#I forgot to draw her wings!! Whoops!

[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

Doodles of Wally, Eddie, and Toodaloo! Thank you to @sg-the-mag-by for mentioning aunt toodaloo looked like cruella on my last post!! You are absolutely right, haha!

[guess-i-do-art]

Woopdeedoo time for another AU ‼️

This one I call my WoF Controlled AU. It’s one of my FAVORITES

Remember at the end of Talons of Power when Darkstalker and both Anemone and Stonemover under his control for a second? When I read that scene alarms started going off in my brain and I was like holy shit this has potential

The simplified version of this is that Turtle was able to escape Darkstalker, who decided to thicken the spell he had on Anemone and Stonemover, turning them into his puppets. During the battle of Jade Mountain, he has them use their magic to fight against the IceWings. They have zero control over themselves and do whatever Darkstalker wills them to

The funniest bit is that Darkstalker decides what the two of them do with their powers, so Stonemover uses rocks and basically the entire ass mountain as his weapons because why not

Also he can control lava 😈

Bonus:

Turtle: *enchants a large boulder to attack Stonemover*

Moon: Turtle, no! Drop it! We don’t throw boulders at Sunny’s father!

Stonemover: *uses magic to hurl a boulder at them*

Turtle: OH BUT HE GETS TO THROW BOULDERS AT US-

[flowers-of-io]

Inspired by the tags under this post by @ninerivens <3 I wrote the majority of this fic back in Haunted and kinda forgot about it whoops, hence why I’m posting it at such a random moment.

Read on Ao3

When the H.E.L.M. was being designed, there was one room tucked under its left wing that had a table with two chairs and a coffee machine, and many blinking monitors covering all of the widest wall. It turned out to be a good place to sit and talk when the main area was occupied, or just to and gather thoughts over a cup of awfully bitter coffee, and Zavala liked to watch it transform over the months of use: an Imperial banner looted from the Halpheas Electus strung over the kitchen counter, some spare parts left by Corsairs and gathering dust in the corner, a third chair brought here by an Eliksni technician when they were celebrating Crow’s “rez-day” here, back when things were simpler. Several mugs in significantly differing sizes clutter the cupboard. There is even a bedroll tucked behind the table, one Zavala has found himself sleeping on more than a few times lately. Crow has been talking about bringing more of those, maybe even a bunk bed, maybe some more folding chairs or a clock or a microwave. A Cabal-sized ottoman occupies one corner, next to a pile of blankets.

It is quiet here, now, save for the soft buzz of monitors and Crow’s measured breathing as he slumbers on the bedroll spread out under the opposite wall, curled around Glint like a cat. It must be horrendously late by City standards, but Zavala still holds a cup of fresh coffee, huffing on the surface and feeling hot vapour caress his face. The monitors blink—shifting images of the Leviathan’s rooms from different angles, awfully familiar by now, making his skin crawl all the same. He barely registers the quiet rustle as the door behind him slides open.

“Zavala,” the voice is soft, but he almost spills the coffee with how abruptly he turns around.

“Ca— Empress,” he stumbles, because this is an official space, even with all the mess and his lead scout currently snoring in the corner; but she only gives a weary shake of her head and he settles on, “Caiatl.”

“Could you… spare me a moment?”

“Always,” he moves to give her some room. With how small and cluttered the place is, her arm almost brushes against his shoulder when she comes to stand beside him.

Tension radiates off her, he can see it in how stiff her back is and how she clasps her hands in front of her, knuckles white, in the stained expression on her unhelmeted face. Worry curls in his stomach, but he doesn’t rush her—only watches as she stares at the monitors for a moment, then finally turns her gaze to him.

“The severance ritual,” she begins.

“Are you… alright?” An impulse makes Zavala want to put a hand over hers, but he resists it. Caiatl draws in a breath.

“Ghaul’s… the phantom’s words…”

“They’re lies,” he says immediately.

“They’re my own thoughts.” She looks away, and speaks slowly, as if every word was being pushed through her lips with great effort. “My own doubts. I… I fear putting the lives of my men in the Guardians’ hands. Every time, I’m second-guessing myself when I send them under someone else’s command.”

“That is a reasonable concern to have.”

“I fear I’m not taking something into account and will end up with a knife in my back, just like my father. I’m weighing the Guardians’ motives. The Red Legion razed your City; sometimes I have nightmares about my armada burning, a fair vengeance for that war.”

Zavala watches her wring her fingers, rings clicking against each other. Her hands must be warm, even in the coolness of the H.E.L.M., and they are soft and wide and safe, and he is trying not to think about this now but cannot help himself.

“Some time ago you said, ‘trust is still being built’.” He looks to her face half-turned away, blue streaks on her profile flickering in sync with the monitors. There is no accusation in his tone as he continues, “Are you worried I will betray you?”

“No,” she says this instantly, and then frowns, as if considering the words only after she had uttered them. “No, not you. I would lay my life in your hands.”

This is not spoken like a vow or a confession, but Caiatl is looking at him now, and something warm and so very soft coils in his chest without a warning. He puts the mug down.

“I wanted this to be clear between us,” she presses on, “and that what you heard—”

“It doesn’t change anything,” he interrupts, and shakes his head when she opens her mouth to speak. “You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you. We all have fears, but they’re not who we are.”

She sighs, “Zavala…”

“Caiatl.” He moves, because the tension is unbearable, because she keeps looking at him like she wants a way out but can’t find it, because her eyes glow dimly in the darkened room and he couldn’t break their gaze even if he wanted to. His hand touches her forearm and he marvels at the softness of her skin, at the electricity upon contact that has nothing to do with the Light. Caiatl’s shoulders slump, and she reaches back, her fingers brushing the side of his face.

From there it is easy to lean in, his forehead coming to rest against her chestplate and her chin atop his head, and then her arms curl around him, and he breathes in the mixed scent of musk, iron and herbs. They stay like this for a long, wonderfully warm minute; until a soft chuckle escapes Zavala and Caiatl hums at this inquisitively.

