#I actually sketched this out forever ago

[cuchufletapl]

READ FROM RIGHT TO LEFT

For Edling Week 2024. Day 1: arrival / kiss / spark / dawn

That time when you go meet the people that you allied yourself with to capture a homunculus and you get caught off guard by how soft the usually contentious alchemist boy looks when he's just awoken.

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@edling-week

[triona-tribblescore]

"Sunburn" by The Living Tombstone is so them coded im insane over it

[bowserphobia]

the return of Human Bowser- i mean Regular Bowser.

Transcript under the cut ->

Panel One Peach: Ugh... meeting the parents. Are you nervous? I'm SUPER nervous. Bowser: Pff, no.

Panel Two Bowser: WAIT- What d'you MEAN you're nervous?? If anyone should be nervous it should be ME!!!!!

Panel Three Bowser: You've probably had this human thing locked down since the day you hatched- Peach: So what? That doesn't mean they'll automatically like me!

Panel Four Peach: You know how I am. I'm a perfectionist.

Panel Five Bowser: ... Not based on how my nails are turnin' out. Peach: It'll wash off...

Panel Six Bowser: C'moooon. They're gonna LOVE you. You're making it bigger than it is.

Panel Seven Bowser: At least MARIO isn't giving you pop quizzes on MAMMALIAN TAXONOMY. Like, I GET it already. Hair, milk, inner ear bones, whatever.

Panel Eight Bowser: It's basically IMPOSSIBLE for you to be the one to ruin this, so why don'tcha calm down.

Panel Nine Peach: HEY. I'm PERFECTLY CAPABLE of ruining this. Bowser: NOT IF I RUIN IT FIRST!!!

Panel Ten Peach: I make a bad first impression sometimes. Bowser: Oh, come the fuck on- you're INCREDIBLY charming. Peach: I'll probably throw up. Bowser: I might hit on his dad. Mario: Ohhh my god. Oh my god. Luigi: Hmm... Hey, Mario, should I even broach marsupials? You think that'll come up at all?

[automatonknight]

id: a digital drawing of a blue engineer and walenty-an original character. walenty is pale, has long, black hair with horns, a tail and claws. he's wearing square glasses, fingerless gloves, a green, floral shirt over a black tank top and black shorts and shoes. kit is holding a fishing rod in kits right hand. engineer is wearing his hardhat and goggles, a blue shirt, dark blue overalls and brown boots. he also has a fishing rod swung over his shoulder. he and walenty are walking next to eachother, with walenty on the left and engie on the right. the background shows a pine forest. end id

[instarsanddyke]

some bobbles (+ two unfinished things)

[pilferingapples]

JBM steal! for @lesmisshippingshowdown !

On the FAR other end of my artistic experiments: so back in canon era (or so I've read) there were people along the fashionable strolling boulevards who did quick drawings and sketch-paintings for souvenirs. These were in no way artistic portraits--like good carnival caricaturists today, the artists made up their speed by relying on a small set of colors and some recognizable shortcuts /stock types of Person to Draw. It's always seemed like the sort of thing that JBM would pick up on a whim. This was something I tried to draw super quick, with a limited set of overbright "paints".

...also, there's this song. Which I've always loved for its sweet wistfulness-- the way it's about a time and a love that is gone and was probably even grieved, but long enough ago that now what remains is just the fondness. So , here, a filk for Musichetta, and JBM, some time Long Later when the paints and the memories are faded but still there. Also there is a bonus picture under the cut, after the filk:P (241 words,if I can trust my program!)

Deep in the pocket of an old worn out day skirt I chanced to discover an old memory Three for a quarter-franc boulevard portrait Taken of Joly and Legle and me

He's in the corner, his shirt collar open Like some Spanish lover, some bold Hernani Each of them smiling and holding my hand close It's Lesgle and Joly, they're smiling for me

It must have been sometime in June 1830 That hopeful bright summer, we knew we'd won free I took their arms as we walked through the arcade Three young believers on a half a franc spree

Three for a quarter franc Boulevard portrait Painting our loves for the whole world to see Hey kiss me quick, 'cause the sunlight is fading It's fading on Joly and Laigle and me

Waiting on that late night omnibus back home They held me warm, in the cool evening breeze All of us swore to be in love forever Forever for Joly and Lesgles and me

Three for a quarter franc Boulevard portrait Painting our loves for the whole world to see Hey kiss me quick, 'cause the sunlight is fading It's fading on Joly and Lesgueles and me

Three for a quarter franc boulevard portraits Three young believers on a  half a franc spree I saved your picture in my day skirt pocket L'aigle and Joly, do you have one of me

Joly and Lesgle, do you have one of me

(Note: no IDEA if those prices would make any sense, but the Vibes Were Right. Also: Astute readers may notice one portrait is missing. this is NOT because I ran out of time and wrists , it's because that one was Bossuet's and well. His luck is Like That-- he misplaced it long before the end, though if he'd turned out his pockets one more time he might have realized he actually had it there all along...)

