and I love him,” she stopped him before he could interject with a wave of her hand. “But I don’t think he’s what Dorothy is looking for. She already likes you enough to be your friend, you just gotta… help her out a little bit! Be a version of you she can bring home to her grandparents’ for Christmas.”

Eddie stared at his metallic lunchbox, running scenarios in the back of his mind. He was going to her house on Saturday for her birthday party, and he was going to meet her Dad there. It was incredibly important to make a good impression; he feared that he wouldn’t let her hang out with him anymore even if she insisted that he was “a cool Dad”. In his experience, there was a limit to how understanding parents could be when he was around. A light bulb turned on in his brain, a mischievous grin spreading on his face. Chrissy tilted her head at him, curiously.

“If you had to guess, what would be Dot’s clothing size?”

[cosmossupernova]

So I have those two ocs that I love so freaking much and I need their story to exit in another place other than my mind. So yeah, that's what all of this is about.

ANYWAY ! This fic is mostly just for fun so yeah, don't expect me to be too serious about all of this.

This is the story of Daisy, a robotic angel that got bored of heaven and decided to go live in hell for the sake of it. Down there she's going to meet love a second time until she realize that it's mostly one sided because the one she loves is way too obsessed with another man. And Hikari, a fallen angel that is literally made of light as she ressembles a hologram. Those two girls cannot see each other and would do anything to get rid of the other... unless ? Let's discover why do they hate each other in the first place and how they had to work together in order to save their lives.

I genuinely hope that someone is going to read the story of my oc and is going to like them :,)

You can also find that fic on AO3

Part 1: Daisy

- “ GODDAMNIT ! WHERE THE FUCK IS IT ?! ”

I hear the television demon yell in the other room, probably looking for his phone that I had kindly took with me and put on the coffee table in the living room as I was sat on the couch watching TV.

- “ It's right here honey, like always. ”

I sighed as I finally saw my boyfriend's head pop out from the other room and look at me with a confused look until I pointed his phone on the table. He smiled and quickly walked over me to grab what seemed to be more important than me. I tried smiling at him hoping that would get a reaction out of him and maybe, in the best case, a kiss the cheek but of course, I was met with nothing as he walked away and finished getting ready for work. Not even a freaking thank you ?! Ugh, why am I even trying ? He lost interest in me a long time ago. The only reason we're still dating is because, first, I'm good looking and the fans love me ! And second, since I'm a pretty popular pop star, I'm giving him publicity just by going out with him. I let out an annoyed groaned as I pinched the bridge of my nose before I heard the front door slam, meaning that he was already gone. I felt tears in my eyes as he, once again, forgot to just say goodbye to me or even acknowledge me. I finally stood up after a few long minutes and stretched. I didn't have work today so I could pretty much anything that I wanted except if it has anything to do with his money, reputation or Alastor. I shook my head as I tried to chase my thoughts away and walked toward the bathroom, thinking about Alastor, I could go pay a visit at that hotel ! It has been a while since I talked to its residents ! Wouldn't want them to think that I don't like them or the project anymore ! I quickly showered, brushed my blonde hair and tied my hair in a ponytail. I then looked at myself in the mirror. Even with my demon disguise, I still looked pretty heavenly, white skin that resembled porcelain, baby blue eyes that looked like the heaven sky and blonde hair that reminded me a yellow tulip. At least I still had my raccoon like mask around my eyes, my tail that was ending with a street light, since my death was linked to those and of course, my horns.

When I got back into our shared room, that was mostly mine with how little he slept in it, I immediately opened my closet and started looking through my clothes. Most of them were gifts from Vox but I didn't really like any of those because they always looked too much like... him. I finally found my favorite dress and took it out of the closet. I was a dark red dress that had a had short skirt and gave me a beautiful cleavage, I knew he didn't like it because it was showing too much skin and because of its color but I didn't really care about what he thought of it. I put it on before I put on a matching pair of shoes and grabbed my purse.

Damn I looked hot like that. Too bad my boyfriend didn't care about me.

I sighed and finally left our penthouse so I could finally go to that little hotel. I decided to walk because I definitely needed some fresh hair after being inside for so long.