“You’d think it would be harder. This,” trapped in the embrace all he can do is shrug unhelpfully, though Caiatl’s gentle nod suggests she understood. “But frankly, I’ve found it quite effortless.”

“Easier than most things lately,” the small scoff she breathes out is almost a laugh. He shifts to look up at her, at her golden eyes and glimmering ring-bands, the long carved tusks casting strange shadows across her face.

Facing the risen Hive. Losing his faith. Falling in love. Losing his son, again, in a whole new and terrifying way, almost losing himself in the process. That moment in the Hangar when he watched Caiatl storm towards Crow and for one horrible second was ready to kill her.

He wants to speak but finds himself choked up.

Caiatl releases him and takes half a step back, though her hands still linger loosely on his shoulders. Her gaze wanders to Crow, curled up in a fetal position on the bedroll, his face smooth and calm under the few strands of hair that fall over it.

“I envy such peace.”

Zavala follows her eyes and for a moment they stay in silence, listening to the Hunter’s measured breaths. He moves slightly, only once, and his arm curls to hold Glint tighter to his chest.

“Sometimes I worry the only peace he ever gets is when he’s sleeping,” Zavala says quietly.

“And you?” She turns back to him, assessing him with her gaze.

“Hmm?”

“Have you been sleeping lately?”

He opens his mouth and stumbles, because it’s hard to lie straight to her face, “…there was a lot of work.”

“I see.”

“I’m fine, Caiatl.”

“If so, why are you making excuses?” She tilts her head, humour twinkling in her eyes. “Another thing I told you was that a true warrior knows when to fight and when to rest. Do not make me doubt your prowess, Commander.”

From his corner of the room Crow gives off a single, definitive snore, and this seals the spell. Caiatl chuckles, a warm and rumbling sound, and Zavala suddenly realises just how heavy his limbs feel—between coffee and the crutch that is Targe’s Light, he really hasn’t been sleeping for days. The Cabal otoman in the corner now looks incredibly appealing.

“Maybe I should heed your advice more often,” he says with a small smile. Caiatl lifts her tusks in amusement.

“You’d better.” The hand ghosting over his shoulder moves to scoop up his palm, and he squeezes her fingers. “See me tomorrow?”

“With pleasure.” A cynical voice in his mind whispers that the rate of crises as of late would have them meet whether they’d like it or not, but he brushes it away. They linger like this for a moment, until Caiatl lets go of his hand and pointedly gestures to Crow with her chin.

“Go rest. It must be late for you.”

She leaves with a smile in her eyes, and the warmth of it settles inside Zavala’s chest somewhere between the lungs, making him breathe deep and easy. He sinks into the otoman, head turned away from the blinking screens that buzz with a pleasant white noise. It is oh so warm, warmer still when he pulls a blanket over himself, and his bones all but melt into the plush as he drifts off. Crow mumbles something in his sleep. The measured footsteps of security frames come from the other room. A sensor beeps, somewhere far enough not to care.

And then there is no sound at all.

[blazesartbloglmao]

There's Nothing She Won't Burn

i got annoyed that the shawl i was trying to knit wasnt making any sense so i started drawing instead to cope lmao. ended up with this and listening to The Stranger At My Door by Brandi Carlile wayyyyy too many times. i have it memorized now, whoops.

anyways, little blaze drawing with gaylia in the background. i wanted to try a new angle and see if i could make her wings look a bit better, which i think i succeeded at. did learn in the course of making this that i no longer know how to draw fire though! in old profile pictures, i used to have blaze (because she used to be on the profile picture) breathing fire but that phased out around 2018 or 2019 i think. now im fumbling to remember and trying to make use of fancy csp brushes skdfjb

hopefully, whatever the hell this amalgamation of chalk and crayon scribbles is suffices. there also will be a speedpaint to this but i'll update this post when it comes out.

hope you enjoy! :)

EDIT 10/28/24: completely forgot to post the link to the speedpaint lmao, enjoy

[rmegars]

completed on 8/5/2023

character's name is Yuánshǔ (yuanshu's fine) (I don't use the tone mark things out of laziness sometimes lmao)

additional info about her and the drawing below

so this was painful lmao

so basically I was working on a request for a friend whose character is best described as if the wing gundam zero from endless waltz and shiny darkrai had a baby but then I sat there and realized something

"oh" "I can't draw gundam for shit dude"

which is fine and dandy so I decided to just take a break and try drawing something else which leads to an OC I've had on my mind way too much and I sat there like

"hey! she's just an anthropomorphic fox" "how hard can this be?"

then art block fucking killed me and it deadass felt like I forgot how to draw

whoops!!!!!!

but I managed to drag this out after mentally shaking myself in a VC with friends and erasing and redrawing shit fifty different times needed to remind myself that it did not have to be good it just had to be SOMETHING

and now here we are

yuanshu is a fox spirit, aka a kitsune or a huli jing (they're basically the same thing) she was created to protect a dying kingdom on the lunar plane, but then some events happened that led to her being instated as the kingdom's new ruler some of those events that led up to that moment costed her ability to feel emotion / sentiment. she essentially slowly removed aspects of herself that were deemed "impure" by the previous ruler, and over the years and eventually centuries, she became an embodiment of her desire / duty to protect her people. however, to some, she was seen as no more than a weapon or a machine.

or, well, that's how it was in the past. things got better when she met someone, but then things got way worse at some point, leading to her "death" and banishment into oblivion. in this image, this is where nothing went to shit yet

yuánshǔ is heavily based off of junko from touhou project, especially my variant / AU of her for a friend's RP setting. much of yuan shu's current personality and background is pulled from this alternate version of junko, as seen here.

anyone off of twitter or on discord likely saw this character before, as seen in a comic I haven't posted here (yet)

I mostly wound up making yuánshǔ cuz I felt like I was horribly butchering taaran (ponzoan, actually) junko's character lmao I was probably the only person who cared and people have said that I did fine, but. still

like yeah it's an AU, things should be different, but if you make things too different you can't really recognize the fact that the alternate version of this specific character is still supposed to depict this specific character so at that point it felt less like an alternate version of junko and more like. a new character parading around in a junko skin suit. and a white dress. so, yeah, I sat there like "well might as well make her an oc now" except since this is a rp setting, having junko suddenly use a new name and be a whole ass actual furry would be. awkward. and inconsistent.

then again I don't think anyone would've cared about that either lmao it's mostly just me maybe I'm just too prissy about it lmao

(junko isn't the only one I fucked up btw, there's also kaguya and hecatia. maybe someone else too) (so I'll. probably be making characters based off of them too)

[xellandria]

Oc Ask Meme!!