[vaporclan]

Hi Tumblr. Sorry for being MIA more often recently.

TW: Talking about unhygienic and gross shit

So you've seen me talk about the state of my room before. With your guys's help when I opened commissions a few months ago I was able to replace some of the nasty furniture last time, but I couldn't fix the actual room. It's still a state.

It's gotten entirely out of my control. There's trash bags everywhere, mold, some of the bags that have used cat litter in it have ripped and spilled everywhere, mold mites, fruit flies, moldy food everywhere, the carpet is stained with all sorts, etc

I just want a complete fresh start for 2025. It's clear I cannot clean this by myself. I've had a new bed sitting downstairs for a year now that I can't set up cause my room is so bad.

It's clear I'm gonna Have to hire a professional to do it, but it's gonna cost so much money. I'm disabled - I get paid 1k a month in disability benefits, most of which goes to rent, groceries and cat supplies, so I legit just can't afford to pay a professional.

It's gotten this bad because I am practically bedridden - I have no energy to do anything ever and spend 24 hours a day in bed. Even my bed is full of garbage and moldly food, and even my mattress topper is moldy. I haven't showered in forever cause I don't see a point.

My hair is matted, I need a haircut. I need new clothes cause they're all either dirty or lost.

I've tried over and over again for a year now to get my room under control, but I NEED professional help. My brother / carer has tried helping me but he also struggled, cause he has similar energy issues as well as a weak stomach.

I've contacted multiple deep cleaners, and I haven't been given an estimate yet, so I can't quite say how much it'll be but it'll definitely be in the hundreds.

I genuinely don't think I can do commissions again. I'm sorry. I already have burnout from the comic. I don’t know what to do. (Don't worry, I'll finish the commissions I do have soon, but I think I'm closing them for a good while after.)

I have my Patreon, where I'm sketching as much of the story as possible (I'm 106 pages ahead) + the discord where I post script snippets and concept art and talk about future plans.

I also have a PayPal, if you wish to help - but don't feel obligated.

Sorry for this. I'm struggling recently. It was my birthday at the start of this month, and I told myself I'd get my room sorted for my birthday. I tried to do it myself, but after a couple hours I realized it was fruitless. I lost the energy entirely and just got back in bed. I'm so tired of living like this.

[yourstrulynobody]

One of my short chapters for 2ET! With the maximum of 552 words + 3,119 characters :) (dont mind that hes lacking his extra arms, I was struggling on where to place them so I just didnt add them in the end </3)

I was practicing on how to color without the need of outline and being only guided by the sketch, so I thought this (poster?) would be a great way to practice it and I actually like how it turned out :D!!

(Writing is under cut)

Eclipse was slumped on the bench of his cold cell, four rose-colored eyes looking downward into the cracked ground. After hours of trying to remove the golden chains that circled his wrists, he gave up and sat in defeated silence—his heavy breathing being the only thing that tore the deafening sound.

He moved his gaze towards his hand then to his arm, seeing the display of several cuts etched into his dark skin. He hasn't even processed the explosion that landed on his other arm, making every wind blow a wave of pain all over his body, and that scar affected his right eyes, too, making it hard to keep them open under the blinding light of the cell.

He may have been a legend, but still just some immortal nontheless.

A legendary immortal with centuries worth of bloodshed he alone unleashed on the skies and the seas, not caring who died because of his actions... But that was a routine he grew weary of.

So when the gods demanded for his arrest, he surrended himself quietly as he's roughly escorted into the godly realm. No useless cursing escaped his mouth just as no defiant attacks were launced at the warriors. The only 'scene' he had caused was a desperate attempt to ease the pressure that burned his wrists like hot coals.

His head fell backwards, hitting the wall with a muted thud. Though the chill of the cell collided with the blazing heat affecting his wrists, he found a way to relax by steading his sluggish breathing—no wonder he felt as though someone was choking him.

...

Silence.

It was silent, but only for a moment. The next moment, the sounds of heavy footsteps echoed off the stone walls, making Eclipse groan in irritation. Just as he found peace, some pathetic low-life had to ruin it all.

Why couldn't peaceful moments just last longer? And why can't those longer be forever?