About 30 minutes later, I finally arrived in front of Charlie's hotel, I took a deep breath before I knocked and waited for someone to answer the door. The seconds went by and quickly became minutes. I knocked again, harder this time, hoping someone would hear. me until I lost my patiente and entered the hotel. It was empty.

I looked around for a moment until it was clear that no one was there, I sat there, confused because it was really unusual for Charlie to leave the hotel without any words but I just guessed she was busy somewhere else. I took a sit on a couch and looked at a painting for a moment before I took my phone out and noticed a text rom Vox. I was about to open it to see what he could possibly have to tell me but I was interrupted by someone kicking the hotel's doors open.

- “ Heya everyone ! ”

I groaned in annoyance when I recognized the voice of the only person I hated in heaven and hell.I slowly turned my head around and almost let a sigh out when my eyes met the white dots in her dark eyes, the only part of her that wasn't producing light. Hikari, one of the few person that knew about my secret and definitely the person I hated the most. Unlike me, she didn't hide her annoyance when she spotted me.

- “ Oh great ! Miss I'm so much better than everyone is there but none of the people I wanted to see are ! Just great ! ” She facepalmed and let out an annoyed sigh before she sat on the couch in front of me. “ Where is everyone anyway ? ”

- “ If I knew, I wouldn't be sitting here in front of you. ” I answered with a glare. “ I've been waiting for them for a few minutes already, so you should probably leave since they're not going to be back soon. ” I smirked and crossed my arms, I knew how impatient she was so I was sure she was going to left really soon.

- “ Nah, I'll wait. ” It was her turn to smirk as she noticed my smile dropping. “ Wouldn't want you to feel too lonely now, miss nobody cares about me ! ”

- “ Ugh, if you want to insult me, at least be original ! You've called me that a hundred times ! It's not even funny! ” I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone again but she yanked it away from me.

- “ What's so important that you're going to drop your polite act to check your phone ? Oooooh, your boyfriend sent you a text ! Well, it would be a real shame if I... answered it instead of you ! ”

She started laughing as I stood up and clenched my fists. She looked at me with a smirk but her smile quickly dropped when I tackled her and pinned her to the couch.

Welp... yeah, I wanted to leave some suspense on my little story ! But don't worry ! I should write the next chapter pretty soon ! Anyway, thank you for reading the first chapter and I'll see you on part two !

[ulabewriting]

Karter Foreman-McGuire.

he/him.

TW : mention of smoking, bad relationship with parents and coming-out(going good tho)

– Nigerian, adopted in Benin City.

– Capricorn.

– Transgender / AFAB.

– Tattoo artist.

• part of the “don’t give a fuck about being rich” duo. (skyh’s bestie<3)

• rejects every single one of his parent’s “beliefs” and morals.

• will never forgive them for the poor treatment of Liz. (clearly the sibling he’s closest to, jokingly calls her his “favorite”.)

• chillest person you’ve ever met.

• until the topic is his parents. he gets very tense.

• somehow knows everything about everyone. (that means he’s the best to gossip with ;] )

• is insanely scared of love and getting into a relationship. (he freaked out soooo bad when he realized his feelings for you–)

• loves people very deeply though. There are no words to describe the intensity of his feelings for his siblings, friends and you.

• a skater guy. (the cliché one listening to some mean linkin park, yeah, yeah, yeah.)

• loves drawing and painting. he regularly adds little drawings on his skateboard.

• one of the most creative people you’ll ever meet.

• becoming a tattoo artist has always been his dream.

• would go into mind break if you ask him to tattoo you. He’d be so touched and flattered you’d trust him with something such, he could cry.

• doesn’t have any tattoos himself though.

• wears long sleeves all the time, no matter the season and temperature.

• « You ever think about, like, how… . . damn, I forgot what I was saying. . . .Anyway, you hungry ? »

• LOVES to have movie night dates with you. both of you, cuddles, coraline playing in the back. perfection.

• random guy with a random sense of humour. definitely the type to find elaborated jokes unfunny but will be cry-laughing because of a goofy horn noise.