7,26 and B for Alexander

(https://www.tumblr.com/xellandria/725141210645315584/uncommon-questions-for-ocs-and-their-creators for ease of access)

oh no this post is going to contain art from twenty years ago, run for the hills! Also this got long lmao whoops

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling? For a long time, Alex had a heart-shaped pendant necklace that belonged to his first love. They were in that "this person can do no wrong" puppy-love stage of infatuation that a lot of early relationships (especially between young people) get when she was murdered and he was forced to flee because he was accused of killing both Mephala (framed) and the town's sheriff/top law enforcement guy (valid, sort of). It was the only possession of hers he had to remind him of her, and the memories associated with it were intensely mixed (a: her, but also b: murder), and after Mephala's fridging he carried it with him for a long time (somewhere between 20-200 years, depending on how my timeline for other events that aren't set in stone yet end up shaking out).

Do you know that thing that you do sometimes when you're really depressed and feeling self-flagellating where you already feel bad, so you intentionally start thinking about a Bad Thing that happened so your life can suck extra hard? And how obviously thinking about it makes you feel worse, but there's a weird undercurrent of pleasure and satisfaction at the ability to hurt yourself like that? It's weird to think of him like this because in the "present day" he's a very happy-go-lucky kinda guy like 97% of the time, but there was definitely a period in his past where he was that kind of angsty, moody teen.

And then, fourteen pages into the comic, the doofus accidentally left it behind on a bar countertop while escaping from some bounty hunters :V

28. What is their preferred mode of transportation? Alex is a big fan of the persistence predator's famous "walk 'em to death" strategy! So are a lot of my characters, I'm realizing (because other methods of transport like wagons and cars and bicycles and scooters and such suck to draw I guess, lmao). I think Alex would be an indifferent equestrian; competent enough to stay on the horse (once he learned, which I'm not sure when he would have done), but very much a sack in the saddle. While he can fly, he prefers not to because he haaaaaaaaaates his wings; there ARE humanoid creatures with wings on Meir, but a lot of them don't interface well with most of society and have a bit of a Reputation, so there's a bit of a stigma there, and people tend to stare. Alex doesn't mind being the center of attention, but he definitely prefers it to be for the things he's doing, not the thing he is.

At some point recently I said (probably on twitter) that I'd only drawn him with his wings three times: once for a "sexy" wallpaper, once for a NaNoMangO pregame meme, and once just recently for the ref sheet I posted a couple weeks ago. While I was going through First Target again for this ask just now I realized it's actually been four: his wings came out when he was fighting Viktor (which, now that I've remembered, made me go "oh yeah, that was important cos people witnessed that he wasn't human which made them go after him extra hard," it's funny the kind of details you forget after twenty years, rofl)

Edit: FIVE times, actually: I forgot I did one of those "what's your god tier" memes in the height of my Homestuckdom and he got Thief of Life.

B) What inspired you to create them? In seventh and eighth grade, in the late 90s, my friends and I were all role playing on various portions of Yahoo!'s social outlets, both in their chatrooms (Aenye, aka Ayenee aka A&E aka the Arts & Entertainment section) and on their groups (okay in fairness that was mostly just me, I don't think my RL friends indulged in that bit). I "GMed" a lot of stuff for my friends in the chats, and we had a fairly expansive storyline going, but a lot of it was pulled from things we were invested in at the time and a lot of characters were straight up just whichever media characters we were crushing on at the time, sometimes with the barcodes sanded off and sometimes not. One of the characters I "mained" at the time, both in RP with my RL friends and in various RP groups (which were mostly mixed-anime isekai-style things or directly based in the world of the anime/manga Slayers), was Xellandria Butadientium.

Xellandria Butadientium, Xella for short, was heavily, heavily, heavily based on Xelloss Metallium from Slayers, a smiling "trickster priest" with a deliciously malicious side and very obscure motivations. She was in competition with every other Mary Sue OC in those groups for Xelloss' attentions, though even at the time I (and she) was less interested in romance and sex than in just Being There and I dipped out of several groups once whoever was playing Xelloss there indicated their interest in eRPing (I was like, fourteenish and assumed I would care less/more when I got older. That, uh, never happened :Y)

When we moved on from Yahoo onto our own private forums I started redesigning some characters to be less obviously derivative and wholesale replacing others, and Xella was one of the ones hit with a redesign. She kept some of the things that had become "iconic" to her by then, but I tried to move away from the rest.

The problem here was that there were five main characters in The Bloodraven Chronicles, and only three of us bay area girls RPing; I was responsible for three of the five. One was Xella, one was James (another character who started his life being based off Xelloss, at least visually), and the other was straight up just Xelloss. That wouldn't do if we were making this an original story, which we all* had it in our heads at the time to do (because that was Just What You Did, we were formulating Aslua Studios who were going to Make It Big doing Things related to this story!). So, as Xella was originally a genderbent version of Xelloss who eventually evolved into her own thing, I figured I would just do it again, but in reverse!

Thus, alleX, who evolved over the next couple months into Alex, and whose design was finalized in September of 2001, just in time for me to be noodling around with the idea of starting a webcomic, which I would start posting to KeenSpace in November of that year.

Alex's personality takes a lot of inspiration from those old Xelloss roleplayers, though it leans into the more "human" versions, where he was less inscrutable and more just kind of silly. Nowadays he's pretty happy-go-lucky, which you would not know from anything in this long-ass post, l m a o

Anyway to cap it off, have a bonus visual chart of all this, from one of those "1 like = 1 answer" things on twitter about his D&D AU version:

(* I am reasonably sure, in retrospect, that my friends were just going along with my own desire to Make It Big (With Art) and that they had no real stake in it. In fairness, this was the correct decision/response on their part, but you know.)