Eclipse hisses as a sharp and cold metal slides between the chain and his neck, hooking onto it before hes pulled to his feet in an instant. His fingers scratched at the golden chains around his wrists, ignoring the sorching heat it brought to his claws.

"Got a nicer way to greet me?" Eclipse snarls as he rises to his full height, towering over the guard in an instant.

The guard's eyes narrow behind his helmet. "You've brought destruction everywhere you went." He nudges his spear closer to him, forcing Eclipse to do the same thing in a stumble. "Now, dont you keep the gods waiting any longer."

Eclipse rolls his eyes, making him wince slightly due to the new scar on his right pair. "Why should I care about how long theyve waited? Oh, how irritated they must be with their patience running out." He mocks. "Mind you, they made mine run out long ago—with all those pathetic excuses of theirs."

"Silence." The guard barks out the order though it brought nothing but another eyeroll from the prisoner. "Move along."

With another tug, Eclipse stumbles out the cell, spear still pressed harshly on his skin and hes forced to walk like this until he reaches the trial room.

So much for being feared. He was being toyed with now that the gods had their hands on him.

[kitsunecrows]

an ode to my roots <3 (more under the cut!)

hihi friends! a lot of busy changes and big updates have been happening in my life, but throughout it all, i just want to earnestly, genuinely thank everyone on here for making this a safe space i can feel at home on throughout it all :,)

on one hand, i thought of celebrating a big follower milestone i hit just today, or even the absolute hilarity that is how that one random sdvn sketch somehow blew up without warning (or even the fact that my birthday is coming up in T-minus a few hours!!), but, i realized that beyond that, i don’t even need a reason to want to give back and engage more w this community :,3 i just love it so much that i wanna remember to have fun w the little things along the way note: i'm new to a LOT of these ideas here^ so any boosts and all tips/tricks/advice would be greatly appreciated! im literally babey jhelp me gddhhdj

no matter in what stage of my life or fandom you may have met me in/through, i truly appreciate your presence, silliness, and support :,,3 even though im not always super active d/t being a full-time sleep-deprived uni student (save meeee), having this community to lean on and learn from keeps me going. and for that, i thank you so much /gen. i love you guys!

love, kit ✍️

psst, i have also opened a kofi! tbh i still dk how it works but. it would be so cool if u wanna drop by and say hi or share what u can; any and all support will help me as a student! thank you again <3

✨🌱✨🌱✨🌱✨

more on the characters featured in this little self-indulgent spread (note: these barely scratch the surface of my boundless interests; they just happen to be the few that got me going on tumblr hehe)

a homage to my first tododeku sketch and actually my first ever digital piece on an iPad from like. five years ago! more art of them and other characters under my #bnha tag!!

my #undertale posts, esp of my fav chara <3 cheers to the friends I have made both here and beyond and how this game teaches me what it means to live and to love (beep boop looper @ilikeflowey)

that one #toh warmup sketch of wittewife that blew up out of nowhere LOLLL i was never expecting it (if u want u could totally give this raine one some more love I really enjoyed making it!)

the besties from #beetlejuice the musical (the musical the musical) they are absolute menaces hehe :,) I watched the show live about two years ago and it changed my life FOREVER I cried in the stands

and ofc, my latest interest, #sdvn from #crk as u can probably tell from my past like. 10 posts... (I cannot stop drawing blue and gold guys HELP) anywaysssss hahah im behind on reading #jambound but im catching up to ch 30; please know u can find me screaming and crying to it any time in our dedicated community tab alongside @ilikerosesalot

if you've read this far, id love to hear more about how u found my page! feel free to say hi in dm's or even in comments/tags!!

love u guys <3 ciao (again)! -kit

[chrissdreamgirl]

headcannons || C.S

troubled!chris x fwb!reader

↳ au masterlist here

contains - slightly suggestive content, lore drop, brief mentions of drugs/dealing.

fwb!reader who…

★ has a collage wall in her bedroom, consisting of band posters, vintage postcards, little sketches, movie tickets (including polaroid pictures she takes)

★ has ghosted other guys last minute because chris called and asked if she was busy

★ is practically spotifys #1 user, and will probably be deaf by 30

★ can read chris like a book, his body language being one of his biggest tells

★ is an avid letterboxd user, obnoxiously whips her phone out within seconds of a movie ending to log it

★ has called chris too many times to pick her up from a house party she regretted going to

“i’ll be there in 5”

“chris, it’s 15 minutes away?? hello??”

