#I will make a full body sketch sometime soon

[dragonskyheart]

Slime Creature Penny Headshots

So, I drew headshot image of a slime creature Penny! It's a little concept bouncing around my mind that I decided to visualize in art. This is a simply a quickish sketch of the idea!

Started on 8/27/2023

I based the colors of off those little Penny head things in depicted in the antidote!

The story isn't definite, but the way that Penny winds up like this will probably be because of an experiment causing an unexpected transformation. It's somewhat gradual and might have slight body horror involved. (I mean, she's going from a vertebrate mammal to a amorphous boneless slime creature, it's probably gonna involve body horror somehow.) I like the color and lineart color I choose! I think it looks kinda appealing.

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Wingspan

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: Minors denied. Don't want me to write the list of all shameful things I wrote under the cut

Because I've spent whole week with sick 2 years old child, managed to get sick as well and I'm deprived of Azriel because last two months I'm writing only Heal me and as soon as he appeared on scene, this invaded my mind.. Honestly too many reasons to write something silly ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

"Okay, guys. You know why we are here," I started. "At first I'd like to thank you that you voluntarily signed up as subjects for this research."

"We compare our pricks whole life. It's our pleasure that somebody finally took it seriously and wants to write a whole book about it," Cassian teased, laughing hard.

Rhysand was trying really hard to keep a straight face the whole time, but after Cassian's comment he was about to lose it, and Azriel standing in the dark corner rather disappeared in his shadows after this comment.

How did I even get into this situation? Well, I knew how. It all happened because I was a passionate researcher. Too passionate for my own good.

It all started with mated Archeron sisters and Mor who wouldn't stop debating about this thing of a correlation of wingspan with the size of Illyrian male's private parts. It picked up my interest and I searched the entire library to find out more info about it. Utterly failing in the process, there wasn't a single mention. There wasn't even a proper documentation of their wings alone. So I took it upon myself to collect necessary data to confirm or deny truth of this rumour. I briefly mentioned it to Rhys hoping he could help me find enough subjects for the research. Which he did in surprisingly short time. And as if it wasn't enough he and his brothers signed up, too.

"That part I will leave to you. I hope I can count on you to deliver accurate numbers. If you try to cheat I'll have your mates to do it properly," I laughed, but I meant every single word.

"I'm sure Nes would be all for it," Cassian grinned proudly.

"As if Feyre wouldn't," Rhysand lost it. I had to laugh. I was afraid it would turn into something awkward, but with these two it was impossible. They were like kids, turning everything into a funny game.

I met Rhysand under the mountain. He witnessed the moment my ex betrayed me and when Feyre saved us all, he picked up my remains and brought me to Velaris to heal. In the end I decided to stay here. I buried love, lust and everything related to it as deep as possible and focussed on what I liked - research - occasionally helping inner circle.

"At least they certainly won't cheat," I smiled. "This research origins in their concern after all."

The three of us laughed so hard we cried. Only Azriel stayed silent hidden in his corner.

"And who will make sure Azriel doesn't cheat?" Cassian wondered.

"Why should I," Azriel stepped out from his hideaway, lowering a challenging gaze at me.

"I believe Azriel is the last one of three of you to use such dirty tricks to manipulate the results," I said, returning his gaze. "But if he does, I'll personally make sure he delivers true data."

His hazel eyes lit up with mischief and corners of his full lips slightly moved upward in a hardly there smirk. He wasn't so different from his brothers. More serious than these two? Certainly, but he could be playful, too.

"Okay, guys, let's get it done. Who is the first to show off the wingspan?"

This was the part I'd been looking forward the most. Illyrian wings, the most important subject of my research and to be honest, the main reason of this fuss. So sacred that sometimes even their lovers weren't allowed to touch them. Not that I could touch them by any mean. Boys only granted me to take measurements and a close look to make detailed sketches. Totally understandable given how sensitive they were.

All three of them took turns one in a time, helping me when my arms were too short. I took measurements of different parts of their bodies, too, just to be sure I have all I could possibly need to get accurate results. I wrote down numbers into my notebook, already amazed by the results.

"That's all for today. Thank you for your time. When can I expect the other data?"

"You can get them even right now, if you want, but I guess you don't want to see it, do you?" Cassian, always such a tease. I shook my head laughing.

"Would tomorrow morning be a soon enough for you?" Rhysand purred, flashing a smile. "Tonight we're going to have a lot of fun with Feyre."

"It would be perfect," I agreed. The sooner I was done here, the sooner I could go to camps to collect data from volunteers Rhysand had found for me.

Cassian and Rhysand left soon after, but ever-silent Azriel stayed behind.

He seemed to be so flustered and nervous while I was taking his measurements. Cassian was picking on him for that, but Azriel stoically ignored him and held still. It seemed he didn't even breathe. I knew he didn't like to be touched. It was the biggest of the surprises that he voluntarily signed up for this, so I was extra careful with him.

Ever since I met him, he was always very kind and considerate to me. However it took some time until he opened up. It's just few months since we started to hang out more. Not that I wouldn't like him. If I were honest, I would admit that he was very interesting person, I liked him a lot and he was so incredibly handsome. Too handsome to be real.

But that's exactly the way I wasn't suppose to think about him. I'm the type who falls easily and hard, and loves with all her being. That's why I was so devastated last time. Nobody could possibly love somebody like me. I'm unbearable in many ways.

Plus he is too high league for somebody like me. He can have anybody he wants and the line of prospects is long. Elain and Gwyn for example compete for his attention for years. Successfully. There's no way he would think of me that way. I shook my head to get rid of these self harming thoughts.

Turning I smiled at him encouragingly. Azriel cleared his throat, wings rustled behind his back. He did this often when he was nervous or uncomfortable.

"The camps.. are you planning to go there alone?" His deep voice always did this strange thing with my insides. And today was no different. I pushed the feeling aside, to the box of things I shouldn't think about and shut it closed.

"No, I believe last time Rhysand mentioned something about sending an escort. Mor is going with me, too."

"Okay," he nodded. His one word responses the were death of me. It was so hard to keep conversation going.

"Uhm.. So tomorrow? You don't have to hurry if it's inconvenient for you."

"Tomorrow is fine."

"Oh.. So.. uhm.. I'll see you tomorrow." Shadowsinger just nodded looking down at me a little longer than necessary and then finally he turned and left. I let out a long breath.

Next day Rhys came as the first one as soon as I entered my office. I guess he couldn't wait. Cassian stopped by as soon as the training with priestesses was over. I checked their results with their mates during the lunch break just to be sure the numbers are correct.

It was almost evening and Azriel was nowhere to be seen. I packed some of the stuff I needed to take to camps and took a look around. There was nothing else to keep me occupied, so I decided it's time to go home. I was about to open the door when a knock sounded. It was Azriel.

"You came," I greeted him with smile.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner. I was-"

"It's okay," I interrupted him. "You really don't need to apologise. I'm grateful you signed up for this."

He made a small noise and handed me a piece of folded paper. I took it and returned to my desk where I left the notebook with all data.

"Were you going to go home already?" he asked while I unfolded the paper.

"Yeah, you came just in time. One minute later and I would be gone." I looked at the number and froze. No way, this was certainly wrong. I compared it to the other numbers. Definitely wrong.

"Something's wrong?" he stepped closer, peeking down on me.

"What?" I was so immersed in my thoughts I didn't hear him. "Excuse me," I said boldly and reached for his crotch. Just to make things clear, I wasn't completely myself, otherwise I wouldn't dare to even think about doing so. In that very moment I was simply researcher and nothing else.

Azriel sharply inhaled, eyes widened, but he held still, blushing heavily.

"As I thought," I mumbled to myself releasing him. "Sweetheart, you were supposed to measure yourself when you are.. You know.. 'excited'. I really didn't think you would try to sabotage the research," I tried to joke to lighten his embarrassment. "With your .. equipment.. there's no reason for you to lose. I thought you are quite competitive."

He just silently looked to the side while the shadows danced around him as if trying to hide him.

"Or did you want me to help you with it?" I smiled teasingly. His head snapped up, hazel eyes finding mine. "Sit down there," I pointed to an armchair near the window. While he did as I asked him, I took a chair, placing it next to the armchair, facing the other side. I took the notebook, a towel and a tape measure I used the other day, and sat down on the chair.

I looked at him amused. From this angle I could see only his face and shoulders. "Go ahead. I won't look." With that I opened the notebook looking for the page, but he hadn't moved gazing up at me.

I smiled still leafing through pages. "Let me tell you a secret, okay? We have something in common, Az." I leaned closer to him as if it was really a secret I was about to reveal. "When I say I won't look, then I really won't do it." I looked straight into his eyes to make it clear that I meant it. "I can even measure you without seeing it. I don't need to touch you either. All I need is for this measure to touch you. That's all. So take your pants off and let me know when you are ready."

At this moment he was panting heavily, his pupils dilated. "Do you want me to chit chat you through it? Or do you prefer silence?" I added, arching a brow at him when he just sat there gazing. Finally he moved and I heard as his pants slid down. Azriel's gaze darkened, his eyes never leaving mine.

He swallowed, his broad chest heaving. "I'm ready" he rasped, his usually deep voice deepened even more. I'd be lying if I said it didn't effect me. Now it was my turn to blush.

I handed him the towel. "Cover yourself." I stood up slowly to give him enough time. I turned to him placing notebook on a small side table within arm's reach. I gasped when I looked down at him. My heart went crazy, running for marathon and I could only wish he didn't hear it.