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

Hehe more Chikao and Peng shenanigans - buuuut this time I might end up doing a Part 2 lol. Whoops.

This also ended up longer on its own than I meant for it to be lol. Whoopsies.

I love them. They're so annoying <3

Anyway not much to say soo enjoy

 How Peng had landed up the designated babysitter for Chikao's “solo” missions, they had no idea.

   Well.  Technically, they were her “mission partner” or whatever.

   But as Peng watched Chikao struggle to climb a wall and completely forget she had powers, Peng felt like babysitter was appropriate.

   “Peeeeeeeeng!” Chikao complained as she glared up at the smooth white walls that blocked her path to the curved roof.

   Peng sighed and rubbed the bridge of their beak as they stamped down irritation. ”What is it now?“ They sighed.

   Chikao grinned with her teeth at them.  ”How do you get over this?“

   Peng rolled their eyes and walked up to the wall with an exasperated sigh. ”Short.“ They commented.  They pretended not to notice the glare Chikao shot their way.  With a golden flash, they unfurled their metal wings, scratched and scraped up by the several recent fights.  They jumped and flapped their wings to land on the roof and dug their talons into the golden rooftop, then turned and looked down at Chikao, who watched them with narrowed eyes.

   ”Okay, but how do I get up there?  I don't have mystical metal wing - oh.“ Chikao's mini glare dropped into realization. 

   ”You forgot about your powers again?“ Peng raised an eyebrow.  They didn't have time for this.  They were already spending way too long here.

   ”Yeah.“ Chikao chuckled.  Peng's feathers ruffled with the wind as Chikao gathered wind and blew herself onto the top of the roof, then grinned at Peng.  Peng rolled their eyes again and turned to look out across the realm.  The golden rooftops shone in the eternal sunlight of the Celestial Realm, pristine and untouched except for where Peng and Chikao stood.  The marble pathways were smooth and pristine, bordered with gold engraved with delicately crafted carvings.  ”What are we here for again?“

   Peng looked at her.  ”You must be joking.“ They said.  Chikao grinned at them in a way that really didn't say either way.  Peng rolled their eyes again and shook their head as they pressed their face into their hand.  ”We're never going to survive this.“ They muttered.

   “What?” Chikao asked.  When Peng looked up, she was hanging off of the rooftop edge and holding onto it with her *feet*, her shoes abandoned at the flat surface on top.

   ”What are you doing?“ Peng hissed as they quickly grabbed the back of Chikao's ”armor“ (honestly, Peng wasn't sure if it even counted as armor) and hauled her back onto the roof.

   ”What?  I was getting a closer look.” Chikao grinned at Peng.

   Peng sighed and scanned the Celestial Realm.  ���We're here for Nezha's spear.“

   ”Oh!  I know where it is!“ Chikao grinned.

   Peng's wings slowly lowered and they let out a deep sigh.  ”And...why, do you know that, Chikao?“ Peng slowly turned their gaze from the shining Celestial Realm to the monkey behind them.

   Chikao blinked at them for a moment, then grinned.  ”This way!“ She declared as she leaped off of the roof to the curved surface of another one, somehow without sliding off.  Peng grumbled and resisted the urge to shout after her.  They didn't need to draw any attention.  They reluctantly grabbed the shoes Chikao had left on the roof and flapped their wings a couple times, then took off after her, careful to fly low to the rooftops and avoid catching the attention of any guards.

   Eventually, Chikao stopped on the edge of a rooftop.  Peng hovered over her and dropped her shoes on her head, then landed beside her and withdrew their wings with a flash.

   ”Hey.“ Chikao grumbled as she shoved her shoes back on.  She pointed to a home marked with three lotuses on the top.  ”Nezha's!“ She grinned.

   Peng sighed.  ”Alright.“ They crouched at the edge of the rooftop and narrowed their eyes.  They scanned the white-and-gold building for any sign of windows or easy entry.  The Celestial Realm must've been allergic to windows or something, though, because not a single building seemed to have windows on them, and Nezha's home was no exception. 

   Before Peng could open their mouth to start outlining, oh, you know, a *plan*, strawberry fur flashed out of the corner of their eye as Chikao jumped down from the roof and into the broad sunlight of the pathway.

   ”Chikao!“ Peng hissed quietly.  Whether Chikao ignored them or couldn't hear them they didn't know, but she continued walking.  She walked right up the stairs, to the front door, and knocked.

   She.  KNOCKED?

   After a long moment (and a couple more enthusiastically rhythmic knocks), the door opened.  Peng couldn't hear anything, but Nezha's expression quickly went from cautious confusion to complete shock, which then shifted into irritation and frustration as he gritted his teeth.  Whatever Nezha was saying, it was obvious he was frustrated with Chikao.

   And for once in Peng's life, they could relate.

   After a moment of conversation Peng couldn't hear, Chikao suddenly raced off with Nezha right behind her.  The door was left wide open.

   Peng sighed and shook their head as they quietly glided off the roof and up to Nezha's doorway.  If nothing else, the little monkey made for a good distraction.

    Peng peered inside to find Nezha's home was nothing like the extravagant towering homes with images created with glistening jewels ingrained in the walls that they'd imagined.

   Nezha's home made Peng wonder if Nezha did anything besides work.

   Maps and to-do lists were strewn on the walls with every inch of desk and tablespace covered in papers.  Some papers were blank or only had a couple ink splotches on them, while others had long paragraphs of words written in fancy letters.  A half-finished ham-and-cheese sandwich lied on the coffee table, and a weapon stand sat against one of the empty walls.  To Nezha's credit, for the mess that was his home, the papers were all organized into their own stacks and generally neat.  Peng shuddered slightly.  So much paperwork.  Invitations to meetings, sign-offs, they couldn't imagine living such a restricted and orderly life, let alone defending that.  They shook their head and stepped inside, and carefully and quietly closed the door behind them.  The flooring and walls were cool and smooth, painted creamy pink and only decorated with a single lotus carpet just within the doorway, and a couple of photos on the wall.  One was of Nezha and Iron Fan presumably in training, where Nezha had the biggest and most genuine smile Peng had ever seen from the prince.  The second was a portrait of Nezha, tired and frowning.  Closer to the Nezha Peng had fought.

