#I am having a blast with the sketches so far

[on1knee4marksmen]

Gregory House with a teenage daughter (platonic!!)

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General Hcs :) (more like rambles)

🩻House & teenage daughter that looks juuust a bit too much like him? Buddy don't get me started-

🩻I feel like he'd really get along with a teen daughter (he's just a teenage girl too, I fear)

🩻Like he's one of those cool dads that you can share anything with without getting scolded/grounded or anything like that. Don't get me wrong, you're getting raised with manners, but you're also getting raised to be a menace when it comes to standing your ground.

🩻I mean c'mon, it's Greg House we're talking about, he's pretty goddamn stubborn.

🩻You guys also have a bunch of inside jokes. One of which being referring to eachother with the most exaggerated, old-fashioned, formal forms ever known to the English language, when in reality you're just telling him to buy toilet paper on the way home because there's none left

"Father, I regret to inform you that I require hydration, however am far too away from the only water source in our fortress and am far too lazy to raise myself upon my feet."

"My dearest, dearest daughter.

No fucking way, get your lazy ass up and pour a glass yourself." "But dad-"

🩻Btw swearing is 100% something natural for your household. House would probably squeeze in a remark or two if you overdo it, but overall he has no problem with hearing swears from you (because he also swears every now and then)

🩻(Off topic, but you'd regularly make puns about the apartment being a 'House-hold' and he'd pretend to hate every single one of them, but deep down he'd actually find them amusing)

🩻Apartment is a mess. All the time. Almost everywhere.

🩻But I don't mean filthy mess. I mean just untidy, but you guys know what's where and find a way around it

🩻Unspoken rule that you tell eachother whenever you move something, just in case the one that did the moving forgets

🩻Despite him being a pretty good cook himself, he wouldn't be surprised if you didn't know how to do stuff properly when it comes to cooking. He always helps you and you sometimes pout about it (but you're grateful deep down)

🩻You convinced him to let you cook dinner by yourself once. Almost burned the kitchen down. You apologised a thousand times, but you guys did have a laugh about it later, so it's all good

🩻Most times you guys order takeaway, cuz House doesn't really have motivation to cook often

🩻And if you surprise him with your first home-cooked meal (this time without burning the kitchen down)? He wouldn't tell you face-to-face, but you can see the flicker of pride in his eyes and the hint of an almost fond grin tugging at his lips (even if it needs a bit of seasoning)

🩻He might not feel like cooking dinner, but making breakfast definitely comes easier to him. Expect scrambled eggs and sausage/whatever ham he could find in the fridge greeting you when you wake up. He might even make pancakes on weekends/rare dayoffs

🩻Aaah he loves that you share a music taste with him if you do!!

🩻If you don't, he won't stop you from listening to it ofc, he'd just complain about it whenever it wasn't on headphones (🙄)

🩻But if you did share a music taste? ... Getting noise complaints from the neighbours about classic rock getting blasted past 10 pm wouldn't be the most uncommon

🩻Would support you in any hobbies you have, 100%. Both financially and by psyching you up.

🩻You draw? He has a sketch/artwork of yours framed somewhere in his office. Crochet? He still keeps the mini crochet doll of himself on his keys. Knit? He wears the scarf you made him every winter. Read? He's buying you at least one new book every month or two. You'd have to help with installing new bookshelves though, he'd do nothing but lay on the couch for the most part and blame it on the leg™. Play any instrument? You have the whole ass setup for it in your room at home. If the instrument is suitable for piano duets, he's so down to do one with you

🩻Would so be down to playing any type of video game with you. You guys probably have a gamecube/nintendo 360/xbox/whatever the hell there was in his time I have no idea

🩻Lets you mess around on his Gameboy if you ever come to work with him and get bored

🩻Greg might be kind of an asshole to people and he might claim not to care, but he definitely cares, especially about you.

🩻If you're happy, he genuinely feels at ease too. But if he senses any shift in your normal behaviour, anything that he might find alarming? He wouldn't push it more than an "Anything wrong? Or are you this frowny all the time?" or a "Wanna talk about it?". But he'd do his best to subtly show you he's here for you and you can talk to him. About anything that might be troubling you, anything

🩻House isn't used to saying 'I love you', but he does his best to show it to you.

🩻Until one day you come home crying and he realises - he has no idea what to do. So he does what feels most unnatural to him, but knows that you need. He offers a hug. If you accept it, he gladly wraps his arms around you and tucks your head under his chin. Rubs your shoulders and back a little. Offers to hear you out if you need to talk. Then proceeds to trashtalk whoever/whatever made you cry with you. He's a number 1 gossip buddy, makes you feel so much better by doing it too. He'd then order your fav food and offer to do whatever you wanted, really. Ends the night by sending you off to bed with an awkward shoulder rub, but a look of soft longing in his glossy eyes (he wants to kiss your forehead and tuck you in like he did back when you had nightmares, but he's scared of being vulnerable with you cuz you're older now)

🩻Overall, House is pretty emotionally constipated at times and doesn't like being vulnerable or showing affection. But he'd be a cool, loving father and I die on this hill.

[sonicboomrevisited]

THE WEEKLY CHECK-IN

Issue 2 Updates:

16/22 Pages have been fully inked!

Multi is working on Page 17 today. It's a fun one!

Star has been very diligent; 8/22 Pages are FULLY COLORED!

We are a little under a month away from Issue 2s scheduled release!

ISSUE 2 RELEASES FEBURARY 6th, 2025!

Some words from our new Colorist, @star-stages:

Hello dear readers! Star here, and so far I've finished coloring 8 pages! This project has been a blast so far, and I am very excited to finish the rest of this issue for the release date. Multi's line work has been a joy to work with, so clean and concise. You're all in for a real treat!

ISSUE 2 COVER WIPS:

This weeks WIPS come from the Issue 2 Cover! Here's a look at the first sketch, line art, and cover without the logo!

[limerami]

A silly thing I've had in my head is a viltrumite oc/sona/self-insert. These are some concepts/lore tidbits I have so far came up with ^^

Bullet points because yes. Additioal images and sketches/concept art near the end

- Name: Lenore [I think it is exotic enough, plus it was my default name in all dating sims when I was young so fuk it we ball with that xD]

- Age: adult, but exact age is unknown (it's viltrumite age so it can be anything really, but I imagine her still being on the younger side compared to many others like Nolan).

- Good food and cats are what ended up causing her to falter and reconsider taking over Earth.

- Tries to keep her powers hidden to blend in, though has seen Invincible fight on the news multiple times.

- Lives on the outskirts of the city and works in the nearest animal shelter for cats and dogs.

- I am unsure when exacly she arrived on Earth. Maybe a teeny bit before or after Nolan left. So there would be roughly a few years until the current stuff happening in the show.