★ has called in sick before because chris was asleep half on-top of her and she didn’t want to move him

★ doesn’t like to be alone

★ has friends that aren’t particularly fond of chris but she isn’t particularly fond of her friends so…

★ once cleaned chris’s af1’s because she was sick of him walking dirt through her apartment

★ can’t go to a party without chris finding her and keeping her busy his side all night

★ dream car is a red ford pickup and chris can’t understand why its not a lamborghini

★ soft launches troubled!chris on her instagram even though everyone knows it’s him

★ is really independent from a young age, learned to rely solely on herself

★ loves her apartment, and has called chris over to help her drag furniture around to rearrange it. (she stood there and pointed where she wanted it, whilst chris dragged her three-seater across the room)

★ has found chris in her shower on multiple occasions, he said it’s because his brothers used all the hot water

★ tells guys at parties she ‘has a boyfriend’ which is technically not true, but it makes them go away

troubled!chris who…

★ considers himself an ‘opportunistic dealer’, mostly selling weed at parties. he won’t go further than that for moral reasons

★ stole a polaroid picture of fwb!reader from her collage wall and keeps it tucked in his wallet behind some receipts (she noticed it was gone almost immediately, but never said anything)

★ prefers his brothers over most people, and if you see matt or nick somewhere, chris usually isn’t far behind

★ calls his mom every thursday night, because that’s when his dad works late shifts

★ doesn’t let himself get attached, because he feels guilty and suffocated when girls start getting attached to him

★ is a big secret yearner

★ has a tendency to fall asleep if he’s sitting on a couch for more than 20 minutes

★ has a rock collection from when he was a kid in his closet. he pulls it out occasionally and re-organises it

★ doesn’t like to be alone either

★ has only been in one serious relationship and she broke his heart, so he promised himself he’d never let anyone close enough to hurt him

★ hangs out with fwb!reader just to chill almost as often as they hook up

★ stopped adding girls to his roster around a year ago and has stuck with the same 3-4, but definitely sees fwb!reader the most

★ is a god at mario kart

★ would rather fuck and forget his problems than actually deal with them

★ has accidentally put reader’s clothes on multiple times while getting dressed in the dark and not noticed until one of his brothers pointed it out

“is that a brandy melville shirt?” matt smirks, closing the fridge.

“matt. shut your mouth.”

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws !!

a/n - FINALLY another update, i wrote these in the car today after struggling FOREVER so thank goodness. i’m gonna be really busy in the next week-ish and don’t have anything else written yet so my apologies in advance <33 but feel free to send me asks abt troubled!chris and i’ll answer them :P

🏷️ @fadedstvrn @sturns-mermaid @sturnsblogs @matts-girlfriend @evansturn @sturnslotto @auttysturnz @lily-strnlo @franficc

[grimmcheems]

Yall this took forever to finish. So glad I actually decided to continue it instead of abandoning it in my drafts🎀🗿 I love this brush so much and have been using it for a while now, I might make more arts like this occasionally bc they take forever.

Other than that, pray for me yall🙏🏽or help me manifest bc things have not been going well for me for a while. I just have not had any luck this past yr. Anyways I love berumin and the handful of us berumin truthers out here (🤭you know who you are🗣️)

😭 berumin yapping below⬇️🗣️‼️⚠️

I think this is my first actual Berumin art, wherein it’s obvious💀 all of the other ones I’ve made of these two are so all over the place and parts of aus I made, but this one is just something I did for fun a yr ago and left the sketch alone(it was so close to being abandoned fr) until I got back to it two weeks ago and decided to pull through. At first I was just gonna do a simple lineart and got carried away and then had to go all out to make everything match and make sense. It rly was a process doing the limbs and having to change a lot of the posing.

Idk what it was but I added those nails to armin on one hand and had to do it for ALL of them, it just rly played into the demon aspect so well I couldn’t resist. This originally didn’t have all the smaller details and I rly just made a lot of it along the way.

I rly liked thinking of this dynamic where Bert is more gentle/pure? And Armin is more deceptive and controlling? Idrk how to describe how I imagined it in my mind when I first made this but that’s the gist of it. Armin at first had a curious expression than the sly one he has here in the old sketches, and there was even a very rough sketch version where he’s an angel instead but I didn’t find it that appealing as a concept and I remember that sketch being so frustrating to get the wings right and I think that’s why I dropped this drawing at first.

Anyways 🗣️🗣️I LOVE BERT and MIN🗣️🗣️🎀🐢🐚

I actually like how ambiguous I left the context of this because there rly is a lot of possibilities this could go story-wise. Like, does Armin appear to Bertolt physically and everyone can see him but he’s only befriending Bert for demonic(?) purposes or is Armin manifested by Bertolt subconsciously. Is Armin a representation of Bert’s corruption? Who knows? I honestly couldn’t tell you but that’s probably why I was happy to make this more detailed than my usual stuff.