   Peng sighed and shook their head.  ”This place is going to give me sensory deprivation.“ They muttered as they stepped past the living room and checked the rooms of the hallway.  They located his bedroom at the end of the hall and stepped inside to see their target on the other side of the bed, which was cloaked in a large lotus blanket that draped off of the sides.

   Peng rolled their eyes as they slipped past and grabbed the cool metal of the golden-headed spear.  ”Does he have anything that's not a lotus?“ They muttered as they swiftly and carefully made their way out of Nezha's home.

   When Peng turned away from the door and looked to the sky, they could only hope the streaks of pink and gold flashing across the sky like lightning was because the Celestial Realm had colorful storms. 

   Peng sighed as they gritted their teeth in annoyance.  ”Alright, little monkey, what did you do?“

[apollos-boyfriend]

I dunno if you've done a post on this, but do you want to explain any of your design choices for hannah/ the origin of her scars?

i don’t think i have! i may have explained her scars in some tags but those are LONG lost so! official icarus’ channah explanation post (under read more bc i think about her SO much)

(channah for reference)

first, the design choices i gave because i Have to have cbedwars be matching at all times or i WILL die:

pointed ears! hannah’s ears are long and point upwards to match the more contemporary fairies/elves. (purpled’s ears are short and point upwards; boomer’s are short and point downwards)

freckles! i think hannah would be out in the sun a lot, so she has the Lightest amounts of freckling around her entire body, but mostly her cheeks. (purpled has white freckles in the same area, while boomer’s are green)

dyed hair! i cannot remember WHY i started giving her pink wisps, but it happened somewhere between may and june of 2022. she dyes them herself, and has been for years now, to the point where most people have never known her without them. (purpled has purple sections in his bangs—those are natural; boomer dyes their side strands green daily to fit in)

turtleneck! this design first appeared in my first Big cbedwars drawing, and i think at some point i genuinely Forgot hannah’s skin didn’t include it. (purpled wears a long-sleeved one that doubles as fingerless gloves; boomer wears a turtleneck sweater)

piercings! hannah has both ears pierced, although i do Not keep them consistent at all between drawings. the only real constant are the two lobe piercings that most people have, everything else i kind of make up on the spot. (purpled has only his left ear pierced; boomer only has his right)

and for non-bedwars designs:

sharp, angled eyes! initially, i wanted to give her and tina the semicircle and semicircle but upside-down duality, but i found the upside-down semicircles didn’t fit her in any instance outside of eggpire!hannah. so i compromised, keeping her lashes to only her lower waterline and using more angled edges (that you can’t actually see in that drawing rip) to keep that sharp edge to her

her hairstyle is meant to match more closely to cc!hannah’s signature wisps! i also felt as if someone who’s used to the battlefield and acting on her feet wouldn’t want her hair flying all over the place all the time, so i put it up into a side braid. not only does it help to keep it out of her eyes, it’s harder to grab onto mid-battle than a ponytail, giving her additional protection.

a singular rose! i got tired of drawing her flower crown all the time. consequently, i got tired of drawing her arm roses all the time, to the point where i Forgot she even had them in the first place. whoops.

lipstick! i first drew her lips with bright-red lipstick for my pride month tinarose drawing, and i’m still kind of obsessed with that piece. i just think the princess peach-type circular lips suit her really well :]

as for her scars! hannah has died by heat/fire twice: once when she lost her wings, and another when she was pushed into lava during the final egg stream. i personally choose to believe the wing incident was a canon death, and therefore, she could’ve gotten her scars from it, much like tubbo got his from the fireworks, but i’ve also made them work if we strictly want to stick to canon. i think hannah either died before she was fully submerged or was never fully submerged in the first place, having tried to fight back and claw her way out, leaving only half of her body scarred. since that one IS an in-universe canon death, the scars carried over when she respawned.

[elalalune]

Redesigned some ocs :D

The taller one is Tanwyn and the one with green hair is named Nora.

Nora

- used to have an imaginary friend that looked like a moth and called him Winnie

- they were inseparable until she grew up and forgot about him

she and Winnie liked to pretend that they were camping in her backyard. When she was around 8 years old, they tried to make a little bonfire with some real fire to match the small tent and log seats that her parents put up. It was in the middle of the night so both her parents were sleeping when she went into the kitchen. She found the matchbox and tried to light one of the sticks out of curiosity, as she hadn't had the opportunity to use one before. Winnie came up behind her to see if she had the things they needed but his voice startled her, causing her to drop the match stick. It fell on one of the kitchen towels, spreading the fire and burning down most of the house. She and her dad survived but her mom passed away from smoke inhalation. Her dad tried his best to raise her on his own but she couldn't stop blaming herself. After this incident she couldn't bring herself to look at Winnie and she slowly stopped being able to see him

Tanwyn/Winnie

- a young sylph that ended up befriending Nora and is 1 year younger than her

- was very shy about showing his face so always wore a moth mask whenever he met her

he was heartbroken when Nora stopped acknowledging him. His parents and siblings never paid attention to him so the only one that used to talk to him was Nora. His actual personality was a lot more cold and ruthless but when played with Nora, it felt a lot easier to let his walls down and be happy. After 2 decades, he shows himself again to her

- based his design off a poodle moth

Here's some of my old art that I mishmashed into creating Tanwyn and Nora. As you can see, baby Ela didn't believe in drawing eyebrows 😔😔 The moth and the pink haired elf (his name was Matthias) used to be two different ocs but I combined their character designs and personalities into Tanwyn. Tanwyn uses his wings as a cloak bc it's big and fluffy enough to keep him warm. The fluff on his shoulders and chest is just a normal fur scarf to keep in the moth theme with how it resembles a moth's thorax. Nora I kept mostly the same, atleast for her childhood personality but I sprinkled in some trauma to make both of them suffer haha whoops :D I changed her hairstyle too.