- The first time she arrived on Earth she met an old a farmer couple who gave her a hearthy dinner and a place to sleep until she would continue her "hike through the countyside". She also met their friendly cat (these may be one of the stongest indicators what eventually pushed her to become good later on. Though at very first she was thinking all of that as stupid and weak for them to trust a stranger that easily. But also thought that the couple needs to be kept alive because of their cooking). I have a short story brewing about the thingy but not sure if I have energy to write it or not aa.

- Likes hoodies and larger swearshirts (they are a nice change to the tight viltrumite uniform she had to wear for pretty much her whole life).

Some sketches of her

Adding that I associate this song to her for some reason (Frieren ost - Zoltraak by Evan Call) especially the middle part

- Thinking that eventually she might step in to the story (like somewhere during the time dr seismic yoinked the heroes).

- Unsure whether others find out she is a viltrumite upon meeting her or maybe later. Like when cecil uses the frequency thing on mark and she gets a blast of it and people be like ”wait a damn minute…”

- I imagine people being understandably very cautious because viltrumites are scary fr. So it may take a bit of convincing that she is in fact a good one (I think this may be one of the reasons she may have been hesitant to butt in earlier, but in this version the trapped heroes really weren't having a good time so she said fuc it and helped them out).

- Kinda dislikes the idea of being a hero because Cecil for sure would want her to be one, or at least some sorta last line of defence. On the other hand she has a bit of a lingering feeling of responsibility to protect others. But definitely doesn't like to be a lapdog and do whatever someone says what to do or where to go.

Additional sketch/concept art of her and Mark on the Moon

Thank you for reading and being interested in my sillies! 🍓💕

[pinkocowboy]

haven’t drawn anything new since finishing infinite jest but i do have sketches from while i was finishing up…

pemulis / hal

+ more hal except he looks different every time i draw him lol

i tried to doodle mario, too ! i think his appearance is too extreme in the book to border on anything realistic so i just did my best. idk, i just imagine him as a normal person for the most part, except that he looks kinda like a kid at least in my sketch on account of his larger head etc.

and ortho stice with his squarish jaw and short cropped hair. recently watched animal house and thought neidermeyer bore a resemblance to my imagination.

i actually made a website for myself to keep track of infinite jest stuff; i encourage anyone to check it out ! 😄

plus, i just published a fic !

it’s pemcandenza. 5th one to ever exist i guess ?

i am still getting to my inbox so sorry if your request hasn’t been drawn yet ! had a real blast with this book though. thanks everyone for the kind words thus far. 🦃

[kaihuntrr]

The Sea Prince; Betas and Sketches!

Hello! been a bit since ive done a sketch dump, but it isnt just a sketch dump, it's an announcement!

As @mewhoismyself and I work on the fic, we need an active set of beta readers! The two we have our wonderful, but to keep with the schedule, we need some extra hands and fresh eyes!

Hence, beta readers are once again open!

I am looking for two betas who are experienced in writing, and who are active to give their insights and feedback! currently, i am writing chapter 17, but while i do that, i'd need the feedback as soon as i can get it so i can prepare it for the chapter release dates. shoot a comment down below so i can check your account!

anyway, here's some doodles <3

ONE OF THESE IMAGES BELOW HAVE BLOOD. I AM WARNING YOU NOW.

first off, here's a joke made by a friend :> martyn is scott's babygirl, boom, its canon-

starting off, here's some silhouettes for the other princes ;D I can't reveal them, otherwise the surprise would be ruined! they're all based on different sea creatures, but they are just as scary as Prince Pearl and Prince Chromia. theres other designs i have to get to, but this is a sneak peak of the other terrors lurking in the dark.

speaking of, I got a fun doodle of em <3 the good thing about eating underwater is that they won't get all messy, but there are those times where an audience might watch them eat, they're messy eaters!

these two are pretty, but i really wanted to push their freakier, scarier sea prince sides! more slight changes, but they're both quite fun to draw! their contrasting designs are so much fun to draw together, i love these sillies! oh- and here's a bloodless version!

i absolutely LOVE my sea prince designs, scott and pearl just itch me the right way.

and before i pop off, here's some concept designs for joey and sausage, along with fwhip and gem! since gem is officially a lifer, i think her role in the story might be a bit more focused on, who knows!

wanted to make sure sausage didn't look like his pirates look :0c this au was originally before pirates smp, so i wanted to differentiate them somehow, so i pulled a lot from their empires' attire and see what works! what do you think?

finally, we have the cover art board! im planning to put this all in my pinned post the moment all the covers drop, but goodness, those eyes sure are pretty!

what do you think of the au so far? enjoying it? i hope you are! this au is such a blast <3

[gobbieink]

realizing i should prolly post more sketches n shit on tumblr.,. i reckon ill make a tag for it.

this is my current wip for my fairy caste size chart/reference (this is castes like eusocial insects not like people). I think ill ramble more about what ive been cookin up so far when i post the finished one., but essentially i realized i cant give my character azalea an updated design until i have at least a decent ref of the different fairy castes and decide what type he is.

scroll down for complicated bug people lore ⬇️

Important note that the only parts actually finalized here are the sizes and the two completed wing shape/patterns. everything else is just a base for what i will draw over it later. the red notes refer to the type of butterfly wing i am basing their wing types off of. Oh and also the size chart is a six foot scale. for convenience.

LORE: (just a tidbit)

Ive been basing my castes off of ants bc they have super complicated and interesting societies. These fairies are divided up into (in order) Queens, Majors, Drones, Mediae, Minors, and Minims. all names stolen from bugs ofc. You may note the drones are the only ones biologically male but an important aspect of the fairies is that they do not have a concept of gender especially not as it pertains to sex. Their closest approximation to gender are the castes.

the queens are by far the largest and most important part of the fairy society, they are not however, queens, ironically enough. there are multiple queens to each colony, and they will parent pretty much all of the fairies in the colony. They don’t do much work, and the smallest of the fairies (the minims) care for their every need. They very rarely take flight with their wings, and are often lifted by other fairies instead, but when they do the amount of force necessary to lift their body creates a very strong blast of air. any minims around are sure to be scattered. Majors wings are relatively larger and more designed for prolonged flight in comparison, despite their similar shapes (queens wings being more ornamental).

queens also have way bigger and more.,., im not sure how this word is used but lamellate? antennae. aka more feathery like moths. bc they are capable of reading the pheromones of essentially the whole colony to get a good read of it. their antennae are especially sensitive to them. this is likely a remaining trait from a time they had to work harder, as these days, the fairies governing body does the majority of the analysis of the colony to make any important decisions. including the queens own jobs. the government consists of minim royalty as well as big shots from just about every caste. queens typically do little work and are informed of their duties to do by the gov.

this is all im offering for now i actually have unbelievable amounts of information ive been crafting up about fairies recently.