Azriel sat in the armchair in full grace as if it was his throne, his bare legs with muscles on right places spread wide, towel crumpled in his fist. He grinned challengingly.

Okay, maybe we have more than one thing in common. I hate losing, too.

My mouth went dry and I was panting as heavily as Azriel. My head emptied. It took me every ounce of self-control to step between his legs, control my trembling hands and measure him. But I did it, I didn't break.

"Much better," I said coolly as I wrote results down. I collected my things, ready to leave.

"You want to leave me like this, Y/N?" Azriel growled lowly.

I made the mistake and looked into his beautiful eyes. I wasn't sure what I'd seen in them, but it dug out all forgotten feelings. As wave of lust washed over me I lost control over myself. I sat down on the armrest, my legs brushing his thigh lightly. I placed hands on his shoulders and leaned in.

"You are right. I should repay you," I whispered inches from him.

For a while Azriel watched me as a starved man. Slowly, very slowly he erased the distance between us, his soft lips colliding with mine. The moan that came out from his throat made me forget whatever happened after that.

When his fingers found a waistband of my pants and started unbuttoning them, it was like a cold shower. I broke the kiss, untangling my fingers from his silky dark strands. Eyes still closed, his lips followed after me. I squeezed his fingers in my hands and he looked up at me. I could see he wasn't pleased that I stopped him, but he didn't try to pressure me.

"This part of me is not on offer," I said calmly sending him a sad smile. There wasn't reason to be mad. It was my fault in the first place, I was the one to provoke him. "For you it might be just another one night stay that you forget all about very next morning, but I'm different." I stood up fixing my clothes. "I take male to bed only when I have feelings for him and vice versa." He frowned, ready to say something. "I'm trying to say.. for me it isn't just sex.. To do it, I need real relationship, real feelings, security.. Lust isn't enough. I'm sorry." I left quickly and he didn't try to stop me this time.

Next day early in the morning I left to collect data at camps. Work helped me to forget about that night, but as soon as I stopped, it all returned. The most scary thing was to return back to Velaris and meet him. So I extended my stay as much as possible.

Four months later I was sitting in a sitting room of River House, chatting with Feyre and Mor by the fireplace after the family dinner. I collected all data to get some presentable results and currently I was half through writing in down. (Just between us, the rumors have proven to be true. Larger wingspan equals bigger you-know-what)

It was few weeks since I returned to Velaris and so far Azriel was avoiding me as much as possible. When we happened to be in the same room, he didn't even acknowledge me, looking the other side. So much for my fear.

Did it hurt? As hell. He was my friend. The feelings he awakened that night also didn't disappear over night, haunting me down every spare minute I had. I pushed them deep down, but it was too late. I'd already fallen for him.

During our stay at camps, Mor found out that something must have happened before we left, but she'd never asked about it. Which I was very grateful for. I wasn't ready to talk about it.

Now she kept peeking somewhere behind me, biting on her lower lip, unusually silent. Something was obviously bothering her. I could ask her straight away, but I decided to give her 5 minutes to see if she would start to talk on her own. It took exactly 3 minutes.

"Uhm, Y/N, tell me. Something happened between you and Az?"

"I may have hurt his male ego. Why?" I replied as casually as possible.

"He keeps eyeing you and I know that look too well. He watched me like that for five centuries, but it's never turned into something so... Desperate?" She turned to Feyre. "What do you think?"

Feyre inconspicuously peeked behind me, too. "Yeah, definitely desperate. And sad. Rhys said that lately he isn't himself. As if something was wrong with him? Maybe bothered him? But he won't talk about it."

Mor nodded. I had the urge to turn around and see for myself, but I resisted.

"What happened?" Mor asked and Feyre leaned closer, eager for details.

"Well, he kind of misunderstood the situation.. and I told him.. that I don't do the one night stay thing.."

"He actually went after you?" Mor beamed lowering her voice.

"Not really. I might have provoked him a bit," I reluctantly admitted.

They giggled like small girls, looking at each other.

"Y/N, believe me when I tell you that you can't provoke him," Mor whispered enthusiastically. "Nobody is able to break him. He is like.. granite."

"There must be something more behind it," Feyre added. "You should go and talk to him."

"You should," Mor agreed. "He looks to be on the verge of total breakdown." She again peeked behind me. "Go. Right. Now."

They both gave me nod, stood up and moved to another chat group. I stayed alone, just like Azriel who sat in an alcove with window behind me. I inhaled deeply, slowly breathing out. I could at least give it a try. Standing up I took my glass and walked to him.

"Hey."

"Hey," he answered lowly. I hardly heard him. His face was as unreadable as usually, but his impossibly beautiful hazel eyes.. Yeah, they were right. He looked to be on verge of breakdown. Even his posture was all wrong. Slumped shoulders, hunched over, wings hanging down. The shadows hoovered around him like embodiment of his current mood.

"Everything alright?"

He nodded looking away. Ouch. He didn't want to talk with me. I probably hurt his ego more than I thought. I was lost for words. Did he expect me to apologise? I certainly wouldn't do that. I had every right to stop him back then.

Oh, male and their ego. Suddenly memories of my ex flooded my mind. And I got mad. Rage was the only emotion that never disappeared completely nor healed.

I turned around, ready to leave before I could take it out on the wrong person. Strong fingers wrapped around my arm, stopping me. They held me gently, but firmly. I looked back at Azriel and all the rage was gone instantly.

"Would you mind to it down with me?"

I couldn't speak, still shocked by the pain in his eyes. Just when I was seated in the alcove, he released me and sat back down, too. Silence stretched between us.

"I meant to say this much sooner," he started slowly. "I'm so sorry for my poor behaviour. I'm so ashamed." My fingers curled into fist, but I didn't dare to interrupt him. "I know you were just joking to make me feel better, to relax. I knew it even back then. I wish I could explain why I did it, but I can't. I was.. dick."

And how big dick. I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself. This was serious situation. But in all seriousness, he broke the records. Nobody had bigger than him.

"I should have covered with towel as you asked me. I shouldn't have stopped you. I shouldn't have kissed you," he whispered the last sentence. "I should even be sorry that I kissed you, but I am not. I wanted it. Really wanted. Still want it. I'm trash." He stood up quickly. I managed to pull him back down before he could run away. My pulse skyrocketed.

Waitwaitwait. Had he just said that he still wanted to kiss me? My rational part demanded answers. I had to solve this question before my reckless heart could come to own conclusion. I didn't need another heartbreak.

I looked deep into his eyes. I looked only for truth and nothing else. "Tell me, Az, why? Why do you still want it?"

He blushed fiercely and tried to look away, but I wouldn't let him. "Please."

"I..love you," he whispered and my heart stopped for second only to start racing at a crazy pace later.

I wasn't sure he really said that. That must be just my imagination, right? I gazed at beautiful, elegant Elain with big doe eyes sitting on the other side of room, laughing with her sisters. Yeah, I imagined it. But when my eyes slid back to him, he was gazing right back, tensed, waiting.

"I'm sorry. I think I misheard," I smiled nervously.

"I said.. I love you," Azriel repeated quietly, but clearly.

A single tear rolled down my cheek. I didn't think. I couldn't. I just surged forward and hugged him. He stiffened for a heartbeat and then his strong arms wrapped around me and held me firmly. Another tear followed the first one and then another, until it turned into an endless stream. I felt a cool touch of his shadows. They hid us from prying eyes. Or so I thought.

World tilted to the side and we were in my office where it all had started.

"More private," Azriel whispered when I released him to take a look around, confused.

I quickly wiped tears away. "Oh." I still wasn't ready to talk. My head was a total mess. Love. Azriel just told me he loved me. And he was still waiting for my answer. But I wasn't currently able to put the words together to make even a simple sentence.

"Do you need water?" he offered, helping me to sit to an armchair, the very same armchair where he.. Nope, I couldn't think about it now. It would be too much.

What was the question? Ah, water.. Did I need it? I nodded anyway and he handed me a glass. I emptied it immediately.

Azriel watched me carefully as if I could explode any second. I was trying to find something to ground me and my eyes fell to the notebook. "Wingspan," I blurted. His brows furrowed. "You have the largest wingspan."

He huffed in amusement. "Do I?" Azriel took a step back, his eyes were sad again.

Maybe I was crazy, but I reached out and pulled him down on me. "I believe I still haven't repaid for your help."

He shook his head. " You don't have to-"

"I want." I cupped his cheeks between my hands. He hesitated searching my face, his body tensed above me.

Azriel slowly leaned down and kissed me. It was nothing like the last kiss driven by lust and desire. This kiss was careful, exploring. I pushed against his shoulder and we exchanged our positions.

Just like the last time, Azriel was sitting in the armchair and I was above him. I made sure there was space between us. I didn't want to provoke him, sex was out of the question yet. He knew it, too, and kept his hands on my waist.

I deepened the kiss and soon enough we both turned into a panting mess. Azriel's moan startled me.

"I'm sorry," he rasped.

I giggled. "You moaned back then, too."

"I can't help it," he smiled. Azriel leaned forward, keeping small space between us. He hid his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply again and again. "Touch them."

I swallowed. "What?"

"You can touch them," he spread his wings wide around us. "I've never allowed anybody to touch them. But now I want you to do so."

I was speechless second time today. Sacred Illyrian wings and he asked me to touch them. This was Illyrian way to say he trusted me. He trusted me even with his life.