Other than that I do like the idea that perhaps Armin was a fallen angel that was casted out and became a demon? Something like that. Maybe Bert became a man of the cloth as a result of shame and guilt over something he did and that mirrors Armin’s fall from grace in how they both have to mask who they used to be???? Maybe none of this is real and this is Bert’s divine punishment in purgatory? What if there was a universe in which Bert wronged Armin in someway and Bert’s psyche takes a hit because of it?

It’s possible this isn’t even Armin but who knows?

Yall maybe I’m cooking with this actually.🤭👀👩🏽‍🦯🗿

What do you perceive this as and what is your take from just this alone? I kinda wanna know how everyone else would interpret them in this👁️👁️😳🥺🙏🏽🎀

Should I do another version of this but with concepts around demonology or something? Idk.

Btw I plan on finishing another berumin drawing I started last yr ,but based on a rly good berumin fic I read, I just haven’t gotten back to it.

[yerimbrit]

[flufftober day 28, wc: 804] - sleepover : 10 hour flight

“HEY GUYS,” you wave, holding your bag full of your necessities and clothes for the night. that’s right, you’re staying over at your girlfriend’s place! which is also your cousin’s place. which is also minji, danielle, and haerin’s place. which also may or may not be the newjeans dorm. because your girlfriend is hanni from newjeans. 

wow, you still can’t believe that you’re dating hanni from newjeans, and you didn’t even meet as a fan—you met on some random day at the airport, strangers-to-lovers-trope type of shit. 

minji and hyein are the ones who answer the door for you, and minji immediately sighs, “you better not pull anything tonight.”

“you bet, MJ,” you click your tongue playfully and shoot a finger-gun at her, “no shady business that was planned.”

hyein gives you a hug, and- “oh my god, you got taller again!”

the younger girl is about to make a height comparison with her hands until you spot danielle who pushes her out of the way to give you a hug. “y/n! i haven’t seen you in forever, you’re so busy with school!”

a slight headache invades your mind for a split second when she mentions ‘school’. “i’ve got deadlines, a painting to finish, and a thesis to write, dani. don’t remind me…”

the australian shoots you a pitying look, before making way for hanni, who strikes a pose before strutting over to you. “hello, guest.”

oh, another thing you learned is that hanni can be pretty unintentionally funny at times. like how she’s greeting you like some sci-fi bigshot. “hello, your highness,” you bow, hovering your hand over your chest. 

she brings you in for a short peck on the lips, causing haerin (who just walked into the living room) to cover hyein’s eyes, and for minji to cover haerin’s eyes. danielle smiles and walks to the kitchen. “i missed you, y/n.��

“i missed you too, han,” you smile fondly at her before she leads you into the apartment. everyone gathers in her room where you also put your bag of things in. 

it’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve been to the dorm, but it hasn’t been that long since you’ve seen the girls—danielle was exaggerating. you just stopped by their practice room two days ago to drop off some food that hyein’s mom made for them. not that your absence has changed anything, the dorm is pretty much the same save for a big banner featuring their ‘right now’ characters. 

in hanni’s room, she’s moved around some stuff, like the record player that’s playing a mac demarco vinyl right now. there’s also a whole section dedicated to organizing the various supplies that you’ve forgotten while you were over the few dozens (maybe even hundreds) of times over two years. you’re pretty sure there’s even stuff you left in hyein’s room, whoops.

you climb up on her loft bed (which she’s been saying she’s gonna replace, but she hasn’t yet) and hang your legs over the edge. minji sends you a warning look from her place on the floor. hanni looks concerned, but joins you criss-cross on the bed, holding her ‘fluffy’ plush (yes, the one from despicable me) to her chest.

a few conversations start, like danielle bringing up sylvanian families and getting haerin very invested in the discussion, which led to the topic shifting to cats, and then your sketch of a cat you saw on the way here, and somehow sparking your flame of inspiration.

you slowly lean forward, trying to get a view of the girls that are sitting on the floor (or bean bag, in haerin’s case) because just a little more and you’ll have a perfect bird’s eye view.

hanni notices your movements and widens her eyes, “y/n, you’re gonna fall!”

“it’s not that high,” you try to reassure her, still inching off of the bed, danielle, hyein, and minji scoot away just in case you actually fall, which you probably will, based on their previous experiences with you. come on, you mostly stopped doing those stunts a long time ago, because you knew hanni would worry! it’s not like you’re gonna—

“y/n!”

