#I am having a blast with the sketches so far

[nosnexus]

Alrighty, first round:

Red: Liam and Preston (Crown of Candy)

Orange: The Orange Fairy (Neverafter)

Yellow: Colin Provolone (The Ravening War)

Green: Skip Takamori (Starstruck Odyssey)

Light blue: Lady Chirp Featherfowl (A Court of Fey and Flowers)

Dark blue: Ricky Matsui (Unsleeping City)

Violet: Andhera (A Court of Fey and Flowers)

Pink: Sundry Sidney (Starstruck Odyssey)

Second round:

Red: Raphaniel and/or Karna (The Ravening War)

Orange:

Yellow:

Green:

Light blue: Adaine Aberant (Fantasy High)

Dark blue:

Violet: Amethar (Crown of Candy)

Pink:

[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!

[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

[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. 🦃

[hannahssimblr]

The road towards home is long and dark. The streetlights taper off after ten minutes, and as we reach the major stretch of road toward the beach, the only light is from passing cars and the faint glow of cats’ eyes under the moon's light. But the stars are out, clear and bright and spectacular. 

Evie and I have stopped saying things to each other. Initially, she was apologising for being too heavy, for borrowing my hoodie, for imposing and being an inconvenience in all the ways she could think of, but she was wrong. She’s a perfectly lovely passenger, whether she likes it or not.  

But it is quiet now, and I can’t think of anything acceptable to say to her. Perhaps it’s that the journey home is long, and with the extra weight, I am concentrating on keeping the bike balanced and upright. Maybe I am awkward and have forgotten how to converse with girls. Or maybe the comfortable silence feels more courteous to the sleeping countryside. 

About halfway through our journey, a silhouette rises, inky black against the deep blue sky, from behind a thicket of trees lining the road. A church. Several times in summers passed, I cycled as far as it, just to have something to do. 

Years ago, when my parents first bought the beach house, it was a community hall, then it was a meeting place for model railway enthusiasts. I used to watch them through the windows, waiting for them to notice me so I could say whatever rude thing I had saved up and run away, weaving through the crooked gravestones before they could catch me. 

It’s abandoned now, though nobody ever bothered to bolt up the door. I’ve been visiting on and off throughout my summers, sometimes just reading the graves, sketching, and poking around with the vague hope that I might find something interesting like a mummified skeleton or a book full of ancient secrets. 

Last year I brought Michelle, and she decided to give me an awkward blowjob in the pew. She didn’t want to kneel on the floor among the broken glass and discarded beer bottles so she sort of hovered over me in a frog pose, then had to stop because her thighs were cramping and she realised she was overcome with an unshakeable sense that God was judging her. She’s not even Christian. For me, it was the opposite, and I felt more like I was having something related to a religious experience, but I understood her point of view. 

There is something very Catholic about Evie Kilbride. I suspect she’ll like the inside of this church. Any church. Aren’t they known to enjoy ecclesiastical sites?  

“Do you want to see something?”

“Yeah.”

I turn my bike down a rocky path where all residual light vanishes, and the darkness envelops us. It’s more overgrown than it’s ever been, with twigs and branches lightly whipping against my arms and legs. When I skid to a halt thatch of nettles sting my ankle. I swear under my breath and rest my hands against the churchyard wall. I know that my eyes will adjust to the darkness, but I’m having a hard time seeing even what is one metre in front of my face.

I ask Evie to hand me my Nokia, and she snickers as she pulls it out of my hoodie pocket. “Nice phone. Is it the new Blackberry?” 

It’s heavy and solid like a brick. “Ha ha. Can your Blackberry do this?” I find the right button and light blasts from the torch at the top of it. It’s a highly embarrassing piece of technology, the kind of gadget that someone like Liam would carry unironically, but it’s the only phone that has ever made sense for me to have. It doesn’t break no matter what I do to it. I have dropped it, kicked it, and left it out in the rain. Last week it survived a spin in the washing machine.

The light glances the jagged cap of the wall. It’s mossier and more dilapidated than last year. Nevertheless, it looks sturdy enough to hold me. With my phone in my mouth, I take a running jump at the wall, my hands finding purchase with ease. I remember when I was smaller, and this was so hard. All of those years ago when I was… I shine the light down at Evie, waiting expectantly at the bottom. 

…About her height. 

Once I have scanned the other side of the wall for any shopping trolleys or bits of rock that might complicate our landing, I turn back to find her struggling up the side of the wall. 

“Give me your hands.” I place the phone down and haul her up. She’s light, I knew that already, but she is nimble too. With a fluid swing of one long leg over the wall she sits facing me for a beat. Two. 

She drops my hands.

My torch surveys the other side one last time before I determine it's safe enough to leap off. I land with a soft thud on the overgrown grass, then reach for her again. 

“It’s too high.”