I ran my fingers through his soft hair. "You know that.. there will be no sex today nor any time soon.." I hoped it came out as a joke. Truthful, but still joke.

He laughed breathlessly. "I know. That doesn't change the fact I want you to touch them. You said you want to repay me. So please.." He kissed the sensitive spot under my ear.

He got me there. If he only knew what he had called upon himself. I wanted to touch them, badly, but not only because they were his. I wanted it because I was the damn researcher which equals to a monster at times. I longed to feel the texture of the skin, to feel every single bone and muscle in them, everything.

"Are you really sure about this?" My attention was already trained on the beautiful enormous wings around me. This was his last chance to back out of this.

"Absolutely. So put those damn little hands of yours on them already," he rasped, landing another kiss to that sensitive spot.

He didn't need to repeat it again.

I gasped as tips of my fingers traced the soft skin around the bone. It. Was. Perfect. I expected them to be cold and rough to touch. Even though I touched him just lightly, I could feel every single muscle, even the smallest ones. The bone seemed to be so fragile and strong at the same time. Skin was so warm, stretchy and impossibly soft like baby's skin. I mapped every vein running through the membranes, his pulse drumming under my hands. I traced every scarred tissue I found, paying it extra attention.

I was so immersed into exploring his wings that I hadn't noticed what my curiosity did to Azriel until he came under me with a wall shattering roar. I winced, looking down at him.

His head was tilted back, eyes closed tightly. He was trembling and panting, his broad chest heaving heavily. Streams of sweat were running down the column of his exposed neck. His hands were fisting the material of armrests so tightly he almost torn it into shreds.

I couldn't believe I'd missed something so..amazing. Azriel was a piece of art in every possible meaning. My fingers traced the vein that bobbed out on his neck. He shuddered, his eyes slowly opened, looking up at me. Shadowsinger smiled weakly. "Only you can do this to me," his voice was hoarse.

I brushed away a damp strand of hair that fell to his forehead. My heart was beating wildly as I leaned in and kissed him slowly and deeply. His hands embraced me, pulling me closer.

"I love you," I whispered to his mouth.

I wasn't scared anymore. In this very moment I was more confident than ever that I would spend the rest of my life with this perfect male. Because he was mine and I was his.

[writingoddess1125]

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Buggy Paints on his S/O

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• Buggy seems like a fairly artistic person. Naturally due to his interest in performing arts and him having an infinity of doing his own makeup

• This translating to him being a fairly skilled tradional artist as well- Mainly painting. It was something he did if he had spare time and often sold under a Alias to different art vendors or collectors.

• As his S/O however you were both his greatest model and his muse. Him often sketching you to get ideas

• or using the excuse of nude sketches to get you undressed ;3

• He never spoke about this Hobbie to anyone accept you.

• Sometimes Buggy would do light ink sketches on your arm or fingers if you asked or was bored enough. Nothing large or with color

• Till one hot summer day

• It had been by accident really, a lazy day on the ship due to the sudden heat wave that fell over everyone. Buggy had given the crew a day to themselves since it was too dangerous to sail and possibly give people heat strokes.

• So he was in his cabin. Shirt off, in shorts and his hair in a messy bun ontop of his head as he tried to do some basic gestures. You laying on the bed shirtless and only in your favorite underwear trying to stay cool as you red.

• Buggy glanced back at you. He stares at your naked back for a moment watching you read and mindlessly doze off into your own world.

• You snap from your thoughts momentarily as you feel the bed dip. Glancing back you see Buggy staring at you as he ran his hand over your naked back.

• A shiver goes through you as you can't help but blush at his actions.

• "Bugs?" You ask calmly? Him only humming a response as he seemed to make up his mind.

• "Can I paint on your back? I have those skin safe paints" He asked, however already heading over to were he kept some clean brushes and said paints. You chuckling at this

• "Alright but don't make a mess" You hum as you settle into the bed once more

• Buggy returning with the paints as he saddled himself on you. Sitting very lightly on your ass and clearly making himself comforble.

• "Ah no funny business l" You say with a giggle as you feel him getting very comforble.

• "Of course~ I'm a gentleman afterall" He says. This making you both snort a laugh.

• He soon started, a chill going through your body at the cold paint hitting your skin but soothed by the almost ticklish touch of the brush strokes going down your body.

• You glance back only once to see Buggy in full consideration.

• Your book long forgotten as you laid there enjoying the slow and well thought out feeling of brush strokes on skin.

• It was incredibly relaxing for you.

• You didn't know even but eventually you dozed off and fell into a light sleep while Buggy was painting.

• He would gently shake you awake once he was finished and pepper a kiss on your cheek. "It's Done Doll, Wanna see?"

• You stretch and nod softly still trying to shake the sleep from you.

• He helps you up and uses two mirrors so you could see the finished work. Smiling brightly at the beautiful sunflower and butterfly painting that decorated your skin.

• "Oh Bugs its beautiful!" You gush, Smiling brightly at the sight. Half thinking this would be a fantastic tattoo idea!

• "I'm glad you like it my Muse~" He purred out and kissed your naked shoulder. A blush going across your cheeks as you rolled your eyes

• "Pervert, If I didn't know any better I'd say you used this as a way to get touchy~"

• "What if I say thats true?~" He said with a smirk. Rubbing his hands over your unpainted form.

• "Then I'd say you did a damn good job~" You purred out, Buggy Laughing at this as he scooped you up and tossed you back onto the bed. Earning laughs from both of you as he kissed you ravenously.

• The heat effecting both of you in a different way it seemed-

• The next morning you were pissed at the dried paint all over the bed sheets- Which you forced Buggy to clean.

[ebi-noodle-doodles]

Do you have any advice/tutorials on how to make healthily round characters? You do them so well!

Hi I really want to answer this with like my doodles and stuff but I’m out (might reblog the stuff later) but so want to say just use a LOT of references. I got used to not using references most of the time because Ive build a somewhat small mental library in my head but certainly its not absolute or perfect, but If I want to focus on a certain piece I really look for references! OR use the mirror.

My main advice

Build a mental library full or references; Even if the reference you compiled are not the same body type/shape, you soon learn to incorporate them in actually drawing round characters.

You can try building this mental library not just by searching online but ACTUALLY STUDYING ONESELF, by that I mean your body. Try taking videos of yourself and pause on frames that could potentially make a good dynamic reference!

Build a habit of drawing different character bodies. I cant say I’m an expert nor really follow this rule since I lack understanding, really but one of my discovered inspirations before I drew characters like these is the Dungeon Meshi Artist. They draw different shaped characters so well, take inspiration from them!

Pay attention to distribution of fat and muscle. (again I’m not an expert!!!) Pay attention to HEIGHT and WEIGHT of the character. What I usually do is that sometimes I estimate how much torso is going to on or legs so it looks proportionate

I learned that chibi is similar to what Im doing. I guess I learned chibi with round shapes aka bunch of circles and ovals, but irl those are more of chunky sausages(?)

BE CONFIDENT on your SKETCHES. I usually start small in sketching like big canvas/paper small lil “chibi” characters. Practice a pose u like then choose what you want to focus and render on

I feel like I’m saying this more for myself hut fundamentals! fundamentals, fundamentals fun d a ment a l s ! In anatomy, lighting & generally in art is key component to everything really!

Welp might reblog this with some visuals hopefully when I get home! I do think I still need more practice despite all the drawings I made, I feel like it still lacks dynamism that would be appealing at first glance.

if it contributes to anything, I think my coloring also makes the piece “look” soft.

[victorzhuzhakin]

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[weemssapphic]

in my head (series)

Chapter Six: Warm Sapphires

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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words: ~2.6k, ao3 link

chapter-specific warnings: none

chapter summary: With the Rave'N quickly approaching, preparations are in full swing. What will it be - will the two of you dance around your feelings for each other? Or will you finally dance with each other?

Larissa could feel her heartbeat in her throat the entire way to her quarters. She went about her nighttime routine in a daze, thoughts continually drifting back to your evening together. Soon, Larissa found herself standing at the foot of her bed, grinning like a fool at the memory of your little protective streak at dinner. She shook her head lightly, unable to stop the blush rising in her cheeks, and climbed into bed.

Larissa didn’t have to be a mind reader to realize that you’d wanted her to join you in your quarters when you’d gotten back to Nevermore. She could see it in the awkward shuffling of your feet, in your blown pupils, in the way you subtly and subconsciously bit the inside of your cheek. And, oh, how she’d wanted to. 

But something had held Larissa back, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind. A feeling which she tried with all the strength she had within her to push down - a feeling that the sex meant more to her than it did to you. And, more importantly, a feeling that her feelings were taking on a life of their own.

What had started off as a way to blow off steam from her demanding career (with the added bonus of Larissa finding you extremely desirable, of course), had turned into something more. It had turned into something that Larissa couldn’t quite name - didn’t dare name. 

What had once been a throbbing between her legs at the sight of you had morphed into a quickening of her pulse and a fluttering in her tummy. What had once been a burning hunger to see you unravel beneath her had turned into a desire for your bright smile to be directed at her, for your hand to warm her own.

Larissa felt frozen in time, wanting to make a move but so hopelessly unsure of herself. She wished she could read your mind, to catch a glimpse of the nature of your own feelings - what an unfair advantage you had. Could you see the parts of herself that Larissa was trying desperately to hide? Did you already know of her feelings, simply choosing not to say anything to spare her dignity?