…you fell. that kind of hurt. “uh, don’t worry guys. it’s just a sprain.”

haerin winces as she looks at your present state. “your arm is bent the other way.”

it is? you look at your arm and, oh. “i guess it is—oh shit.”

…

“i can’t believe i’m in the er with you. again,” hanni sighs heavily, poking at the cast wrapped around your arm.

you blow a strand of your bangs out of your face. “at least i didn’t break two of my ribs again. hey, wanna reenact our first kiss?”

your girlfriend stares blankly at you. you raise your unbroken arm in defense. “no? okay…”

flufftober masterlist!

a/n : i miss u 10 hour flight

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 29 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You dare not put it down on the big tablet on your easel where John will see, but you can’t stop yourself from drawing it out in your smaller sketchbook-journal that is easier to squirrel away under clutter, putting down marks like you mean to exorcise her from your memory. You draw her like a ghost in her field of happy white flowers, and write in the margins in your looping script, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to make him forgive you. You want me to save him but I don’t know how. I don’t fucking know how.

Maybe she’ll actually hear your plea and do something useful about it, like haunt John’s dreams instead of yours.

Maybe you’re losing your damn mind. 

You find that either way, you’re not brave enough to mention her to your captor again.

She becomes an obsession, and you keep drawing her in your little sketchbook. You’ve only ever seen one picture of her. It was in the den, but has since disappeared. Still, you feel you know the lines of her face, the brightness of her eyes. You go back to your old fixation with the ladies of Mucha, sketching her out as the Lady of the Daisies with flowing auburn hair surrounded by her stylized flowers and flowing lines.

You strive to cover your true fixation by putting down anything as quickly as you can on the easel, knowing your captor will be by for inspection. You draw sunflowers, your favorite summer bloom, something fun but you can do with your eyes closed with colorful, juicy strokes of oil pastels. You hope to keep John off the scent of the book that holds your heartfelt neuroses that you bury under piles of all your new art supplies and anything else you can find.

It was stupid, of course, to think you could really hide anything from him.

One day you find him in the chair with his legs crossed, perusing your sketch journal with one of those magnificent thunderheads of a frown.

You are certain you are fucked, when he asks, “Is this your idea of a joke?”

Trembling as you imagine what he’s going to do to you for this infraction, you answer truthfully, “No.”

He closes the book with a snap, crossing the floor to stand before you, his powerful body moving deceptively slow, the way a tiger appears slothful in the jungle.

You know he can snap you up with one bite.

You cannot stop shaking, as he peers down that straight nose at you, pinning you with black eyes that somehow burn. He does not touch you, but God. He sees everything. You just know that he sees everything, and you find you are terrified of how he’ll react.  

“Have you been snooping through my things?”

“No.” The irony of him holding your sketch diary is not lost on you, but wisely you hold your tongue.

“How did you know what she looked like?”

“You had a picture out of her, ages ago.” At least, it felt like a like a lifetime ago.

“How did you know about the daisies?”

Now you know he’s going to flip his shit. It sounds fucking absurd, even to you. Your voice can barely rasp past what feels like dried twigs in your throat to whisper, “I saw them in a dream.”

You expect him to scoff and call you a liar. But he just searches your face, his eyes a little too wild for your liking. Here we go. He’d been damn near stable the past few days, but surely this will set him off.

You close your eyes, unable to watch the unfolding of your doom. This is it. He’s going to lock you up forever. You’ll never see the light of day again. The trembling in your frame kicks up to ten, and you hug yourself just to have something to hold on to.

When his next question comes, he could push you over with a feather.

“What does she say?”

You shake your head, realizing your cheeks are wet with tears.

“Nothing. She just…offers me the flower.” Going for broke you add, “She looks so sad.”

It is the sound of tearing paper that opens your eyes; with horror you find John making confetti of your art nouveau sketch that took hours to do. However, any protest dies on your lips—if destroying the drawing appeases him, maybe he won’t take it out on you.

Without another word, just a hard look, he stalks from the room.

Only when the sound of his footsteps fade down the hall do you let out the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, your knees quivering like leaves in a storm.

However, you are not foolish enough to believe you’re in the clear just yet.

-Later, there is no dinner. You find the kitchen cold and empty. Not sure what to make of this, you graze in the fridge, before returning to your bedroom. Not sure where John has gotten off to, you shower, then go to bed, finding yourself lying awake in the dark without him beside you, almost itchy without his steady presence in the evening at your side.

Part of it might be that you fear something is brewing, and you can’t stand the waiting…but part of it might simply be that you miss him, as fucked up as that is.

In the end, against your better judgement, you go looking.

