#after checking it said the same thing

[dunmeshistash]

Dungeon Meshi - Canaries' Shipboard Cabin

[composeregg]

edit (10/23/2024) now that the poll is over: Original version, with 10 questions, from April 2023 here

And, given that the original is from April 2023, that means I can very easily say:

No, this was not an ISAT reference!

Just because I use parentheses and 2nd person pov and love the same concepts of what a time loop can do to a person doesn't mean it's ISAT

(Yes, I like ISAT, the original poll is why I was recommended the game! But if you look at the original, you can see all the origins of the options to choose from, including what spurred me on with the moss option from the replies)

If I were going to make something for ISAT, I would never be so vague, you can simply look at my ao3 for proof of that

[rottengurlz]

she’s like if the virgin mary smoked a pack of pall malls every day 🚬

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.

[ebonytails]

(clasps my hands) Hi everyone, i'm doing a quick interest check !

Please only respond if you would consider becoming a patron of mine! I want to see what site people would prefer the most and where my audience is. :-]

As for rewards, I have many ideas! From regular WIPS of all my work (school, commissions, boothing, etc), to Livestreams (If my internet allows it), to timelapses, etc! Also commission discounts :-)

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[flickeringquip]

Fall asleep somewhere a little unusual. <<

(Just an honestly adorable scene conjured up in DMs with @sweetestflow3rs abt Cody & Aster)

(1) Pick the lock on the Messenger's door.

Your whole body aches as you let yourself into Cody's apartment; your vision throbs painfully when you flick on the lights and toss a file on the nearest counter. You're coming up on three days without sleep, and you very nearly fumbled your last job because of it, just barely securing the Intel you needed—

And earning yourself some nasty bruises along the way, splotches of purple and blue and yellow around your ribs from a tackle you'd failed to dodge.

Cody's flat had been closer than the bar, and knowing you'd been directed to give the Intel to him anyway, you were all too willing to skip a jaunt across town in your current state.

(1) And if breaking in gave you a bit of petty delight, no one had to know but you.

It's only when you've technically finished your work that you find yourself at a bit of a loss, a tremble to your limbs and cold chill to your body that makes you wonder if you might faint on the way home. It's then that your gaze lands on a familiar couch, gaze panning between it and the door for a long beat.

"Fuck it," Your voice is hoarse as you drag a hand over your face and all but stumble towards the couch; your body is almost on auto-pilot, unwilling to let the chance of the some desperately needed respite go despite your mind's reservations.

You're unconscious within thirty seconds of collapsing on Cody's couch, a parting hope that maybe you'll wake up and be gone before he even comes home the last thing you remember thinking.

(1) But when have you ever been so lucky?

It's a testament to your state of exhaustion that you don't even stir when the door opens some twenty minutes later, even though normally even a whisper of footsteps could wake you — the soft click of a gun's safety being turned off would normally send you into high alert.

Instead you simply curl in on yourself a little tighter, pressing your face more into the cushions, blissfully unaware of the emotional rollercoaster you've put Cody through as he lowers his gun and huffs a quiet, disbelieving laugh.

(1) You do wake up at the gentle shake of your shoulder and tap on your cheek — if only barely.

You somehow feel even worse now than before you'd slept as you blink drowsily at the man crouched in front of you, too tired to startle or even grumble as he smiles his usual grin at you.

"You know, kitten, I'm a little offended you went through all the work of breaking in and then chose to crash on the couch of all places," While normally the pet name — picked from an incident you do not like to be reminded of — would inspire you to a bit of violence towards your swarmy co-worker, you simply don't have it in you. Not when your vision swims just laying here, lashes growing heavier by the second, realizing belatedly Cody was still talking, "—get you somewhere a little cozier, yeah?"

(1) You do startle a little when you're suddenly picked up, thumping a fist weakly into his shoulder when the man has the gall to laugh at you.

He's such a bastard.

"That's not a very nice thing to say to someone doing you a favor, kitten."

Fuck, had you said that out-loud?

"Mm, you're in quite the state, aren't you? You look like shit, by the way."