Larissa was unable to stop her mind from racing, her thoughts circling in an endless loop until, sometime shortly before dawn, her body finally won and she fell into a fitful sleep.

~~~

Marilyn stood outside your classroom door with a binder tucked under her arm, greeting your kids as they filtered out of your classroom. When the stream of students had dissipated, she entered the room and strode over to your desk with a bright smile.

“Principal Weems told me you’d be helping me with the Rave’N?” The redhead was practically vibrating with excitement and you bit back the grin spreading across your own face.

“Y/N L/N, at your service,” you teased, giving her a salute.

“Do you have a minute to go over some details?”

You nodded and Marilyn pulled a chair up to your desk, setting the binder in front of you.

“So what’s the theme?” you asked as Marilyn began to rifle through the papers.

“Climate crisis meets extinction event.” She grinned and you shot her a quizzical glance, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t be so skeptical - it’ll be fun! Let me show you what I have so far.”

Marilyn took you through her ideas for the dance - music, food and drinks, decorations - all outlined meticulously in separate sections with colorful sample sketches and detailed descriptions.

She asked for your input on different ideas she’d come up with and the two of you spent the afternoon settling on the specifics. Minutes turned into hours but by the end of your meeting, you were happy with the outcome - hopefully Larissa would be just as pleased, you thought. 

Marilyn stood to leave. “I’ll set up a meeting later this week with Principal Weems to present her with the final plans.” For a moment, she seemed worried, shifting from foot to foot and biting her lip. “We still need her seal of approval.”

You stood as well, placing your hand on her arm in a soothing gesture. “Don’t worry so much. I’m sure she’ll love it.” 

Marilyn smiled hesitantly. “I hope you’re right.”

“I know Larissa, I’m pretty sure she’s just thrilled she doesn’t have this on her plate as well.”

“If you say so.” A knowing smirk crossed Marilyn’s face and, for a moment, you wondered if what you’d said could somehow be misinterpreted. You shook the thoughts from your head as Marilyn pulled you into a quick hug and bid you farewell.

~~~

Later that week you found yourself in Larissa’s office, sitting across from her at her desk with Marilyn by your side. The redhead took the lead, energetically presenting your plans to the principal while you tried your hardest to focus on what was being said - though focus, apparently, did not come easy to you whenever Larissa was around.

“And you’ve already booked the DJ?” Larissa’s eyes flicked between you and Marilyn, though her gaze lingered on your own for a brief moment. A lovely blush colored her face, so faint you would’ve missed it if you didn’t know Larissa as well as you did.

“Yes, of course,” Marilyn nodded emphatically, smiling smugly at Larissa’s praise. If she noticed the blush, she chose not to comment.

“Well, consider me impressed, Ms. Thornhill, Ms. Y/L/N. You seem to have everything under control.” Larissa slid a paper across the desk listing the names of a few other faculty members. “I hope you don’t mind, I thought you might use some extra help - I’ve taken the liberty of enlisting a few more volunteers for the set-up before the Rave’N.”

“Oh! Thank you - you didn’t have to do that,” you said, reaching out for the paper. Your fingertips brushed against hers and you glanced up at her shyly, your cheeks slowly turning crimson at the dazzling smile she gave you in return. You quickly dropped your gaze to scan the list, pointedly avoiding Larissa’s eyes.

What you completely missed as you stared fixedly down at the paper was the way Larissa’s gaze softened as she caught your blush, and the way Marilyn glanced between the two of you as if watching a tennis match. 

Finally, Marilyn cleared her throat, and both your face and Larissa’s face snapped up to look at her at in perfect time. “If the two of you are done…” she raised an eyebrow and your face burned even brighter. “I should get going, I have a lesson to prepare. Thank you for your time, Principal Weems, I appreciate your support!” She plucked the paper from your hands, tucking it into her binder and rising from her chair. 

You glanced at Larissa whose expression was unreadable as she fixed her gaze on your colleague.

“Thank you, Ms. Thornhill. I can’t wait to see how everything comes together.” Larissa smiled, her voice every ounce the professional she was, avoiding your eyes as she spoke with Marilyn.

The other woman began to walk towards the door. “Y/N, are you coming?”

You fidgeted in your chair, taking just a bit longer to answer than was appropriate. “Uh, yeah, I’m coming.” You offered Larissa a shy smile. “I’ll see you later.” Larissa simply nodded, mirroring your own smile and watching as you stood and followed Marilyn out of the office.

~~~

With the Rave’N quickly approaching, the decoration of Nevermore’s great hall had begun. Some of the other volunteer teachers were carrying in small, round tables and silver, straight-backed chairs, putting them into position as per the chart Marilyn had, of course, created for them.

You took to setting up the long buffet table at the far end of the room and Marilyn sidled up next to you to supervise.

“You know I always wished my high school prom had been more extravagant,” Marilyn sighed wistfully. “I guess this is my way of giving these kids what I wish I’d had. With some extra Outcast flair, of course.”

You smiled ruefully. “I didn’t have the best time at my own Rave’N either…”

“What was your Rave’N like?”

“Horrible,” you chuckled darkly. “My girlfriend broke up with me a whole two days beforehand. We got into a huge fight and… I don't know. I didn’t want to go but my roommate forced me to - something about life going on? Anyway, it was awful, I just kept bumping into my ex and I ended up leaving halfway through.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Marilyn looked regretful, but you simply shrugged. 

“It was a long time ago, I’m not hung up on it or anything. I never liked school dances or big crowds to begin with anyway, so that made it worse, you know?”

“You deserve a do-over.”

You laughed. “What are you suggesting?”

“You should ask Larissa to be your date.”

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest. “Marilyn!” You hissed as your eyes widened in shock, keeping your voice low in fear that another teacher would pass by and hear you. “She’s my boss.”

Marilyn’s returning smirk was almost predatory. “So? That never stopped you from sleeping with her.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head at her statement. “Marilyn!” you screeched, pure panic overriding any sense of subtlety.

The redhead rolled her eyes and snorted. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about, the two of you are about as subtle as a brick.”

“You still don’t have to broadcast it to the whole school! You don’t think anyone else has caught on, do you?” You began to worry your bottom lip between your teeth, ice sluicing through your veins at the thought of your colleagues finding out and losing respect for Larissa, after how hard she worked to keep up her reputation.

Marilyn’s smirk morphed into a kind smile as she noted your genuine fear. “Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone has read into it as much as I have. It’s just… we’re friends, you know? You can’t hide your feelings from me. You do know how Larissa looks at you?”

You froze.

“H-how does she look at me?” You could feel your heartbeat in your throat as you waited for Marilyn to respond.

She grinned, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. “You really can’t tell, can you?” She chuckled. “She looks at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.”

Your pulse quickened as you thought back to the one time you’d read Marilyn’s mind, after coming back to your quarters in the middle of the night. When Larissa had looked out over the quad after the Poe Cup… she couldn’t have been looking at you, could she?

You swallowed thickly as a blush crept up your neck, spreading a lovely pink hue across your cheeks and climbing like ivy up to the tips of your ears. Marilyn’s grin only widened as she clocked the epiphany that had dawned upon you.

“What… what do I do?” Your voice sounded foreign to your own ears - your mind was miles away, replaying every interaction you’d had with the woman in the past weeks and zeroing in on the carefree smiles gracing Larissa’s face whenever you were around, the rosy tint to her cheeks in the moments where you seemed to fluster her with a sweet gesture or a suggestive comment, the increasing tenderness in her kisses and her touches as of late.

Had you really just been that stupid all along, not noticing the signs that were right in front of you? Like when she hadn’t corrected the receptionist at the spa who thought you were a couple? But. But - she’d been adamant to call you a ‘friend’. She’d never made any move to advance your relationship. Your thoughts warred with one another, no clear winner in sight.

Marilyn scoffed. “You get your girl, that’s what you do.”

“But what if I’m reading into things that aren’t there?” You’d be sick at the desperation in your own voice if you weren’t so focused on tamping down all your hopes, afraid of getting your heart stomped on as it had been too often in the past.

“Listen to me, Y/N. You might be… close with Larissa, but I’ve worked here much longer than you have and I’ve seen my fair share. She’s… relaxed a whole lot in the past few months. Not to mention I’ve never seen her blush before - she only seems to do that when you’re around.” Marilyn laughed. “The two of you act like teenagers around each other. It would almost be cute if I didn’t have to spend all day around teenagers as is.” 

The lighthearted gibe made you chuckle in spite of yourself - and it had given you a lot to think about. Perhaps it was time you asked Larissa out - properly.

~~~

The Rave’N had come together quite nicely - seeing Marilyn’s vision slowly unfold with your own eyes and seeing how enthusiastic she was about the whole ordeal flooded you with affection for your friend, even managing to get you a bit excited for the evening.

You finished your final sweep of the great hall, ensuring nothing was out of place, a pleased smile on your face - you couldn’t decide what you liked the most; the ice sculpture centerpieces, jutting out like jagged crystals on each of the little round tables; the fog machines blasting an icy smoke that hung low over the dance floor; the glint of the disco ball in the white and baby blue strobe lights. Probably, though, it was the DJ booth that looked like it was carved out of ice, giving way to a massive ice sculpture of a yeti. Marilyn’s idea, of course.