You search the house, until the only room that is left is the garage. Silently you open the door, slipping through without a sound. You too are learning how to move quiet as a wraith. The smell of rubber and oil assaults your nostrils. Classic rock is playing low on the radio. In the far bay, the hood of the Mustang is open, and John is bent over inside, wrenching on something and muttering to himself. There is a partially empty bottle of Blanton’s Bourbon on the workbench behind him, and an empty glass.

Unable to stop yourself from committing what perhaps might prove to be suicide, you creep to the other side of the Land Rover, using it as cover as you eavesdrop on this man grumbling to the ghost of his deceased wife.  

“What do you want from me? I loved you. I loved you with every fucking fiber of my being, but you left me. I died with you the day you left me, and she is the only thing that makes me feel alive again. I need her, and she never would have come to me on her own. She never would have stayed. She never would have stayed.”

He says this to himself over and over, and it wrenches your heart, because you know it isn’t true.

You think you manage to creep back out again without him noticing, Led Zeppelin on the radio disguising the sound of the door.

When at last he comes to bed and wraps you in his arms, holding you too hard for comfort, you feign sleep, smelling the bourbon fumes on his breath. You can’t help but tense, wondering if he will forget his promise this deep in his cups.

But he just sighs into your hair, crushing you as he pulls you even closer, and you don’t know why it breaks your heart all over again.

[rai-knightshade-art]

"The desert's a pretty lifeless place during the day.... *Sigh* but you can't beat the view of the stars at night......"

Sethos, Voice-Over: Good Evening

Close-ups, user tags and rambling below the cut, Image ID in Alt Text.

*clears throat* Ahem.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED BALL OF SUNSHINE, MY BIRTHDAY TWIN, MY FOREVER MAIN, THE ONE, THE ONLY... SETHOOOOOOSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

Ignore that it's basically the end of the 31st alright shhhh I've been BUSY ok, it's here and that's what matters!!

I'll admit, this wasn't *quite* what I'd intended to post today--I instead had a page of sketches ready to be finished that would've been scenes of Sethos and my Traveller Radia spending their whole shared birthday together, doing things like styling each other's hair (as mentioned in his Birthday line), chasing down Top Squirrel because he stole a new bowtie intended for Big Ears (yes I'm talking about his Claw Convoy pets, because no, I'm still not over them), gifting Sethos himself a pair of new braid decorations (you can see them here in the drawing! They have Trishiraite stones in them!!!!), and playing several rounds of TCG! But, alas, real life got in the way, and I realized a couple days ago that I wasn't going to be able to finish a whole page of drawings in time 😔😔 so I switched gears and instead spent every spare second of free time for the past two days pose testing, refining, sketching, inking, coloring, and detailing this drawing--and not even gonna lie.

IT WAS SO WORTH IT GUYS I'M ACTUALLY STUPIDLY PROUD OF HOW THIS TURNED OUT!!!

(And would you believe I only JUST saw his official birthday art about an hour ago?? 😂😂 Me and the official artist are sharing a braincell, clearly!)

Anywho, I could ramble on and on and on about Sethos and how much I love him (and NGL I might just make a personal post doing just that, like. Tomorrow), I've got things to do (using up all my resources to finally finish level 90ing Sethos before the day ends, getting to bed, etc etc), so I'm just gonna tag my fellow Sethos Enjoyers™, add in the Close Ups, and head out!

Tagging: @luvuomi @sunjinjo @hormigadeagua @licapitano

Close ups:

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Overprotective

Father!John Price x Daughter!Reader

wc: ∼500 summary: You are dating someone and Price is feeling his Father instincts flare up warnings: none, fluff, no y/n used, platonic story a/n: divider — @strangergraphics, sketch is mine!!! i drew price!! probably a year ago by now but i made it!! enjoy, his came out short oops

Your dad made it very clear from the beginning that he will break the legs of anyone who tries to hurt you. Especially if it‘s about dating. He can and will make their life worse than it already is, and make sure to scare them for life.

So, of course, it was a surprise for your father when you slipped during a conversation and mentioned your boyfriend.

»Say again?«

»What?« You pretend really hard to pretend like nothing happened, as if there is no boyfriend you accidenetallly revealed. But he isn‘t stupid, and you were never good at this with him. Damn his military interrogation skills.

»Who is it?«

He inquires, making you sigh out in defeat and embarrassment. Finally, you decide to give in, knowing this can‘t go on forever.

»It‘s… it‘s just an earlier friend. You know him, actually!«

It seems like he is thinking, finally seeming less tense. The thought of someone taking advantage or using you in a relationship makes him physically sick. He did his best on protecting you while growing up, now being retired and still making sure you get the best of best.

