#a quick base color sketch to get going

[mountainshroom]

”me and my favorite experiment- i mean teammate :)”

- Medic probably

[gomzdrawfr]

you don't use guidelines or sketches??? (that's so cool sensei)

yeah nope i just wing it 90% of the time...unless it's sum i wanna have more effort put into and dont wanna redo and redo and redo again (you can tell i struggled with Ghost's leg in that video thing) then I'll do a sketch....kinda....just to have a pose ready before i line...

they look like shit tho haha this is from emms' dtiys

I dont have the same confident with non-chibi tho.........often time it's either bcuz it takes a lot for me to get a good base going....or i line with a pen and decided i hate it and redo the line again...and again....

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Good Omens graphic novel update: December 2024

We promised a graphic novel treat for December to send off 2024, which we have at the end of the update, so let's dive in!

Colleen has been working diligently ahead of the graphic novel going to print next month, which she discussed over on Patreon. For those looking for more behind the scenes on both Good Omens and Colleen's work more broadly, we recommend either following her Substack, or subscribing via Patreon, as she approaches the finish line.

A snapshot from our production HQ where dummy books of the graphic novel, slipcase and other editions of Good Omens have been arriving thick and fast. The graphic novel (slipcased version shown) has quite the heft to it. It's going to be such a magnificent object inside and out.

Here, we're testing out the various papers, finishes, embellishments and more – everything is falling into place!

Merch-wise, some more delights. The A.Z. Fell & Co tote bag design is in, one side in celebration of our favourite angelic bookseller, the other as if it's been purchased from the bookshop itself, so you can take your pick.

We've got more pins that will be available in the 3-pin set add ons. While the full list will be available in 2025, we're happy to share a few more to get excited about:

On the trading card front, have a look at some of the base deck designs by Steve Gregson and Kirsty Hunter in situ as this all comes together rather nicely, and causes a heated game or two behind the scenes.

And, a quick admin note to wrap up that we always recommend checking the FAQ page as a first port of call for any queries. If you have questions tied to specific tiers, we'd suggest checking the last few updates if your answer can't be found on the FAQ. If there is any information required for your pledge, we will be in touch. We will be back at full steam in the New Year!

Thank you.

So, to wrap up this year's updates, we give you the draft of the full first scene of the graphic novel, artwork by Colleen Doran and lettering by Lois Buhalis. If you'd like to wait until the graphic novel publishes in Spring, skip everything after the ducks!

To 2025 🥂

Until next time.

+ post from Colleen Doran:

Good Omens: You Get...Stuff Like This

In the most recent Good Omens update at the Kickstarter, a few people got upset at the suggestion that you have to get past my paywall here to see Good Omens updates.

Except you really don't, and the post doesn't actually say you do. You get a bit more, like pics of my studio, a discussion of tools and process - but not all of that is exclusively about Good Omens.

I think the Dunmanifestin team just wanted to draw a little attention to my blogs and other works, for which I am very grateful.

As my Patreon supporters already know, Good Omens info posted here gets to the Substack and Kickstarter eventually. And since most of my posts here aren't just about Good Omens, but my other projects and personal stuff, as well as links to our weekly Virtual Art Studio sessions, I think I'm justified in keeping that material behind a paywall.

In fact, I don't think I've posted much stuff about Good Omens since the summer: pages of flats like the one you see above, a few studio photos, and color tweaks.

Also, me boo-hooing about my nerves and health.

But for those who feel left out missing even this small amount of stuff, then the screen shot above is for you.

That's called a flat.

It's a prelim color before adding final color.

Here's what the final color looks like.

So I've posted a handful of this sort of thing since this summer, but frankly, there's even more of my sketches and so on posted at my Instagram that aren't here at all.

For those who don't know, I am doing most of the color myself on the book, but I am working with assistants. I'm not sure how much the Dunmanifestin team wants out there before the big reveals, but here's a snippet of a sky.

In the first image, my flat color.

And after my assistant worked on it.

Here, I've done a repaint. Sometimes I do very extensive repaints after the assistant works on a page. Sometimes not so much. I didn't use assistants on many pages at all. About 80% of the labor on the color of the book is my work.

However, the assistants have been a big help, and I am very appreciative of them.

I will make a point to go through all my prior posts and get every single bit of art that you haven't seen and make it public for all of you in the coming weeks. I need to excise it from previous posts. As I respect the privacy of all my readers, I never make prior posts public without their permission as they may not want their comments or identities to be public.

Thanks so much for everything!

[agbpaints]

How to Paint: Glowing Heat Sink Effects

I already went over this briefly in text in the notes of the Awesome but I figured I should probably double this up and give it its own tutorial. Glowing effects are something that's extremely commonplace in a wargame like 40k but less seen in Battletech painting, despite being a great visual indicator of the effects of the game's heat mechanic. While it does take a little bit of work and some extra paints, adding these to your energy boats and pilot cooking clan mechs can be a great way to add a bit of visual flair to your forces.

Paints I Used

This is what I had on deck for this mini- substitute for your preferred colors, brands, and availability as you like

Army Painter Matt White (titanium white/pure white)

Citadel Khorne Red (dark red)

Citadel Mephiston Red (medium red)

Citadel Evil Sunz Scarlet (bright red)

Citadel Troll Slayer Orange (bright orange)

Citadel Yriel Yellow (bright yellow)

Citadel Lahmian Medium (thinning medium)

Method

Before you begin working on the heat sinks you want to complete the rest of the area around the place you want to do the glow effect. Light is an active environmental effect on a surface so you'll want to complete most of the base layers, highlights, shading, and other environmental effects before we work on the glow. Today our subject is a Manticore Heavy Tank that I used a modified pink-grey version of my weathered drab armor recipe to paint.

Once we've identified the sinks we want to paint and finished the rest of the model around them, our first step is going to be to paint the sink area white. This will increase the saturation on future layers and make the heat sink appear brighter, as well as giving us a consistent color to work up from. Try to stay within the vent area itself and avoid paining the outer frame- we want that to retain the color of the model. Once the white is dry, paint over all of it with our dark red color. Use one or two thin coats to do this.

Once the dark red is dry, go and get your medium red color. Make sure not to overthin this as we want to work this onto a pretty particular part of the model. Using the side of a small or medium sized brush, carefully paint just the ridges of the vent fins, leaving the dark red color in between. Leave this to dry briefly and then we can work on the interior of the vents.

Get your bright orange paint and thin it pretty significantly- more than you would for a normal color. Then, take a very thin brush, load it with some paint, and carefully dab/drag it in between the vent fins. Capillary action should focus this thinned paint into feeding between the medium red fins and make the impression that the interior of the heat sink is glowing. Make sure to leave some of the dark red color at the tops and bottoms of the fins when doing this.

Once the medium red and orange are dry, repeat the same process with your bright red and yellow, but make sure to only apply the paint this time where you want the glow brightest. This might be a particular side of the heat sink but in this case it will be the middle for me, to follow the curve of the turret.

Finally, we will 'extend' the glow of the sink to the area around it slightly. You could do this by applying a quick and soft drybrush before you start using lighter colors on the sink itself, but I prefer to use a glaze for this as it produces smoother results. Once the entire sink is dry, take your darkest color (quick physics lesson: reflected light will always be less intense than the source) and some thinning medium. Mix the two together at a 1:1 ratio and then add some to a medium brush with a fine tip before wiping off the excess on your pallet. The brush should be just damp and produce a thin and regular line of color when dragged across your fingernail for the best results. Once you're happy, sketch the color onto the area around the glowing heat sink with little motions. You should be building up an even, translucent layer of color over top of your base paint job, making it look like the heat and light of the sink is radiating out into the area around it.

And now are heat sinks are done! I've painted these sinks with fairly high contrast hot tones to pop on the dull purple model but you can easily change the colors around to suit your needs. If you want darker, more desaturated glow, start with a dark brown instead of a dark red and have your brightest highlight colors be medium red and bright orange. If you want to go hotter, consider trading the red/orange/yellow pallet for blues and whites. More exotic forms of glow could be rendered with greens or purples. Get weird and have some fun with it!

[asherbakugou]

Your First Kiss

Jiang Kai | Kai Kalama (She/They)

Reader was sat on the floor of her apartment, leaning back against Kai's legs as he flipped through channels on the tv. They had a new sketch due in two days, so they were hoping for inspiration.

The parameters for the project were pretty simple; primary color (red, yellow, blue), one accent color (gold or silver), and female model.

Above her, Kai suddenly leaned over them to look in their eyes, "What if you did something based of Azula? You know, from Avatar. She's got red and gold in her design doesn't she?"

Blinking, Reader turned it over in her mind before nodding. Focusing back on him, she was unsurprised to find his gaze on their lips. Doing their best to not let him know that they saw his gaze, they spoke, "That's good. She does have red, though its more maroon but I can tweak the colors a bit to fit the parameters. Thank you, Kai."

He flushed, leaning back as Reader fought to hide a wider smile. For nearly three months, since they'd begun hanging out, she'd noticed how his eyes constantly strayed to their lips or how focused he'd get whenever they spoke. It was sweet, and was defintely not helping their crush. So today, they decided to do something about it.

Later, after dinner, Kai was at the door preparing to leave. "Well, I guess I should leave a pretty person all alone in their apartment to work on their project." He winked making Reader laugh.

"Kai . . ." Reader trailed off, summoning all of their confidence. "Tell me if you don't want this."

"What–"

Cupping his face, Reader pulled him down a little as they reached up a bit to press a kiss against his lips. Their lips slotted together perfectly, fitting like puzzle pieces. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, as Kai had frozen in shock.

"Sorry. I thought–"

Kai interrupted her this time, slamming their lips back together as he pushed her against the wall beside the door, hands falling to their hips as Reader wrapped their arms around his neck to keep him close.

Reader couldn't help but notice that he tasted like cinnamon, likely from the gum he loved to chew on all the time. Kai noticed how Reader tasted like the fruity wine they'd had with dinner and nearly moaned at the taste.

Pulling away, but not pulling apart completely, he pressed their heads together. "So, can I take you on a date?"

"Time, date, and place?"

"Next Saturaday, 7, and you'll see."

"I'll see you then, Kalama," Reader teased, seperating. Kai obediantly stepped outside, reverantly touching his lips when the doors closed.

Zane Julien (She/Her)

Zane mediatated peacefully to the quiet sounds of Reader painting, her playlist, and the soft humming. He felt at peace in the whirlwind that was her studio, eventually opening his eyes to see what she was painting.

It was the Aurora Borealis, with a wolf pack tilting their heads back to howl in unison. He was amazed by the motion you'd managed to capture in the painting.

"It looks incredible," Zane complimented, startling Reader into nearly dropping her palette.

"Oh shit!" He was quick to catch it, much to her relief. "Oh thank the dragons. Thank you for the compliment, and the catch."

"Do not thank me, it was my fault for startling you."

"You still caught it for me. So I'm going to thank you. Thank you Zane," Reader stated, smiling as she took the palette back.

Zane smiled softly, starstruck as she turned back to the painting. Standing just behind her, he remembered something Nya had said he should do, based on his feelings and how Reader acted around him.

'Ask permission to kiss her, then take her on a date. But don't push her.'

"Reader," Zane said, quickly catching her attention. She turned to him, setting her pallette down to give him her full attention. "I have a question, but I do not wish for you to feel pressured."

"I wouldn't let myself he forced into anything," Reader agreed, tilting her head.

"Of course." Zane hesitated, stepping closer, flustering her. "May I . . . May I kiss you, Reader?"

Reader seemed to freeze, soft lips parting in surprise. After waiting for nearly thirty seconds, Zane was disappointed by the lack of answer but took it in stride. "I apologize, I did not—"

"Was my asking an issue?"

"No, no!" Reader interrupted, waving her hands around. "You don't need to apologize! I was just surprised! Promise! You're not normally so outspoken, so . . ."

"Just a surprise."

"You still have not answered the question," Zane noted, tilting his head slightly. Blushing, Reader ducked her head down in emberresment.

"I-yes. Yes, you can . . . you can kiss me," Reader whispered, standing a little taller as Zane stepped into their space.

Slowly he pressed their lips together, not wanting to rush and accidentally hurt her. The kiss was soft, chaste and made Reader pleasantly cold as Zane felt his core warm in pleasure. Pulling away, he found his own smile widening when he saw Reader looking at him with a wide smile of their own.

"May I take you out? On a date?"

"Y-yes! Yes!"

"Then tomorrow? At 7?"

"Perfect."

"I shall pick you up then," Zane decided, still smiling. Giggling Reader stepped into his space to sink into a hug.

"I can't wait."

Cole Brookstone (They/Them)

The stars were bright as Reader and Cole laid in a grassy meadow Cole had taken them too. Head resting on Cole's stomach, Reader had a surprisingly good view of Cole's reaction every time he spoke lowly, in order to keep the peace of course.

Tonight was Ninjagos Festival of Stars, recently adopted from the Serpentine but neither of them were fans of large crowds and wanted to see the stars and fireworks alone. So Reader had packed a nighttime picnic, with Cole hovering over their shoulder in anticipation.

Mooncakes, Star shaped iced cookies, and multiple blackberry flavored treats. They'd also brought along their starry night themed drink, with blueberries, bananas, and kiwi syrups to make it a stunning array of colors.

Cole had, of course, nearly devoured his portion in a half hour as Reader talked about their day, and some issues they'd noticed recently, eating far slower.

"So, what made you invite me out to watch the stars? Is it just 'cause ya knew I'd bring ya food?" Reader asked, without opening their eyes.

"What, no! All of the others wanted to go to the festival and celebrate, but I wasn't in the mood to celebrate. I'd rather hang out with you," Cole admitted.

"Really? Me? Mr. Ninja wants to hang out with an uninteresting civilian?"

"Your not uninteresting, which I'm not sure is a word by the way. Your just . . . You're normal, and I need that in my life. And you're fun in a different way."

"Well, thank you for the compliment. Any specific reason you don't like festivals? Or is it private?"

Cole knew that all he had to say was that it was private and he would drop it, but he wanted to share. "My mom used to take me out to festivals all the time when I was younger. She had a piggy bank specifically for those days that I could add change too. It was my money to use to do whatever I wanted with during the festival. When she died, I stopped going. It doesn't feel the same anymore."

Reader was silent, thinking. "When I lost my parents, I no longer thought it was worth it. To live. It took me three years to truly start enjoying the world and some days its still hard." Glancing up, they met eyes. "If you ever decided you want to try, I'd be happy to take you. We could make it a date."

"A date?" Cole sat up, worrying Reader who sat up as well.

"It doesn't . . . have to be a date. Not if you don't want it to be."

"Well, what if I want it to be a date?"

Reader smiled, leaning closer as their eyes flicked towards Cole's lips. "I'd like that."

Smiling softly, Cole and Reader leaned closer together until their lips were barely a centimeter apart. "Would you be upset if I kissed you?" Cole asked, trying to hide his nerves.

"Not at all."

Grinning, Cole eagerly pressed their lips together, twisting until he was hovering over Reader. Fingers wove into his black hair, tugging him closer to them as they made out beneath the stars.

Cole eventually forced himself to pull out of their hold, lips glistening and red as he panted. Reader was not much better, shirt having ridden up at some point. "Well . . . that was not what how I thought tonight would turn out," Cole admitted with a goofy grin.

Reader laughed, eyes bright. "So, we still on for that date?"

"Absolutely."

Jay Walker (She/her)

Lightning flashed across the sky, followed closely by the crack of thunder, making Reader groan. She and Jay were both caught in the rain, having been taking a short break from working on one of his older Mechs.