You still had ample time to get ready for the evening, and for that you were sincerely grateful. You took your time showering and curling your hair, putting on a bit of makeup - just enough to accentuate your features - you wanted to pull out all the stops. You’d managed to find time to do some shopping in Burlington earlier in the week and you were glad for it - the suit you’d opted for accentuated your figure in all the right places, making you look powerful and put-together - a far cry from the anxiety that was seeping into your bones, making them feel like lead under your skin.

After a final once-over in the mirror, your eyes fell to the single red camellia on your desk - courtesy of Marilyn, who’d graciously allowed you to take one from her greenhouse. 

You hadn’t had a chance to formally ask Larissa to accompany you to the Rave’N - she seemed to be having a horribly busy week and every time you’d stopped by to say hello, you worried you were being a bother and your throat had closed before you were able to get the words out. God, you thought. Marilyn was right, I’m behaving like a teenager.

Every step towards the great hall felt as though you were treading through water. You almost lost your nerve several times but your legs somehow carried you forward, until you stood at the entrance to the dance, taking a moment to breathe deeply and smooth your blazer. You stepped over the threshold to the room, where music was blaring and the mingling of the students and select faculty was already in full swing.

There, in all her ethereal glory, stood Larissa Weems - hair perfectly coiffed with even more elaborate loops than usual, soft curves wrapped in a tasteful silver dress that was so very Larissa that it made a grin spread across your face, hands - god those hands - hidden by a pair of elegant white gloves. The picture of glamor and sensuality. Your eyes raked slowly over her form and, as they landed on her face, she turned her head towards you, her eyes widening and her plump red lips parting.

Your brain ceased all function as your breath caught in your throat. The only thing that existed for you in that moment was Larissa. 

Larissa and her warm sapphires, glued to your own.

x

A/N: what do we think?! is reader gonna have the guts to ask Larissa to dance? also I really struggled with this chapter for some reason, I hope it isn't too obvious.

[sassyshoe]

🪻Commissions are open🪻

Hey everyone! This is my first time doing this so please bear with me, hopefully this isn't too complicated. My commissions are open, still working on my price sheet because my first attempt did not look good. So here are the basics↓

I ONLY take cash app at the moment, I know this is inconvenient but when I gain a bigger following I'll try to expand.

I also would like to have a down payment first, ideally half of the price (meaning if your commissions is 20 you'd pay me 10 before and 10 after)

I will not draw NSFW or very complex backgrounds, no animals either (I can do basic animal people like: ears, a tail, and horns, but that's kind of where my skill level ends) I'm sometimes bad at drawing from references of real people so please keep that in mind.

Headshot/Bust~$10

3/4~$15

Full body~$20

Sketch with no lineart or color~$0

Flat colors~$0

Basic shading~$2

Full shading~$5

Basic backgrounds (colors and shapes)~$0

More complex backgrounds~$3

Each additional character in the same drawing+$10

The maximum amount of extra characters is 3↑

I WILL do fanart gladly!

I will do traditional art but it will be priced much higher due to shipping and material costs, as well as the time it takes me to make it.

Once again I only take Cashapp

These prices may go up or down in the future, I may need to do emergency commissions soon so they might go "on sale", I'm willing to workout bargains too (not a guarantee I'll accept it though)

I also have the right to refuse any commissions!

If you guys would please buy or share that would be incredibly helpful. As some of you know I've had a rough last few months and a lot of it has had to do with financial stress 😅 we've had a different bill get shut off almost every week due to my parents poor financial decisions, that's not including the other unimportant subscriptions we have. My parents have used up a lot of the local resources in town so my only option is to do commissions. We have a large family and Christmas is coming up, I was really hoping I'd be able to get things for them but we haven't been able to start buying them yet and it looks like we may not be able to. So if you do buy a commission it will either go to something important like bills, groceries, other necessary expenses, OR Christmas presents 🙏🙏 I know presents aren't important but traditions like these really mean a lot to my family.

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Fanmade Design Process for Obscure Unseen Godzilla Kaiju: Chamelegon

The Godzilla Franchise has had many unused scripts thrown around in its history, but a more recently discovered one, and one on the more obscure side is "Tokyo S.O.S! Godzilla's Suicide Strategy" written by Hiroyasu Yamaura sometime in the late 70s. Detailed in "The Big Book of Japanese Giant Monster Movies: The Lost Films" , you can read a summary of it here. Its not particularly standout-ish, although the concept of Godzilla fighting an invisible monster is interesting. The invisible threat was dubbed "Chamelegon" in the outline, and in boredom, I decided to sketch up a hypothetical design (and also because I'd be the first to do so, to my knowledge) back in 2022. In this post I'll describe the thought process behind the design I'm currently happy with.

Yamaura had actually designed a monster featured in the tokusatsu show Mirrorman in 1971, which he also wrote scripts for in some episodes. The monster in the show shared the same name as the one in the script, and could also turn invisible. I figured if this movie was ever made real, it would need a different design for its monster, and because the Chamelegon in the pitch was only described as a robot with a lure device on its body, I went about doodling some other designs.

I liked the idea of a Godzilla antagonist that only moved around by floating, but given the immense effort needed to use full scale wire works to puppet a suit in the air, and Toho's lowering budget in the late 70s, this wasn't a realistic design choice and so I ultimately didn't decide on it down the line.

I also continued with other design variations, thinking back to some classic tokusatsu robots like Crazygon from Ultraseven and Baranda V from Fireman.

Soon the design was narrowed down into what I think is a good turnout, although I may tweak it in the future should I draw it more. Making it based on a predatory animal that lures things was my ultimate decision, and the colors I'd imagine would look good on plastic toys that would catch the eyes of kids, which well by this point was the Godzilla franchises target audience. +bonus fanmade sfx used from Ultraman and Godzilla franchises

[brynnamonroll]

I am bothering you with questions and statements.

Do you also sketch what you paint?

How often do you paint?

Are there any pieces you've done lately (or in the past) that you're super proud of?

Is it just a hobby, or do you want to make it more than that? (Nothing wrong with either, just curious)

I swear, I'm not actually the Leanansidhe, and I'm not angling to trade your life forces for inspiration.

Any other artistic impetus besides the need to breathe life into pigment?

Oh! Many questions! Yay!

1. These days I do most of my painting in sketchbooks full of watercolor paper. I sketch in colored pencil (sometimes wax-based where you can see the lines through the paint like Marcille, sometimes watercolor pencil where the lines will blend into the painting like Chappell Roan) and ink and paint right on top of the drawing! If I have a big composition I want to treat with care I’ll draw it on a different piece of paper first and then trace it onto a fresh sheet of watercolor paper with a lightbox.

2. Not as often as I’d like! I did a ton of little paintings during the pandemic but I hit a bit of creative block after I quit grad school and my Horrible Job earlier this year. I got through that by taking up crochet, but the Marcille and Chappell Roan paintings I did recently have help unblock the painting dam a bit. I should paint something this week when I have a bit of free time. I’m ordering some books of stock photos so I can copy the poses since Pinterest (where I used to keep all my drawing references) is nigh unusable these days, between the AI and the ads.

3. As an adult, I’ve really mellowed out about my art being perfectly presentable (and as such the quality has improved a lot.) I’m proud of basically anything that escapes my brain and gets to paper, but I’m especially proud of anything I’ve composed with a background. Riding Home (can’t believe that painting is five years old!) is still one of my favorites and I love the response it’s gotten. On here, my piece with the most notes is this Doropetra piece, which… I think that was my first time drawing something queer? Either way I’m quite proud of it and I know it’s made a lot of people happy.

4. It’s strictly a hobby. I’m addicted to being a W-2 employee and knowing where my next paycheck is coming from. If I drew more high-concept things than fandom stuff, I might try entering into local art shows. My friend is involved in the local poetry scene and I can’t imagine my paintings would be poorly received.

5. >:)

6. I have a big binder full of trading card-sized swatches of all my watercolors and notes on their pigment properties. I am incredibly intense about the pigments, fret not. I like to think that my art is a reflection of my education in art history. When I’m not feeling super inspired, I will go to my local museums and see what bits and pieces I can take for my own work. I think I learned more about how to paint from studying art history than from most of my actual art classes over the years. In practice though, I’ve been drawing and painting seriously since I was about 12 because I couldn’t find a better way to express how much I loved Pokémon, and honestly most of my art since then has been fandom related. It helps get some of the inspiration out of me.

And anyone who knows me from my days of cranking out Fire Emblem art knows I love to draw a Pretty Lady in a Nice Dress. (I love being a Pretty Lady in a Nice Dress too, frankly.) I love making new dress designs and incorporating my knowledge of historical fashion into them.

I have a lot of drawings I want to get too soon (I want to draw a full body piece of Marcille and of Chappell Roan’s VMAs look, for one… Maybe Susato Mikotoba Great Ace Attorney too… and I just started playing Baldur’s Gate 3 in earnest and I need to draw those ladies too. And maybe Wyll for fun. I like him.)

[ravenstargames]

✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #3 | 03.31.23

Almost April already, huh? Time does really fly when you are busy. If February promised to be a stressful month for me and the team, March has been hell let loose. Our second trimester has ended as of today and our plan of action is to do as many things as we can during April, as we will hopefully have less workload from our master.

Without further ado—let's see what we managed to do this month!

Fixing sprites has still been one of our priorities. Truth is our master is doing a good job at teaching us how to do things better, and the eyes that once did those sprites are not the same watching them now. One of our bigger struggles is the lack of personal—we are literally four people doing our best with our daily lives while also being in charge of whole departments, and that is a bit crazy sometimes because there's a lot to do. I hope we can hire some help for the full game, because I don't want us all to crunch forever :').