When he first took you in, it was really hard not to freak out whenever you were hurt in the slightest way. Getting a papercut, for example, was something he dreaded to see. Even the smallest drop of blood that was yours, made him feel incredibly guilty.

But even talking about emotional pain was hard for him. He isn‘t used at being open about feelings, so comforting you was a little difficult at first too. Even now, when you are an adult and can take of yourself, he still gets the feeling of needing to protect you. Nothing he does feels enough when, so finding out you are in a relationship already feels like failing in a way.

»Which friend?«

Finally, he seems more calm and open about the conversation. The only thing he knows about your friends is that they are pretty decent. All nice people.

»You know, the one from middle school?«

His eyes widen, jaw almost going slack. If it‘s actually true and you are together with someone from middle school, then how long were together? Did you really manage to trick him and keep it a secret for that long?

After the initial shock was gone, he finally starts to loosen up and take it more lightly. Of course a joke can‘t slip past him and he decides to make several. Just to embarrass you even more for scaring him earlier.

»Don‘t marry someone behing my back, though, okay?« Or, »But you both use protection, don‘t you?«

It‘s as if he waited all his life to crack those stupid jokes. But in all honesty, he is glad you chose to date someone nice. Someone he could half-rely on. Even though he knows your friend good enough, he still has lingering doubts. For now he ignores it and tries his best for you.

That is, until your boyfriend fails, of course.

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[forevergoldgame]

3 DAYS! GETTING CLOSER!

A lot of the portraits changed between the demo and first actual release. Part of it is Dan becoming more confident drawing these characters (after drawing them all 1000 times), but we did do a lot of design tweaking. We thought we'd talk a bit about our character design tweaks and process!

Quincy has not changed much in terms of core design. The biggest change he's had since my first iterative scribbles is the addition of his hat. However, I have long struggled to capture his proportions. He is meant to look solid, but my draftsmanship has had some catching up to do. I'm still learning, in fact! I will say his newer portraits are much more in line with the blocky fullness I intended. -Dan

D'Angelo wasn't a character I initially intended to revamp much for the full release. It was design change by a thousand cuts when I decided to redo his portraits just to bring the art quality up to snuff. First - I took issue with the incredibly inaccurate button-down he was wearing. (We're not being so strict about clothing style timelines or even limitations of reality, but this one just bothered me so much.) Then, I thought, I might as well make his overcoat a little fancier.

Finally, his head seemed somehow under-dressed by the end of that. He could use some more rakish qualities, I thought, and tried throwing some jheri curl/Prince-esque hair at his head. I wasn't so sure about it at first, but upon showing it to L.S. and a few friends, IT WAS A RESOUNDING HIT. Now it's hard to imagine him without his luscious curls. -Dan

Lucas's hair is now black with silver tips, rather than completely silver with red tips. While this invalidates that old comic, I think his design just reads better at a glance if his hair isn't in competition with his already lighter skin/fur. His purely silver hair was also decided at a time when we toyed with allowing more anime-esque hair colors in the setting. Out of all the characters, Lucas looks most like he just set foot out of an old-school JRPG, and while that's mostly fine, I still want him to look grounded enough in the setting and like he's actually related to his brother.

(Also, the pedant in me just couldn't believe he is maintaining perfectly dyed-to-the-root locs while he spends most this story traveling. Or that he dyed his eyebrows. There's just no way.) -Dan

Vicky both is and isn't much of a change. Sure, the portraits look quite different, but I didn't so much change her design as much as I approached drawing some of her individual features. And that, in turn, changed how Dan interpreted my sketches in her style.

See, Vicky is actually based on an older character of mine that I wrote years and years ago. And so, when I dusted her off to reuse her in Forever Gold, I just kind of belted out some concept art that was very close to how I drew her back then and handed that to Dan without much iteration. Then, once she was there standing beside the rest of the cast, I realized... eh, I'd probably choose to emphasize different aspects of her design were I to take another crack at it. So when Dan presented the opportunity to me, I went for it.

With her design refresh, I drew inspiration from female leads in 80s action movies. Unlike a movie star, however, she's meant to sort of straddle the line between handsome and a little off-putting, hence her large teeth and prominent gums. I wanted to evoke the feeling of a woman who would get told she "would be so pretty" if she changed 8 things and stopped working out and then does not do those 8 things and instead gets an extra 10 reps in at the gym, just for the haters.

(Her snout design pretty much stayed the same though because it was already right where it needed to be.) -LS

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Hope that was a fun bit of insight for ya'll! Thanks for sticking with us through all this. See you in a couple days!

-Dan and LS