"Well, this sucks," Reader grumbled, huddling beneath the glass cover of a bus station as Jay watched the lightning sparking in the sky with a strange sort of awe and reverance. Nudging him, she broke the spell cast by the bright flashes. "Everything ok, sparky?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just, ehehe, get a little excited during thunderstorms," Jay explained, allowing a spark to flit through his fingers in demonstration.

"That's . . ." Reader trailed off as lightning struck again, highlighting the sharp angular, boyish features Jay had, bringing out his freckles and auburn hair. "That's pretty cool. Don't think I'll ever get used to people fighting with elements though."

"Seriously? You've hung out with Nya for years, how is it still so weird!"

"I don't know! It just is!"

"Maybe you're the weirdo."

"Huh," Reader gasped, as if truly offended. Grabbing their imaginary pearls, she draped herself across the bench. "To slay me with such cruel words, oh how I die. Must this be the way death comes for me."

Jay laughed, plopping down behind her so she could rest her head on his thighs. He smiled down at her, trying hard to keep his blush down, and failing miserably.

"You're turning pink," Reader mused, poking his cheek as her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Is it because you've fallen for my beauty?"

Jay felt his lips twitch downwards when he heard the sarcasm. He was far less oblivious than people thought and he'd realized a while back that Reader did not think themselves pretty. Just . . . Average.

"Would that . . . be bad?"

Readers smile fell as she stared up at him in shock, "Jay . . ."

"I really want to kiss you."

"Then do it."

Leaning down, she reached up, meeting him in the middle. Neither noticed how the lightning seemed to cover the sky, with barely a secons between the flashes. They were too focused on the press of their lips, on memorizing how the others face felt beneath their fingertips.

Pulling away, Reader giggled, quickly joined by Jay. Their was no real reason to laugh but she was happy and so was he.

"So when can I take you on a date, Mr. Blue Ninja?" Reader asked, laughing at the look he gave her.

"Hey! I'm supposed to ask you out!"

"Too late." He tried to sulk but another kiss had him relaxing into a giddy smile. "Fine. I'll go out on a date with you."

"I'll plan a good date, scouts honor."

"You've never been a scout!"

"Oops."

Lloyd Garmadon (She/her)

Reader was happily pressed against Lloyd's side as they walked, liking the comfort of his arm draped over her shoulder. They'd gone windowshopping in the nearby mall for her hour break and were finishing up to walk back, not that Rufus would mind all that much if she was a few minutes late.

"Ooh, look at that," Reader said, pointing to a shoe store. In the display window were Ninja-themed shoes, with Lloyd's being the most prominent.

Lloyd saw what she was looking at and groaned, cheeks flushing, "Please tell me you're not going to buy those. They're like 100$."

Reader pouted, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, "But I thought you liked seeing me in your merch?" She'd noticed it a few weeks ago when she'd worn a green ninja shirt, seen how wide his eyes had gotten and how stuttery and blushy he'd gotten.

Just like right now.

"Wh‐well, of course, but still . . ." Lloyd trailed off, looking away to hide his face.

Giggling, Reader patted his bicep, pleased at the feel of muscle beneath the long sleeved shirt he wore. "I'm kidding, sweets. They're cute, but too expensive for my taste. Besides, I'd look better in one of the Green Ninja sweaters that one store was selling."

Somehow, Lloyd's blush darkened as he whined, "Reader."

"Lloyd," Reader cooed, delighting even further in his blush.

Suddenly, looking past him she spotted Ryker, very obviously looking around for someone. In a heartbeat their eyes met and he started towards her, making her freak out slightly.

"Lloyd."

He immediatley caught the change in her voice and followed her eyes to see where she was looking. Seeing Ryker, he cussed and pulled her towards a hallway between stores to try and hide.

"He already saw me," Reader admitted nervously. Lloyd watched the entrance, tense, as Reader tried to think up a plan.

Grabbing his shirt, she tugged him close until he was pressing her against the wall. Gaping down at her, he seemed frozen in place.

"Trust me?" Reader asked softly, eyes wide. Lloyd nodded, softening marginally.

"Of course."

Leaning up, she pressed their lips together making Lloyd freeze for only a second before he leaned into it. He gently cupped her cheek, keeping the kiss soft and slow as her own hands found their way into soft golden-blond hair.

Neither noticed when Ryker found them, nor when he realized just who was kissing Reader. Furious the man turned away and fled, stomping away as they stayed pressed together.

"So, sweets, when do you plan on taking me out?" Reader asked, breathless. Lloyd stared down at her, emerald eyes alight with awe.

"Friday, at 6. We're going somewhere fancy," Lloyd decided, smiling widely.

Reader giggled, using her grip on his head to tug him back down into a kiss, "Sounds good to me."

Morro (She/Her)

Morro was passed out on Readers couch, sleeping off the inherent exhaustion that came from his longer missions. She was curled against the side pressed against the couch, watching a movie on low so she wouldn't wake him.

Head resting on his shoulder, with his arm loosely wrapped around her side she couldn't help but blush, thinking about what people would say if they saw their position. It was intimate, even for friends. Her face had been warm the entire time they'd been cuddling, though she hoped he hadn't noticed.

Sudden movement from the hand on her hip startled her, making her glance down. Morro was rubbing at the exposed skin of her hip bone with his thumb.

"This alright?" He asked, voice a low rasp from just waking.

"Yeah," Reader mumbled, pressing her face into his chest. "Just fine. Perfect."

He chuckled, embarresing her further. They fell back into silence, though Reader's mind was running a thousand miles an hour.

"Hey, Morro?"

"Hmmm."

"Do you–" She cut herself off to sit up a bit to look him in the face. Morro's eyes were half-lidded but attentive. "Can I take you out? On-on a date?"

Morro's eyes sprang open as he gaped in shock. Fearfully, Reader began stuttering, "B-but not, not if you don't want too! Of course you don't have to agree! Just asking!" She tried to push the tears in her eyes back as Morro sat up, without saying anything.

With a gentleness few thought he was capable of, Morro rested a large hand on her cheek, forcing her to meet his dark grey-green eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

At her shocked expression, he laughed.

"Y-yeah."

Still grinning smugly, he pressed their lips together, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close. He barely let her come up for air before diving back in, like she was his air.

Finally he let them seperate, panting slightly, "I'm taking you out. Friday night, wear something you can walk in."

"O-okay." Eagerly she leaned back in for another kiss making his grin as he met her in the middle.

[goomyloid]

What was your process for making the Noelle amv, if you don't mind sharing?

hii! im not sure how eloquently or clearly ill be able to explain it but i definitely have some pictures you can look at!

(the video)

i actually got the idea while i was away on a trip with very limited wifi -- it wasn't Trust Me that i got an AMV idea for first, but instead it was one of 4syu's other songs, There's Nobody. for such a happy sounding song it really made me so sad, to the point where if i tried to sing it to myself id get choked up by the chorus LMAO. it was baddd

but basically i was rapidly trying to find both songs on spotify so i could listen to them offline, and it only took me a few loops of Trust Me and thinking about the original MV to make me go "ohhhh. how can i make this about noelle." And so i did .

i was thinking about doing a storyboard, but in the past, i've found that doing storyboards for animations/AMVs lowkey... kills my motivation altogether... SAD... but i saw the whole video so clearly in my head, and i didnt want to make the same mistake i made before... so i went right to doing quick sketches (while still on my trip...) just so i could get the ideas out of my head

i was torn on what to do with my style at the time, whether i wanted to make it more similar to the original video, or to her canon appearance, or to MY style and how i draw her. i think it kind of ended up as an amalgamation of all three...? at the very least, her light world color palette definitely was more bland and desaturated, like i purposefully wasn't trying to do anything special with her colors.

after that point, and getting maybe a few of the actual drawings done, my motivation crashed again, and i left it all to marinate for nearly a week. it was baking, guys, it wasn't abandoned, listen to me, why are you throwing tomatoes at me,

i had up to about the "I dreamed about that again" animation done and stopped, and it wasn't until i decided to sit down and start editing it anyway that i really got in my groove again. i got all my little assets into a workable state so i could really try to sit down and make the video come to life and all

the really fun part was honestly working on the desktop backgrounds. i really wanted to limit colorpicking from the original video as much as possible, but i decided that making look as similar as possible to the original could help with the contrast i wanted to add later.

i drew these two backgrounds first. i was hoping i could somehow fit the bunker into the second one, but decided to do something different anyway. the second one's ui didn't actually change until later in the editing process.

drawing THESE were fun especially, and im happy with how they came out. i think the dark world icons are really cute still. one thing i really did know i wanted to do from the beginning was to turn the soul/undertale icon into the deltarune one.

i was worried if the shift from the Windows Field Background to the dark world would be too sudden, like you would just blink and suddenly it was all different, but i think it ended up all right...?

the not so fun part was drawing all the different boxes, lmao. it go really tedious by the end, so i tried to reuse as many of the same ones as i could.

a lot of copy-pasting and tracing rectangles for sure.

i also had to make sure the animations didnt Suck. i brute forced those things and used every last braincell i had in order to make those pictures move bros

fun fact. ive never animated hair like this before. or in any complex manner really. i had to use sooo much brain here... heres how it started vs. how it ended up

had my animator gf hype me up thru the whole thing... i was having a great time based on the filenames alone

aaaand then ummmm i edited it. i learned after effects like 1 month ago. never touched it before. i learned it for internship purposes and then used my newfound powers for evil it seems

i split the whole thing up into multiple compositions of course, but i probably could have split things up more... im sorry for having 84 layers on comp 3 its not my fault

editing a video in 12 fps was a fun change though -- very easy for my brain to go frame-by-frame, and yet still some of the timing ended up being off... tis the goomy way

like i said before, i started editing when i barely had half the drawings done, but seeing it all start to be in motion really pushed me to finish it up. and i mean Really. like i finished the whole thing maybe 48 hours after i first started editing.

and...i think that's it? i do a lot of discord art streaming to friends lately but i kinda kept this one more under wraps compared to usual, i think i just wanted to surprise everyone... look guys i remembered how to make a video! and it's three minutes! waow

sorry if this is way more than you asked for LMAO

also, the AMV hit 5k views on youtube today! ive never had a video do well like that so quickly! thank you!!

[cherryredstars]

1K Prompts

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!artist!reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: The beauty in art. 

A/N: Based on this request.

Word Count: 1.2K (Unedited)

He was more than just displeased. 

He was tired and aching, muscles sore from a long day. The ache became more prominent as he was forced to hold his ridiculous pose. But no matter how much he huffed and puffed, he would hold it until you gave the okay for him to move. He guessed it wasn’t so bad. From here, he could see your side profile. Could see the lidded look in your eyes as you sketched onto your canvas, mouth slightly parted. Your eyelashes would flutter so beautifully as you blinked, the dying sunlight illuminating your small art room and making your eyes glisten and hair shiny. You could produce beautiful art, but Miguel would never find anything more beautiful than you in the process. 

Another one of his huffs caught your attention, and you turned to him with a smile and laughter in your voice. “Miguel, I told you it would take a while. Stop complaining!”

He glared at you teasingly, shifting again but stopping when you glared back, “Can’t we just continue again tomorrow? I’m tired.”

Sympathy filled your eyes and you gave him another small smile, “I’m almost done. A few more minutes, I promise.” 

Miguel sighed, staying in his position obediently. True to your word, you sketched a few more lines onto the canvas before thanking him. His muscles relaxed instantly, going to leave your art room to go to bed, but was stopped at the door when you gave him a quick kiss to his lips and thanked him again. He hummed against your lips, his body sagging as he told you not to stay up too late working. You gave him a dismissive wave of your hand and he went to bed. 

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For the next few weeks, every second of Miguel’s free time at home was spent in your art studio. You had insisted. Something about the handiness of having a live model to reference when it came to shadows and lighting and everything and anything under the sun. It was definitely better than posing, seeing as he was allowed to just lounge on your studio couch and do whatever he needed to do. It did get annoying every now and then when he had something important to work on, forcing him to carry things from his home office into your studio and then back out at the end of the session. But it brought a smile to his face every time he complained and you whined, “Please? I just want to spend time with you too. I like spending time with you.”

He likes spending time with you too. 

Today was one of the rare days where Miguel didn’t have anything to work on. He simply laid on the couch, watching you work. Your brush was feather light on the canvas, picking into a pile of paint and transferring the coloring onto your work. Every now and then you would clean off your brush, a soft ringing filling the room as the brush handle knocked into the glass of water. The peacefulness made him sleepy, and he picked at a loose thread in your couch pillows. 

“How come you won’t let me look at the painting? Is it bad?” He asked, the last bit covered in teasing. 

You smiled at the canvas, eyes briefly flicking to him before you continued working. “The process of every painting is ugly. That’s why we say ‘Trust the process’.”

Miguel snorted at your answer, clearly dissatisfied. It made you laugh and you shook your head as you decided that you were done for the night. Maybe a day and a half more of working and you would be done officially. Your eyes flicker over to the calendar you keep on the wall. Perfect.

You walk over to Miguel helping him off the couch and guiding him out of your studio so the two of you can start on dinner before going to bed, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.”

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It’s snowing, Miguel realizes as he sits in the living room. He can see it behind the tree you have put up, fuzzy white dots falling from the sky. The air smells like your cooking, warm spices filling the house. He can hear you approaching from behind him, and he doesn’t even flinch when your hands suddenly fall to his shoulders.

Your hands massage the muscle absentmindedly, following his gaze outside of the window. “It’s snowing,” You point out, and he hums and repeats it back to you. 

You seem to light up as you stare at it, squeezing his shoulders one last time before approaching the tree. Miguel watches you silently, brow raised in question as you grab one from the back. You check the tag on it to make sure it’s the right one, before walking back over to Miguel. You perch yourself onto his lap, handing him the present.

His arms wrap around your body, holding the wrapped gift in his hands before the two of you. He squeezes you in his arms, shaking the present slightly, before you place our hand over his to stop him. 

“Gifts are supposed to be after dinner, hun.” He reminds you, and you roll your eyes at him. 

“I know. But I think now is the perfect time for you to open it.”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes at you, smiling as he carefully uses a claw to cut through the tap and unfold the decorative paper. From how he opened it, he’s first revealed to the back of a canvas. On the back is your signature and the date, and his fingers trace over it before he slips it over. His breath gets caught in his throat as he stares.

It’s the painting of him that you were working on. He’s in your art room, glowing white highlighting his frame as he lays there. His face is towards the window, where snow is falling. His eyes are shiny, and the smallest smile graces his lips. He traces over each detail with his hand, smiling down at it. 

“You like it?” You ask him, your hands playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. 

He nods, turning to you and leaning up for a kiss that you gladly return. You’re smiling against his lips, and you kiss the crown of his head when you pull away. Miguel nuzzles into your neck, setting the painting down on the coffee table so he doesn’t break it when he traps you into the couch. You laugh as you fall, Miguel laying on top of you and planting kisses up and down your neck. 

“I love it, thank you.” He whispers into your skin. But then, he’s pinching your sides as he gives you a small glare. “But don’t think I didn’t notice you made me do that stupid pose for nothing!”

You burst out laughing, shoulders shaking as you throw your head back over the arm of the couch. “It wasn’t for nothing! I’ll have you know it was a great inspiration. Kept me very motivated.” 

Miguel raises a brow, a large smile on his face. “Great inspiration was it?”

You nod, smile growing bigger as you agree, “The biggest.”

Miguel hums, nodding his head before he’s tickling your sides until you can't breathe. 

“Inspirational my ass!”

[flutterby-bog]

So about those redesigns. Here's some concepts I threw together. I'll push out some finalized sketches with colors eventually but I couldn't sleep so I did some quick doodles.