[enquire]

I'm a little sleepy, so apologies if I'm not interpreting this right or this is old news, but danganronpa another fandom tags real???

but I THINK that suddenly there's proper fandom tags for the Another Series? Some of my fics got sorted into them (probably because of their characters or the makeshift fandom tags I was using?) I don't know much about tag wrangling but I'm guessing stuff like "Danganronpa Another: Another Despair Academy" (or any of the various attempts at fandom tags I've used to differentiate from the other stuff in the main DR series tag lol) it would seem are now synonyms with 3 ACTUAL another series tags?

For those of you who don't know Ao3, (and/or are not highly interested in the Another Series section of Ao3 lmao) this should mean that it will be possible to filter works exclusively for the another series, as well as for each game individually. If I'm interpreting this all right... Up to this point, any DRA/SDRA fics tagged like this would go into the main DR fandom umbrella tag so you couldn't just look for them like you could for THH or SDR2 or V3 or so on. All you can really do is sort by character tags or relationship tags. (fun fact... there's 85 works on ao3 tagged Kinjo Tsurugi/Maeda Yuki)

Can you guess how many are mine...? /silly

I can only assume this was because the series has finally been deemed separate enough from the parent fandom to deserve its own tags by the wranglers? So this makes me happy. Especially seeing DRA1 have its own tag... finally, I can type in danganronpa another when setting a fandom tag and something comes up.... this is big news (to me) haha

Anyways, I have no idea what in particular might have caused this to happen now after all this time but it's neat. Maybe the handful of us authors writing works for this series even now in the sunset era of the another series might have pushed it far enough numbers wise to get attention among the tag wranglers? Heh, yes, my fics did this /j

(not actually, I'm sure they just made a change with fangans or something haha. thank you tag wranglers as an Ao3 author and reader I appreciate your work!)

Anyways... I went through and cleaned things up, so now my fics are all tagged the same, neat and tidy. How nice.

Did I just ramble about ao3 tags for like a whole paragraph? Yes. I am in a good mood, sleepy and fuzzy as I may be. /silly

BUT this is really cool news to me, and I have no idea if anyone else noticed or cares lol.

also uh. yeah if you didn't know, hello! hi! This is Eerie_Enigma speaking! I just realized I've never directly referenced my Ao3 here haha.

If you've read this far you get to know that tidbit and something else... /silly

cause hey... now that CWBS has concluded, there might be something else I'm working on coming in the future... something involving alice in wonderland allusions... and my favorite gingers...

(I think I've settled on which story to work on next but if I change my mind and something else comes out instead forget I said this /j /silly)

side note I'm playing dra1 with some friends and having a blast!!

We've made it into chapter 4 so send your prayers for the rest of the game /silly /hj

Oh and expect more pony stuff again. Got some sketches going and maybe a new design or two if things turn out well. >:)

Okay that's enough nonsense from me for one day. Until next time, to all the probably three people who will see/read my unfiltered ravings /silly

[hummingbird24220]

Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: Tangled, Teased, and One Unexpected Pout

 (Apparently You Can’t Cuddle Without a Full-Deck Audience)

The sun rose far too early.

Golden light spilled across the deck of the Sunny, bathing the ship in warmth and gentle rocking waves. Birds chirped. Sails flapped lazily in the breeze.

You stirred first.

Barely. Just enough to realize you couldn’t move because you were currently wrapped like a lazy human burrito between Zoro and Sanji, your limbs entangled, blanket half kicked off, and Sanji’s leg somehow hooked over your thigh like he’d claimed the whole situation in his sleep.

Zoro’s arm was draped across your waist, his head turned into your shoulder, breath slow and steady against your neck.

You blinked. Your brain: Oh. Your second thought: Uh-oh.

And then—

“WAAAAHHHHH!!!”

You jerked violently as Luffy’s voice cut through the air like a cannon blast.

You all sat up at once—Zoro with a grunt, Sanji with a groan, and you with a noise halfway between a squeak and a growl.

Standing a few feet away, barefoot and wide-eyed, was your captain.

“You were snuggling without me?!”

Your mouth dropped open. “What?!”

“I always sleep in cuddle piles!” Luffy shouted, dramatically pointing. “I would’ve joined!”

“You’re not supposed to be awake this early,” Sanji muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Zoro grunted, reaching for his sword like he could cut the embarrassment from the air.

Luffy pouted—actually pouted—arms crossed and lip sticking out.

“That’s not fair,” he mumbled. “You all looked so cozy. You’re MY crew too.”

“Luffy,” you groaned, flopping back into the blankets.

“I could’ve been the little spoon!”

From behind him, Nami arrived, coffee in hand, blinking at the scene.

“Oh,” she said, completely deadpan. “So this is happening now.”

Robin appeared right behind her, sipping her own tea calmly. “I did wonder when it would become physical.”

“Shut up,” you hissed from your blanket nest.

Usopp peeked over the railing from above. “I’m not saying I’m taking notes—but I am sketching this.”

“Give me that paper, I swear—!”

Luffy stomped over and collapsed into the pile beside you, curling dramatically against your back.

“If I’m not invited, I’m crashing it,” he declared.

You sighed. “Fine. Just don’t drool on me.”

Sanji grumbled but didn’t move. Zoro rolled over and pretended to fall back asleep. Luffy grinned, arms snaking around your waist like an octopus.

And you?

You were surrounded.

Slightly crushed. Totally flustered. Maybe a little bit content.

...And maybe kind of hoping they didn’t move.

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You didn’t expect to get ambushed before breakfast. But there was Nami, sitting cross-legged on the deck with a mug of coffee and a look that meant business.

“Sit.”

You blinked. “Uh—”

“Sit.” There was no escape. You sat.

Across from her, the sea sparkled, birds chirped, and the air smelled like pancakes. You braced yourself.

Nami sipped once. Then got to it.

“You are driving me insane,” she said flatly.

You blinked. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” She pointed her mug at your chest. “You and your stupid snuggles and your stargazing and your ‘oh, I’m totally fine, teehee, I’m just casually in love with two men and pretending I’m not.’ It’s exhausting.”

Your mouth opened. “I—”

“Do you have feelings for them?”

You froze.

She raised an eyebrow.

“…Maybe.”

“Obviously,” she snapped. “So what are you doing about it?”

“I don’t know!” you hissed. “I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping it chill and cool and not bursting into flames about it!”

“Well, you're simmering, not cooling. You're full of heat and steam and making everyone weird.”

You crossed your arms. “Okay, so what do you want me to do? Talk about my feelings? Be honest and vulnerable? Nami. Nami. That’s horrifying.”

She stared.

You slouched.

Later, at the dinner table, the crew was deep into a competitive board game. Usopp was cheating. Luffy was yelling. Chopper was trying to be the referee.

You were not playing.

You were watching Nami across the table. Because Nami was watching you.

Every five minutes: another look. Pointed. Insistent. Expectant.

You furrowed your brows. Raised your shoulders. Made a tiny “what???” face.