Following the character art train of thought, this month we will also be giving priority to finishing at least one of our key art / promotional art pieces. Raquel is already working on polishing the sketch and we hope we can finish it soon to really start having a solid package of key art to represent us and our game.

Final piece will include bodies attached to heads, mind you. Unless...

Ahá! Remember last month when we said Raquel and I were working on some LiL backgrounds for a master assignment? Well, they are looking pretty good! We got rid of one forest background during the prologue outline process to alleviate some workload, but we seized the opportunity to bring it back! We won't be showing that one yet as we want to finish it and make an individual post for it, but you can have a look at this one instead!

Taking a stroll through Limbo's woods seems like a good idea...

Not too many news from the writing department this month. I'm going full speed with the fixes and editing the demo script like I planned, and I hope to have everything ready next month, but we'll see how things go. The changes to the script are being very beneficial to the general pace of the prologue. We want to get to the juicy part as soon as possible and have as much content of the LIs as we can, right?

The main lore document is still on the works too, but, dare I say it, I'm very happy with it! I'm secretly hoping we can offer the lore book as a physical reward for our future kickstarter, but that's still far away in the future. The artbook is our main priority!

This month we have also focused on something really special and important that sadly we won't be revealing until it's done because, well, it's in the making, and no one wants to see it all ugly and in progress, right? But we are working very hard and are very excited to be able to show it soon! Agh!

Also, our GUI is almost, almost completely finished! Only the title screen is left, so we are leaving you a preview of another screen right below. Our designer is once again doing an impeccable job.

Yep, you'll have a compendium with all the important bits and lore pieces you discover. Only in the full game, though.

It has been an okay-ish month for us. Very stressful because of our master; there's definitely a lot of excitement we have been bottling up as we found ourselves unable to work on LiL like we wanted to. I hope that April, or at least the beginning of it (before the last trimester of our degree starts getting serious and unhinged, which I'm afraid will happen) proves to be productive and enough to at least tie up some loose ends. The team needs a couple of days to rest, but we are ready to get back on track and do as much as we can this next month.

Thank you all so much for your unending support and for your patience, it means the world to us :') 💜 We hope you all are doing alright!

[dirty-bosmer]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @atypicalacademic and @thequeenofthewinter. Thank you kindly, friends ❤️

Shifting focus this week to my Skryim fic, Slither and Writhe. It's much longer than I anticipated, oops. All the comparative anatomy classes have turned me into a necromancer apologist. Is it obvious 😅

Tagging: @atypicalacademic (for the new week, heheh) @gilgamish @justafoxhound @dumpsterhipster @sheirukitriesfandom @skyrim-forever @nuwanders @wispstalk @druidx @goddess-of-sorrow @burningsilence @lucien-lachance @chennnington @thana-topsy @kookaburra1701 @sylvienerevarine @expended-sleeper

“You should have absorbed me in the womb.”

“We’re not twins, Syl.”

“Yeah, but you were there.”

“As an egg.”

Sylawen sighed and kicked the rock down the hillside where it rolled into the silvery, serpentine creek below. The splash it made was only rumor, feeble and far away, and just as soon the forest silence returned to congeal upon her ears. Even with the magelight and Masser in full, the night was such a dreary, swallowing gray, and even with Rillion beside her, she felt terribly alone. He’d been distant ever since the disaster at the party. She couldn’t resent him for it. Had she the option, she’d choose to be a little farther from herself too.

“Am I repulsive?”

“Sometimes.” Rillion shrugged, and Sylawen lashed him with a baleful glare. “What?” he said. “By the eight, Syl. You asked.”

“Well, I didn’t expect you to be so bloody honest.”

“You enjoy gross things, and your experiments are creepy. Necromancy isn’t a subject most people even want to think about, so it shouldn’t be any surprise that people are uncomfortable when your thralls walk into the house uninvited. I’m sorry. It’s just… it’s unnatural.”

“Death isn’t unnatural.

“Okay, but stitching random pieces of dead bodies into some macabre pastiche is.”

“They're not random pieces," Sylawen said pointedly. "They were carefully selected, and no one complains if I stitch flesh back together for a healing spell."

"Syl, please. Don't be dense. It's not the same.'

"You mean you don’t think it’s even remotely interesting?”

Rillion grimaced, shook his head without pause. “No, it freaks me out. It always did.” Sylawen's frown deepened. When Rillion caught it, his eyes flooded with guilt, and she hated how quickly he resorted to carrying it for the both of them when her poor decisions were usually at root. But she always let him. She hated that too. “How about you tell me when you discover a cure for aging," he said with feigned hope. "Maybe then I’ll be intrigued. Just make it into a salve and make it smell pretty and don’t tell me what it’s made from.”

A scoff escaped her. "Tch, immortality is for losers. Everyone and their scamp is after the secret to lasting life.” She tried to force mirth into it, tried to turn it into laughter, tried to unburden the air that had grown so unwieldy between them. She couldn't.

“Then why do you do these things? If not to help people, why?”

“I like creating, Rillion. I want to make something new. It’s that simple.”

“So make art. I’ve seen your sketches. Even the anatomical ones are beautiful. Imagine if you tried drawing something that wasn’t a dissection for once.”

“What I do is art,” she replied, a bit more harshly than intended because no matter how many times she’d explained it before, Rillion still didn’t understand, didn’t want to. “And it breathes. It exists beyond the canvas. It lives.”

Rillion shifted, placing even more space between them. “Okay,” he said. “I guess.”

“It really is a shame you can’t see that.”

“I know. I wish I did.”

With another disgruntled sigh, Sylawen laid herself flat against the grass. The sky above was charcoal black, ripe for burning. She didn't try to tell him again. Only Tazara had understood, and even then she'd left Sylawen. She'd abandoned her, given up on all they'd discovered, on all they'd almost built together. Eventually Rillion slumped down to join her, and they fell into a strained quiet, the torchbugs winking in and out all around them, and she recalled summers when they were younger, catching them in jars, the way Rillion's eyes shined with awe when she explained how the green fire in their bellies was made. Just once, she wished he would look at her that way again. That she could show someone, anyone, her work and see something other than fear reflected back. But she didn't try to explain her studies to Rillion again. She didn't say, we’re all animals when we’re dead. We can’t talk. We can’t tell our stories, but it’s all written there on the body. Muscles made stronger by so much strain. Soft mounds of flesh from kind years and warm meals. The callouses on the fingers of a writer, how they sit differently from those on the palms of a sailor. The wounds we’ve survived. The ones we didn’t.

Rillion cleared his throat. “So… if I died, what part of me would you preserve for your experiments?”

“Your hands,” Sylawen said, reaching for the one nearest her. “So I could hold them when I miss you. “

Rillion smiled weakly, and his face was bronze in the moonlight. She’d remember him like this in the days to come, a ray of warmth when alone in the bleak wastelands of Winterhold. “That’s so disgusting  Syl,” he said, but he didn't let go “I can’t believe we’re related.”

[madman479r]

Hiccelsa NSFW Alphabet

A=Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Both enjoy a good cuddle, talking and may play with the other's sex if they plan on a round 2, Elsa giving him slow strokes while Hiccup rubs her clit. But they each love just being beside one another.

B=Body part (favourite body part of their's or their lover)

Hiccup loves Elsa's legs, just how smooth they are and how long they seemingly go on for, that's why Elsa makes her dresses with leg slits that reach either her hips or mid thigh because she knows they drive Hiccup mad.

Elsa has a hard time picking between Hiccup's chest or hands. Chest because she loves how despite his lanky frame he has a well built chest that also has her name tattooed on it. Also the odd scar here and there tell her how much of a man Hiccup became.

His hands are another part because she loves the feel of his rough, callous hands running against her smooth flesh, sending tingles up her spine. The hands of a viking blacksmith caressing a fair princess. Two worlds that should never meet joining together.

C=Cum (Anything to do with it)

Elsa has lived a life of pristine perfection. Even during her days of isolation, she's always had to look her best and look the role of a princess soon to be queen. So she loves being covered in Hiccup's cum. The thrill of doing something so un-princess-like and self degradation. Besides, with her ice magic it's an easy clean up.

Hiccup ironically is the more clean freak. Having his face be covered in slobber by Toothless countless times, he isn't too keen on leaving Elsa's pussy juices on his face. Quick to clean himself of it.

D=Dirty secret

Elsa likes the idea of Hiccup fucking her like a whore. She's a Queen in the streets, a whore in the sheets.

Before they got together, Hiccup has sketched Elsa and jeked off to said sketches.

E=Experience.

Neither had been in a relationship and when it came to sex, both were clearly inexperienced.

Elsa, despite having more control and confidence with her powers, was worried of losing control during a bout of passion and freezing Hiccup.

Hiccup was just afraid of not meeting Elsa's expectations and leaving her unsatisfied.

Though their first time together put away these feelings, leaving Hiccup unfrozen and Elsa very satisfied.

F=Favourite position.

Elsa loves positions where she surrenders control. Be it mating press (Where an act of love is replaced by wild lust), bent over (Taken like some common whore in a back ally), carry fucked (Imagining her body being showed off to a crowd, her shame for all to witness and loving every minute of it).

Hiccup loves both cowgirl and missionary. Cowgirl because he can watch Elsa riding him, her breasts bouncing with each motion and his hands on her hips and missionary because of the way Elsa's hair is strewn about, looking like an angel as she looks him the eye, gaze full of love and lust as she pants.