• is into urbex. loves to find and explore the most rannndom, weirrrrd places. it kind of freaks you out sometimes but it makes him happy so oh well. :)

• « I swear ! I found the coolest place; apparently it’s an ancient hospital where patients used to summon evil spirits. We haaaave to go tonight ! Imagine if we hear like… weird laughs and little voices and shit. That’s so sick??? »

• absolutely hates alcohol. grape juice though ? he needs it to function.

• he's the jealous type. (but won't everrrr admit it; he'll pout and whine if you mention it.)

• writes lyrics of his favorite songs on the sole of his shoes.

• Oliver and him, as the « only bros of the pack », love to roleplay as exaggerated dudebros/toxic masculinity fucks from time to time and they always get cut short by Dominic and Liz’ disapproving glares, which only causes them to giggle stupidly and exchange knowing glances. dudebros in their own bubble i guess–

• draws little hearts and stars on your skin. (would definitely color your tattoos if you have some!)

• the funny introvert of the group.

• laughs very easily. he looks scary until he flashes you the whitest, largest, most genuine smile eveR.

• kind of has fangs. cute little fangs. (and he bites to show his love, so yeah, prepare yourself–)

• obsessed with belts. He has a whole collection and it’s quite impressive–

• his love languages ? quality time and acts of service.

• plays guitar.

• calls you ‘precious’.

• it was his dream to join a band when he was in high school.

• sings you sweet lullabies when you can’t sleep – he has a beautiful, soothing voice, so it never takes you long to fall asleep.

• he was scared to death about coming out. Naturally, the first person he confided in was Liz, when he was 17. She had the sweetest, most supportive reaction and it really encouraged him to fully step out of the closet. By the time he was 20, he was out to the whole family, including his parents.

• has a special spot in his heart for Oliver. After all, he’s always been his ‘masculine role model’. (cause it sure as hell wasn’t his father lmao)

• remembers everything about you. even the smallest, ‘stupidest’ details.

• jokes about hating men all the time, and blames everything on them. The dishwasher not working ? Yeah, probably some man's fault. One of Celestia's designer bags missing ? Random dog barking in the streets ? Global warming ? MEN.

• very supportive. He’s the fondest about anything you do; he's always hyping up Mickayla’s brand and still wears her first pieces, he always showed up to Skyh’s plays even though he hates theater…No matter how uninterested he may seem; he deeply cares about what is going on around him and his loved ones.

• only wears silver jewelry, and you won’t ever catch him running around in the streets without a choker on.

• loves matching with you. phone cases, necklaces, bracelets, nail art – anything. anything as long as it's you.

• likes pda. Holding hands, hugging you, squeezing your waist, locking an arm around your shoulders… there’s no way you two go out and his hands are not everywhere on you.

• never smokes when you’re around. (unless you smoke as well, in that case; he will insist to light up your cigarette, it always brings a little smile to his lips when he does it.)

• wears strawberry chapstick 24/7. He can’t live without it.

• draws you all the time. He has lots of random sketches on the corner of his notebooks’ pages and big ass paintings of you hidden under his bed – he’s scared you’d find him too obsessive and creepy if you found out how many of those he has.

• a sucker for cartoons. If you wait for him on his bed, ready to cuddle, an episode of teen titans on the tiny TV in his room, he’ll wrap himself around you like a blanket and never let go–

• reserved, but very vocal about his dislikes. Like if someone says something he has a problem with, he’ll say it. He won’t be rude about it, but he’ll definitely make it crystal clear.

• one of his dreams is to have a matching tattoo with all his siblings. Something discreet and meaningful; a symbol for the unique, disconcerting experience that being a Foreman-McGuire is.

• « You look like a whole ass museum all by yourself, precious. I could look at you forever… and as a matter of fact, I will. »

[chatterbox-juice]

tw: very brief mention of torture

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY UNUSED ALPHAS THERE ARE???