She squinted. Sipped her drink. Pointed with her eyes at Zoro. Then Sanji. Then you.

And your brain did the only thing it was wired to do in a high-pressure emotional moment:

You stood up.

“Uh…” Chopper looked up. “What’s happening—”

You marched around the table. Grabbed Zoro by the collar of his shirt, yanked him toward you, and kissed him. Quick. Firm. Direct.

He made a very startled noise.

Before anyone could recover, you spun, grabbed Sanji next—he dropped his dice—and kissed him too.

He audibly short-circuited.

You pulled back. Cleared your throat. Turned around, locking eyes with Nami.

Your face: I did the thing. You're welcome. Her face: WHAT WAS THAT—

She facepalmed so hard you could hear it echo. Usopp dropped his cards. Robin slow clapped. Luffy yelled “YEAHHHHH!!” with his whole chest. Chopper fainted.

You sat back down. Calm. Cool. Satisfied.

Sanji was blinking like he’d seen God. Zoro was staring at the table with his ears bright red.

Nami peeked at you through her fingers, exasperated beyond belief.

“That’s your solution?” she hissed.

You smiled sweetly. “No more simmering.”

[kiivg]

idk if u need or want to hear this but i LIVE to see ur art and would b real sad to see u go </3

.Like I appreciate this I really do, though I know it’s a response to me saying I’m going to blow up an delete everything which I AM very tempted to do (again) and disappear (again) and come back anonymously until I start drawing scrungly old men and someone is like “Hey aren’t you….?” (AGAIN).

.And YES I know my text post was a knee jerk response to the sheer dislike of my recent art because somehow it’s nowhere near as good as my finished pieces (makes sense 30hr vs 3hr pictures) and yet still better than my sketches from some months ago. But that’s no consolidation even though it should be, I AM somewhat minimally improving I’m just not doing it in the way I want to which is quite frankly really fucking annoying.

.The crux of the issue I think is I’m seeing dozens of much better artists getting credits they quite frankly deserve and I’m disheartened that I’m not that good, I don’t think I’ll ever be that good, yet I’m still thrilled they’re doing so bloody well. But I can’t level with someone who’s climbing faster than I am. And then I’m seeing artists who post art riddled with issues get far more interaction than I ever do, and I’m happy for them too because they’re beating the odds and undoubtedly having a blast with their popularity.

.So WHY am I struggling if I’m literally in the same situation as these people. My art is both better than others’ and worse than others’ and somehow I feel like I’m stuck at the bottom of the ladder with absolute shite art. Which means (naturally this is no shock) the issue is ME, but I can’t figure out WHAT the exact issue is, and that is what is driving me to want to just scrap everything and start over because whatever the hell I’m doing now isn’t working, it’s not fun. I make a little picture, I enjoy making it, I feel my love turn into exhaustion and despair, I post and I hate it within the hour.

.I spend 30 hours on a piece that barely scrapes 100 interactions, I spend 3 hours on something that gets over 2000 interactions. I’m playing art roulette and I still don’t know what the bloody rules are. I get little tags saying “wow OP ur style” and I’m thrilled, overjoyed, I cannot describe the elation in proper prose, but my supposed style (lazy, sloppy, no pen pressure or texture, my colouring is the select and fill paint bucket) isn’t good enough, clearly it’s not good enough.

.I know I KNOW it’s true you’ll see a thousand things wrong with your own art, it’s the way things go, and I’ve been purposefully trying not to be too hard on myself, letting some things slip because whatever others have done worse, but by god is it the most draining thing. To see others do better, do worse, and feel joy for them and nothing but loathing for my own creations.

.And I know undoubtedly someone will want to tell me “oh this guy also struggles with their art” or “this girlie also has the same issues as you” but that won’t make me feel any better! Why would it! Why would another artist’s misery make me feel better! I want them to be happy that their art is good, that I sit there for a few moments taking in all their details, the lineart the brushstrokes the colours the feeling, that for a moment in the world a stranger loves them for their work but by God why can’t I put that on MYSELF.

.Anyway I cannot put into words what I feel and perform it true to what I think, because it’s complicated and most likely utterly ridiculous whining and someone will read this and think “wow king shut up get over urself” as undoubtedly they always will.

.In better news though, yesterday I found a bumble bee in my freshly washed bed sheets, he must have been accidentally caught when I brought it all back in, I got him in a glass and felt the vibrations of his little wingbeats through paper thin card as I took him back outside, and all my ailments were cured if but only for a moment.

[apocalypticdemon]

nine people i want to get to know better!!

i was tagged by the lovely @clandestinegardenias!! thank you!

Last Song: I-E-A-I-A-I-O by System of a Down! i've been branching out of my heavy metal rut of the last 6 months, but System of a Down still slaps really hard.

Favorite Color: hmmmm i really like lush jewel tones, so i think i have to go with like a deep burgundy right now, but the green of spring vegetation in full sun is a very, very close second

Currently Watching: well. i'm in the middle of a The Terror rewatch right now (again....) but the literal last thing I just watched was the IndyCar Grand Prix in Laguna Seca Raceway in Monterey, CA. but in terms of new shows, i'm not watching new stuff rn.

Last Movie: Mad God. what a fucking trip that film is. jesus. stop-motion horror film. visually gorgeous. disgusting. it was my second time watching it, and it was again really gross and not super linear and 100% up my alley. it was so bizarre, but i am CAPTIVATED by the music (since there is no dialogue; it's only music and sfx) and i want to write a paper on it so so sososo badly.

Currently Reading: currently juggling Captain Crozier: Last Man Standing, Les Miserables, and The Wager! They're all good in their own respects, but very very different from one another, as well. The Crozier bio is a little bit lighter than I was expecting, The Wager more narrative than I was expecting, and Les Mis thus far has just been slow, but i'm in the early pages for everything but the Crozier biography, so i'm still getting used to them. Also I started Persuasion by Jane Austen last month, but haven't gotten very far yet.

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory? they all have their place, but i have such a bad sweet tooth. it trumps almost everything for me. i love sugar.

Relationship: single! i've been single since like.... my sophomore year of high school? and i'm halfway through my master's now, so it's been.... i think i'll have been single for a decade exactly this year, on my birthday. but also i'm extremely aromantic so. that does contribute to that, lmao

Current Obsession: oh it's definitely The Terror. Very much so. but IndyCar is also a quiet sports obsession of mine and i am starting to get In The Weeds for it this year. i deliberately chose to pay more attention after the 500 this year, but i've been meaning to follow the full season for a few years now, and it's been a blast! really nice to watch tbh. it's fascinating stuff, and one of the only sports i can really, truly sink my mental teeth into. also i have been crocheting like mad recently, bc it keeps me entertained and Makes Things!