Some changes I made to fairies were making them less tinkerbell /human looking. Antenna instead of noses, four digits instead of five for hands. I kept the dimorphism but I'd like to note that it's magic+personality based. A fairy's appearance is in direct correlation to how they feel. Marianne's appearance (hair color that kind of thing) changes being related to how she feels after Roland for example.

Colors are going to be a big thing for fairies. So when I get a finalized design down I'll share.

Also I accidentally made Marianne left handed because I forgot I had flipped the canvas so... Now she's left handed and I kinda like that for her.

I made Dawn's hair look more like a flower bud, because ya know, sweet lil innocent Dawn.

Bog's more dragon-y. But since he's still part fairy, I gave him some moth-like fur inspired by @skarjinx / @ezerain 's AU Bog. Also gave him a less humanoid face because of the changes I made to the fairies in general. Also earrings because idfk they looked cute. I don't have any other reason for them. They'd be tactically dangerous but I don't think anyone would get close enough to Bog to grab his jewelry in a fight. I also gave him a tail because... Uh... Fluffy. And ofc digitigrade instead of plantigrade seemed to fit better. Bog cannot change his appearance (glamour) like a fairy can in this AU, his magic is not fairy based but he is a fire fae so he's got fire magic (keeping that from my other AU).

O3O;; also... I'll be changing the goblins a bit and elves too. Adding gnomes and dwarves to the universe so uh, Sunny is gonna be different.

Think I'll refer to this AU as the Fae AU maybe? Once I know for sure I'll give it its own blog.

[pricklenettle]

What’s your art process like?

I’m sorry I’ve been sitting on this one for so long, because honestly I feel like I have a pretty typical process. But I’ll do my best to explain what I do with a few pictures!

Thumb-nailing is always a good idea and will help you know what the heck you’re doing. It really helps with value and composition! Here’s my thumbnailing for the christmas truce comic I did (you can see a random warm up doodle I did before starting something else XD

You can see how loose it is, and also the dialogue is just off to the side XD

for comic making this is maybe the hardest part, but once you have it, it’s pretty smooth sailing to sketch it out and make it bigger. I don’t have a photo of that part unfortunately because it’s quick. (I usually just loosely pencil in where the people are with more attention to the structures and panels around them, and maybe what they’re expressions are) Then I make it pretty:

The actual pages are fairly small because most people are going to be reading it on their phone. Then I line it with pen which always goes really fast.

For colored things, I am still often figuring things out. I usually put a base color down first and then layer on top of it. Also, I try to keep my color pallets fairly limited, sometimes by picking out before hand the colors at my disposal. Once you have those colors if you mix them the whole piece will look more interesting and cohesive as long as your initial colors play well together (don’t have to worry so much about this with colored pencil, but watercolors play best with others the fewer pigments they have already mixed inside.)

Here’s one that I’ve only put a base color down, usually I don’t leave blank spaces unless value or glow is really important

The wirt and greg pictures have a hot pink wash behind them

You can see the layering easier in this gauche painting

I think most traditional artists would describe something similar. In my opinion, the most important part is practicing and doing so on a regular basis. For me, even if I do nothing else, once a week I go to church, sit down in a pew and get out my sketch book. If you can find a time like that for yourself it really is valuable! I won’t say anymore because there are so many more awesome tutorials and explanations elsewhere on the internet! If nothing else, I hope to leave you with the impression of how doable this is, even with something simple like a ball point pen or crayola pencils

here’s some bonus doodles for reading to the end ✨⭐️🌌

[meatcute]

sketch commissions to help luna are open!

my boyfriend's post lost traction, so im making a new one! luna still needs $865 to reach their goal. to help, i have opened up sketch commissions in this simple art style!

luna is a blasian transgender disabled person who cannot work and currently has no income. their car is at risk of repossession, is in great need of repairs, and they cannot afford gasoline to get groceries or make "non-essential trips." they are in the negatives.

i dont get paid for another week, so to help out im opening this up until luna meets their $1000 goal! if you want quick, cute, cheap art of your character AND to help someone very important to me, please give this post some consideration or at least a reblog!!

all you need to do is use this form and in the textbox, mention it's for luna! when i reach out i will ask for proof of donation (except for p/ayp/al transactions), and i ask that this is an upfront payment. links to donate are below!!

VM | CA | PP

do not tag this post!

IDs under cut!

ID: a sheet advertising "sketch commissions for Luna @/nonprophet." on display is a monochrome doodle of a girl with curly hair, a hoodie, and rabbit ears, posing demurely. she is labeled "$5 monochrome sketch." next to her, a colored-in demon girl smiles and holds a bird. she has pale blue skin, dark blue straight hair, a broken horn, and a wine-red halter top with a cleavage window. she is labeled "$10 colored sketch." end ID.

ID: a continuation of the commission sheet. things the artist will draw are listed; they are "fandom, OCs, anthro, violence/blood, suggestive/NSFW, from template, for personal use." next to it is a smiling face and the word "yes!"

below, there is a list of things the artist will not draw. it reads "real people, bigoted content, mecha, heavy detail, heavy gore, illegal/'dark' content." next to it is an angry face and the word "no!"

the bottom portion of text reads "all art is in chibi style. +50% of base price for each extra characters. payment in USD. please send proof of donation!" there are a list of pay links; for cashapp, venmo, and paypal. the text next to the pay links reads "for my regular info and the commission form, go to dtrcommissions.carrd.co (tell me it's for luna!!)" end ID.

[chaos-chloe]

Wedding Series - Clooless Boys

Summary: This contains all the boys in their own wedding with the reader, order goes, Pezzy, Puffer, Droid, and Grizzy. it will be broken up by their own dividers.

As you stood in front of the mirror, a soft golden light filtered in through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Your heart fluttered with excitement as you felt the delicate lace of your wedding gown brush against your skin. It was finally happening—your special day with Pezzy, the one who had been your rock, confidant, and partner-in-crime for five beautiful years. 

Your best friends were bustling around, filled with laughter and joy, each one contributing their own little touch to make this day perfect. Emma was fluffing your veil, making sure it sat just right. Sarah was adjusting the flowers in your hair, and Mia was busy fixing her makeup, tossing quick glances in your direction, shooting you encouraging smiles. 

“Can you believe it? Today’s the day!” Emma squealed, turning you around to face her. She held up her phone, ready to capture every precious moment. 

You chuckled, wiping a happy tear that had escaped down your cheek. “I can’t! Five years felt like a blink, but here we are. I’ve always dreamed of this moment.”

“Pezzy is going to be so mesmerized,” Sarah chimed in, a teasing glint in her eye. “I mean, look at you!”

As you shared stories and laughter, the air was thick with joy. It was a mosaic of memories: late-night talks, spontaneous road trips, and quiet evenings spent dreaming about the future. Pezzy was a constant presence in those moments, always holding your hand through life’s ups and downs.

The excitement was palpable as the clock ticked closer to the ceremony time. You took a breath, feeling overwhelmed by the love surrounding you. “I just hope I don’t trip down the aisle,” you joked, trying to ease the tightening in your chest.

“It’s not a wedding without a little drama!” Mia laughed, referencing the mishaps that had already transpired during the planning process. “But it will all be perfect. And remember, at the end of it all, you’ll be with Pezzy, and that’s what matters.”

You smiled at Mia’s reassurance, feeling the warmth of her words settle into your heart. Indeed, the journey to this day had been a tapestry woven with unexpected twists and turns, each adding a layer of character to this moment.

“Do you remember when we accidentally used the wrong color swatches for the flowers?” Emma chimed in, trying to suppress her laughter. “I thought I was going to faint when I walked into that place!”

Your mind whisked back to the fateful day at the florist's shop. You had been juggling a dozen different decisions, overwhelmed by the colors and scents, when Emma mistakenly pointed out the vibrant orange and teal blooms instead of the soft pastel shades you had envisioned. The florist had looked as bemused as you felt, with the unsuspecting petals mounted on display like a wild carnival.

Laughter filled the room again, a melodic reminder of the journey you’d all shared. “And then there was the mishap with the cake!” Mia added, her eyes wide with the memory. “I still can’t believe we had to convince that baker to make a chocolate masterpiece based on a sketch done on the back of a napkin!”

“How about the time the DJ booked the wrong date and nearly sent us into a tailspin?” Sarah exclaimed, giggling as she recalled the frantic calls, the backup plans, and how Pezzy had swooped in to save the day with his charm.

“Oh, but we got him to play that favorite song of ours, didn’t we?” you replied, laughter bubbling up once more. “The one where we first danced under the stars?”

"Exactly! And now, you're getting ready to walk into your own fairytale!" Mia grinned, throwing her arms around you in a warm embrace. 

With a heart brimming with gratitude, you glanced at each of your friends, realizing how instrumental they had been in making this day not just about the wedding, but a celebration of the bond you all shared over the years. Each mishap had only added to the tale, a testament to friendship, love, and resilience.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, you and your friends gathered one more time—ready for the journey down the aisle. “Okay, girls! Ready to kick some wedding butt?” you declared, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves.

“Always!” they cheered, and as you stepped outside into the sunlight, you felt the warmth of their support enveloping you like a cozy blanket. 

Mia snatched a quick selfie, capturing the moment before the chaos began with you in the center, surrounded by your loyal friends. Their smiles were infectious and reflected the joy of the day ahead.                                              

With the scent of blooming roses and a gentle breeze on your skin, you turned towards the path that would lead you to Pezzy. It was not only a walk down the aisle; it was a moment filled with love, memories, and a bright future.

As you took your first step onto the aisle, the gentle breeze swirled around you, almost as if nature itself was celebrating. The soft strains of music floated in the air, harmonizing beautifully with the whispers of excitement from the gathered guests. Their smiles and happy faces blurred into a sea of warmth, and your world crystallized into a singular focus: Pezzy.

With each step, the scent of the blooming roses enveloped you like a comforting embrace. You could hear the faint rustling of leaves and the soft chatter of your friends mixed with gasps of awe from your family and loved ones. But more than anything, you felt your heart racing in rhythm with the joyous cadence of this moment.

Pezzy stood at the end of the aisle, his handsome face lit up with the kind of love that transformed the ordinary into the extraordinary. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and in that single glance, you were transported back to the first moments you realized he was the one—when laughter had flowed effortlessly between you, and he had held your hand through life’s uncertainties.

As you walked closer, time seemed to slow. You could see the tiny details—the way his fingers were nervously tapping against his suit, the warmth of his smile infectious even from this distance. It was as if the world had narrowed down to this one heartbeat, this one connection made stronger by the experiences you shared over the years.

With every step, memories danced vividly in your mind—the late-night talks where you dreamt of the future, the cozy movie nights wrapped in blankets, the silly inside jokes that only you two understood. And suddenly, it hit you—it hadn’t just been five years; it had been a journey of growth, support, and a deep understanding of each other’s souls.

Finally, you reached the altar, and as you took your place beside him, the world around you seemed to fade away. It was just you two, standing in a beautiful blossom-filled garden, sealed in a moment that felt eternal. Pezzy reached for your hand, his grip strong and assuring, and you knew that whatever came next wouldn't just be about today, but about every day that would follow.

As the officiant began the ceremony, you stole glances at Pezzy—his eyes filled with an unwavering adoration that made your heart swell. Every word felt like it was stitched into the fabric of your love story, weaving a future resistant to time’s passage.

With every word spoken by the officiant, the ceremony enveloped you in a cocoon of warmth and joy. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze echoed the whispers of love shared between you and Pezzy, setting a serene backdrop for the promises to be exchanged. 

You could see the sunlight play upon Pezzy’s face, highlighting the cute little crinkles at the corners of his eyes that appeared as he smiled at you. The sweetness of his gaze was magnetic, drawing you in, making the noise of the world outside fade away. Those glances, filled with understanding and deep affection, felt like a comforting embrace, reminding you of the trust and companionship that had blossomed over time.

You recalled the quiet moments you had shared over cups of coffee, the planning sessions where you argued over the best movie genres, the spontaneous adventures that had taken you both to unexpected places. Those memories wrapped around your heart like a warm quilt, a patchwork of laughter, shared dreams, and the occasional tears. 

As the officiant spoke of love’s enduring nature and the importance of partnership, the meaning behind each promise resonated deep within you. Love was not just a feeling; it was an active choice, a decision to stand together in times of joy and adversity. This understanding was the cornerstone of your relationship, and it filled you with a sense of peace.

With the exchange of vows drawing closer, you prepared to speak the words that would solidify your bond. You had spent countless nights rehearsing them in front of the mirror, hoping to capture the essence of what Pezzy meant to you. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. The moment felt monumental, the gravity of the vows hanging in the air like a dense fog of emotion.

With each breath, you could feel the weight of the moment settle on your shoulders. You stood there, heart in hand, full of love and admiration for the man who was about to become your partner for life. Pezzy’s smile was your guiding light as you prepared to share your vows, the flicker of sunlight glinting off his eyes inspiring the words that danced in your heart.

“Pezzy,” you began, your voice steady yet filled with emotion. “From the very first moment we met, I knew there was something extraordinary about you. You have this incredible ability to lift my spirits even on my darkest days. The sound of your laughter is like a warm sun breaking through heavy clouds, chasing away the shadows and wrapping me in comfort.”

You saw him nod, memories of shared laughter flooding back. His laughter had indeed filled rooms with joy, and you could recall countless moments where it had melted your worries away. Each chuckle breathed life and ease into your shared spaces, forging a connection that felt unshakable.

“But it’s not just your laughter,” you continued, your words flowing more freely now. “It’s the way you envelop me in your arms after a long, tiring day. In those moments, I find solace like no other. You have the innate ability to make me feel safe, cherished, and wholly seen. It’s as if the world fades away, and it’s just us—two souls intertwined, forging a sanctuary in each other.”

A single tear trickled down your cheek, but it was swiftly met with a gentle thumb from Pezzy, his expression soft and understanding. His ability to read you, to sense your emotions, was just one of the many facets of him that made your heart swell.

“And then there are the little things,” you said, a smile breaking through the tears. “Like how you always know to surprise me with my favorite ice cream flavor—green tea, of course—even when I haven’t mentioned it in ages. It’s as if you have this innate sixth sense for my happiness. Those small gestures remind me of how deeply you care, how you pay attention even in the rush of our busy lives.”

You glanced around the gathering of your friends and family, noticing their faces aglow with joy. Their smiles reflected the happiness you felt within, the love that rippled through the air. Fueled by their energy, you continued, “I promise to celebrate you, to embrace your quirks and your passions, and to always cherish the little things that make you… well, you.”

With each word spoken, you felt lighter, awakening a sense of excitement within your heart. “I vow to cultivate a life filled with kindness and laughter with you. I will stand beside you in every adventure we embark upon, no matter how big or small, and I will support you as you chase your dreams with unwavering determination.”

You could feel Pezzy’s warmth radiate beside you, grounding you as you spoke your truth. “And when life throws challenges our way—and it surely will—I promise to face them hand in hand, knowing that together we can weather any storm.”

As the final words of your vows drew near, you felt a rush of love surge through you, an uncontainable happiness bubbling to the surface. “Pezzy, you are the love of my life, my best friend, and my greatest adventure. I choose you today, tomorrow, and in all the years to come. I vow to love you fiercely and without reservation, embracing every moment life brings us together.”

With your heart laid bare, you finished, your voice breaking into a whisper. “I am so grateful to be yours.”

Pezzy's unwavering gaze encouraged you to continue, and as each word flowed freely, you found yourself sharing your heart more openly than you ever thought possible. “I promise to stand beside you, to laugh with you, to comfort you in sorrow, and to celebrate with you in joy. I commit to a life of openness and trust, and to cherish every moment we spend together.”