"This list is derived from the named animal statues that are sold alongside the main active Alpha statues. These animals may have multiple den items dedicated to them, but they have not made any active appearances in the game." - TAKEN FROM THE WIKI. BUT THERE ARE 37 UNUSED ALPHAS:

Amelia - Fox Alpha

Andy - Llama Alpha

Atlas - Lion Alpha

Aurora - Arctic Fox Alpha

Barrett - Polar Bear Alpha

Biff - Hyena Alpha

Boomer - Kangaroo Alpha

Calypso - Sea Turtle Alpha

Carmen - Pig Alpha

Cornelius - Crocodile Alpha

Dakota - Cougar Alpha

Drake - Shark Alpha

Edmund - Giraffe Alpha

Fang - Sabertooth Alpha

Faye - Sheep Alpha

Harper - Seal Alpha

Hudson - Otter Alpha

Jade - Snow Leopard Alpha

Jamal - Toucan Alpha

Jarvis - Lemur Alpha

Koko - Flamingo Alpha

LaSalle - Raccoon Alpha

Manni - Sloth Alpha

Marco - Penguin Alpha

Mica - Coyote Alpha

Olive - Cheetah Alpha

Otto - Elephant Alpha

Perry - Falcon Alpha

Ruby - Rhinoceros Alpha

Sigurd - Deer Alpha

Sophia - Horse Alpha

Star - Direwolf Alpha

Valentina - Eagle Alpha

Victor - Octopus Alpha

Star and Fang are no longer shamans in my rewrite (will elaborate on later) so that's 35, but HOLY SHIT. the newer animals (red panda, camel, moose, arabian horse, clydesdale horse, great horned owl, fennec fox, skunk) don't have any known alphas, so that's eight unknown alphas. we're at 43, which is a lot to incorporate into the timeline. i'm not counting the original six in this count

BUT because I want it, I want to include reskins as well, which are the spring bunny, snowflake arctic wolf, polar arctic fox, enchanted eagle, autumn coyote, spooky snow leopard, fearsome falcon, jamaaliday deer, legendary eagle, royal red panda, frolicking fox, and rainbow raccoon. each reskin has seven colors that can be chosen in the customization tab, but legendary eagle is based on elements (?) and has four different patterns respectively that can be chosen from: wood, lava, metal, and crystal. i'm counting it as four different "animals," and wood, lava, metal, and crystal, have four colors that can be chosen instead of the usual seven. including all of the variations, we're at 143 (?) shamans to create characters for

OH FUCK okay so here's what I'm thinking; the reskins can be delegated to their respective shamans. for example, I'm already planning for Jade, the Snow Leopard Shaman, to have the spooky snow leopard reskin part of them, as a curse? this part is still being worked out, but base Jade and s.s.l are the same leopard but in different forms. the ones getting wiped completely are snowflake arctic wolf (no shaman) spring bunny (it's getting changed into a power), autumn coyote (no), and jamaaliday deer (also no).

GOD this is going to be a bit more difficult than I anticipated. I need to come up w lore for 143 (? i forgot) characters within the cohesive timeline. i'm thinking the unused shamans are going to emerge after the Renaissance, in Late-Early History, Late History, and Modern History eras.

i could've sworn it was said somewhere that alphas can't create new alphas for some reason? well if they can't, they can in my AU yeah, it's relevant now. Mira in her haste to save Zios from the phantoms, left behind some of her feathers unintentionally. the six can't create new shamans on their own, but with the use of a feather and an animal heartstone, a new shaman can be created. not as powerful as the six bc they weren't borderline tortured as children (here), and were just given magical abilities, but still. here's what i'm thinking:

Liza, the leader of the shamans after Mira and Zios' disappearance, most likely granted shamanship to the most animals, and we'll go from most to least:

Liza: Andy Biff Boomer Edmund Hudson Jarvis Manni Otto Sigurd Tavie

Sir Gilbert: Atlas Barrett Calypso Cornelius Harper Marco Ruby Sophia

Peck: Amelia Jade Jamal Koko LaSalle Mica Valentina

Graham: Dakota Drake Faye Victor

Cosmo: Carmen Olive Perry

Greely: Aurora

Tavie is an interesting case. In the game, she's the first underwater alpha. Now, since underwater areas in aj don't get much love, it's natural Tavie, the ONLY active underwater alpha in the game, would be left in the dust, but NOT IN MY AU. Here, since she was the first underwater alpha, I imagine that Liza gave Tavie the ability to grant shamanship by proxy.

the phantoms canonically can go underwater, and don't seem to be affected by it, so maybe Liza gave Tavie a task or something (task is not the word I'm looking for). Tavie would scan the oceans for most underwater shamans since the number of ocean animals compared to land animals is, uh, pathetic, to say the least. when Tavie found someone suitable, she'd go to one of the original six and be like "hey I think [name] would be a great shaman" and BAM. so, if you're counting Tavie:

Tavie (by proxy):

Calypso Drake Victor I'm not counting Barrett, Harper, and Hudson towards Tavie's count because they can go on land, and I imagine that one of the original six found them wandering around.