Last Googled: tire strategy and regulations in IndyCar races, the differences in those regulations between oval and road courses, and the literal difference in composition between alternate and primary tires. very cool stuff. to me, at least, lmao

Currently Working On: jotting down ideas for the next two terror fics i want to work on/sketching out the plots and adaptations for both of them, getting fully trained at my job, and like 3 separate crochet projects. i have. a very scattered brain. also mentally gearing up for my second year of my master's, which is frightening, considering that i have to Write A Thesis soon lmao

oh lordt i don't know if i have 9 people to tag, but i'll tag a few: @imwritesometimes, @jbloopers, @sweetenby, @silkenbutterfly7 - if any of you want to participate, please do!

[horsesteak]

“Now thank the good lordy above this absolute belter of a nook is still open in the wee hours of the day!”

The sudden blast of energy the newcomer radiated as his voice joyfully boomed through the tiny, cramped eatery was an immediate overdose for the overworked waitress. It was far too late (or rather, early, according to the man) for this sort of social interaction.

Check out Everything and Nothing by beans (with 6 e's and 6 a's) on AO3! Also check out my co-artist @gearbroth 's (!!!) art on their blog!

For the 2023 TF2 Big Bang! @tf2bigbang

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See below for bonus sketches and infodump!

It's been a while since I did a big art piece like this. It was fun, and it got me experimenting with watercolour pencils for the first time. I'm still learning the craft, and as much as I want my first ever watercolour painting to be perfect, it'll have to do. I'm satisfied with my attempt this time.

Although I do wish I could capture the painting in a higher resolution; phone camera and scanner couldn't cut it, everything is still a bit blurry. Here's the best I can take on my phone:

It's also the original colours, before digital shenanigans were done to it. The work of a sleep deprived art wizard waving his silly little magic wand tool to get everything to look nicer.

The original concept for this mini-comic came to me while I was sitting under a tree, halfheartedly trying to study for my two exams the next day. I quickly sketched this:

I honestly like the lineart of this sketch better than the final. What could be better than demo's sparkley anime eyes?

I was excited I finally came up with an idea after being high and dry for weeks. Basically my mental state:

I was going to have Demo stride in, burst through that door with exuberant energy that filled the Spy's shitty dead-end cafe. And also showcase his traditional Scottish garb, which let me tell you is a whole rabbithole that I eagerly leapt into while researching for cultural accuracy. (I tend rely on real life references alot. Trying to branch out to stylised drawing would be cool.)

What happened next were these little sketches on post-it notes. I draw on them first before committing paper because...it's fun :)

Also in this case, this is a comic, so I could rearrange the drawings how I liked, so this was actually goated.

In the second image, see another case of liking the lineart more than the final. I had half a mind to keep that sketch of Spy and paint over it, but that wasn't watercolour paper, so no... :(

I was surprised how well the sketches turned out. Bloody hell, I'm an artistic genius! Now lets see how that translates to paint, eh? Well, you already know.

Some things to improve on, personally, is to make the lineart cleaner next time, so the paint doesn't mix with the pencil to make this weird greyish colour. Anatomy, always. Clothing folds is another big one. And finally, time management. Man, art is a passion, but damn does having too little time screw my art quality over. Well as they say, scarcity breeds innovation.

If you've made it this far, I am putting a virtual turtle (vurtle) in your hand, because turtles are cool, and you are too.

As a bonus bonus to this info-dump, have the original concept sketch while I was feeling out how to draw Demo in formal Scottish suit and kilt.

THAT IS ALL.

[trappedtowers]

The Threat of Nemesis

Nobody knows where it came from, or how it came to be. All that's known within The Valley wastelands is that you must avoid it at all costs. If you are spotted, there is but 2 options for survival

Hide

Run

Though, both may not get you far. Even if you do escape, there's still her off-spawn to deal with. Hatched from the eggs, they come in various forms - but they all have one goal in mind. To alert Nemesis of potential prey, bringing it out of its volcano for yet another hunt.

There are few ways that are known to weaken it, or perhaps even defeat it. When The Phalanx was still around, they held a codex which contained the power to defeat the beast - just by throwing the scripture in its mouth! However, the codex was attempted to be used upon the beasts initial arrival, but to little success.

In more recent times however, Terra has been hard at work theory crafting using remenants of photocopied pages of the codex. Writings that could be turned into power. Power that could be turned into a machine that could blast Nemesis into bits... however, they lack the resources and engineering skill to build such a thing. The Valley can only provide so much, both in terms of power and room for learning. Nemesis makes it quite difficult.

However, someday perhaps, Nemesis will be defeated, and Alton Towers may roam free again...

(Hi guys, hope you enjoyed the Nemesis lore post hehe. This is very much only the baseline, but gives enough to work with. Don't think I missed anything but hey I'm tired. Art is a sketched concept by yours truly. I am still learning how to draw the big girl hehe)

[shads-shipposts]

Alright y'all. The main characters finally meet and oh boy is there chaos. Neil is a friendly soul, but he is still dangerous in his own right. Meanwhile the crew as a whole operates on the sibling wavelength, aka as long as you're not dying we will laugh at you. Also, when I say I am having a blast writing Allan I mean it, his "good cop bad cop" switch ups are far more Comic!Allan than Movie!Allan. 

Also I really do think Trevor is allergic to following the rules of reality

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A line here. A curve there. Attempt to capture the size by adding in a stick figure near the waterline. Count the shipboard boons, scribble them in.

Turn the page.

Ship portholes. Count the number of rows above the waterline. Assume at least a level or two below the waterline. Scribble that down, adding in some calculations on how many feet tall each level probably was.

Turn the page.

Superstructure, the main bane of my ship designs. Levels. Size. Outer decks. Lifeboats. Sketch the front, guesswork the back. Note the funnel midship, squint and try to see what lies around it. Scribble it in.

Turn the page-

"Nice work."

Years of karate piloted my body before I could think.

The man who had been leaning over my shoulder reeled back, clutching his face as my sketchbook struck him. Losing his balance, he fell to the ground. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed from the cobblestone.

I dropped the sketchbook, a hand covering my mouth as the other reached out. "Fuck, I am so sorry!" I yelped, looking down at him.

Some of the men nearby stopped what they were doing, staring at us in shock. However, once they saw their buddy still alive, just on the ground in pain, they snickered and continued with their work.

No honor amongst thieves, huh?

"Geez!" The man sat up and slowly lowered his hand, looking from the small speck of blood to me. Luckily there was not anger in his eyes so much as confusion. "What gives?"

"Sorry! It's habit!"

"You go 'round smackin' folks out of habit?" he asked, voice nasally as he rubbed his nose again and used the crates to pull himself to his feet.

"No, but martial arts makes me jumpy when surprised!"

Odd, though. Strikes aren't supposed to connect with any sort of impact in dreams. Usually I feel like I'm struggling through water. That was... surprisingly easier.

Add that, dear reader, to the list of red flags I was ignoring.