As your voice broke slightly with emotion, you stole a glance at your friends and family—each of them smiling, tears glistening in their eyes. It felt surreal, elevating the sacredness of the moment. And then you looked back to Pezzy, whose expression was a mix of admiration and devotion that nearly took your breath away.

The silence that followed felt momentous, almost sacred. Time seemed to stand still as Pezzy gazed at you, his expression a blend of awe and admiration, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. It was a profound moment—one of understanding, commitment, and an unbreakable bond. 

As he stepped forward to speak his vows, you couldn’t help but feel a swell of joy erupt within you, a reminder of the beautiful journey you had shared and the wonderful future that lay ahead. This was your moment, a celebration of love that would be cherished forever, and you were ready to embrace every chapter of it.

Pezzy stepped forward, cradling your hands within his own, and began to speak his vows. With his warm hands enveloping yours, you could feel a powerful connection coursing between you both—his touch brimming with love and understanding, anchoring you in this beautiful moment. Pezzy took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on you, and you could sense the weight of his emotions behind each word he was about to share.

“From the very first day we met,” he began, his voice steady and filled with warmth, “I knew you were someone extraordinary. You have this incredible gift of making everything around you brighter and more vibrant.” His eyes sparkled with sincerity as he continued, “Your laughter is like music that sparks joy in my heart, and your smile… it has the power to turn even the dullest day into an adventure.”

A gentle smile crept across your face as the memories of shared laughter and joy enveloped you both. In that moment, the entire world outside faded, your focus solely on the love that radiated between you.

“I could talk forever about the small things that make me love you,” he said, his voice softening. “Like how you always manage to make my morning coffee just right, a perfect blend that starts my day with a smile. It’s these little gestures that show me how well you know me, how deeply you care, and how effortlessly you fill our lives with love.”

You felt your heart swell, each word intertwining with the very essence of your shared moments together, painted vividly in your memory like strokes of a masterful painting. 

“You inspire me to chase my dreams,” he continued, determination lining his voice. “With you by my side, the impossible feels possible. It’s your steadfast belief in me during the times when I’ve doubted myself that pushes me to reach higher. You bring out the best in me, and I am endlessly grateful for that.”

His words resonated within you, striking chords of familiarity and gratitude. You recalled moments where you had stood by each other—encouraging him to embrace new challenges, just as he had always done for you.

“And every time I see you show kindness to others, my heart swells with pride. You have this way of touching lives, making even the smallest of gestures feel monumental. Your empathy and generosity inspire not just me, but everyone lucky enough to know you,” he said, his eyes shining brightly with affection.

In that moment, tears glimmered in your eyes once more at the tenderness of his words, stealing glances from friends and family who witnessed this intimate exchange. Each of Pezzy’s declarations seemed to weave an unbreakable bond between you both, a testament to the love that had blossomed over time.

Pezzy paused for a breath, some unspoken emotion crackling in the air. Taking your hands tighter, he continued, “Today, I stand before you, ready to commit my life to you. I promise to be your rock, your confidant, and your partner in all things. I vow to support you in your dreams, however grand or simple they may be, and to celebrate your accomplishments with all my heart.”

You felt the gravity of his vows anchor you further into your commitment, an electric charge revolving between you both, as if the universe itself was intertwining your paths in this momentous occasion.

“I am here to share every joy, every trial, and all of life’s adventures with you. I will hold your hand through all of life’s uncertainties, reassure you in times of doubt, and rejoice in our triumphs side by side.” 

His voice crackled with sincerity, and you noticed tears had begun to glimmer in his eyes—the same deep courage and vulnerability you had come to love reflected back at you.

“And most importantly,” he said, a soft smile breaking through the emotional tides, “I promise to love you fiercely, openly, and without reservation, for all the days of our lives. You are my today, my tomorrow, and every day after. I am yours, forever.”

As he concluded, a serene hush fell over the audience, soaking in the depth of his vows. The air tangibly shifted, the love hanging thick around you like a protective shield. You felt every heartbeat, every breath, every promise that anchored you deeper into this shared moment.

Pezzy’s gaze held yours, filled with warmth and understanding. In that gaze, you could see the reflections of every dream, every shared laugh, and every moment of love that had brought you to this very day

As the vows concluded, the officiant prepared to lead you into the next part of the ceremony. You exchanged rings, symbols of eternity, each crafted with care and representing the journey you began today. As each ring slipped onto your fingers, it was an acknowledgment of everything that had been and everything that was yet to come.

Finally, the officiant declared you both partners for life, encouraging everyone to witness the union that had blossomed between you. The moment was sweetened by the cheers of your loved ones, their joy radiating like sunshine. And just like that, Pezzy leaned in for a kiss that felt like the culmination of all your time together—the promise of a future that was blooming just as beautifully as those roses surrounding you.

As your lips met, it was as if the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment that felt eternal. The soft petals of the roses swayed in the gentle breeze, as if they too were applauding this beautiful union, their fragrance mingling with the fresh scents of the garden and thickening the air with love.

Cheers erupted from your friends and family, creating a symphony of happiness that enveloped you both. Laughter and applause mingled, a joyous chorus echoing through the garden, as you pulled away from the kiss, hearts still racing and cheeks flushed with exhilaration. Pezzy’s eyes sparkled with a playful glint as he looked at you, and in that gaze, you could see reflected all the dreams you had nurtured together—their bright colors swirling like a vivid painting waiting for each brush stroke.

As you turned to face your loved ones, the warmth of their smiles fueled a wonderful sense of community. Each face beamed with pride and happiness, a testament to the journey that had led you to this very moment. You could see your parents misty-eyed, holding each other’s hands tightly, their love having weathered the storms of time, now celebrating the love that you and Pezzy were forging anew.

The officiant stepped aside, allowing you a moment to soak it all in. In that peaceful quiet, Pezzy took your hand and squeezed it gently. “We did it,” he whispered, a grin stretching across his face. It was a statement that echoed with gratitude—thankfulness for the shared path that had brought you to this milestone.

As you walked down the aisle, hand in hand, the cheers of your guests following behind you, you felt the infinite possibilities lying ahead. It was as if the garden, painted in hues of pink and green, had transformed into the tapestry of your lives’ adventures together. Every step felt like a new beginning, and the path before you was woven with hopes and dreams yet to be realized.

You envisioned the moments that would fill this future—cozy nights spent curled up with books, spontaneous road trips to nowhere, and quiet afternoons filled with laughter over shared meals. You imagined the little things: the way Pezzy would lean in to kiss your forehead when he thought you weren’t looking, or the playful banter that would fill your home, making every space glow with warmth and happiness.

And beyond the simple joys, you found a profound understanding of partnership that ran deep. You were excited about facing life’s challenges together, knowing that your love was strong enough to withstand the test of time. You both knew that love wasn’t just romance and grand gestures; it was in the everyday moments—the support given during difficult times, the respect and understanding nurtured over conversations, and the laughter that blossomed in shared experiences.

As you reached the end of the aisle, you turned to face your friends and family once more, a wave of gratitude washing over you. You lifted Pezzy’s hand together in a show of unity, and everyone erupted into cheers again, their elation filling the garden with an electric energy.

A lively reception awaited—your loved ones ready to celebrate the union, beautiful memories to be made under twinkling fairy lights. The dance floor beckoned, filled with laughter and rhythm, music promising to weave new memories into the fabric of your shared lives.

As you shared a tender kiss once more, surrounded by love, you realized this was just the beginning—a new chapter in the most beautiful story you would ever write together. With Pezzy by your side and the future unfolding like the petals of the roses around you, every heartbeat echoed with the truths of love, partnership, and dreams yet to blossom. The journey ahead sparkled with promise, and with every step you took together, you felt ready to embrace all that it would bring.

As the sun streamed through the window, casting a warm golden hue throughout the room, you could feel the fluttering excitement in your chest. The light danced on your blush pink puffy dress, making it look like candy-floss spun with love. Your three best friends – Mia, Lila, and Tara – flitted around you, their laughter filling the air like confetti.

"We should all be wearing puffy dresses!" Mia squealed, twirling in her stylish cocktail dress that she claimed was almost as fluffy as yours. Lila flicked her hair dramatically, "Oh, please! Let’s just ensure our queen here is the star of the show." Tara was busy adjusting your veil, ensuring it cascaded gracefully over your hair.

"Are you ready for this?" Tara asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I mean, you're about to officially become Mrs. BigPuffer!" They all giggled at the funny nickname you’d lovingly given him because of his tall, stocky frame that made him look as soft and comforting as, well, a big puffer fish.

“Yes!” you replied, looking in the mirror. You thought of him, how he always made you laugh in the most unexpected moments, how his kind eyes were like a warm hug on a cold day. You remembered your first date, how he’d accidentally spilled soda all over himself and instead of being embarrassed, he’d laughed it off and said, “Looks like I’m the one getting fizzed!” That was BigPuffer – always finding a reason to smile.

“Okay, let’s do this!” Lila said, clasping her hands together. The excitement in the air was palpable, like the tingling anticipation before a fireworks show.

As you all made your way to the venue, your heart raced. The venue was adorned with fairy lights that twinkled like stars in the evening sky. Flowers in every hue of pink surrounded the altar where BigPuffer stood, his back to you, nervously adjusting his bow tie. He was impeccably handsome, but it was the flutter of his dancing feet that gave away his excitement.

As you approached the venue, your heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. The air was fragrant with the scent of fresh blooms and the promise of love that hung like a cherished secret between the petals. The soft glow of fairy lights draped around the trees and arches created a magical atmosphere, making everything appear otherworldly. They twinkled like stars just for you, casting your blush pink dress in a gentle, ethereal light.

Your friends had worked hard to turn this space into a dreamscape. Rows of white chairs lined the aisle, each adorned with delicate pink ribbons and tiny bouquets. You could hear the soft murmur of the guests, a chorus of well-wishes and joyful anticipation, as they found their seats. You glanced at your friends—Mia gave you an encouraging nod, Lila had a glittering tear in her eye, and Tara was practically bouncing on her heels with excitement. 

Then you turned your attention to the altar. There stood BigPuffer, his tall frame slightly swaying from side to side. Although he looked handsome in his tailored suit, perfectly complemented by that shiny bow tie that he always insisted he could tie himself, it was his nervous energy that caught your eye. His broad shoulders had a slight tremble, and even from this distance, you could see him adjust his bow tie for what felt like the umpteenth time. Each tiny action only affirmed the depth of his affection for the life you were about to start together.

You chuckled softly to yourself. BigPuffer always had a little bit of that endearing awkwardness, the kind that made you want to hold him a little tighter. It reminded you of the time you both went out tubing on a lake, and he had spent half the day worrying about falling in, only to land in the water, face-first, while attempting to impress you with his ‘cool’ technique. That was the day you realized that it wasn’t just about the grand gestures; it was about the little moments that painted your love story with warmth and laughter.

As the music began to play, a sweet melody that felt like it was woven from bits of your shared memories, Mia positioned herself next to you, whispering, “Time to make your entrance, my friend.” You nodded, taking a deep breath, letting the wave of bliss and gratitude wash over you.

With each step, the world became a blur, and the only thing you could focus on was BigPuffer's bright smile as it blossomed upon seeing you. The way his eyes lit up was like finding the missing piece of a puzzle you didn’t know had been lost. The nervous flutter in his feet began to settle, replaced by a sturdy excitement that mirrored your own.

“You look stunning,” he whispered the moment you reached him, his voice filled with awe. It felt like a spell had been cast, binding you two together in this extraordinary moment. His compliment sent a wave of lightness through your heart, making you forget all the little worries that had danced in your mind just seconds before.

Standing at the altar, surrounded by your closest friends and family, you held each other's hands tightly. In that instant, it felt as if the universe had paused, giving you both the gift of eternity within the confines of that small space, under the twinkling lights and blooming flowers.

The officiant began, but your focus was solely on BigPuffer. You knew this was more than just a wedding—it was a celebration of all the sweet quirks and treasured memories you had created together.

As your vows neared, you felt emboldened to share every wonderful thing you loved about him—the way his laughter could brighten the darkest of days, the comfort of his arms after a long day, and how he always knew when to surprise you with your favorite ice cream flavor, even when you hadn’t mentioned it in weeks.

As you stood before BigPuffer, the moment felt surreal, like a dream that you never wanted to wake from. Your heart raced as you gripped his hands, warmth radiating from his touch, grounding you in the beautiful present while the future glimmered with promise. With every breath, you felt more confident, more in tune with the profound love swirling around you.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” you began, your voice steady yet filled with emotion. “BigPuffer, you’re my best friend, my favorite comedian, and my greatest adventure.” A few snickers and whispers of affection fluttered through the crowd, and you could see your friends smiling knowingly. You took a breath, gathering your thoughts, and dove deeper.

“I remember the first time we met,” you continued, picturing that fateful evening when his goofy charm had caught your attention. “You were wearing that ridiculously oversized sweater and trying to impress me with some absurd trivia about dinosaurs. It was charming in the most unexpected way.” Laughter broke out, the shared memory weaving bonds of nostalgia among your guests.

“But more than those laughs, it’s the small moments that truly anchor my heart,” you said, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears that threatened to spill over. “The way your laughter can brighten even my darkest days, making me forget my worries even when the clouds gather. On those tough days, when everything feels a little heavier, it’s your embrace that wraps me in comfort, easing my burdens like a soft blanket at the end of a long day.” 

At this, a flutter of emotions coursed through BigPuffer, his eyes glistening under the twinkling lights as evident warmth spread across his face. Encouraged by his response, you carried on, the words flowing more freely, guided by the love you felt blossoming in your heart.

“And I love how you know me so completely—how you anticipate my needs without me even saying a word. Like that time you surprised me with my favorite mint chocolate chip ice cream after a long week. You walked in, with that cheeky grin and a pint in each hand…” You chuckled, remembering your delight. “I had no idea how you knew I'd been craving it, but you always do! You know exactly when to sprinkle sweetness into my challenges, and that makes me feel understood in a way I’ve never felt before.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes now, but a smile adorned your face. “I promise to be your partner through everything, to laugh with you and cry with you, to chase our dreams together and support you in every endeavor. I vow to bring as much joy into your life as you’ve brought into mine; to always be your biggest fan, regardless of whether you’re winning at life or just trying to keep that bow tie straight. And above all, I promise to love you fiercely, with every fiber of my being, through each and every adventure that lies ahead.”

The words hung in the air, enveloping the venue in a surreal silence, before an eruption of applause broke the stillness, echoing the joy radiating from your heart. You looked into BigPuffer’s eyes, and the love mirrored back at you was enough to make the world fade away. It was a moment that felt both fleeting and eternal, a beautiful collision of every laugh, every tear, and every cherished memory you had built together.

Now it was his turn to speak, and you could feel the weight of his emotions as he began his vows. He stepped closer, your hearts nearly touching, and spoke softly, his words like honey drizzling through the air. “You make me believe in magic,” he said, his voice trembling with emotion. “Every moment with you is a page from the most beautiful story I could ever imagine writing. I vow to always make you laugh, to cherish the quiet moments as much as the grand adventures, and to stand by you through every twist and turn that life throws our way.”

With each word, the foundation of love solidified, crafting a sacred bond that felt as though it had been destined long before this magical moment. You could see the sincerity in his gaze and feel the warmth radiating from him, a promise that he would always be there to catch you, to hold you close when storms raged, and to share the sunshine on bright days.