[winteringart]

Angel with a shotgun, fight until the war’s done./I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back!

-

Whoops, forgot to post her here! Also, yes, I know the wings are a Linda/Mae!Supergirl thing but consider this— they’re sick as fuck and fun to draw. I need to draw more costumes.

Image ID: A copic marker illustration of Kara Zor-el, a muscular blonde young woman wearing a blue t shirt over a red skirt and leaning on one arm as she sits. Orange fiery wings flare out behind her across a brown sky and the whole image is tinted with warm colors. She wears a black collar necklace and has the lyrics I am not afraid to keep on living/I am not afraid to walk this world alone from Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance tattooed on the top of each of her arms respectively. Her eyes are red. The entire image is oriented horizontally.

[sir-wacco]

( repost since tumblr wasn’t showing the original post on tags )

lydia w bird wings ! i’m probably gonna draw more of the bj cast with wings later, so stay tuned for that ;-)

i’m not gonna mention what bird i modelled her wings after because i forgot that the name of it would be considered inappropriate by tumblr. whoops

[chaoticacecryptid]

tagged by: @archervale and @picnokinesis (YOU ALLUDED ME FOR NOW DSFHDFS)

rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

I honestly forgot I actually created things this year fgdjhfdshj - a lot of it tho is gonna be linked to my other blogs bc I don’t really post stuff here x’D

@ironxkid - sO, I made this rp blog a few weeks ago, but I honestly really love it!! it’s an mcu oc of mine that I’ve had for about four years now, and it’s the first time I’ve really... done much of anything with her publically sdfhdsfh - albeit a lot is different from her actual canon just to make her more rp friendly, but!! she’s my favorite oc and one day I will actually publish fics with her bc I have written a lot for her 

Glowworm - okay, so this is linked to my Wings of Fire sideblog that I’ve,,, dropped (whoops fdghjsdfh), but!! I’m super proud with how it turned out!! dragons are hard man sdfgjhd

Apples - this is also a link to a different blog of mine, but this one for Warriors! I participated in ArtFight this year (which I,,, completely forgot about until now dfsjhsdfh), and this was one of my entries!! I have never drawn so many apples before I don’t know if I want to ever again dgshjsd

Maria Hill playlist - yEAH so I made a Maria Hill playlist!! I was briefly rping her on a mcu discord server (I had to drop it tho - I wanna try coming back at some point tho!), so I had to make a playlist to go with her!! bc I love making playlists sdgfjhsdfh

Leafstar - another link to my murder cat blog, and I really like how it came out!!

Animal Crossing sona - and yet another link to my murder cat blog (I post a lot of art there what can I say sghjsfh), but this time for a meme thing!! I was basically assigned what my ac sona would be and tada!! I’m a normal deer that says yeehaw fdshsdf

it should be different - oKAY so technically not this year, but!! I did edit a tad bit this year so I’m gonna count it fdsghjdsfh - anyway! it’s basically a fix-it fic for the ending of Endgame, but I,,, honestly don’t know if I’ll ever finish it lmao I do enjoy it! but I just,,, don’t have the drive to finish it atm, but that could change in the future! just be warned it’s not edited-edited (like, there’s probably gonna be a good chunk of errors dfgsjhsdfh), and idk how well characterization is, but I do like it!! also, the image in the doc was made by @archervale! uwu

I know it isn’t 8 things, but I’m drawing a blank sfgjhlsdfhj - I have written a lot more this year regarding Carter, bUT a lot of it is no longer canon to her au and idk if I really wanna share those just yet dfhjdfh

tagging: idk man dghjsdfhj - whoever wants to dot this!

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Survivors of Unfair Choices (11) | FirstOrder!Poe Dameron x Reader

Words: 1659

Warning: Usual SW-verse violence, minor swearing

A/N: I forgot to queue this chapter last week Tuesday, sorry. There’s a lot going on right now and there still maybe a short hiatus, depending how much I’ve caught up with the movie plot-wise.

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You clutched at the ring as Maz’s castle collapsed, the ships of the First Order drawing near. Your heart beat rapidly as you immediately started looking for Finn and Rey, checking to see if they were okay. Finn calls out to you, pushing through the debris with Han, Chewie, and Maz.

“Where’s Rey?” you both asked at the same time.

BB-8 beeped, saying that BB-9 followed her outside. You look around as stormtroopers begin to close in on the ruins of Maz’s castle then up at the sky where a menacing bright red fire glared down at the planet. You gripped your blaster and turned to the group. Han and Chewie were bracing themselves to jump into the fight.

“Come on, Chewie!” Han said.

Maz looked at you and Finn. “Rey and BB-8 need you. Now go!” she urged.

“But I don’t have a weapon. I lost my blaster-” Finn panicked.

Maz grabbed his wrist and that was when you realized what he was holding. Your eyes widened.

“Where did you get that?” you asked her.

“Long story. I’ve kept it locked up for many years. Take it, Finn,” she said, holding his hand up.

Finn looked at her in disbelief before turning the saber on. You couldn’t help but let out a breath in awe in seeing one up close for the first time. You stepped back to observe Finn, the way he held the saber with ease and from his expression, he was just as surprised as you. Meanwhile, Han and Chewie began to dodge incoming shots as they took down the surrounding stormtroopers.

Finn turned and saw two stormtroopers approaching, using that as an opportunity to test his prowess with his newly acquired weapon. You looked down at Maz again.

“What about you?” you asked.

“I’ll be fine. Go before Finn trips over something while holding that saber,” she urged.

You turned to the direction Finn ran to, seeing him face a stormtrooper with a mace. Finn was able to hold his own until he got knocked down. The stormtrooper raised their mace, but you were able to reach there in time and blast him. Finn whipped his head around and saw your outstretched hand. He grabbed it and hoisted himself up.