G=Goofy (How serious are they)

Both being in positions of authority and needing to be serious, Hiccup and Elsa like to goof around a bit, wanting to make the other laugh and loosen up, but when it comes to making love (not just fucking) they become tender and serious.

H=Hair (How well groomed are they.)

Elsa likes to keep her crotch smooth and bare, even before getting with Hiccup.

Hiccup keeps his trimmed but not completely bare all the time, only shaving when he grows too much hair. He hates hair in his mouth so why would he want the same for Elsa? 😏

Elsa also like to change her regular hair style. Sometimes she lets it down which Hiccup thinks makes her look angelic. In her French braid Hiccup likes to pull it and knows Elsa loves it

I=Intimacy (Romantic aspect)

Hiccup and Elsa know what it's like to be lonely and feel unloved so they each make sure the other knows how much they love them. There's a difference between fucking and making love and both know it.

J=Jack off (Masturbation tendencies)

Elsa didn't explore her body much during her teenage years, still having to endure her uncontrollable bouts of magic and fearing what may happen but Hiccup awoke something in her. Whenever Hiccup is gone for long periods of time, Elsa tries to satisfy her urges but always feels unsatisfied, Hiccup ruined masturbation for her.

As stated before, Hiccup has pleasured himself to his sketches of Elsa but not often seeing as he also has responsibilities. Besides, he's grown use to Elsa's soft flesh and velvety depths, his rough hands aren't a good substitute.

K=Kink (What they're into)

Elsa likes the idea of Exhibitionism or semi Exhibitionism, things like hidden sex or being touched intimatly in public. Feeling Hiccup molest her ass or tits, Hiccup dragging her into a back ally to have sex or getting fucked on the high balcony of her bed chamers, imagining her people looking up and watching her be taken. One of her role play fantasies is Hiccup acting like an invading Viking Chief who takes Elsa as his personal whore and fucks her in front of her subjects as a show of dominance.

Hiccup has a thing for lips and lipstick. Lipstick wasn't a thing on Berk or for Vikings in general, so upon seeing Elsa's crimson coloured lips for the first time, he was sold. He loves the feeling of Elsa kissing his body and leaving various lipstick marks, even on his face though he had forgotten to wipe them off a number of times. He also likes it when Elsa edges him, bringing to near orgasm just to tease him.

L=Location (Where they prefer to do it)

When being romantic and making love, the bedroom.

When fucking, anywhere is game. Elsa has spent enough of her life in her room.

The hallway? Oh you mean the 'The bedroom is too far away and I need you now' spot.

The forge? Oh you mean the 'Hiccup is overworking himself, time to help him relax' spot.

The cove? Oh you mean the 'I wanna fuck under the stars' spot.

The stables? Oh you mean the 'Right from the saucy romance novel' spot.

The back ally? Oh you mean the 'Elsa's kink spot' spot.

M=Motivation (What gets them fired up?)

Elsa seeing Hiccup shirtless. You bet watching Hiccup work in the forge, watching sweat run down his chest and back and watching him pound that metal gets her more heated than the actual forge and wanting to be in the metal's place.

For Hiccup it's two things. One is feeling Elsa kiss his sweet spots like his ears or neck. The other is when Elsa modifies her dresses to show some more skin, be more scanty like or a tad bit transparent, letting Hiccup see the dark spots on her breasts that are her areola and nipples.

N=No (Turn offs, something they won't do.)

Both hate bandage. Hiccup has been tied and chained up his fair share already during his days of fighting the Outcasts, berserkers, hunters and such. Elsa also hates bondage because of the fact that there were specially made cuffs for her made by her parents should her powers become to much of a threat.

During flying. Elsa is strictly a ground only type person and Hiccup has too much respect for Toothless or any other dragon to fuck Elsa while on top of them.

O=Oral (Preference in giving/receiving, skill)

Both like giving and receiving. Watching their lover wither in pleasure with just their mouth and tongue. Elsa likes to take advantage of Hiccup's lip and lipstick kink by kissing his cock and balls, lathering them in lipstick marks. Elsa also likes having Hiccup finish on her face, the bigger, the better.

P=Pace (Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual? How many rounds?)

When love making? Slow and sensual.

When fucking? Rough and fast.

Hiccup tends to have more endurance seeing how he grew up compared to Elsa's sheltered and simple life. There first time together led to three rounds that night.

Q=Quickie (Opinions on quickies and how often)

Neither are opposed to it. They both have stressful jobs and the bedroom is so far away so whats wrong with helping each other get rid of that stress?

R=Risk (Do they like to spice it up?)

When they first started the sexual part of their relationship, Elsa didn't even think about taking things out the bedroom but later on got more bold and convinced/encouraged Hiccup to do more public things.

This happened because Anna had accidentally walked in on them once and once she left (albeit a blushing, stuttering mess) Hiccup looked at Elsa's blushing and trembling form as she hugged her body to his, her face buried in his neck and realised she had cum from being walked in on.

Elsa is the one who tends to initiate these moments, though Hiccup, adrenaline junkie he is, doesn't mind it.

S=Stamina (How long they can last)

Outside of quickies, Hiccup can last a long time and keep going, having gained the stamina over his years of adventures and training. He can leave Elsa a bumbling, drooling mess when he really puts the effort in. (One night Elsa asked for Hiccup to use her, not make love, not fuck her, to use her and at the end all three of her holes were filled.)

T=Toys (what they have/use)

Considering this is in the past before vibrators or such existed, they dont really use toys. Maybe Elsa will make an ice dildo but out of that nothing.

U=Unfair (How much do they tease or like being teased)

Elsa has a body that Hiccup loves and knows it~. She'll ravage his mouth with her own, run her hands under his armour and shirt and grind against him, just to pull away, leaving him with an angry erection to deal with. Knowing that once he gets his hands on her she'll feel amazing and sore in the morning. The more she teases him, the better.

Hiccup likes groping Elsa in public, making her all hot and bothered, with her pussy gushing by the end of the day.

V=Volume (How loud are they)

It's a good thing Elsa's room is the highest tower because she isn't one to keep quiet. She's quiet during more risky sex but other than that she lets others know how good she's feeling. Toothless has gone to Anna's room on several dozen occasions because of this.

W=Wildcard (Random Headcanon)

A secret Elsa will take to her grave. Nothing nefarious or morally wrong, more out of embarrassment but during the first time Hiccup was away from months after they had sex, Elsa tried to burn off some energy by creating ice sculptures. Only Hiccup was on her mind and she made a inanimate ice sculpture of Hiccup... with an erection. But Elsa wasn't that desperate so she got rid of the ice construct... after staring at it for a solid minute

X=X-ray (A look under the clothes)

Elsa doesn't wear underwear. Under her magically made clothes she's completely nude. Before she made her own outfits and dresses, the ones she wore were always tight and stuffy.

Her body is nice and slim with a hourglass chest and ass. C'mon she got that Disney build.

Hiccup has been on many dangerous adventures and has the scars to prove it. Scars from swords, talons, fire and lightning.

While Hiccup is far from the hulking, hairy mass of fat and muscle, he isn't the same twig from when he was a teen. More of a swimmer physique, his time as a dragon rider, running, forge work and sword fighting has shown.

Y=Yearning (how needy are they)

Before they met and had their first time together, Elsa never explore herself sexually, having been more focused on trying to control her magic. But after that night together she couldn't get enough.

Same for Hiccup, she was the complete opposite of what Berk was. She was soft, kind, fair, beautiful. She was like a drink of the Gods and Hiccup wanted every sip he could get.

When they're apart they can't wait to get back to one another and feel each other, spending the night showing how much they missed the other.

Z=Zzz (do they sleep after)

After some bedroom shenanigans, the pair like to doze off together, Elsa being wrapped up in Hiccup's arms and hearing his heartbeat which puts her to sleep and Hiccup likes playing with Elsa's hair, sniffing the pleasant aroma before drifting off to sleep.

[glibribsart]

hello! are commissions open? and if not, if/when they open, where will that announcement be? and if i've not already asked too many questions, what are your prices?

Omg hi!!!

Currently they are not, but I am going to post my commission info very soon!!

I'm going to offer multiple options for my commissions.

The cheapest being sketches (20-37 USD there's an option to add flat colors ), and the highest priced ones being full render digital paintings (120-250 USD)

I'm going to offer options such as simple color and shading (starting at 50 USD, something like that misa and vash portrait I posted).

And there's this one where I can draw a full body illustration for you starting at 70 USD except it's more detailed than the simple color+shading, less detailed than full render, and allows me to have more artistic liberty with the piece. (I figured maybe I need to offer a commission option where I can just have a fun with it because sometimes I feel pressured by MYSELF to make something look good 😔 or have something be accurate to the reference)

These prices can go higher too depending on how complex the character design or background is.

I was actually supposed to make a post about it like a month or so ago, but didn't get to prepare for it 😔 but i have given myself time to create art samples very recently so that I have something to post for it.

Thank you for the enquiry!!

[ellaofoakhill]

BIG LIFE UPDATE!!!

Hello all and sundry! I am happy to announce that, in a few short weeks, I will be leaving my job as a massage therapist, and pursuing a career as a full-time writer and digital artist.