“I promise to share the sweets with you,” he continued, a playful twinkle appearing in his eyes, “and to always be the first to suggest a ridiculously fun outing to places you've never even thought about. Let's go tubing again, but this time, I’ll be sure to bring the proper floaties!” Laughter erupted once more from your friends and family, a beautiful harmony of joy puncturing the air.

With hearts laid bare and laughter punctuating the solemnity of the moment, you both recognized that love was not just about grand gestures, but about the details—the inside jokes, the quiet moments, the joyous spontaneity that would color your days ahead. Your vows seemed to weave together like an intricate tapestry, each thread a memory that sparkled in its own way while contributing to the grandeur of the whole.

As the officiant beckoned you to exchange rings, the amethyst stones in the bands sparkled in the light, symbolizing the promise of a love that would deepen and grow, a partnership crafted from laughter, respect, and unwavering commitment. With trembling hands, you slid the ring onto BigPuffer’s finger, his look of wonder imprinted on your heart. He returned the gesture, and as the ring settled snugly on your hand, it felt like a reminder that you were no longer two individuals but rather intertwining souls set to embark on a magnificent journey together.

The moment felt suspended in time as the rings glimmered under the soft ambiance of the venue, casting tiny rainbows across the faces of your family and friends. Each person present, from your oldest childhood friend to BigPuffer’s jovial uncle, wore a look of pure delight, mirroring the joy bubbling within. The amethyst stones seemed to pulse with life, glowing with the promise of love and the spirit of the journey ahead.

When the last ring was secured, it felt as though an invisible thread had woven you both together, stronger than it had ever been. The realization washed over you—the laughter, the trials, the unwavering support, all of it had blossomed into something sacred, something that would only deepen with time. You could already picture the milestones you would share: the mundane mornings that turned into delightful rituals, the spontaneous adventures that would create lasting stories, and the quiet evenings filled with heartfelt conversations.

As part of the ceremony, the officiant asked everyone to reflect on their own relationships and the love they cherished. For a moment, the world around you quieted, and you took in the sea of smiling faces. Each one carried their own stories of love, hope, and commitment. You could see your parents, hands intertwined, sharing a proud smile; your friends, eyes twinkling with excitement, already dreaming of the days ahead filled with celebrations. 

Then, as though he could sense your introspection, BigPuffer turned slightly, his dark hair falling across his forehead in that charming way you loved. “This... this is ours,” he said softly, his voice reverberating deep in your heart. “No matter where we go from here, we’re in this together. Through every challenge and every triumph, we are a team.” His sincerity ignited a warmth you wished you could bottle up and carry with you always. 

The officiant, sensing the beautiful spirit of the moment, announced, “It is now my great honor to pronounce you husband and wife.” As BigPuffer took a step closer, you felt an electric pulse of excitement thrumming between you. “You may kiss your bride,” he said, his voice filled with warmth.

You leaned into BigPuffer, nerves tingling as your lips met. It was gentle at first, a sweet melding of spirits, and then it grew deeper, an affirmation of the love that would guide your journey together. Cheers erupted around you, laughter mingled with warm applause, and the moment felt like an explosion of light, a joyful anthem that celebrated the bond you had just solidified. 

As you broke away, breathless and giddy, the world around you transformed into a kaleidoscope of happiness. Friends rushed forward, enveloping you in a flurry of congratulations, open arms, and laughter. Each person showered you both with affection; there were hugs and well wishes, and promises of future adventures were exchanged amidst the jubilant chaos.

In the midst of this whirlwind, BigPuffer caught your hand, pulling you aside for a brief moment of quiet amidst the jubilant noise. “Can you believe this?” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief and joy, a boyish wonder radiating from him that made your heart skip.

You both shared a knowing glance, a quiet understanding passing between you. The excitement buzzing around you was tangible, but the most exhilarating part was knowing that you would face all the stargazing nights and mountain hikes together, each experience a brushstroke painting the canvas of your shared life.

The world faded into a distant murmur as you gazed into BigPuffer’s eyes, where layers of emotions danced like fireflies on a summer evening. The laughter and cheers of your loved ones provided a delightful soundtrack, but all you could focus on was the warmth radiating from him, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. 

“I know,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like living in a fairytale. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, but nothing compares to being here with you.”

His grin stretched wide, illuminating his face in the twilight as he lowered his voice conspiratorially. “So, what’s the first thing we’re going to do as a married couple? Climb a mountain? Go on a road trip? Or maybe… sneak off to find dessert?” The last part came with a cheeky smirk, his eyes twinkling with playful mischief.

Laughter bubbled up from your chest, the entire day igniting a spark of joy that felt as infinite as the stars beginning to dot the darkening sky. “I vote for dessert first! We can conquer the mountains later,” you teased, your heart swelling with excitement. 

In that moment, the worries and expectations of the world melted away, and all that remained was the two of you—two hearts daring to chase adventure, united in this whimsical dance of love. The noise of the celebration around you blended into a soft hum, allowing you to indulge in this brief oasis of stillness.

BigPuffer took a step closer, his voice lowering even further as he said, “You know, I’ve had these visions of our life together—every little moment. I picture us on lazy Sundays, baking ridiculous cookies and inevitably ending up in a flour fight. Or bright afternoons laughing until our sides hurt at silly movies.” 

His words painted vivid scenes in your mind. You could almost smell the sweet aroma of cookies, feel the warmth of sunlight filling a cozy kitchen, and hear the laughter bubbling freely as you both played like kids. You wanted that life, filled with spontaneous joy, moments of silliness, and love that grew deeper with each adventure.

“I want all of that too,” you replied, inching a little closer to him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “And even more. I want travel and exploration, unexpected surprises, and lazy cuddles after long days. I want to build a home overflowing with love and laughter. But most importantly, I want to build that life with you.”

As the words tumbled out, BigPuffer chuckled softly, enveloping you in a warm embrace that felt like a promise and a shield against the world. “Then we’ll do it, because together, we can make our dreams even bigger than we imagined. I’m ready for every adventure, to face every challenge, and to cherish every mundane moment—forever if that’s what it takes.” 

His sincerity filled your heart with indescribable warmth, and you could feel a surge of possibilities blossoming in that sacred space shared only between the two of you. It was a promise forged not in perfection, but in the beautiful imperfection that life would inevitably bring. You could picture the laughter, the adventures, and yes, even the challenges, all creating a rich tapestry of a love story uniquely yours.

To the world, you were now husband and wife. But to each other, you were so much more: partners in every sense, co-authors of an epic tale brimming with possibilities, and entwined souls living in the promise of today and the dreams of tomorrow.

As the warm afternoon sun poured through the window, illuminating the room where I stood, the excitement was palpable. My sister flitted around me like a butterfly, adjusting the delicate veil that cascaded down my back, its lace edges kissed by pearls that shimmered with every little movement. The form-fitting, pearl-accented mermaid dress hugged my curves perfectly, reminiscent of the enchanting sea where mythical tales are made.

"Just a little more shimmy, sis!" she insisted, laughter bubbling up as I wiggled and twisted, trying to slip into the tight embrace of fabric that seemed to mold itself to my very essence. The sound of laughter resonated through the house, filling it with warmth and bliss as family and friends bustled about, eager to see the magic unfold.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of fitting and fidgeting, the transformation was complete. We shared a moment, filled with joy and nostalgia, as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. This was it—the day I would step into my forever with ElasticDroid, a moment I had always dreamed of since our fateful night on that Discord call.

With trembling hands, I reached for the delicate chain around my neck—a silver locket that held a tiny picture of that very first night we met in the digital ether. The memory flooded back, the way our laughter pinged off the walls of cyberspace, our shared enthusiasm for gaming and pop culture weaving a bond stronger than I had ever imagined. It was hard to believe how far we had come since those long nights filled with animated discussions and jovial banter, transformed into this day of celebration.

The sun streamed through the window, highlighting the ever-so-slight shimmer of my mermaid gown, while my sister’s voice snapped me back to the here-and-now. “You’re going to steal the show, you know that? ElasticDroid won’t be able to take his eyes off you!” She winked and handed me a small bouquet of hand-tied wildflowers—a colorful homage to our shared love for nature and our adventures in the great outdoors.

“Thanks, sis. I just… I can’t believe it’s really happening,” I said, feeling the weight of excitement and joy push me forward. She intertwined her arm with mine, and we made our way to the waiting guests, her laughter ringing like chimes in the gentle breeze. 

As I stood there, my heart danced with music—the gentle melody of "Constant as the Stars Above" began to flow through the air, its enchanting notes wrapping around me like a warm embrace. It felt fitting. After all, we had met during the moonlit hours, while the world outside simmered in a tranquil night, surrounded by the glow of our screens, sharing laughter, stories, and dreams.

I could hear the rustle of guests gathering outside, their whispers tinged with anticipation. With a final check in the mirror, I took a deep breath, the scent of fresh flowers swirling around me, blending with the sweet aroma of excitement. My sister gave me a reassuring nod, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"More than ever," I smiled, my heart racing with every single beat—like the flutter of wings in a serene night sky.

I walked toward the grand double doors that led to a garden adorned with fairy lights, where so many familiar faces awaited. Just beyond the threshold stood ElasticDroid, his eyes lit up like the stars under which we first connected—a beacon of love in a sea of memories. We were a blend of two worlds, with whimsical adventures woven into the fabric of our relationship.

With every step I took, the music swelled, and the world blurred around me. I could see his fond smile, the little quirks of joy dancing across his face as he took in the sight of me, the mermaid who had captured his heart. Memories flooded through my mind—late-night talks, adventures in pixelated worlds, and a friendship that blossomed into love in the most unexpected of places.

The guests hushed as I stepped into the light, and in that moment, it felt like time had paused. The garden was a tapestry of beauty—the sun dipped low, casting a golden hue upon everything, and the air was thick with love.

Heart pounding, I caught sight of ElasticDroid standing at the altar, framed by the beauty of the garden. He wore a tailored suit that seemed to suit him as perfectly as my dress did me. It was almost surreal, a blend of fantasy and reality, as if time had folded in on itself to make this dream tangible. His eyes sparkled with a mix of adoration and awe, and beneath the lights that danced like stars around us, I felt like I was floating toward him.

With each step, the world fell away; it was just us, two souls drawn together by the serendipitous threads of fate. The music swept around us, carrying our hearts higher with its playful melody as I reached the front. My sister placed my hand in ElasticDroid’s, and when our fingers intertwined, a rush of warmth pulsed through my veins—a blissful assurance of the journey that awaited us.

As our officiant wove together the threads of our journey, his voice resonated with warmth and familiarity. The guests leaned in, captivated by the narrative that unfolded, each word a brushstroke in the vivid painting of our love.

“Once upon a time,” he began, grinning at us both as a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, “two extraordinary souls found each other in the boundless universe of the internet. Our lovely bride and the dashing groom met under the glow of computer screens, trading banter and memes like it was a sacred art. Their friendship blossomed during those late-night gaming marathons, where teamwork and playful rivalry fused into laughter-soaked conversations that stretched for hours.”

As he spoke, images began to dance across my mind: endless nights where the world outside faded into oblivion while we conquered virtual realms; spontaneous dance-offs during idle game loading screens; shared playlists that showcased the soundtrack of our love. Each memory sparked like fireworks, lighting a path that led us to this very moment.

“Their love was built on a foundation of shared interests, mutual respect, and the rare ability to communicate like two stars in perfect alignment. They learned not only the complexities of gaming strategies but also the intricacies of each other’s hearts,” he continued, and I felt ElasticDroid squeeze my hand, his smile widening in recognition of our unique story woven from pixels and passion.

“It was during one of those gaming sessions,” he chuckled, “that ElasticDroid patiently taught our bride the fine art of strategy in a game she initially struggled with. Little did he know he was teaching her the ultimate strategy of life itself—patience, dedication, and the beauty of teamwork! And in doing so, he discovered the true treasure was the light that sparked between them—love igniting like a champion’s power-up.”

Our laughter mingled with the joyful shouts from family and friends, each face radiating happiness for us. Memories of inside jokes and shared triumphs surrounded us, turning an ordinary ceremony into a celebration of everything we had created together.

The officiant shifted his tone slightly, becoming more poignant as he shared our journey through the ups and downs. “Through distant time zones and the challenges of adulthood, their connection never wavered. If anything, it grew stronger. They learned to navigate life as a team—turning every challenge into a quest and every day into an adventure.”

His words painted the struggles we faced—long-distance challenges, late-night worries, and the uncertainty of the future—but each hurdle only fueled our desire to be together, to conquer life as partners in crime. The love that had blossomed through shared pixels became a radiant force that could weather any storm.

“But it wasn’t just their love for gaming that forged their bond,” he continued, his smile broadening. “It was their mutual love for nature, for exploring the great outdoors, for seeking beauty not only in virtual realms but also in the real world. Together, they created beautiful moments—hikes beneath towering trees, stargazing far from city lights, and quiet picnics where their laughter mingled with the whispers of the breeze.”

Each whisper of nature echoed in our hearts, reminding us of the times we spent wandering hand in hand through forests, the thrill of exploring together, and dreaming big under the vast heaven sprinkled with stars.

The officiant paused for dramatic effect, leaning closer, almost conspiratorially. “And then came the day—a day that changed everything. When ElasticDroid realized that losing to our bride at every game wasn’t about victory or defeat, but rather, about being present, sharing moments, and building a life together.”

We laughed, our eyes sparkling with mischief, reflecting the love we cherished. The officiant continued, “From that moment on, they became a team dedicated to not just conquering gaming worlds but also building a beautiful life side by side, every battle fought with love and laughter.”

He took a breath, shifting his tone to the tenderness that filled the air. “Today, we stand here to celebrate not just a bond forged through laughter and adventures, but a connection deepened by understanding and respect—a love that has transformed from pixels into something limitless. So, let us raise a glass to these two extraordinary souls who have found each other in this vast universe, and to a future filled with joy, adventure, and countless memories waiting to be created."

As I stood there, lost in the depths of ElasticDroid's soft, expressive gaze, the officiant’s voice faded into a warm hum, almost like a distant melody blending into a comforting background score. My heart swelled as I recalled the special moments, each one a thread woven into the rich tapestry of our love story—a narrative vibrant with laughter, surprises, and beautiful imperfections.

I took a deep breath, drawing strength from this electrifying atmosphere to prepare for the vows I had crafted from the very essence of my heart. “ElasticDroid,” I began, the hushed whispers of the guests fading into an intimate hush around us, “from the very first moment I heard your laugh on that fateful night, I knew you were someone special. You lit up my world in ways I had never comprehended were possible.”

A collective sigh of understanding fluttered through the audience; the sentiment resonated. I found myself taking a step closer, feeling a magnetic pull to express the depth of my affection. “Your laughter has this incredible power—a contagious joy that can lift me from my lowest days and transform them into something magical. You have an uncanny ability to find the bright side of any situation, even when the clouds of life seem heavy.”

ElasticDroid’s smile widened, and I matched it, feeling that warm glow radiate between us. My voice grew stronger as I continued, “The comfort I feel enveloped in your arms, especially after a long day, is an unparalleled sanctuary. It’s as if every worry dissipates into thin air, replaced by a profound sense of belonging and safety. I find solace in those quiet moments when words aren’t necessary; all I need is you.”

A few guests exchanged knowing smiles, witnessing the beautiful vulnerability of our connection. I pressed on, determined to honor the whimsical yet beautiful labyrinth of our relationship. “You are the only one who knows me so well, who surprises me with my favorite flowers, even before I realize I’m missing their vibrant presence. Your thoughtfulness never ceases to astonish me—you have this remarkable gift of knowing my heart, often before I even voice what it needs.”