“Lets go,” you said to him, holding your blaster up. He nodded, a set determined look taking over his face. You may not have known him that long, but a swell of pride filled you when you saw it. This was Finn, not FN-2187.

“I don’t think they’ll let you do that!” Han shouted as he ran over, blasts following him.

Ten stormtroopers suddenly surround the four of you. BB-8 began to beep rapidly, too fast for you to translate as you all surrendered your weapons. One stormtrooper reported in their capture before having the others herd all of you towards a transport. BB-8 continued to beep, irritating one of the stormtroopers and prompting a kick from them.

“Hey, watch it!” you snapped.

The stormtrooper lifted their blaster higher at you so you would shut up. But you had tried to open your mouth again for a retort when you heard it. A familiar roaring rippling across the lake. You turned to the other three whose eyes followed the noise. X-Wings and Resistance spacecrafts appeared and immediately started to fire at the First Order ships.

“It’s the Resistance,” Han said, hope surging through all of you.

One particular X-Wing painted in colors similar to BB-8, black and orange, swooped in and shot down the parked Tie-Fighters and stormtroopers The ring around your neck grew warmer and you just knew who was in that X-Wing.

“That’s my flyboy,” you whispered. You looked down at BB-8 as they chirped happily.

The stormtroopers surrounding you were tossed from an explosion, dropping your weapons. Finn stooped down and grabbed the saber while you took your blaster. He looked up at the sky, watching the black X-Wing practically doing loops around the Tie-Fighters while wiping them out.

Finn began to whoop. “Yeah! That’s one helluva pilot!”

“He’s just showing off now,” you chided, hitting Finn’s arm as you moved back into the fray.

The grounded stormtroopers started to scramble, requesting air support and more troops. You dodged the flying debris, firing at any stormtroopers on sight while Finn got used to blocking the blasts with the lightsaber. Han suddenly froze in his spot and you quickly shot down the surrounding stormtroopers before they could shoot him. You followed his line of sight and saw Kyo Ren carrying Rey from the tree line towards a shuttle.

“No, no, no, no… ,” Finn muttered in disbelief before shouting at the top of his lungs, “Rey!”

You began to run after Finn towards the shuttle, mostly to protect him as you knew there wasn’t much the two of you could do now as it began to take off along with the other retreating First Order ships. Finn continued to sprint after it, calling out for Rey. He held his head in his hands as he turned to you with panic and desperation. You sighed, grabbing his arm and dragging him back to Han and Chewie.

Finn went with you willingly, but he couldn’t help but turn back to the sky where the shuttle disappeared every few seconds. “You saw that? They took her! She’s gone.”

“Yes, I know, Finn,” you said, “but we can get her back. I know we can. Han?” You saw the former general stand there with a far away look. “Han?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you see them take her?” Finn asked, still frustrated in himself for not saving her.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Han muttered before walking past the two of you without another word, Chewie following his friend close behind.

As the four of you neared a Resistance transport, you saw two round droids conversing next to two familiar figures. Leia stood there, stunned to see her husband again after who knows how long. Han slowly walked towards her. You decided to give them some time to catch up, kneeling down and calling out to the two small droids. Their small heads swivelled to you and they happily rolled over to greet you.

“Commander,” Leia addressed you as she stepped away from Han.

“General, I-”

She held up a hand. “You did good. Lets go, kid. I have something for you.”

You nodded.

-

You were already waiting by the ramp before the Falcon could land in D’Qar. You tapped your foot teasingly at Han, wanting to get out soon. He rolled his eyes, purposely taking his time to lower the ramp, stopping occasionally to make small talk with Chewie. The two BB-units rolled up next to you, having caught up from the last time they saw each other.

“I owe you guys,” Finn said, walking up to you, “You, Commander Dameron, Rey, Han, and even Chewie. But mostly to you and Commander Dameron. I don’t think I’d be able to leave that place by myself.”

“I don’t think either of us would be able to,” you said.

“So, what did happen when Commander Dameron went MIA?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want to know? All the details?”

He narrowed his eyes at your teasing smirk. “On second thought, I don’t need to know that kind of stuff about the commander.”

The ramp finally began to lower and BB-8 zipped past the two of you, searching for his owner. You looked at each other and shrugged before you took off and ran after BB-8, BB-9 hot on your heels. Finn sighed, jogging out to follow.

You see BB-8 roll towards the black X-Wing, a pilot jumping out and taking off his helmet, dark curls falling out. He kneeled and greeted BB-8 warmly, nodding his head as the droid rambled on to him what happened. BB-8 swivelled their head towards you before looking back at their owner. Warm brown eyes met your (Y/e/c) eyes.

You surged forward and ran into his open arms, practically climbing onto his person and constricting around him like a snake. Poe let out a breathless laugh, hugging you back just as hard. You pulled back slightly, only to capture his lips, fingers entangled in his curls as you gave him a taste of what he was missing while he was fighting for the First Order.

“Guys, I said I didn’t need to know that kind of stuff about you,” came Finn’s teasing remark.

Poe pulled away and grinned. You hopped off of him and stepped back, allowing the two to embrace as if they were old friends.

“Commander, you’re alive!” Finn said.

“Just call me Poe, alright? You’re alive, too!”

“Well, I go by Finn now. What happened to you? We were hoping to meet up with you in Jakku.”

“Finn, huh? I like that.” Poe nodded. “What happened? The tracker signal was delayed and I got there just as you guys left. Had to leave my Tie-Fighter in the sand and left that planet with help from a couple of Blarinas.” BB-8 beeped and BB-9 joined in, looking at Poe, then at Finn. “They said you saved them and helped protect (Y/n).”

Finn shook his head. “No, no,” he gave a small smile to you, “(Y/n) did most of the saving, but it wasn’t just us.”

“We got out, Finn,” Poe said happily, placing his hands on his shoulders, “I didn’t think there was anyone else that was willing to, but you stepped up. You’re a good man, Finn.”

Finn looked at the two of you, a range of emotions flashing across his features. He never thought he’d be called a good man, let alone have his own name. Meeting the two of you and Rey was a breath of fresh air, air that he could finally breathe without a mask in the way. He reached out and grabbed his two friends by the arm.