“I’ve got you.”

Slowly, she scoots to the edge of the wall and cautiously turns around to ease herself down the side. One foot scrapes along the side and I grab her immediately, my hands firm on her waist as I lower her to the ground. 

She’s breathing quite hard. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“If you want to go home, I can take you home.”

“No, I want to stay.”

“Alright.”

My phone light shines onto the uneven ground, the mounds of grass, some flattened by footfall, some over grave sites, while the headstones jut from the earth in broken clusters. 

“Where are we?” she says. A snarl of blackberry briars tugs on my sock, and a rain beaten cider can in the middle crunches underfoot. 

“Oh, we’re in a graveyard.”

“Yeah. This way.”

I lead her to the church doors, which rattle as she reaches out and lays her hands flat against them. With her mouth agape, she stares up toward the steeple. 

“A church,” she breathes. “An abandoned church.”

God, she’s weird. 

“Can I show you what’s inside?”

“Is it safe?”

I shrug. “Yeah.”

The door is stiff as I push on it and it creaks open with the scrape of dried leaves against the tiles. The torch sends a beam of light down the aisle, punctuated with litter and debris. As she walks, I guide her gently away from any pieces of the broken window that have splintered on the floor.  

“There, look,” I say, and point the torch at the stained glass window above the altar. Remarkably, it is still intact, even when most else inside the church has been so thoroughly vandalised. “This is what I wanted you to see.”

She steps closer and stares at it for a long time. It’s a nice window, that much is objective. I have always liked the style of the religious figures. The woman, an angel, I think, with her long, languid shapes, has hands that meet in prayer as her long neck lolls to the side. A male figure kneels at her feet, a crystalline tear on his cheek as he weeps. About what I don’t know, it’s a scene I’d find in the Bible. maybe, if I ever became a person compelled to read it. Its appeal isn’t in its meaning so much as it is in its style. How gothic it is. The level of intricacy. 

“It’s incredible,” Evie says. 

“Yeah, I thought you’d like to see it.”

Her eyes dance with intrigue as moonlight shimmers through the glass and throws abstract colour over her face. “Thanks for showing me.”

“A bit emo, isn’t it? They both look so sad.”

When I glance at her, she's looking right back.

I want to kiss her. 

My eyes run all over her face, and my heart picks up in my chest. “Do you believe in ghosts?” 

“I d-”

I switch off the torchlight.

She shrieks, and just like that; I have successfully destroyed the moment. In the rafters above, a cauldron of bats comes to life, flapping and squeaking as Evie gasps, “Jude! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry! Are you scared?” I reach for her through the dark, finding her wrists, her pulse jumping under the skin. “I’ve got you, you’re fine.”

“That was mean,” she whimpers, and I feel bad. Usually, things like this are funny, and everyone thinks so, but I didn’t really take the time to consider how the outcome might be different in a church with a haunted ambience.

“It was, I’m sorry.” I switch the light back on and point it towards the ceiling so that she can see the bats retreating, and that none of them, in fact, are coming to bite her. 

She slips free of my grip and smoothes down her hair. “I could almost feel them clawing at my head.”

“They wouldn’t.”

“They might.”

Another shudder rips through her. “let’s get out of here. I can’t stand the thought of them coming back down and… getting me, or whatever.”

With a swift turn, she marches toward the door while I follow behind, sheepish, and more convinced than ever that something is indescribably wrong with me.

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[mecachrome]

get to know me tag game

tagged by @liamlawsonlesbian 🥺 lub u

last song i listened to: lmfao so my friends and i went to a sebeuntin concert together recently and while we were hanging out got kiof stickayy stuck in our heads and would randomly burst out singing HOW LONG BEFORE WE FALL IN LOVE in public so i listened to that last night while playing with my cats... unnecessary story time. also re: apateu we did that and many other clerb classics at karaoke which was a blast

favorite colors: lilac <3 as everyone knows. and then mint/teal and sunshine yellow are up there

currently watching: new abbott season and arcane s2! this was my twitter header for like 3 months when the first season came out like das my morally ambiguous babeyyy... i'm also watching current gbbo season but i'm somewhat behind and got spoiled about my fav being eliminated so now i'm like :/ also the redditors were pissing me off about her voice / attitude / etc. like OKAY WE GET IT U HATE WOMENNNN be quiet. anyway recently finished the english teacher s1 + only murders s4 which was my fav season of the entire show so far :3c good stuff

last movie i watched: i've fallen off so hard with movies these days someone needs to hit me over the head and tell me to get my brain into gear... but i did watch Look Back (2024) which i came into with very limited knowledge and was appropriately emotionally destroyed by. need to watch anora soon!