I paused, allowing a rush of emotions to brew within me, the realization that I was sharing our story, our love, with everyone who mattered most around us. “You effortlessly blend the sweetness of life’s little treasures into every single day, whether it’s through unexpected gifts, our late-night gaming adventures, or simply watching the stars illuminate the sky next to me. Every moment spent with you becomes a cherished memory,” I continued.

His gaze never wavered, reflecting back the depth of our shared dreams and aspirations, and as I found my voice, the words seemed to tumble out of my heart. “You inspire me to be a better version of myself, one filled with laughter, curiosity, and adventure. You remind me daily of the beauty amidst the chaos in this world, and together, I believe we can navigate through anything,” I declared, my voice ringing with conviction.

“Today, I vow to embrace every quirk, celebrate every moment, and explore every corner of this amazing world with you,” I said, the weight of those words grounding me in a reality I had longed for—a shared life overflowing with laughter, love, and spontaneous adventures. “I promise to stand by you, to support you through all the victories and the challenges, and to create a home filled with warmth, joy, and countless treasures that remind us of everything that has brought us here today.”

With the finality of my vows delivered, I felt triumphant and vulnerable all at once, the moment lingering like the sweetness of summer rain. The world around us felt suspended, held in anticipation—a canvas reflecting a myriad of emotions.

As I turned to see ElasticDroid's eyes brim with tears of happiness, the officiant's voice broke the silence, guiding us into the next moment.

The officiant’s gentle encouragement hung in the air, a soft nudge for ElasticDroid to step forward into this moment of vulnerability and joy. The anticipation of everyone around us felt electric, the kind of charged emotion that wraps itself around a heart, urging it to beat louder.

ElasticDroid cleared his throat, and I could see a mixture of excitement and nervousness wash over him. “Wow,” he began, his voice slightly shaky but growing steadier with every word, “I always knew this day would come, but standing here in front of you all, especially you, my love, is more than I ever imagined.” 

He glanced at me, his eyes shimmering with sincerity, and I felt my heart swell. “When we first connected in that online game, I had no idea I was about to embark on an adventure that would change my life forever. You were just some random player I teamed up with, but as we shared countless late nights filled with laughter and virtual quests, I realized you were the missing piece of my heart.”

Everyone held their breath, entranced by his words, as if the very air around us shimmered with the significance of this moment. “You make me a better person,” he continued, his voice strong yet tender. “You inspire me daily with your kindness, your fierce determination, and your incredible ability to see beauty in everything around you, even on the hardest days.”

The laughter from gaming sessions echoed in my mind, memories of our style mismatches in virtual worlds converging with the day-to-day realities we had faced together. ElasticDroid had a unique way of finding the extraordinary in the mundane, and I felt a warmth bloom inside me as I recognized this shared understanding. 

“I promise to cherish every quirk that makes you who you are,” he said, a grin splitting his face. “From your goofy dance moves during our celebratory victories to those moments when you try to sneak flowers into my favorite games just to see me smile—every little piece of you adds up to a masterpiece I could never have dreamt of without you.”

With a pause, he took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts, and looked deep into my eyes. “You are my partner, my confidant, my player two in every aspect of life. I vow to stand by you through every adventure, whether it’s conquering new virtual realms or tackling life’s challenges together. I promise to be your shield when you need protection and your sword when we need to charge forward. You will always have my unwavering support and love.”

Tears glistened in his eyes, matching the ones that lingered on my own cheeks. The world felt infinitely small, containing only the two of us and the truth of our vows. “And just as we have grown together, I will continue to nurture our love and laughter for all the years to come. I promise that I will always celebrate your victories—and let’s be honest, I’ll probably celebrate mine too,” he chuckled, eliciting soft laughter from the crowd.

As he finished his vows, he stepped closer, taking my hands in his, the warmth of his touch grounding me further. “I’m yours, and I’m so excited to explore this next chapter with you. Together, let’s make magic, both in our own lives and in the universe we will create.”

The guests erupted into applause and cheers, their love and joy radiating like a warm embrace around us. I felt like we were standing at the edge of a great horizon, filled with unlimited possibilities. Every single word ElasticDroid had penned echoed the deep roots of our love—how we had thrived together through every adventure, challenge, and moment of sheer joy.

n that moment, surrounded by the love and support of our friends and family, I felt as if time itself had momentarily paused. The applause washed over us, each clap a celebration of our unique story, bonding us further in the vast sea of emotions. It was not merely a wedding; it was a gathering of souls who had witnessed our journey—from two players in a digital realm to partners in life, committed to navigating this world together.

The officiant’s voice rang out once more, breaking the reverie. “Now, it seems we have reached the moment many of you have been waiting for—the exchange of rings!” The audience chuckled, clearly as excited as we were. As we turned to face each other, I felt a rush of anticipation.

ElasticDroid reached into his pocket, producing a small velvet box. As he opened it, the glimmer of the rings inside caught the soft sunlight streaming in through the venue. It was not just a symbol of our union; it was a reminder of all the journeys we would undertake together, both in our everyday lives and the fantastical worlds we loved to explore.

I chose to go first, lifting the delicate band of polished silver out of the box. “This ring,” I began, my voice steady yet filled with emotion, “is a reflection of my unwavering love for you. May it remind you every day that you are cherished—not just for who you are, but for who we are together. As I place it on your finger, I promise I will always be right by your side, ready to cheer you on and embark on any adventure with you.”

With shaking hands, I slid the ring onto his finger. It fit perfectly, a symbol that felt like it was always meant to be there. The audience erupted in applause once more, their joy infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile as ElasticDroid gazed at the band with wonder.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, clearly touched. He took my ring, a stunning creation with intricate designs that intertwined like vines, symbolizing the way our lives had beautifully woven together. “This ring,” he spoke, infusing each word with deeper meaning, “represents our journey, each twist, turn, and shared moment, reminding you of my promise. Every time you look at it, may you know that my love for you grows stronger with every passing day. I promise to support your dreams, share in your joy, and stand resolute beside you in every challenge.”

As he placed the ring onto my finger, I felt the warmth of his promise envelop me, a sweet reminder of the commitments we had just voiced to one another. Our hands clasped together, the rings gleaming as symbols of our intertwined lives, a beautiful union grounded in trust, companionship, and laughter.

The officiant smiled, teetering on the edge of sincerity and joy. “By the power vested in me, it is my pleasure to pronounce you partners in life and in love. You may now kiss!” 

As our lips met, a wave of exhilaration washed over me, as if the entirety of our love poured forth into that one beautiful moment. The applause surged again, echoing in harmony with our hearts. As we pulled away, our laughter mingled with the cheers of our friends, and I was reminded that this day was not just ours; it belonged to everyone who had supported us on our journey.

After the ceremony, we moved into a lively celebration filled with joyful conversations, heartfelt toasts, and the spirit of love that enveloped the entire gathering. We shared our favorite stories with friends old and new, recounting memorable moments from our gaming adventures, trips to unexpected places, and the tiny little quirks that had woven our lives together. Each laugh and smile simply reaffirmed the magic of our bond.

As I caught ElasticDroid’s eye across the room, joy bubbled within me, and I knew this was just the beginning. Like characters in an ever-unfolding narrative, we were set to explore the multiverse of our dreams, fears, and triumphs together—a co-op in this universe we were creating.

The dance floor beckoned, brightly lit and welcoming, as familiar tunes spun around us like the galaxies of our favorite games. I took ElasticDroid's hand, pulling him toward the revelry. The dance floor became our stage, where we twirled, laughed, and moved in sync as if the world melted away, leaving just the rhythm of our hearts and the magic of the moment.

Underneath that canopy of stars strung above us,our laughter mingled with the music, creating a symphony of joy that echoed through the air. It felt as though we had been transported to another realm, one where time held no meaning and happiness was our only quest. Each twirl brought us closer, our movements fluid and synchronized as if we were dancing to the very beat of our hearts.

ElasticDroid spun me out, my dress flowing around me like a cascade of petals, then pulled me back with a playful grin. “You know,” he mused, “I think we’ve just unlocked a new dance level!” His playful spirit was contagious, and I found myself laughing even harder, lost in the euphoric blur of the moment.

As the music transitioned into a softer melody, our movements became slower, more intimate. We intertwined our fingers, gazing into each other’s eyes, recognizing the depth of the love we had for one another. “I never knew how magical this moment would be,” I whispered, the soft glow from the string lights casting a dreamlike aura around us.

ElasticDroid smiled, his eyes reflecting the flickering lights. “Every day with you feels like a new adventure—an epic quest where I get to explore the depths of love and companionship. Who knew our journey would lead us here?” 

Our shared laughter felt like the sweetest reward, a treasure far greater than any prize we had ever chased in those digital worlds we loved. It was a glorious liberation, pure and uncomplicated, filled with warmth and promises of a lifetime ahead. We danced like no one was watching, inventing our own steps, allowing the music’s rhythm to guide us.

Before long, I spotted our friends joining us on the dance floor, each bringing their own vibrancy and joy to the celebration. They formed a circle around us, clapping and cheering, their voices blending into the chorus of the song, amplifying our happiness. “You two are fabulous!” a familiar voice shouted from the crowd, and I couldn’t help but beam with pride.

As the song faded, ElasticDroid pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Shall we take a little break?” he suggested, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “I think we’ve burned through enough energy to earn a couple of magic potions,” he added, gesturing towards the refreshment table filled with colorful drinks.

We stepped out of the crowded dance floor, the vibrant lights dimming as we moved toward the tables. I spotted an array of delightful treats: sparkling juices, elegantly crafted finger foods, and even a cake that seemed like a work of art, adorned with delicate designs that mirrored the intricacies of our journey.

“Look at that cake!” I exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement. It was a three-tiered masterpiece adorned with intricate designs inspired by our favorite games—pixelated hearts, iconic gaming symbols, and our initials intertwined within a beautiful floral arrangement. 

ElasticDroid chuckled, “Seems like somebody knew we were going to party hard today!” He poured two glasses of sparkling juice and raised one with a mischievous grin. “To many more adventures, love!”

“To us!” I replied, clinking my glass against his, the sound like tiny chimes of joy. We took a sip, the sweetness of the drink contrasting perfectly with the effervescence of the moment, and I felt exhilaration bubbling up inside me.

With our drinks in hand, we strolled through the venue, enjoying the echoed laughter and energy of the celebration. Everywhere I looked, I saw smiles and shared delight, the community around us joining in this beautiful moment of union. Friends gathered, silly poses taken, and countless “selfies” captured—the snapshots of joy that would forever remind us of this day.

As the evening unfolded, the dancing resumed, and we found ourselves swept up in a whirlwind of movement once more. ElasticDroid caught me off guard with an energetic spin, and as we dove back into the rhythm, I felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude for every twist and turn that had led us here.

Underneath the vast canopy of strung stars, in a world of dreams and a sea of love, we continued to dance, weaving a tapestry of memories that would last a lifetime. This was our life now—a shared adventure where every day would hold the promise of new quests, laughter, and unconditional love—our greatest treasure of all.

As the sun began to rise over Palm Beach, its golden rays danced across the gentle waves, creating a shimmering path that led straight to the horizon. The scent of salt and the soothing sound of the ocean filled the air, blending harmoniously with the excitement that buzzed within the tent set up for the wedding ceremony. The vibrant colors of the flowers arranged all around added to the beauty of this special day – a day filled with love, memories, and joy.

Inside the nearby beachfront cottage, you were surrounded by warmth and laughter. Your mother, a beacon of encouragement, and Grizzy's younger sister, brimming with enthusiasm, worked diligently to crimp your hair into delicate waves that cascaded down your back. The room was filled with laughter, as your mom shared fond memories of your journey together, weaving in the beautiful threads of your first meeting.

"Remember the first time you two jammed together?" she laughed, crimping a final section. "You both couldn't stop giggling at each other’s goofy dance moves! Who would've thought that those silly moments would lead you to this very day?"

You smiled, placing a hand on your heart, recalling vividly that magical day when music first brought you together. It was at a local café, a humble place alive with the spirit of aspiring artists. Grizzy had been strumming his guitar, lost in the melodies, when your voice unexpectedly joined him, echoing through the cozy space. From that moment on, the two of you were inseparable, bringing out the best in each other through laughter and music—sharing late-night songwriting sessions and dreams of tomorrow.

Amidst the preparations, excitement and a hint of nervousness bubbled up within you. You closed your eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply, letting the smell of coconut and sea breeze wash over you. Today was the culmination of years spent learning and growing together, a testament to the bond you had forged. 

Your dress hung nearby, simple yet elegant, adorned with delicate lace that whispered tales of romance. The soft fabric glimmered in the light, awaiting the moment it would wrap around you, becoming part of your story. Your mom noticed your gaze and smiled softly. "You look so beautiful already, darling. Just wait until Grizzy sees you."

At that moment, a gentle knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. It was Grizzy's sister, a wide grin on her face. “The guests are starting to arrive, and I think I just saw Grizzy trying to find a last-minute way to sneak a peek!” she giggled, her excitement infectious.

Once your hair was done and your makeup was lightly brushed on, you slipped into your dress. With each delicate twirl, you envisioned walking down the aisle, your heart pounding with anticipation, your family and friends beaming with joy. The gentle rush of waves mixed with the distant sound of music created a magical ambiance that left your heart fluttering.

As the music played and your mom finally clasped the necklace around your neck—a family heirloom that had graced the neck of generations—you felt an overwhelming wave of emotion. This was it. So many moments led to this beautiful culmination where music, love, and passion intertwined.

With a last check in the mirror, you felt a surge of confidence. "Alright, let’s go make some unforgettable memories," you laughed, looking at everyone with sparkling eyes.

Together, you stepped out of the cottage, feeling the soft sand beneath your feet as you walked towards the aisle flanked by blooming flowers and the gentle sound of the surf. There, at the end, stood Grizzy, his eyes twinkling as he brims with pride and love.

With every step you took toward Grizzy, the sounds of the beach faded into a soft murmur, as though the world around you had paused in reverence. The vibrant colors of the flowers painted a vivid tapestry against the backdrop of the deep blue ocean, their sweet fragrance mingling with the salty air. Your heart raced, each beat echoing the love and history that had led you to this very moment.

Grizzy stood there at the altar, looking dapper in his light linen suit, his hair tousled by the sea breeze, and a smile that could melt the fiercest of storms. His gaze was fixed on you, unwavering, filled with a mix of awe and emotion. It was a look that spoke volumes—years of laughter, love, challenges, and triumphs reflected back at you in his warm brown eyes.

As you reached the front, the officiant—a close friend who had witnessed your love story unfold—offered you both a reassuring smile, grounding you in the present. The gentle waves lapped rhythmically at the shore, creating a soothing melody, a perfect backdrop to the vows you were about to share.

Grizzy took your hand, and in that simple gesture, you felt a surge of warmth, as if the sun itself were embracing you two. The officiant began, his voice calm and steady, guiding you through the ceremony. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two beautiful souls who found love through music and creativity...”

You exchanged glances, remembering the countless nights spent writing songs together, the way you harmonized with one another in life as you did in music. The journey had not always been easy—there were times you felt the strain of life’s challenges—but through it all, your connection only grew stronger, like a melody that evolved yet never lost its essence.

When it was time for your vows, you took a deep breath and prepared to share the depths of your heart. “Grizzy,” you began, your voice trembling slightly with emotion, “from the moment we met, my life changed in ways I never dreamed possible. You are my partner, my confidant, and my greatest inspiration. With you, I found not just a love, but a true best friend. I promise to support your dreams, to create music with you, to laugh with you in joy, and comfort you in sorrow. I vow to always strive to be the best version of myself for you and to love you unconditionally.”