"Well, certainly got the reflexes for it." Rubbing his nose a final time, he looked me up and down. "What're you doin' 'round here, Shortie?" he asked, leaning next to me on the crate.

Should I be offended?

We ain't exactly gonna be approached by a WNBA scout any time soon.

"Just... just sketchin'." I gestured at the ship. "Good reference."

"Really? Not too wise bein' on your own." A subtle, almost missed tilt of the head and shifting of the eyes. "People might get the wrong idea, ya know?" he added, voice a lower whisper.

I glanced around the docks, noting the way men had stopped the various odd jobs they were doing and were instead finding new things to do in a very convenient circle formation.

With me in the center.

How kind of you to tell me after I'm already done in.

Well, as long as this dream doesn't throw an angry Allan at me we'll be gucci.

"Something tells me people already got the wrong idea," I muttered, but tried keeping my face neutral as I focused back on the man beside me.

Neil, right? The white-undershirt and blue jeans Tommy Gun dude with a "Mom" tattoo who I thought was named Ernie for the longest time but who apparently was named Neil according to the captions on the Blu-Ray disc version. Apparently he was Aussie too, even though I was pretty sure he was also voiced by Daniel Mays like Allan.

Certainly sounded more Aussie here, though.

"Afraid so."

"And you're here to distract me until the big dogs get 'ere," I said, pointing the pencil at him.

"Happy those martial arts skills come with good observational skills."

I scanned the men again, catching the eye of a few of them.

Y'all ain't gonna drive me away from this ship that easy. Make no mistake about my size, I stay wishing a motherfucker would.

Given I apparently didn't have to deal with the typical "dream-goop" effect on my strikes, my confidence jumped and I offered one of the men a sly smile.

His brows raised, only to lower as he returned the sly look.

"I certainly ain't a tumbleweed, if that's your worry," I replied to Neil, focusing on him again.

"The hell is that?"

"Military term. Dad was a fighter pilot, so I got more tricks and tools up my sleeve than you can shake a stick at."

"Don't think you'll need 'em. Boss said you're not in danger." He moved closer before he paused and indicated the spot beside me with his eyes.

I shrugged, scooting over to give him a little space next to me. He crawled up beside me, the top of the crate too small to allow space between us, and he offered a soft apology as his leg pressed against mine.

Huh. Warm. Also odd, dreams don't usually have this strong of sensory feedback.

"I can scoot down if you want," Neil offered.

Realizing I stared skeptically at his leg, I shook my head and focused back on the ship sketches. "Nah, you're fine. Just... thinkin'."

Linear scenes, realistic sensory feedback, no limitations on my strikes...

Nah, there's no way.

It's... It's just a vivid dream. Yeah, that's it. You've had 'em before.

Take the opportunity and run with it.

"Ah," Neil said, not sounding entirely convinced but he didn't push it.

"So, I'm not 'in danger', huh?" I asked, using air quotes.

"Accordin' to the boss."

"You trust your employer?" I asked, scribbling some more on my sketch.

"'Bout as much as any man does." He pointed at one of the superstructure windows. "That one's got a missin' screw on the left side. Second from the top."

"Reckon that means something different in the land down under," I muttered, erasing one of my little dots.

Damn architecture, being impossible to draw.

Damn perfectionism.

At least I had a semi-helpful sailor with me, even if he was playing warden.

Funny how the sailor I originally thought I was basing my character Russell Williams off of also had an interest in art.

In a dream of course.

Yes, this was still a dream.

That's why he was lining up with Russell. My mind already had the connection and was just drawing on that.

Yeah, that's what it was.

And the only reason I was not saying anything too crazy was I didn't want this to turn into a nightmare. Wouldn't be the first time my subconscious had turned into one of those dialogue based video games. Last thing I needed was an 'Everyone Disliked That' notification.

"Now how'd you know I was from Australia?"

"Don't ask questions you ain't prepared to know the answer to."

"That's not ominous at all," Neil chuckled.

"Uh huh." Eyes on my sketch, I made a circle in the air with my pencil. "Nor is this wolfpack."

"Why haven't you fled, then?" Neil asked, voice lower again. "You're clever enough to keep an eye on your surroundin's, but not to run when danger closes in?"

I looked up and met his gaze, a dry smile on my face. "Do I stand a chance at fleein'?"

"Sorry to say," a familiar voice sounded from behind me. "But no."

The hair raised along the back of my neck. Sure it was a dream, and sure I'd already heard Daniel Mays through Neil, but hearing that voice from Allan Thompson...

I knew it did not bode well, and could make this dream turn into a nightmare very quick if my subconscious decided to make like FNaF and get a little quirky at night.

Shifting into a crouch, weight on my toes, I turned to face the man himself.

Allan Thompson regarded me with suspicion, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Unlike the movie, he wore his outfit from the later comics; a brown buttoned shirt with rolled sleeves and work jeans. Still had his signature captain's hat, and his signature scowl.

Tom stood by him, also dressed differently; a yellow short-sleeved shirt and brown work pants. Like Allan, he still had his signature tweed cap. And his signature look of half-confusion that made him look more like a puppy than a grown man should.

Good thing I ain't younger me. Those arms would have had me acting up.

I focused on Allan, well aware that even in a dream he couldn't be underestimated.

"Howdy," I said with a nervous laugh.

Sharp brown eyes scanned me inside and out before shifting to the sketchbook. "And what is it you've got there?"

I cautiously held it up. "Sketchbook."

He held a hand out.

I thought about running there and then, but the men had already closed ranks.

If I was to keep this a pleasant if not somewhat tense dream, I needed to just play along and not make a scene.

Well, any more of one than whacking poor Neil in the nose.

I ventured off the crates, hyperaware of how tall Allan was compared to me. The fact he was built like an industrial fridge didn't help.

"Why the nervousness?" he asked, his scowl replaced by something less sinister and almost friendly.

Almost friendly.

Or, I guess it was friendly.

In the same way a plastic orange was real.

What the hell was that comparison?

I'm nervous ok? My witty banter gets helter skelter when I'm nervous!

"Y'all circlin' me like a pack'a wolves," I retorted. "Who wouldn't be on edge?"

"Interestin' accent. American, aye?"

Oh sure, just dodge my question.

I handed him the sketchbook, warily eyeing him for any quick movement. "Aye."

He handed it to Tom. "What's an American like you doin' at a dockyard like this?"

Lying wouldn't serve me well here, Allan would smell it in a heartbeat.

"Lookin' for ship refs," I said, watching both Allan and Tom as the stockier man scanned the page and a few before it.

Allan glanced at his friend, who looked up from the sketchbook with a nod.

"Yeah," Tom confirmed, flipping back to the first page and showing Allan. "Just sketches."

"Of?"

"Just the ship. None of us."

Allan turned back to me. "Got an interest in this ship?" he asked, tone conversational now. "Could take you aboard if you want a closer look."