[ju-nebugg]

okay folks you wanted details so i’m gonna give you the rundown, enjoy!

HENLEY

overall:

- henley is spiky and swoopy, and there are very few cool tones in any aspect of his core design

- his hair gets slightly darker w every soul life he loses (idk why i just liked it visually, subtle way to make him look a little more tired and desperate)

layer 1:

- he’s naked. that’s it

layer 2:

- angry, angry man. a hint of his future liam neeson era, perhaps?

- one soul life gone! horns :)

layer 3:

- not much to say here.

eric’s mind:

- his asshole schoolboy accent haunts me to this day

- ofc the uniforms in eric’s mind would be slightly purple. just common sense i fear

- probably the most clothed we’ve ever seen him

layer 4:

- another soul life gone! tail :)

- first mistake i found, i totally forgot to color it in but i imagine that by this point he’s started cinching his towels with a belt

- + added soul coin necklace! dumbass

layer 5:

- this is when he was all sneaky undercover (top 10 moment imo, w the hilarious payoff of the worm pants)

- speaking of which, the pants of perception! i tried to make them look a little worm-y

- henley with a gun is a TERRIFYING and DANGEROUS concept and a risk to society as a whole. never let it happen again.

layer 6:

- i like henley w the cape so i think he brought it over from stygia

- forgot to color the goddamn belt again. june review her work challenge: impossible

- also you cannot tell me henley fucking whispers wouldn’t grab a pair of ridiculous driving goggles

layer 7:

- okay so let’s just break down the viscount sebastian blackwood look real quick:

- lipstick (from a murdered pair of clumsy, glamorous yetis) smeared all over his face

- rabbit gloves (which i decided not to show?? for some reason?????)

- yeti fur shorts

- holdsworth’s tiny ass trousers pulled up to the knee

- incredible

layer 7 (part two!)

- he has his soul lives restored, so his hair is light again!

- kinda wish i’d made his gloves a little chunkier, that’ll be a good retcon for me

- FORGOT TO COLOR THE FUCKIGN BELT AGAINNN

GLUEBRICK

overall:

- color palette is very dirt + stone, earthy and cool

- combination of round + square shapes, bc he’s sweet but sturdy

- his colors stay pretty consistently bright across his soul lives bc he stays positive for the most part and i wanted to maintain the levity

layer 1:

- he’s all chained up (broke out of the goddamn wall lmao)

- pretty simple clothing, i don’t imagine that he’d wear too much finery w his background

- i like to think that the fluffy things on his belt that appear later were a part of the avernus military uniform he put on, and he liked them enough to keep it on :)

layer 2:

- angryyyyyy

- his eyes go white (no thoughts in there)

- little bits of grayness on his face and knuckles, wish i’d done a bit more but i wanted to go for a bit of that stony vibe chris described in that one scene

layer 3:

- he’s having an existential crisis :(

- the color of the boiler suit looks rlly good w his hair lol i didn’t plan that but it’s nice

- he’s got his little fairy friend!

eric’s mind:

- stupid stupid idiot boy. big stupid boy. dunce cap.

- the uniform is WAY too small for him, and i doubt a tie would have lasted very long on him lmao

- one soul life gone! horns :)

layer 4:

- another soul life gone! tail :)

- the idea that gluebrick’s tail is super animated and expressive makes me so happy

- not much else. look at him he’s adorable

layer 6:

- sweetface!!!!!

- so i tried to make the fake gluebrick’s color palette a bit more saturated and plasticky, with a lot more rounded edges

- sweetface got the color of his fluffy bits wrong. idiot.

- LOVED drawing this one

layer 7:

- white eyes again :(

- not much new stuff going on there, almost made him all bloody but decided against it. regretting that decision now (isn’t that just the motto of this whole post??? june regrets her decisions???)

layer 7 (part two!)