Tears glistened in your eyes as you finished, and a smile broke across Grizzy's face. You could see the reflection of your shared journey in his gaze, the emotions swirling between you, filling the space with love that felt tangible.

As you stepped back, feeling emotions swell in the air, it was Grizzy's turn to share his vows, and the anticipation felt electric. He took a moment, his eyes softening as they locked onto yours, as if he were capturing every essence of you in that gaze.

Grizzy returned your gaze, his usually playful demeanor softened by the weight of the moment. “You are the melody to my life, the harmony that makes everything feel complete. Every day with you is a new adventure, more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. I promise to always be there for you, to create memories, and write new songs together on this journey of love. I vow to listen, to learn, and to celebrate all the moments, big and small, with you by my side.”

A wave of emotion washed over both of you, as if the ocean had risen to embrace your vows. With sincerity and laughter hanging in the air around you, you could feel the love reaching out to all your friends and family witnessing this moment.

“Today, standing here with you, I can honestly say that you are my everything,” he began, his voice steady yet filled with raw emotion. “From our first spontaneous jam session where we couldn’t stop laughing, to the quiet moments we’ve shared in the depths of night, you’ve taught me the true meaning of love. You’ve shown me that music isn’t just notes on a page; it's the story we create together—the highs, the lows, the moments that make us feel alive.”

Your heart swelled as he spoke, each word a note that played in harmony with the music of your life together. “I promise to always encourage your dreams, to dance with you in the kitchen at midnight, to laugh at your jokes even when they’re not funny, and to stand by your side through every storm and every sunny day. I vow to create a life filled with laughter and music, always holding your hand and cherishing every moment we get to share."

The emotions in the air felt palpable as Grizzy continued, “You make me a better man, and I am so grateful for the love that we share. I promise to be your greatest fan, the one who hears your songs and feels your heart. I will always love you deeply, fiercely, and without reservation, each day renewing my promise to love you more than the day before.”

As he ended, his eyes shimmered with unshed tears, mirroring your own. The silence that followed was filled with a beautiful stillness, a moment suspended in time where the universe seemed to celebrate the purity of your love.

With a heartfelt smile, you moved closer to Grizzy, understanding that this was more than just a ritual—it was an affirmation of everything you had built together. The officiant looked between the two of you, his expression warm and encouraging. “Now, if I may ask you to exchange rings, symbols of your unbreakable bond,” he said.

You retrieved the delicate band you had chosen for Grizzy, engraved with musical notes that told a story of its own. As you slipped it onto his finger, you proclaimed, “With this ring, I give you my heart and the melody of my soul. Let it always remind us of the love we create together.”

Then it was Grizzy’s turn, and as he placed the ring on your finger, he said, “With this ring, I promise to keep writing our song together, verse by verse, for the rest of my life. You are my love, my heart, and my forever muse.”

As Grizzy's words hung in the air, resonating with the energy of promise and hope, the officiant smiled broadly, and the crowd erupted into joyous applause. The sound washed over you like the gentle waves lapping at the shore, invigorating your spirit and filling your heart to the brim with happiness.

“By the power vested in me,” the officiant continued, his voice booming with excitement, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride!”

In that moment, the world around you faded into a blur. It was just you and Grizzy, your hearts beating in perfect sync. You leaned in closer, a flood of emotions surging through you, and you could feel every eye on you, watching as you sealed your vows with a kiss.

As your lips met, the warmth of the sun seemed to brighten, illuminating the love you shared. The kiss was tender and electrifying; it felt like all the music you had ever created together—each note, each lyric, coming together to form a beautiful crescendo of love. Cheers erupted, and you could hear laughter mixed with happy tears from your friends and family, creating a soundtrack that would forever echo in your memories.

When you finally pulled apart, both breathless and smiling, Grizzy lifted you off the ground playfully, twirling you around as the crowd cheered even louder. You felt like you were floating, your heart soaring with elation. 

The officiant, still smiling, declared, “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Grizzy!” 

More applause followed, and as you walked down the aisle—hand in hand, heart in heart—you felt an overwhelming wave of love wash over you. The ocean breeze danced playfully around you, as if the world itself was celebrating this beautiful union.

Your friends and family surrounded you, showering you with warm wishes and congratulatory hugs. Each embrace felt like a note in a grand symphony, a testament to the love and support that enveloped you. Your heart swelled with gratitude as you caught glimpses of familiar faces, all filled with joy for your new journey together.

As you walked hand in hand toward the shimmering waves, the sun hung low in the sky, painting the horizon with hues of lavender and gold. Each step felt like a whimsical dance, the soft sand beneath your feet adding to the sense of magic enveloping the entire moment. 

Once you reached the water’s edge, Grizzy playfully splashed you, the cool seawater refreshing and invigorating against your sun-kissed skin. You squealed in surprise, laughter bubbling up from deep within you. “Oh, you’re going to regret that!” you teased, shaking your wet hair like a playful puppy.

Grizzy, with his trademark grin, took a few steps back but couldn’t help but inch closer again, his excitement infectious. “What are you going to do, tickle me?!” he joked, holding his hands up in mock defense. “I’m too quick for you!” 

“Oh, is that a challenge?” you quipped back, taking a couple of playful lunges at him. In an instant, he turned and sprinted down the beach, the sound of your laughter echoing in the salty air as you chased after him.

As he looked back over his shoulder, his laughter rang like joyous music, and you found yourself mesmerized by the sight of him—the way the sun highlighted his tousled hair, the way his carefree spirit seemed to light up the entire beach. You reveled in the sheer happiness of the moment, your heart full of newfound joy. 

After a few minutes of friendly chasing, you both collapsed into the sand, breathless from laughter, your sides aching and your hearts soaring. “Okay, okay! Let’s take some pictures before I drown you in the ocean,” you declared, playfully nudging him. 

Grizzy chuckled and wiped the saltwater from his face, nodding enthusiastically as he pulled out his phone. “Alright, let’s capture these memories! But first, tell me the funniest face you can make.”

As he held the camera up, you transformed your expression into an exaggerated pout, poking your cheeks out like a fish. Grizzy roared with laughter and quickly snapped the picture. “That’s definitely a keeper!” 

He then turned the camera toward himself, adopting an impossible combination of wide eyes and a goofy grin. You couldn’t help but double over in laughter at his antics. The air was filled with joy as you continued to strike goofy poses, jumping in the air, pretending to fall into the water, and huddling for dramatic “action” shots, all while trying to avoid getting drenched again.

“Let’s take a romantic one now!” Grizzy suggested, finally regaining his composure. You both posed closely together, his arm draped around your shoulder, faces beaming with love. Just as he was about to snap the picture, you leaned in and kissed his cheek, making a silly face for good measure. The camera clicked, capturing the epitome of happiness and spontaneity—two souls completely in sync.

“This is going to be one of my favorites,” he said, scrolling through the snapshots while beaming at the silly expressions. “I love how we can just be ourselves together, even on a day like today.”

As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, the world around you transformed into a magical twilight. You knew you would cherish these moments forever. 

“Let’s make a promise to always embrace our silly sides, no matter what life throws our way,” you suggested, feeling warmth radiate from him as you leaned back slightly, looking into his eyes.

Grizzy smiled softly and nodded, his demeanor shifting to one of sincerity. “I promise,” he said, seriousness infusing his voice. “Life is too short not to have fun, and sharing these moments with you means the world to me.”

You both turned back to the ocean, where the waves danced gracefully under the fading light, and in that serene moment, you felt deeply connected—not just to each other, but to the adventure that lay ahead.

“Alright, one last picture!" Grizzy said, excitedly pulling you closer once more. You stood with your arms wrapped around each other, the sound of the waves crashing in the background, a bond forged in laughter and love, captured for eternity through the lens.

“3…2…1!” Click! 

As he glanced at the final picture, “This one is definitely the cover for our adventure story!” he exclaimed. 

Together, you gazed at the beautiful ocean beyond, knowing that with every wave and every sunset, new adventures awaited you both. Hand in hand, you turned back toward the party, hearts full and smiles broad, ready to create even more joyful memories with those you loved.

As you and Grizzy made your way back toward the vibrant festivities, the sound of laughter and music filled the air, weaving a tapestry of joy that blended harmoniously with the whispers of the ocean waves. The warm glow of string lights adorned the reception area, twinkling like stars brought down from the night sky, creating a magical atmosphere that embraced everyone present.

Friends and family were gathered, sharing stories and raising glasses in celebration of love. The sight was heartwarming—your loved ones, smiles on their faces, dancing and engaging in animated conversations as if the happiness from the day had infused them with newfound energy.

“Let’s make a grand entrance!” Grizzy suggested, mischief sparkling in his eyes once more. You giggled, loving how effortlessly he could turn any moment into an adventure. “On the count of three, we burst in and raise our arms like we’re champions! Ready?”

“Absolutely! Let’s show them how it’s done!” you replied, an infectious enthusiasm building between you.

“One… Two… THREE!” 

With that, you both burst through the entrance, arms raised triumphantly. The crowd turned, surprised, but quickly erupted into cheers. Grizzy shouted playfully, “We just got married, everyone! Let’s celebrate!” 

The applause and laughter enveloped you, and your hearts swelled with love. You exchanged a victorious glance, both marveling at how this moment felt like the culmination of all the joyful memories you had created together thus far.

As the evening unfolded, you and Grizzy welcomed a flurry of well-wishes from guests, each celebration reflecting the bonds you held dear. Your friends began to sing a song dedicated to your union, their voices harmonizing beautifully under the starry sky.

At one point, someone pulled out a karaoke machine, and laughter erupted as your friends encouraged you and Grizzy to take the stage. “Come on, you two! Show us some of that famous duet magic!” your friend shouted. 

Grizzy grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the mic. “We can’t let them down! Let’s do this!”

With a mock-serious look, he leaned into the mic and declared, “This first song goes out to all the lovebirds in the crowd!” Then he pointed at you with a grin. “Especially my wife!”

You took a deep breath, adrenaline rushing through you, and together you began to sing a playful love song that talked about all the silly moments you'd shared. The crowd cheered and sang along, clapping to the beat as you belted out lyric after lyric, laughter spilling joyously in between the verses.

As the song came to an end, you both finished with a flourish, raising your arms once more, and the audience burst into applause. The moment felt electric, filled with laughter and affection that wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

Afterward, you tackled the dance floor, where Grizzy spun you around with exuberance, effortlessly guiding you through the moves as if you were performing for your own private concert. Every step was filled with love, and with every twirl, the worries of the world faded away. 

You took a break after one particularly spirited dance and plopped down onto one of the chairs surrounding the dance floor. Grizzy joined you, looking equally breathless and exhilarated. “Wow, I didn’t know we could get so many people out of their seats!” he laughed, wiping sweat from his brow.

“I think we just brought the party to life!” you replied, your cheeks flushed with joy. “But there’s still more to come. We have to live it up and make every moment count!”

As the evening progressed, you found yourselves in a heartwarming circle of family and friends, sharing stories of mischief and love, indulgent laughter filling the air. Your Aunt Sally shared a hilarious tale from your childhood, where she recounted your attempts at “fishing” in a plastic kiddie pool, complete with inflatable fish. Everyone leaned in closer, chuckling at the good-natured ribbing and fond memories.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere turned even more enchanting with a surprise firework display that illuminated the night sky in bursts of color. You and Grizzy stood together, your arms wrapped around each other, as the fireworks danced above, exploding in shapes that seemed to mirror the exuberance in your hearts. 

“This is perfection,” Grizzy whispered, his voice full of emotion. “I couldn’t have asked for a better way to start our journey together.”

You smiled, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you. “You’re right. This is a night I will always cherish—our wedding, a celebration of us and all the adventures we haven’t yet experienced.”

As the last firework fizzled out, a soft hush fell over the crowd, followed by rumbling applause and cheers. You turned toward Grizzy, catching his gaze filled with warmth and promise. The glimmer of the stars above reflected the dreams you shared; a future carved from love, laughter, and an unbreakable bond.

“Here’s to our next adventure!” you proclaimed, tapping your glasses together and sealing it with a kiss, a toast to a journey that had only just begun.

And as the night continued with laughter, dancing, and heartfelt connections, you felt the beauty of your love story unfolding, just as surely as the waves washed upon the shore—bold, vibrant, and full of endless possibilities.

[psychomusic]

meet doctor leptis ferrer, also known as fixer nine!

he collaborated with cipher thirteen on a few crucial missions, but his most important aspect is his research.

his backstory before becoming a fixer + some worldbuilding of his home planet under the cut!

he was born on niamos, that, at the time, was shifting from being a planet with its people inhabiting it to the Space Beach™ we know from andor. amidst this changing environment, little leptis was born.

niamos was divided into three main groups of people. the natives; the tourists, who were growing in number, but only stayed temporarily; and the offworlders who settled down and started to run mainly tourism-centered business. the niamos people, called avile, still ruled over the planet, having their own political organizations that excluded the newcomers. aviles allowed the offworlders to settle down in their certain parts of their lands only because that generated profit through taxes, but they weren't allowed to fully integrate in their society nor leave the permitted areas under any circumstances.

actually, the aviles allowed these settlements rather recently, after a series of revolts in the lower classes. in theory, their system was a democracy - in practice, only rich enough people could afford to become politicians, because there was no retribution for it. so, they decided to allow newcomers to settle in, with a tax, that would be used for the retribution of political positions. the more people started moving to niamos, the more new positions could get paid.

(quick colored sketch of a part of their territory - pardon the ugly af buildings but i hate drawing them)

when the initial wave of new politicians from the lower classes got into the system, they started turning the system into a full, direct democracy, reform by reform. most roles were assigned by casual drawing from a list of volunteers, and no one could keep their chair longer than a year in every position. but, after the initial wave of openness and inclusion, things changed.

initially, there weren't any laws on citizenship or access to politics. it wasn't explicitly said that offworlders couldn't partake in politics, so when they began taking interest in it, with political programs that addressed their needs and problems, the natives started to fear that their flourishing tourism business would change the political balance they had reached. many feared that, in the span of a few generations, the niamos would be governed by the interests of the tourist business, that attracted visitors (and their money) from many star systems.

so, they started to legislate. to be a niamos citizen, one had to be born in a family of niamos people, quite obviously. at first, children born of mixed parents weren't allowed citizenship, and weren't even really a thing. but as the offworlders areas grew larger, and more offworlders settled on niamos, some protests arose.

then, they had to change the legislation. they were a people with a strong and deeply felt culture - they decided to use it as a base to legislate further. the niamos had many rites and trials, and a complex language, called caile. one would become citizen only by successfully passing all the trials, partaking in all the rites, and fully learning the language.

the first trial was a long pilgrimage with a wooden boat (and an animal) to an island. this allowed the child (around 6-7 y.o.) to go to school, where they could learn the language. this first trial was easy for any "full" avilec child to pass, as they traveled around the various islands of their world on a daily basis. offworlders, however, were still confined into one section of a bigger island. this allowed only children who spent enough time sailing with their avilec parent to pass the test.

then, they would be allowed into a school that would teach them how to read and write. the school, though, only taught in avilec language - so, the children already had to speak caile at home, to be able to pass the tests at the end of the year. after that, it mostly got easier - one would study the niamos history, and was asked to partake in every smaller rite that tightened the community and better integrated the new members.

around 18, though, to become a legal adult, there was another trial (here, it granted access to vote and independence. then, as one got older, they'd have to pass a trial to be able to volunteer and be elected for each position - the age grew with the importance of the role, but the difficulty of the trials only decreased). it was a relatively simple trial: it was a boat pilgrimage around every island in the archipelago - something anyone could do.

but leptis failed it.

when he was around 14 years old, he went on a boat pilgrimage with his family to reach a sacred island in front of the offworlders' sector. there, a young sea monster who had lost its way attacked him. he clenched his big jaw on his body - the monster's mouth was big enough to cover his entire torso and get a good grip anyway. as his family panicked, from the shore, some tourists saw the scene and called for help, and help arrived in the form of medics on a speeder and an offworlder with a gun, who shot the beast, who immediately lost its grip on leptis.

the offworlders' hospitals, with special legislation, were open to everyone. it was the only thing the niamos paid a tax for, as they recognized that the offworlders' medicine was better than theirs for some things. they did mostly go to their old medics, but when that failed, they relied on those hospitals as well. knowing that no niamos medic could save their son, his parents allowed him to be taken away with the speeder.

in his parents' eyes, his survival was a miracle, and they accepted it without questions. instead, little leptis began wanting to know how he was saved. so he began studying medicine. he devoted himself to the subject. even as he ruined his connection to the rest of the community (he stopped partaking to the rites - he wasn't forced to go, as both his parents were aviles, and nobody thought a niamos would stop partaking in the rites, so there weren't any rules on that) he kept on studying.

when he turned 18, he had to leave his studies to complete the trial. he was doing well, as everyone always did, until he reached the spot where he was attacked. he never went back there since the incident. suddenly, he relived all of it again, and couldn't move anymore. he was paralyzed by the flashback, and trembled heavily as he realized that there was a wound the doctors hadn't healed. unable to continue, he failed the trial.

no avile had ever failed the trial, but the law seemed clear - he couldn't have access to politics, and wouldn't become an adult. he became an outcast - his peers continued their lives while he was forced out of it, forced to depend on his parents, forever. but mostly, he started to have trouble dealing with the incident like he never had. he was distressed and tense, and couldn't sleep properly. he went back to the medics, and they told him he had ptsd - and that they couldn't do much about it. that shocked him - they saved his organs from failing and stitched his broken body back together in ways that would seem impossible to comprehend, but they couldn't do nothing to heal his hurt brain?

so that became his research interest.