I hated the way I perked up, hated the way he took notice of it even more, but I forced myself to shake my head.

Don't you want to roam? Roam the ship and really get a good look?

It's a dream, generated by my head, so it's not like it's the real deal. And besides, do we not see the ring of death?

"Why not?" Allan asked. "We're not scheduled to leave for a few more days. Would be happy to help."

Look at you, being all smiles. Sorry Charlie, I ain't that dumb. Dream or not, I got more sense than that.

I knew Allan. Knew his shtick.

He was amiable and helpful until he wasn't, and then he really wasn't.

And while I wanted more inspiration for Allan's character or his derivatives, I did not want to deal with an angry Allan. This dream was going swell, if not a bit odd, and I didn't intend on making things go south.

"Takin' random offers from dudes to head somewhere secluded is how I end up on the back of a milk carton," I scoffed.

Allan laughed, but the false amusement didn't fool me. "What kind of men do you think we are?" he asked, offering a disarming smile.

Too bad I knew I was looking at a viper.

"Hell man I don't know," I said.

"What happened to never judge a book by its cover?"

"Same with don't talk to strangers."

"And we're strangers to you?"

I hesitated, unable to stop myself from glancing away as I swallowed down over half a decade of hyperfixation and fics. When I met Allan's gaze again, I saw with a sinking feeling that the damage had been done and he was even more suspicious.

"Yes," I said, the lie paining me but necessary.

"Is that so?" Allan pressed.

"You ask a lot of questions, mister."

He shrugged. "I'm a curious man."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

His eyes sharpened. "And satisfaction brought her back."

Her back?

The hell did he mean by that?

"Yo!"

All heads turned, mine included, to the newcomer.

Strolling along as if he were right at home was none other than Trevor.

He stopped a little way outside the tighter circle, grinning. "What goes on?"

What goes on? Really? You smack me with the headache of the century then you vanish without a word, and now you just waltz your ass up in here?

"So now you decide to show up, you green-eyed..." I frowned at the drink in his hand, the yellow double arches instantly recognizable. "Is that McDonald's?"

Trevor nodded, lifting the drink. "Yeah!"

"Is..." I turned to the sailors. "Is there a McDonald's in this town?"

Allan's frown deepened, but it looked more like confusion rather than anger. "What's McDonald's?" He turned to one of the sailors, a younger fella with sun-tanned skin and short brown hair. "That an American thing?"

The sailor shrugged. "Must be a southern thing, we don't have those in Boston."

I turned back to Trevor. "Where the hell did you get that, Trevor?"

He shrugged. "Under the map."

"Under the-" I cut myself off, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Actually, ya know what? I don't wanna know."

"Sometimes it's what's best. Besides, it's like you said!" Trevor took a drink, the straw making the 'no drink left' gurgle, before he pointed the drink at me. "Dreams don't make sense."

"Dreams?"

I turned to Allan as Trevor joined me in the middle of the circle. "Yeah, dreams. I'm in one now."

He exchanged a glance with Tom, who just shrugged helplessly. Brown eyes returned to me. "You think this is a dream?"

A question not from annoyance, but from an authentic and utter confusion.

It gave me a brief pause, but I shrugged it off. Rarely were the manifestations in my dreams as self-aware as I was about the un-reality of it. Of course Allan would be a little put off.

Trevor was an outlier, and honestly I wasn't entirely sure he wasn't some alter ego type thing. A side of my personality that took on a life of its own to be a deus ex machina for my fanfiction when I needed to move things along but didn't want to invest energy into really digging deep for plot reasons.

That was reserved for my originals. Fanfiction was for turning my brain off and just going ham with my wish fulfillment fantasies.

Maybe I should just act crazy and they'll think I'm just off my rocker and not a threat.

"I mean, yeah," I replied, shrugging. "How else can I be here?"

"And tell us. Where exactly is here?"

"The docks where my favorite ship is," I said, pointing at the Karaboudjan sitting moored behind him.

Allan looked over his shoulder. "Your favorite ship?"

I nodded. "Aye."

I don't recall Allan being this clueless or even curious. My subconscious be taking a weird route with Allan this dream sequence. Tom's still in character though.

"And what is this ship called?"

Wait... wait wait wait. Maybe...

No, not possible. Not possible.

It's just a dream. Just a dream!

Allan is just... it's just my subconscious going weird. That's all.

That's it. That's all it is.

That's all it can be.

But if my dream wanted to play a wild card, then I just had to match the crazy.

"The Caroline."

Allan looked... disappointed?

"Thought you based the Caroline off the Karaboudjan?"

My head snapped towards Trevor. "Can you not?!"

"What?" Trevor exclaimed, raising his hands.

"There a reason you created a ship based on this one?" Allan asked.

Odd... thought he would have been more mad or hostile knowing I knew about this ship. Instead he looked almost...

Hopeful?

The hell?

"Er... yes."

Allan waited a moment. "Are you goin' to tell me?"

"Not if I don't have to."

"What's with the weird attitude, Shads?" Trevor laughed. "You usually love to talk about your sailor characters!"

"I really wish you would spontaneously combust right now."

Can't you see I'm trying to keep this dream nice? Wait, why am I even asking you that? You're part of this too.

"Shads?" Tom asked, wearing that same weirdly hopeful look as Allan. What was it about Mackenzie Crook's voice that lent itself so well to endearing characters that also were violent criminals? "That... wouldn't happen to be short for Shadow, would it?"

A jolt of energy shot up my spine.

Hold up.

Linear scenes, strong sensory feedback, full strength, surprisingly complex side characters, questions I wasn't prepared for, genuine full force emotions...

Now this?

Not only had my dreams thrown me into the setting of Tintin, but the setting of my fanfictions?

What the fuck is going on?

"Aye."

The two characters exchanged another glance.

"Al," Tom urged, elbowing the taller man. "Ask her."

I looked between the pair. "Ask me what?"

Allan turned to me and took a small step forward. "Does the name... Scarlett mean anything to you?"

My eyes flew wide.

They not only knew the name Shadow, but they knew the name of my persona?!

This is my fanfiction universe? Which one? Which timeline? The original? No, Allan's a bit too nice. And Scarlett's missing. I wrote her here during the movie timeline for the original RP timeline. This must be the abandoned one. Unless it's that alternate original timeline where Allan accused her of ratting them out so she left?

Why was I being so technical?

Dreams weren't supposed to be uber specific.

But this was a dream.

It had to be.

No, this is no longer a dream.

This just turned into a nightmare.

Instinctively, I shifted back into a right fighting stance, guard partially up. "How do you know that name?"

Tension split the air like a bolt of lightning, a majority of the sailors stiffening and closing ranks. A few of the guys looked confused at the sudden shift in mood, but they nevertheless closed ranks with the others.