currently reading: gorl... don't worry about it. let's just say i need to stop reading fanfiction for a fandom that hit its peak in 2013 😔

sweet/savory/spicy: exactly as jo said i'm sweet > spicy > savory all da way!!! i have the biggest sweet tooth in the world it's dangerous i literally Don't Play Around about dessert. and half my family is from sichuan so u know i love my mala :saluting_face: even if it makes my tummy hurt after...

last thing i googled: nice try FBI!!!!

current obsessions: my kitties... T__T honestly they are my whole entire world every day i am filled with so much affection over how perfect and cutieful and lovely they are :( and obvious op81/f1isms aside recent gaming obsession is playing fields of mistria is anyone else into that!!! also k-pop adjacent but i've gone full eyekon lately i need them to release a new ep + tour asap because why are they kind of the perfect group LOL... but i'll stop talking k-pop on da f1 blog soz.

currently working on: omg i really want to crochet a bib thing for my kitties i think it would be cute TT and i still have the 814 girldad comics i sketched out that i need to finish incl. some suggestions people gave me as well... and i really want to work on potential stuff for aus25 but i'm like ??? idk we'll see... i was thinking of drawing my Own f1 snoopy merch without the huge lvgp logo taking 40% of the real estate lolol but it's all very ambiguous atm. also crazy how march 2025 is much closer than it seems!!! why does time pass so fast

i think everyone has done this tbh... apologies for belated rambling 😪

[fanterfane]

Welcome to the Star Pride! (Sketch)

Here's a thing I've been working on with OccPixTFs (https://www.deviantart.com/occpixtfs)! Fayne beefcake lionification/twinning into Pix's OC Leo! Fayne had never really been a fan of old console games... Especially from consoles older than he was by more than a third of his lifespan. He'd just never understood the appeal of them, with their strange 8-bit graphics and esoteric genres. But when the local game shop closed down they had a closing sale where everything had to go, he had some spare time so figured he might as well give it a chance! The store owner seemed especially keen on getting rid of a specific Sega Genesis and a game for it named Star Pride Voyagers... (https://www.deviantart.com/occpixtfs/art/Star-Pride-Voyagers-199X-Mockup-Pixel-Art-959597243) He gave Fayne such a discount that he got the cartridge AND the console for just 20 bucks! What a steal!! It was honestly too good to be true... He took it home and with some effort, removed it from it's unassuming packaging. It was wrapped in a way that made it seem like they wanted to keep whatever was inside in, rather than keep it safe from whatever was outside... Which was strange to him but Fayne tried not to overthink it like he usually does. When he launched the game and dusted off the old console, the ginger boy was hit with a loud intro, narrated by a campy sounding macho lion! Sitting down, Fayne prepared for a blast from a past he'd never seen before! "Welcome to Star Pride Voyagers! We can see you're new here, but you've got the courage and power of a lionhearted Captain~! After this Training Tutorial, you'll be an ace pilot in no time!" Played the crispy ancient audio from his speakers... Sending a chill up the boy's spine. It was a strange intro, for sure. But Fayne wasn't worried at all until the console started crackling, and he felt static in the air. Then, he started to grow... and grow... and then bluish fur appeared on his skin and he knew he was in for it! Fayne had heard before that a group of lions is a pride, but he definitely wasn't ready to experience a lion's pride firsthand! Now he just needed to find his flightsuit...and his ship, for that matter~ This is probably one of the gayest things I've ever drawn. It took a lot of willpower for me to get myself to make a true male on male transformation/corruption piece with a masculine framing, but it worked out in the end! Tell me what you think. Is it too far for your tastes? Or are you happy to explore new things? I for one am excited to learn more about masculinity and gender in a positive way!! Originally finished in September 2023!