[nogenderbee]

Hello!

May I request Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri and Nagi with an artist s/o?

Sure! I did small oneshots based on reader being artist since I figured it'll be more interesting than headcanons that'd most likely repeat... either way, I hope you like it!

Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi with artist!reader

TagList: @miya-akane

Isagi really liked to see you paint. He found it amazing how you can make something so amazing with just brush and paint, it was only natural he wanted to see the process with his own eyes.

He always kept his distance tho... he didn't wanted to interrupt you or make you uncomfortable with his presence after all... so he was usually just sitting like 5 meters or so away from you to give you personal space you need.

But if you don't mind him being closed he'd love to sit right behind you. Like that he can watch you paint and hug you from behind at the same time!

"It's pretty... are you drawing scenery behind the window?"

"Yes, how did you know? These are just few shapes for now!"

"I know, I guess I'm getting a hang of your style~"

He said with a small proud smile on his face. He wasn't hiding how proud he was that he's finally getting used to your style in both paintings and sketches.

He likes to just put his head on your shoulder and rest there as he watches you swiftly moving your hand that's holding a brush, amazingly mixing all the colors into beautiful painting~

Bachira has really bad habit of being huge distraction when you're painting... so of course that's what he's also doing right now. You're a patient person so him practicing his play is silence wouldn't be a problem, or even if he tried having a chat with you.

Both if those options were happening but there was also him accidentally throwing his ball at you. That's what happened just now. His ball knocked the brush off your hand. Luckily it was just water on it so your floor or carpet was not damaged.

"Sorry Y/N! Try being more careful next time~"

"Bachira, I don't mind you practicing but can you let me paint?"

"I am! All I'm saying is that you'd notice it coming you if payed a little more attention to me."

"I will after I finish."

"Hm... how long it'll be untill you're done?"

He leaned behind you, now your head being next to each other as he looked at the painting proudly and yet, so impatiently.

"I just started. I'm gonna need at least 3 hours more."

"Then I'll go grab us something... do you want anything? I'm gonna make quick run to shop!"

Chigiri just finished taking a bath so he was now drying his hair with dryer while you were still stuck in your sketch... he didn't mind it, he kept doors from bathroom open in case you wanted something from him or the other way around, that way you won't have to yell to get a message.

But you were taking quick looks at him... he really didn't mind, he was simply curios about what you could possibly be doing there.

So as soon as he finished drying his hair, he came up to you. He didn't meant to startle you but it's what he has done... it was by pure accident tho!

"Y/N? Can I know what are you drawing this time?"

In response, he was met with small jump that caused your sketchbook to fall onto the floor. Of course, as a gentleman he is, he picked it up for you but was stopped when he noticed you were sketching him!

"Were you..."

"I can explain!"

"It's alright, I'm glad to know you find me pretty enough to draw me."

He finally gave you back the sketchbook with small smile while your face had smaller or bigger blush.

Even after few minutes he was still smiling at the thought of you having him in your sketchbook. That was when he realized... maybe he could have your sketch hang above his bed or desk if you agree? That surely would be a nice memory!

Nagi was just laying on your bed, playing his games while you were drawing something. He was focusing on his game so he wasn't interrupting you at all! And two of you were in comfortable silence~

Then you could hear sound from your boyfriend's phone, symbolizing he lost... which was also confirmed by the groan he let out soon after.

He was tempted to try beat that level again but he realized there was a long time since he checked on you. He wasn't feeling like getting up so he just called out for you.

"Hey... what are you painting this time?"

"Just scenery."

"Mhm... when will you be done?"

"Maybe hour or two... I still have a lot to do."

He let out another groan with only made you chuckle. You knew well he was clingy, so that groan could only symbolize one thing... he wanted to cuddle but he was too lazy to get up and take you by force. Nothing new but that's really why you love him~

"If you want a hug or so you can come and get it, you know?"

"I'm gonna let you finish your painting and go back to my game... you'll owe me so extra cuddles later."

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[shibusawaz]

So, your Madoka Kaname drawing looks amazing, and as a traditional artist, I was trying to observe to see if I could learn from your drawing.

One thing that stuck out to me was the shading and outlines.

How do you shade so well? How do you know which colors to use, and where to use them? Same question goes for outlines, too.

hihihihiii!! first of all thank u so much, im rlly flattered that u were so impressed 🫶🫶 im honestly really surprised how much attention my drawing got gyuh

anyways!! the picture i referenced was from the crash fever x pmmm crossover, so it’s by no means completely original. here’s the side by side comparison of the (cropped) og image vs in my sketchbook!!

so, most of the actual shading decisions and placements are from the original work. however, i had to change up the colors a bit because of the selection i had. (please note that my version is also darker because of lighting and iphone picture quality 😭😭)

also, for most of my drawings i follow the call of the wind (make guesses) and fufill the prophecies (keep adding more colors until it looks okay)

that being said, below the cut is a full coloring walkthrough if you’re still interested!!

please note that this is much smaller scale and done in less time (took an hour instead of two days 😨) so the quality will be a bit less!!

alright. so let’s say we wanna draw this image, but we tweaked it a bit because drawing BOTH eyes was too much of a hassle.

after you clean your sketch, the best thing to do is open with an outline that’s not QUITE black but close to it.

now, i have a rule. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE remember this rule: you can use ANY color. for your outline, shading, whatever. it doesn’t have to match the reference.

if you are using this as a genuine tutorial, please know that i change colors every fucking time i draw. i change mediums too. this is only the process i used for my madoka drawing (as best as i can remember)

cuz, like my art teacher said, you have this thing called artistic license, which means you have the right to change whatever the FUCK you want if you think it makes your drawing better. make her purple, give her one ponytail, whatever. as long as you can make it work, have fun!!

anyways. next, go over that outline with other dark colors of different hues. there’s no rhyme or reason, it’s just fun.

after, place your highlights on the hair. i used cream instead of the pastel pink in the original because i like cream better and it adds more hues.

usually, i start with the darkest value instead for shading as it’s more vibrant, but madoka doesn’t have any really standout dark tones. it’s okay though i love her

then, you gotta go in with base colors. simple pink and peach yada yada

listen, quick reminder: YOUR BASE COLORS DON’T MATTER AS LONG AS YOU CAN STILL ADD ONTO THEM!!!

just pick a light base close to the original. don’t agonize over it. apply lightly and gently in circular motions, and you’ll be okay!!

next, we adjust the tone of the hair. i wanted a cooler toned pink, so i added amethyst. i also added a bit to the stray eye.

after, adjust your tone more as needed. again, any color goes. the means justify the ends, and if you end up adding some blue or yellow or whatever then good!! go bonkers with it. i used vermillion.

next, add shading blocks (referenced from the original image!) in a color that’s light enough to blend in more but dark enough to see (amethyst is my favorite for this, and i use it a lot!!) you can also add extra shading in some areas to give it some personality.

after THAT, blend in your shading a bit more with your base colors. by this point you should be pressing down a lot to get the pigment you want. i think for her skin i added beige instead of peach in this step, but that’s also what i did for the above drawing.

the purpose of this is to mute your colors a bit so they fit together more. however, if you want it to pop, you don’t have to add another base color!!

i also went over the outlines with the base color to lighten them and even out the drawing. i do that with almost every step, as needed. follow your heart on that one

also, i gave her a little bit of blush in that step. just because.

ok, so now is the fun part. for the hair and any accessories/clothes/things of the same texture, add random streaks of random colors.

yeah, go ahead, add orange, blue, yellow, whatever. it’s best if it’s of the same value (aka darkness) so it fits in with the base color, but it can be anything!!

you don’t have to do this, but it’s fun.

also, i shaded the eye too offscreen. same process, because pmmm’s style has a very flat texture on characters. thus, it’s okay to use the same shading technique.

now, we can do the same with accessories!! these are simpler and i honestly got too lazy to even reference for the scarf because the hair was the main focus.

finally, add little details, clean up anything you don’t like, and do whatever you want with it!!

that’s all i do for shading, and i hope it helped a bit. i mainly work with pen and paint markers, but the process is the same aside from tweaking parts.

just remember:

its your art do whatever the fuck you want

LAYER LAYER LAYER fix anything by adding new things

it doesnt have to be perfect yada yada

fun color = fun drawing

it doesnt have to look like the picture because thats boring and you wont learn if you try and carbon copy everything you see

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[stormio2407]

Ello! ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ♥️ Im secretly a big fan of your art work and was wondering if you'll do a tutorial on how you make your art work, I love them all very much 💞

Oh, thank you. 🙇🙇 I’m so glad to hear that! And sure, I can make a tutorial real quick. :))

1.) Before I start doing any art, I do this to my canvas. Having a solid fill layer on color burn with low opacity gives a nice outline effect on your pen. As someone who sucks at putting lineweight at the right spots this is a life saver (or if you want to make your linework better, that works too.lol) All color bases and renderings stay above the lineart layer on multiply (I also use clipping mask a lot for rendering.)

2.) I give myself some time to research for poses on Pinterest. If I can’t find anything, I use Magic Poser on my iPad to make all of the poses.

This is a link for the web version.

Here is also the link to the brushes I always use for my drawings.

I’m going to use this old sketch of Ava with his hair short. For this example, I didn’t find a pose. I only referenced the hair style.

Generally I create the basic shapes for everything- the head, wings, body, etc (hair is kinda the exception to this). I don’t go too deep with adding line weight just yet.

3.) I add the base colors in this step. Sometimes I’ll stop here with my drawings, but with my personal art I continue. I tend to explore a lot of color schemes, so I like seeing how other artists approach this. I can take the longest on this cuz I get so indecisive of what I want. 😅😅

Sometimes if I don’t like my colors overall, I’ll add a solid color layer on Hue at around 30-40% opacity to harmonize every color. This layer stays above all other layers.

4.) Step 4 is a bit of a continuation from 3. Here I start adding more detail with the coloring, and putting those FX that I want. If I want to, like in this example, I also extend the drawing to show other elements, if I feel like the composition is a bit empty.

After this, I take a step back from my iPad and come back to my drawing the next day. Sometimes doing that helps me find obvious mistakes that I wouldn’t have noticed immediately.

5.) Sure enough, I saw the the mistakes on his face, so I fixed them. I prefer using the liquify over the transform tool when I need to retouch some things; it prevents the linework or coloring from looking “choppy” or torn apart with its resolution.

Once I got the final touches done, I send it off !

Don’t know if this is actually considered a tutorial but maybe seeing this process step by step can help a bit. 👏 good luck, and have fun with what you create!

[marblegroves]

Just saw your sketchbook post and I am amazed at how clean it all looks O_O /pos

So I was wondering, what materials do you use for your traditional drawings (all the stuff from sketch to final piece)?

BOY AM I GLAD YOU ASKED THIS *ahem*

Behold 😌

For the sketchbook pages, I mainly stuck to these materials though ^^ these guys are my…

PRIMARY MATERIALS

The green mechanical pencil on the picture on the left has 0.7mm colored lead in it! I alternate between blue and pink colored leads depending on what fits the overall color of the piece better.

Once I finish up the sketch, I line it with the black pilot ballpoint pen! I really like the control and feel of ballpoint pens for traditional lineart, because it gives a sort of variety in pressure I can’t seem to achieve with normal fineliners. I like to switch up the colors of the lineart too sometimes, hence the pink and red ballpens.

Then once the linearts done, I color them in with the stabilo highlighters, as pictured on the right! These guys are my FAVORITES. Sometimes when I’m just freely sketching I use the grey or peach mini stabilos. Although, they do tend to be a bit runny, ‘cause they’re meant for quick highlights and not multiple strokes over an area ^^; so you do have to be careful and quick when coloring with them to get an even coat of color!

Sometimes, though, when there are other colors or textures I want in a drawing, I use my…

SECONDARY MATERIALS

Pictured above are all my alcohol based markers! The four on the left are neon sharpies for when I need that extra eyestrainy kick. The three promarkers with the pointy cap were from when I was a freshman in uni and wanted to collect a full set of alcohol markers, but these were the only colors they had in stock and the college supply store ✌️ I’ve since given up on that dream because they were really expensive ;; they’re really good for sunny grassy scenes though! The last dark blue marker was from a set of other blue markers, but the others have since dried out… I use it when I really wanna darken up a page, like for night scenes!

This is my prismacolor set! I like to pair these with the markers, going in after the initial layer of color to give a bit of variety or shine. Some examples of when I use them would be for adding blush or giving hair a glossy sheen 👍

These ones are my “fuck it” materials lmao

I use these when I really just wanna scribble something down wildly. I had these since I was in gradeschool and its quite frankly a miracle they still work? Oh, and the red and yellow twistable crayolas are missing because I vaguely remember giving them to some childhood friends for some reason 🤔

My fineliners and gellyrolls! Haven’t used these much recently tbh. I’d used them for class before, but I never really likes how flat the thickness tends to be :/ the brush tips and chisel tips are cool though. I used them for that one yellow bdubs doodle to try and see if my opinion of them has changed ^^ it hasn’t. Moving on…

Lastly, we have the special materials! The ones that don’t really go into any sets, or have nice applications. In order from left to right:

Wink of Stella - A brush pen that applies glitter through some sort of black magic. No idea how she works but I love her

Red Marvy Art Director 1400 - A red fine tip marker. Can’t go wrong with a bright red marker 👍

Golden Posca - My only posca marker. Figured if I should get one it might as well be something special.

Faber Castell Blue Highlighter - I use this alongside the stabilos. It has a really nice deep blue color ^^

And well! That should be everything! ^^ Thanks for giving me an avenue to gush about my materials lmao 🥰