- HE’S GOT SPELLS!!!!!!!

- might end up adding some more paladin stuff once he figures himself out a bit more, but i made his colors a little lighter and brighter and i think he’s just got a bit of a glow to him now. shine bright like a diamond, babygirl <3

hope that was interesting enough <33

made the horrible painful decision a few weeks ago to draw full character evolution charts for each of the happy boys, so here are the first two!!

i’ll keep the descriptions mild here, but if anyone in this tiny fandom is interested in the finer details/design choices i made, let me know and i’ll ill make a separate post :)

guide: left to right -> ep 1 onwards, skulls represent remaining soul lives!

HENLEY WHISPERS

+ close ups!

GLUEBRICK BUMBLEDUNG

+ close ups!

[metfell]

Do you have any advice for drawing with markers? I'm trying to improve and wondering how you do it so well

alright yes i do. okay so markers are all about LAYERS of color. so here's some WIP's of a work i did recently we'll walk through some tips.

so step one here is the sketch. you'll want to get either a kneaded eraser or just be careful, and lightly erase over the entire image. this picks up loose graphite, and keeps your markers from smearing gray across the entire thing.

so i lay down a base layer. this isnt actually one marker though, its three. using the lightest marker, block out everywhere youre going to color. use circular motions or a brushtip if you can to avoid streaking like what's in this shot. then, if you have markers of very similar hues, begin darkening the picture where you need to. in this case, it was the ears and side of the nose.

remember: YOU CAN ALWAYS GO DARKER, YOU CANNOT GO LIGHTER.

i then went in to block in her makeup, the tulip, and darken some of the shadows. you can see specifically in the ears and neck that ive used the smaller tip of my chisel markers to slowly transition it from one marker to another. blending doesnt exist in markers. you just need to IMPLY a gradient. the flower is a good example as well. use multiple markers, and slowly make your way from one half of the gradient to the other.

a lot of what i can do is due to the fact i have so many markers. if you need large marker packs and cannot afford copics, try arrtx. that's what i used for the flower in this.

when i draw hair- something i know people want to know about a lot- i start with my lightest color, and sketch in the directions the hair is flowing. for stelle here, her bangs swoop down and to the right, so thats the direction i will lay down those colors. its like painting.

also in this, you can see how deep ive made the insides of her ears, and how ive used a dark gray to line her face and give it shape.

this shot is also a good example to show how i fucked up on her earrings, and since i cannot go lighter, theyre going to be tinted gray now. just something i forgot to keep in mind.

alright theres a lot to talk about in this one. firstly, let's talk about UNDERTONES. to give your piece more depth and life, you can go in with other colors besides your main shading color- in my case, gray- to make the piece pop. ive switched to a light purple, and have added it as a highlight to her cheeks, tips of her ears, and hair. it brings out her hair, and makes it seem fuller. less flat.

a lot of how i use markers is with curved strokes and many colors to sculpt out an image, rather than just filling in the lines. this is why i add line art last.

okay one step at a time with the finished picture.

first step here is line art. youll notice how i dont harshly outline every single part of the piece. instead, i lightly go around areas i think need defining. i outline her horn cuff, i outline her ears, her eyes, and then i loosely go around her hair with similar strokes to when i sketched it in the first place.

second step is a white gel pen. it can be a simple jelly roller theyre really cheap. just make sure it works. if your pen isnt rolling smoothly, try warming it up in your hands by rubbing it quickly between them. if not, try multiple pens before buying them. bring a piece of paper to your local michaels or hobby lobby or other craft store, and see if it rolls smoothly on YOUR paper. then, go around anywhere that needs a highlight. i did this over her eye markings, her makeup, tiny dots over her earrings, and over her hair to once again round it out.

my final tip is to adjust your pictures in some kind of editor once you are finished. i went in just using the basic iphone settings, and messed around with it until it matched what i wanted the pic to look like. in this case, i turn the highlights to the left, and played around with the temperature and tint settings, and messed around with their basic filters. honestly, just play with it until you think it looks good.

those are my tips for coloring! i hope this is comprehensible!!