leo's fit is the b-ball headband, the b-ball jersey (away) and pair of blue power stripes. (it's based on his sporty outfit in canon but i wanted to have his eye markings visible too much to give him his dumb goggles LMAO SORRY)
and donnie's is the designer headphones, takoroka nylon vintage, and the neon delta straps
obviously leo uses splatana's. obvs. he's got a slightly modified splatana wiper here. donnie on the other hand isn't using any of the in-game umbrellas because its homemade and also SUPER DUPER ILLEGAL (it has tacticooler !!)
this was a really fun thang to work on a little bit at a time in my free time, especially bc its pretty different from my usual style, so i'd love to draw the rest of the gang eventually. i don't know what gear/weapons for every1 else yet though... hm...
(also, desc in the alt text! let me know if it's too bulky of an id)
Hello! This month had a lot more longer reads and some wips that completed (which then fall into this month's stats). I don't feel like I particularly read as much as in January but apparently the stats say otherwise!
february
272,119 words over 30 fics (average of 9,071 words per fic, not including any wips) 📈 38.7% from January
current total for the year: 468,345 words
a handful of fic recs
Another Song, Another Spring by @somanywords
stucky | T | 47k
Journeys End in Lovers Meeting by @trenchcoatsandtimetravel
stucky | G | 3.4k
i was never cool (and all i wanted was just to have you) by @dreamsinthewitchouse
stucky | E | 2.4k
You Know We're The Same Kind by @bittersweet-in-boston
stucky | E | 11k
Hot n' Cold by @fandomfluffandfuck
stucky | E | 4.6k
Tell Me I'm Your National Anthem by @cable-knit-sweater
stucky | T | 4k
spoil me by @buckyismybicycle
bucky x torres | E | 4.4k
a couple of author recs
@voylitscope
recs: I'm Gonna Keep You Weak in the Knees (Try to Unlock Your Heart) [bucky/nat/steve | 4.3k], We Were Strangers for Far Too Long [stucky | 5.3k]
@smutconnoisseur
recs: Ink'd Red [stucky | 3k], Jailhouse Rock [stucky | 1.9k]
currently streaming
some wips i've started this month
better to speak or die by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place
stucky | M | 7 of 13
How to (Try to) Lose a Guy in 10 Days by @rohruh
stucky | E | 2 of 10
recently completed wips
Atoms by @andrea1717, art by @kahey2804
stucky | E | 49k
then a small thing happened by @beaarthurpendragon
stucky | E | 5.9k (epilogue)
be kind, rewind
older fics or rereads
The Size of Perfection by @phoenike
stucky | E | 31k
Thaw by @superstringtheory
stucky | T | 3.4k
Summer's in the Air by @emchant3d
stucky | E | 3.6k
like am I crazy. you can't just slap together a sentence that describes the same subject two different ways and not sound insane. I am a firm advocate for the "don't use grammatical constructions in writing that sound unnatural to speak out loud" school of thought in general (aka why I've grown to dislike sentences that start with participle phrases) but the blatant comma splice shit is on a whole other level. how are you gonna write a sentence that's like "Shiny and large, the rocket lifted off." and not get red-ink'd by every editor in a three-mile radius
i dreamed that i was finally covered in sick blackwork tattoos.. i need to prioritize getting ink'd after i move to maine cause the whiplash upon waking up actually caused legit body dysphoria in a way that i have not experienced in months. WACK
Sweet Loots will be at Geeked Out: Ottawa's Toy & Collectible Sale from March 25 & 26 at the Nepean Sportsplex! This will be a 2 day event running from 10am-4pm each day.
We'll have lots of super rad prints, comics, stickers and more goodies from me, @digiflohw, @katizua, QuyetPawz, and Ink'd Well Comics!
Check out the FB event page for more deets: https://www.facebook.com/events/715646776627189
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“ you’re not nearly as quiet as you believe yourself to be. ” (them being up to no good)
@okruchlodu
The storefront is a lavish endeavor of marbled columns, velvet rugs of impossible geometry, and towers of spiraling pillars full of books both benign and superior, reaching into an impossible ceiling that never ends; that keeps its own clouds, wisps of condensation in faux bursts of magick to create crawling vines and bursting flowers, mirror'd bees, sleek Greene snakes in this aesthetic of fantastic, esoteric uniqueness.
And lo, art naught Roland's pockets light; his satchel woefully limp and deflated of its myriad of tokens both metallic and borne of that soft, ink'd wood, and he scoffs at her; this violet-strewn deity hidden away with him in a darkened corner where fireflies flit in a cozy stature for the Hermit and of the Reader …
As he tucks tome after tome– inconspicuously, innocently– into that leather-bound maw, his inhuman ears flit for the Library's guards. He shushes her playfully, hunching himself as Roland's speed nary decreases, glee pressed permanently into his handsome dimples. "Save thee, and watch for the clack of unfamiliar boots, glittering Childe," wheezes Roland, and bounces his brows in this manic lash of Cheer. "Of which art thou required? Dost thou want for a topic?" offers he, and suppresses within him a hard bout of gay cackling.