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[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

~~~

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!

✨

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

[livingfictional]

hiii i love your rdr2 writing & matchups!! if your still accepting requests i'd like to make one (⌒▽⌒)

i don't use labels for gender & sexuality (aside from being asexual) but am pretty masculine and like all, regardless of gender, and my pronouns are he/him :3

about me, uhh,, im vegetarian, my favorite animal is the octopus, ive actually recently started playing rdr2 (after playing rdr1 quite a bit on my switch), my favorite characters so far is arthur of course but also javier (whenever i can find him?? i hardly see him in game </3), my dream job would be to be a paramedic if not for aforementioned chronic illness, i have a weird paradox of being somewhat strong (yayy muscles slowly growing from like half workouts and walking) while also being weak, and i cant rly do things for a long time lest i get a 200 bpm, but can still pick people up. im also punk!! better yet actually cripple punk :3

for hobbies, i enjoy reading, especially non fiction; classic lit, and danmei my friends have forced me into, video games as aforementioned (hades, gi, and ace attorney being other favs), i make art of many kinds but mainly physical sketches, i loovvvee music despite knowing absolutely nothing about it mechanically, i enjoy writing literally just fanfiction and some cringy poetry here and there, and i do tarot!!!

as for personality: with strangers i can range from actually rather confident to a bit shy but willing to talk (contributed by my goal of complimenting least one person each time i go out, its great!!), quite intuitive, can improv quite well in many scenarios, mainly w humor, friends would call me.. probably laid back with a big heart, also easy to talk to—thats actually something ive been told a few times. but i also have this lovely habit of bottling up my feelings to no end for a negative trait—and though thats been getting better, i can still never cry in front of ppl. i can also get irritable rather often because of adhd and anxiety </3. and ihave a potty mouth which i have to control around others,,

for likes: loud music/concerts but quiet rooms, cats, nu metal, uhh....what do i like... aforementioned video games, cold treats (though its not like i can eat/drink hot things..) plushies, trying new foods and going to restaurants!!! my idea of a fun time is an interesting restaurant/cafe. i also like matcha a lot, just odd foods in general, i also have chickens and they are an absolute blast to have long as they arent acting up (which i suppose would be relevant in the rdr world), and an odd love: yogurt/white chocolate covered pretzels. its delicious you gotta believe me

as for dislikes: rude people. not nice people. bigots. assholes. any variation or synonym of the type, also people who mistreat kids and dont know how tf kids brains work too—personal pet peeve. and people who dont like cats. always a red flag. but other than that not many things,, i consider myself open minded

woaw didnt mean to write an essay;,, augh anyways thank you for even reading my request, much love (*´ω｀*) and no pressure to write anything relating to disability if ur not comfortable/confident/just dont want to!!

Maaaan, having chickens sounds so fun. They're so cute 🥹

I match you up with... Charles!

Charles, just like you, is quite open minded as well.

The kind of person to go for quiet walks with you, never rushes you. He likes to just stroll through the forests near Valentine with you, just talking about anything and everything.

Well, he doesn't talk that much, but he definitely listens.

On the subject of that, he's a great listener. Mutter something quietly about craving a certain food, he's on his way to get it, if possible. You saw a thing you liked in the store window? Let's go in and get it.

Charles just wants the best for you, trying to spoil you as much as he can.

[dynamic-k]

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.

[thewandererh]

HII wait are you THE the Wanderer (like the one on yt)??? Really sorry if not and I’m mistaking you for the wrong person here

In any case! I love the way you draw iterators and slugcats SO MUCH??? Like your style is just so incredibly eye-pleasing and wonderful to look at I am in incredible awe. Anyway uhm. Yeah! Scuttles away

(- @strandedaylily)

yes!!! i am :]!! the one who animated tr on yt yeash thats me💥. and its you!! the real strandedaylily,, reposted some of ur stuff recently to show it off f4 answering this. love ur thingers :DD✨

and thanku sm 😭😭 that means??? so much??!? its been a journey finding my style and i love that u love it sm!! i have a few diff styles for iterators and slugcats, and whipped up these fast sketchy style analysis sheets last night.

observe:

Iterator Styles

I have two main styles for iterators: chibi and humanoid-ish. round head vs oval head with a cheek curve (cheek curve is a staple of my style. was actually against it when drawing iterators with it for the first time, yet it’s become such a signature now XD. I love it a lot huhu). here is an example with my lovely boy Twine (he is not the main antagonist despite his mischievous posings). also!! slim eyes for devious characters, like twine and shadows (and leaves, unwillingly /lore). the two ogs 💛 with their yellow jack-o-lantern faces. theres a phrase i made up a bit ago: you can’t spell wanderer without jack-o-lantern-faced iterator, can you?

got better with posing over the years but im still struggling with fabric and cloaks </3

Slugcat Styles

now for slugcats, its evolved a different way. rather with two stages, they have a few more. when i first discovered rainworld, i had a very simple way of drawing. u heads and 3 fingers and toes, aswell with really odd aggressively-digi legs. and then it evolved when i learned “sketching” (blotting down odd shapes with barely any sense of proportion. balls for the elbows, no line of action, eyeing it and getting anatomy wrong lol) and things got really disproportionate. theres more stages, but i made a few complex and simple examples of my style over the years :]!! maybe i put too much effort into it but it was interesting to figure out!!

theres some timeskips in the big timeline one, and some other arts of mine might showcase style changes a bit better, and this is only my digital gallery, but oh well!!! whats done is done until its undone💥 /ghibli movie reference

didn’t do iterators or general effects-and-tidbits-i’ve-learned (shading, rendering, lineart, etc) bc i’ve spent so much time already. so you get SLUGCAT BEAM BLASTED💥💥. all this art ranges from 2019-2024 (the years i’ve been a rainworld fan :])

yes i spent hours analyzing my old and new art just for fun but i think i learned something. thanks for asking this and putting a big smile on my face :]!! have a good day you (and anyone else whos reading this. thx for reading so far and so much💛✨!!)