No one looked more on edge than Allan and Tom. Tom showed a vast array of emotions on his face; shock, desperation, hope, worry, confusion. Allan had a bit of a better handle on his expression, but even he looked like someone just hit him with a plot twist worse than Darth Vader being Luke's father.

"How do you know that name?" he growled.

Fear filled my heart.

My brain was playing the mean Allan card now.

I needed to get the fuck outta dodge.

Wake up.

Wake up now.

Why aren't you waking up?!

"Actually!" I said with forced cheeriness, clapping my hands together as I faced a confused Neil. "Ya know what, you were right! I really shouldn't be here, I should get-"

Hands grabbed my hips.

"Going." I slowly looked down at the hands, then back at their owner. "Trevor?"

"Yes?"

I gestured to his hand placement. "Explain."

He grinned, winking at me, before lifting me off the ground and holding me above his head.

"Trevor, what the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed.

"Fly you fool!"

With a "Yeet!", he threw me over Tom and Allan's heads, out of the circle. I landed clumsily, but quickly scrambled to my feet and bolted down the docks.

If my dream wouldn't boot me out, then I'd just have to keep running until I woke up or the scene shifted.

I just hoped it would shift.

Because if it didn't...

These sailors were going to be the least of my problems. 

[omegaslostwine]

Original story Wip

Old 'Alpha's log.

Date: Third of the 5th blast, radial year 2604.

Location: Apex, 3rd Center Level.

Science department 6, MT's log entry for whoever might find this...

So...

Maybe you don't know me, although I doubt it. I'm hard to forget. But in case you don't recognize my existence, let me tell you that what you have in your hands now is a piece of the truth, the one that no one wants you to know. It may not be easy to understand. If this ever changes, if anyone ever finally listens to me, I don't think they will understand a single word of this log. But that's no reason for me to stop, no. If your minds have changed and our reality is different now, I only need to do one thing for you to get it. Start from the beginning.

Today I found a card: a piece of smooth cardboard, for those who don't know.

Yes, a piece of paper.

I can't remember the last time I saw real paper, much less printed paper. The card brought such an unusual drawing .

I had to look it up, since it was an archaic artifact. It was a spyglass, a kind of portable glass that it was looking upwards.

A Spyglass... Shit, keeping this image now could easily land me in jail.

Here and now, in Proxima B, this is almost a sacrilege.

THIS drawing of a staring eye looking at the sky, endowed with wings, taking off far from the city. It is a call to study the universe. A gem for any decent scientist, but a dangerous catalyst for law enforcement officers.

So it is not surprising that it is strictly prohibited.

Few know why, but those more sagacious do.

The truth is that our story does not begin in this ruined world. No, everything begins in a brighter place, where the sun sets below the horizon and in the darkness of the so-called night, you can see the thousands of stars that surround us even today.

Maybe you already know it now, but at this moment, all this information is prohibited by the Power Cabinet. They don't want you to know. They don't want you to look up.

This place of eternal twilight is the only thing we know and are allowed to know.

The blackened sky can only be seen from where the frozen air would kill you in seconds, and the blazing light from the other side of the planet would burn you alive as soon as you leave what we know as the “habitable zone.”

So we are forced to live here, piled up within this stripe in the middle of the day and night, where a reddish gloom never lets us see the starry sky.

Nobody cares though. They do not have the imagination to see beyond the visible. They don't know anything else that doesn't come from the screens around us, and their little brains don't conceive of anything else.

Rats always go for the cheese. And those at the top know how to provide for these pests.

That's Proxima B, a well-planned prison for a bunch of weak-minded rodents.

So this card is almost a gift for me, being a human thirsty for answers in a world that rejects wit.

It is reliable proof that I am right, that there were others before us. Beings who looked up at the sky and managed to conquer it.

That is what I need. This is how I will be able to create what they ask of me.

I can't stop now. I know that the answers I seek are in our past and now I just need to follow this invisible thread that connects the card to our history.

Only then I will find the origin of Proxima and the truth about humanity.

That will be my contribution to science. To this day...

The Hylum will the next...

Log signature: Mayzon Thorne

This was made with a prompt from a literature workshop I'm in. But it has a lot of information about the context of my original story 'Echoes'.

The prompt was to use the cards image of a spyglass.

You can take this as an additional content. A flash back of Mayzon's first steps before becoming 'Alpha'.

Ps: sorry if it bother someone. But the image was made with one of my sketches and Leonardo ai because I didn't want to draw. 🙏

You can find the sketches of alpha in my Tumblr.

[thebaroness-art]

🌊 Aqua Art Challenge (Raffle) Prizes! 🌊

Congratulations to the winners of the Raffle! After way too long, here I present you the gorgeous characters I had the honor of working on:

Ferenir belongs to @the-flame-blade Amelia belongs to @thewitchpainter-art Artedil belongs to nothlirien on Instagram Daricelly Mooness belongs to daricellymooness on Instagram Corey belongs to @letho-arts

Thanks to everyone! Feel free to contact me in private, so I can send you the full resolution files and the PNGs for the tokens!

The next challenge won't probably come so soon since I can barely take care of anything else other than work and school exercises, but do stay tuned, for there will be plenty of things to celebrate!

Right ahead, personal and blog updates!

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I AM ALIVE!! I completed the first half of the master class I've taken, so I'm finally free to resume things from where I left off, with some news!

I'm changing the purpose of my Instagram profile to... simple art corner! I'm going to spam whatever nice thing I feel like sharing, from the most messy quick sketch to the most refined masterpiece I can create, for the sake of sharing and connecting with y'all! My Artstation will become the ExtraPolished(TM) portal to check my works for professional purposes, but for what concerns the rest, I really want to get back to have fun with social media.

Why not, after all? Before they became a whole stressful mess with algorithm problems and stuff like that, sharing things was a mean to create chances of interaction! I think I've been neglecting that side of my activity online for way too long, and I can't wait to get more in touch with everyone.

With all of that said, I'll be on vacation for the next month, but the prizes of the DTIYS are finally in the making together with a few more personal pieces I've been delaying for too long! Plus, I'll reorganize and share my best exercises for this course, because goodness, that was a blast of inspiration and improvement! Hopefully you'll think the same on the long run 😊

Thanks for making it this far, I'll see you all very soon! . . . . . . #artchallenge2023 #paintedsketch #ttrpgart #portrait #digitalart #dnd #pathfinderrpg #commissionsopen

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Red Menace AU details

One of my very first AU ideas that started off as a one-shot and then hopelessly spiraled into a full blown series.

So, the idea is, what if Dark survived Second's blast in the Showdown, recovered, and sought revenge and is basically a jerk for the entire AU and doesn't get a redemption arc.

The entire series (so far, it's not quite done) is here:

I like doodling and sketching on the occasion I have the time for it, but I am NOT an "accomplished artist", or at least I don't compare to at least 90% of everyone else on tumblr.

So might as well use my tumblr for talking about my writing, I guess.

I mainly dwell on the Archive.