“I need your help.”

-

Taglist:  @megzdoodle @psychoticobsession @thescarletknight2014 @marrypuffsstuff @theoralpha @daniellajocelyn @badwolf-212 @gleigh42 @ella-solei @roserrys

[gelfyerself]

Hey! It’s my mess of a grottan, Megda! (whose wings I forgot to draw-whoops) She’s a thief who lives in the dark forest and swipes things from traders & other travelers. (all of her clothes are stolen, too-stonewood shirt, sifan coat, and spriton for the rest) She also has basically no social skills, and is scared of water. If you want, you can read more about her in my fic, https://archiveofourown.org/works/21238832/chapters/50568518

[novantinuum]

SU fic cover... process

I wanted to do a lil’ write up about my process making the cover art for Crack the Paragon, since this is absolutely the most involved piece of art I’ve ever produced. I’ve spent a month off and on working on this hummer, and at least 50 straight hours, so I’m honestly mega proud with how this came out! As an artist though, I personally find it very valuable seeing other people’s process, their messy WIPs and sketches, all of that... so that’s what I’m gonna do here.

____

So all of this started as a humble little work doodle.

...that got really out of control. Mind you, I totally forgot which way Pink Diamond’s gem faced, apparently. Whoops! Dumb mistakes.

But upon getting home I thought the overall composition of this was a pretty cool idea, so I decided to try and make something out of it.

And thus begins the absolute chaos...

I legit threw the actual sketch photo onto Clip Studio Paint and edited it so the sketch stood out more... and then picked up individual characters and moved them around/resized them as I saw fit. By this point, all of the characters are in their rightful places. (I’m still a derp on that diamond, though. RIP.

And then...

Oh god, the line art on this sucker pretty much killed me off. Line art alone took me a good 30 hours. The one thing I’m very glad I decided to do, however, was making Steven’s shield from transparent circles with the ellipse and fill tool. I don’t think I would’ve survived making a near perfect circle with the vector tools. Artists have limits, after all. XD

And we’re off to the races! I placated my need for color early on by doing flats as I finished each character. I drew all of the line art on one layer, but each character had a separate layer for flats. This made it far easier when I finally got around to shading. (The very last thing I did.) At this point I hadn’t figured out Connie’s sword yet, or Sapphire’s hair. Sapphire is probably the hardest Gem to draw for me. Steven’s shield is done though, which is nice.

There we go! Finally, the diamond’s oriented the right way! Bismuth’s hair is probably my favorite to draw- I love her hhhhhhh! ! !!!

Ah, and here’s where I decided to make things ten times more difficult for myself- by adding background details! I must say though, I’m still very happy with how Lapis’ wings came out here. I love drawing transparent elements, they’re some of my favorite. That’s why I always make Steven’s shield obviously transparent. 

All character line art/flats complete!! Finally said “what the hell” and just gave Steven diamond eyes like my heart told me too. This directly coincided with my decision to include that in the fic, lmao.

These Rose Quartz gems were really tricky and time consuming, geeze. I’m not so insane that I would draw every single one of them by hand, though- so I just drew three different angles and then copy/pasted them around. I did color them all individually, however. I have regrets, folks. My wrist burned that day. Still, I’m happy with the effect so I can’t really complain.

Line art for the background! Also, Sapphire has ice at her feet now. I really want to explore that ability of her more in the fic proper, like as a weapon...

A close up of some unfinished palanquin line art... I heavily referenced canon images, but yes, I drew the actual line art completely freehand. It was hell, but so worth it in the end. Big kudos to the background artists for this ep, honestly... the setting is so beautiful :OO

A close up of this background colored!

We’re almost done!! :DD Just the bottom of the background, and shading! I have bizarrely specific memories of listening to the ep of the SU podcast with Estelle while coloring the moon base scenery, oddly enough.

Aaaaand complete!! Along with the aforementioned bits, I also scattered some diamonds among the artwork.

For some fun random tidbits about how this artwork relates to my fic, both the moon base and palanquin settings have great importance to the overall arc. Jasper is there because I’m giving her the beginnings of a redemption arc. Ruby and Sapphire are separate for the time being, so no Garnet. (Although she is still together at the beginning of my fic- still haven’t quite reached that moment yet.) After he reforms, Steven’s eyes flare pink/with diamond pupils whenever he uses his Gem born ability.

And lastly, a rando detail about the expressions within this piece...

Lapis is glaring at Jasper, but Jasper is peering at Steven. That pretty much sums up both of their characters in this, ahahah. 

[lurkdragonstuff]

Whoops, forgot to post May’s Dragon of the Month!

This is Panther. She went from a gene plan and a name to fully gened, levelled, and lored! Good job, Panther! Her lore is under the cut.

...Also horizontal line breaks aren’t working on Tumblr now, I guess???

She / Her / Hers | Bounty Hunter | The Demon Plover "Oh help, oh help, I've hurt myself and the nearest lair is ten miles away...!"

                                                             *** 

Panther the Demon, they call her. Unless it's her family. Then it's Panther the Plover, and it is said with love and makes her laugh. A young member of the Red-Snout Clan, Panther's red manifested itself in markings that reveal her skeleton, and in magic somewhere between Light and Fire. She joined the hunting tradition of her foremothers, but finds greater thrill hunting bounty than prey. Her favoured trick is something she calls the Plover Ploy, after a bird which fakes an injured wing, only to fly away when stalked, thus protecting its nest: clad in delicate jewels and a delicate disposition, she wanders limping down roads stricken by thieves and marauders, looking for all the world like a particularly easy target. Unlike the plover bird, she doesn't fly away as the target of her ruse draws near. That said, she's gregarious and friendly to most dragons and beastkin, taking after her mother Red in personality with a little of Tom's sense of mischief. She's fond of wordplay and her surly aunt is a frequent straight-dragon against it. Perhaps ironically, she has a weakness for bird eggs.

                                                            *** Original character! She's the daughter of two Raptor Red fandragons.