If you've seen and liked my work up on here and my instagram, I have good news: you're going to be seeing a lot more of it! Part of that is because, once I'm doing this full-time, I'll have a lot more time for my own work, but also because, at least for the foreseeable future, I will be taking art commissions, starting now!

I'm in the process of starting up a Patreon, as well as my own independent website where you can look over all of my collected work, but for now this is the main way to help me out, so if you like what I do, and want to support me, this is a great way for you to do that.

My Terms of Service regarding said commissions are below the cut, for anyone who's interested. Please read them before commissioning.

But first, in case anyone wanted to see close-ups of these. Here's one of my oc's, Lanthialdn of Leaning Boughs; you won't meet her (and sometimes him) for a while.

Has anyone else ever wondered what would happen if a dragon and a fasolasuchus got into a scrap? Just me?

A wyvern. That isn't fur or feathers, in case anyone was curious; just scales like a pangolin.

And this guy (girl?) is a bit of fanart, a Behemotherium maxwelli from Biblaridion's Alien Biospheres speculative biology series on youtube. I forgot to include the calculation for something similar on the page above, so I'll throw it in here:

Full Body + Flats + Shading + 2h BG fee = $45 + $12 + $12 + $46 = $115

Anyway, here's the ToS!

Terms of Service

Service Description.

Will Draw: characters, creatures, and light nsfw (i.e. revealing outfits [no nips, no clits, no butts, no nuts], suggestive poses, PDA)

WON'T Draw: porn, graphic violence/gore, hatemongery (racist/sexist/homophobic/transphobic, etc.)

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Characters: Bust $23USD; Waist $34USD; Full Body $45USD

Creatures: Head & Neck $23USD; 'Waist' $34USD; Full Body $45USD

Flat Colours: +$12USD

Shading: +$12USD

Extra Character/Creature: Double above $$$ amounts (each character/creature beyond 2 will be an additional $30USD)

Background: A blank background/simple pattern is free. Complex backgrounds are $23USD per hour of work I spend on them.

Complexity Fees: If you ask me to draw something extremely complicated/time-consuming (an intricate pattern on an outfit, for instance), I will apply a complexity fee of $23USD per hour spent drawing said thing. Again, I will notify you as soon as I think something you commission me for will entail a complexity fee.

Anatomical Drawings: $91USD. Think like a 19th-century naturalist's journal sketches of creatures new to Western science. I will draw a full-body illustration of your creature, along with any 3 of the following: 1 superficial anatomy highlight (your cave monster has some glow-in-the-dark antennae? I draw them specifically [and, as an option, include a short blurb, which you write, talking about them]), skeletal elements (hollow bones? unusual jaws? I draw [you blurb]), muscular elements (powerful digger? unusual tongue?), visceral elements (gas bladder? metal-digesting GI tract?). Anatomical highlights beyond 3 will entail a complexity fee.

-I reserve the right to refuse commission requests for any reason.

-Reference pictures are extremely helpful. Please include some with your commission request. The more specific your commission, the more helpful the pics are. -Each commission includes two revisionary periods: one after the sketch phase, and one when the commission is complete. -major changes can be made during the first period, only minor changes after the second. -3 edits maximum per period (ex. you can ask for 2 posing changes and 1 perspective change) -I will not make the above changes after these periods have passed. -I will send your commission to you upon completion, assuming said commission has been paid for in full, according to our most recent agreement regarding same, in a file form of your choosing (.png, .jpeg, etc.).

Payment.

-all monetary quantities above are in USD. -Payment is through Paypal only. No chargebacks. -Payment is to be made upfront before I will start working on your commission. -If a commission is anticipated to be greater than 200USD, you can make one payment of 100USD upfront, and pay the rest upon completion. If a commission is anticipated to be greater than 500USD, you can make one payment of 200USD upfront, a second upon the beginning of the first revisionary period, and the remainder upon completion of the piece.

-I reserve the right to apply complexity fees if I deem them appropriate. I will notify you if I make this decision, I will stop work on your commission until you reply to said notification, and I will provide you with an invoice detailing the time spent on your project.

Communication Termination. -If I contact you at any point in this process, and receive no reply within 14 days, your commission spot will be forfeit, i.e. I will move on to other work. -I will contact you when this happens. -If I receive no reply after an additional 14 days, any funds you have paid will be considered forfeit.

Illustration Rights. -I retain the rights to use your commission for personal promotion, and as a commission example. -I retain the original .csp image. -Neither you nor I can use your commission to sell merchandise. -You cannot use your commission for purposes including but not limited to: AI training, reselling, relicensing, or NFT usage.

-You may not alter or repurpose your commission without my consent.

[rubykgrant]

Some of my favorite sketchy pictures I've done on lined notebook paper~

Sometimes it helps to draw like this, because there's less pressure to make the picture look perfect, on a brand-new sheet of blank paper... I can just sketch out something like when I was scribbling around during class haha. If something looks good, I will either polish up the sketch as it is, or occasionally trace-over the sketch and finish it on new paper.

From the top, left to right; my own character designs of April O'Neil and Karai from TMNT (a mix of all my favorite versions of them), a design of a fairy/elf creature (my idea if "Puck" was a fantasy species and not just one specific character. I colored this in by blending almost-dry markers and mixing colored pencil shavings with water to make "paint"), the way I imagine the 3 main characters from the book Doll Bones (I like when I can draw characters in profile, and really show they they all have different noses, mouths, chins/jaw-lines, etc), a sequence sketch from my Beetlejuice Sequel story (this is Lydia's daughter- Luna, having her own mis-adventure with Beetlejuice. they're riding a bus in between Limbo areas of the afterlife, and he falls asleep. Luna would rather NOT be crushed by the personification of a hefty bag full of fast-food garbage and decomposing mulch), a cute idea I had about Goku feeling baby Gohan kick for the first time while Chi-Chi was pregnant... followed by him embarrassing soon-to-be-dad Gohan many years later by loudly announcing he knows where babies come from, an idea I had about what the Alpha AI would look like without the program to be similar to a soldier (keep in mind, this isn't Alpha when he first formed, this is Church returning in an entirely new way that he's never experienced before), my Jack and Sally kid Danny (a pumpkin that grew into a little ragdoll body, brought to life with electricity, so the "stem" is his "neck", with his limbs having a similar texture to wood), my actual normal human designs for Gir and Zim (they would regular kids with Dib being the opposing invader. Zim has no idea Dib is an alien, he just hates the new kid and is only good at being annoying), some concept art about my story idea where everybody has a "shoulder angel" and "shoulder demon" that are personified as little chibi characters who help their person with cool anime powers (the angels can sometimes be cruel, while the demons are occasionally more caring. it all depends on the person they are part of. also, they aren't literal angels or demons, it's just ironic imagery), a sketch I did of Moon Stone Eugene (Blugene) and what it might be like if he had long blue hair, and my designs for gijinkas of my Pokemon from Yellow Version (Sparky the Pikachu, Shellshock the Squirtle, Charmer the Charmander, and Bough the Bulbasaur)

[clarktooncrossing]

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK!

For the last twelve years peeps have asked me if I was opened to commissions. I had only offered services like that once, resulting in a weird transformation comic where some dude gets turned into a sexy duck. Hey, guy's gotta pay for pizza somehow, folks. Especially when Pizza Monster keeps stealing mine! At this rate I should stop spending my moola on deep-dish and use it to fortify my home. Luckily I might be able to do so now, thanks to all of you out there! For you see, it was during those twelve years that a few of you kept coming back to my deviantART page to see what crazy new things the Clarktoons and I were up to. Whether it was to see how many characters I could cram into one Sketch BOOM, hear my thoughts regarding Christmas Specials in Giraffe's Eye View, or simply to witness whatever cute crap Bumper was up to, 500 of you weirdos liked whatever I was doing. I couldn't be more grateful to those 500 peeps. I've always said my purpose in life was to make people happy, so knowing I've done so for that many people helps remind me that I'm doing something right. You all are truly the best and there's nothing I could do to express my immense appreciation. Or is there? A few of you may recall my promising something whenever I reached that many followers. While I've been distracted with my recent hacking incident or preparing for the upcoming Holiday seasons, I didn't forget about said promise. At long last, I have opened myself up to commissions! If anybody out there wants me to draw some silly silly, I'm ready to do so [within reason]. Details and prices will be posted in a journal sometime soon, but for now let's get to a commission paid for by my friend @the-pale-servant.

She had paid me to draw a Full Body piece for her Hollow Knight OC, Giolla. I'd go deeper into detail, but I know next to nothing about these games. Instead here's Jart's description of the character for some context:

Well they are a vessel created by the Pale King and lived in the White Palace with the King and his Lady for a short while before their kingdom fell to ruins. Now they live their life as a wanderer and console  the bugs dying of the Infection, their shield is memento from a friend and lover long passed from the plague

Let it be known that she also said I didn't have to know anything about the series to get this backstory. Uh huh. So I didn't have to know who the Pale King is or what significance the White Palace has, eh? Not to make this piece I didn't. This is actually my second attempt at drawing this character, the original sporting a different pose. I wasn't fond of how it turned out, so it was back to the drawing board with a better, more dynamic sketch. From there it was just a matter of coloring and getting Jart's approval, which only happened after I muted the colors. After years of making art that looks like Walt Disney's vomit, it feels so weird using darker colors. Still, my friend seemed to enjoy it as I hope the rest of you do. If anybody out there wants me to draw something like this with their own characters, be on the lookout for that upcoming journal and feel free to send me a Note via deviantART. Until then-

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!