"F'ck 'ff," This time you'd meant to speak, words a little slurred and half-muffled by the soft fabric of his sweater; your body just feels so damn heavy, and for all his unnecessary snark, you can't seem to help the way you relax in his hold, instinctively enticed by his warmth.

(1) He laughs again, and it's only being set down that spares you the later embarrassment of literally falling asleep in his arms.

Your vision is blurry when you blink and find him knelt before you and you sat on the edge of his bed, a position that brings him basically fucking eye level because he's too damn tall—

You're not jealous. Shut up.

(1) Your fuzzy thoughts are interrupted by the hands tugging off your shoes.

You watch in a half-asleep haze as Cody gently but methodically strips you, brows knitting a little as you reach for him and accidentally palm at his forehead after he pulls your shirt over your head.

"Later," Your attempt at stern falls short with how tired you are, weak as kitten when you pat his brow, not comprehending the almost confused look he shoots you while unclipping your bra, "'m too tired for that."

A purple brow arches, and the man has the gall to snort like you've said something dumb.

Rude.

"You're adorable, you know that?" It feels a little like he's making fun of you for making then wrong assumption, but then he tips you back to pull your pants off and you kinda feel like you're justified — and then he has the audacity to snicker down at the annoyed scrunch of your nose as you sprawl across his bed in just your panties.

Extra rude.

(1) And then he walks away! Like an asshole!

With your normal restraint on vacation, there's nothing to keep you from mumbling crossly as you slump against Cody's bed, likely not at all aware that you're speaking out loud as you grumble about being left cold and why didn't he just let you sleep on his stupid couch and see if you ever bring him soup ever again next time he's sick—

"C'mon, Aster, surely you wouldn't withhold your legendary soup when I need it most?" You know he's teasing you, but you're denied the opportunity to even glower at him for it—

By the top he gently guides you into, blinking in drowsy bewilderment as you look down to find yourself suddenly garbed in one of Cody's thin sweaters. Of course, you're all but drowning in it — but it's exceptionally soft when you sink your fingers into it. When you glance back up at him, there's a look on his face you're not sure you've seen before.

Somehow, it reminds you of his sweater.

(1) And then you find yourself being gently manhandled once more, plucked back into his arms while your poor, sleepy mind tries to process things.

And that's how you find yourself tucked cozily into Cody's side beneath a thick comforter, the man having stripped down to something more comfortable when you weren't paying attention. Honestly, you're a little bewildered by the turn of events—

"Relax, Aster. It's all good."

There's a warmth to the words that settles something in you, alongside the soft stroke of a hand down your spine — as you fall asleep, you think that one day you'll get this man to stop treating you like a skittish cat, but. .

(1) You could let it slide, just this once.

[thedreadvampy]

it's been a strange arc so far

when I was 19-21 and having an extremely imbalanced relationship with someone in their mid 30s I was like 'we are both adults so the fact that this is fucking me up is my fault'

when I hit my late 20s and saw how young people in their late teens and early 20s seem now I was like 'oh wait I was so fucking young I didn't know shit about my own limits or about managing relationships and I don't know why someone in their mid to late 30s would be into that except for nefarious purposes'

the weird bit is now I'm into my 30s - not even that far into my 30s - and while I still wholeheartedly believe that last thing about how young (and self destructive) 20 year olds are, I'm also kind of like 'huh, actually nobody I know that age has their shit remotely together and frankly the reason this fucked me up is because NEITHER of us knew what the fuck we were doing it how to cope, for different reasons and at different life stages, and there probably wasn't any malice or intent to control as much as there was Blind Flailing.'

[slavhew]

Any advice for doing back grounds?? Shits mad confusing im tryna practice drawing like characters actually in them and im going insane

ouu i can't say im a good authority on this, because I never did much in lieu of backgrounds except painting some sunsets. I do have some theoretical knowledge but i struggle putting it into perspective, because depth is hard.

I feel like the hardest thing really is making the characters look like they belong in the environment, and that sounds like your problem too? I think ? So it's what I'm going to try and address here.

One that is in my opinion by far THE most important is to start a composition with the background in mind. It is always going to look somewhat wonky if you don't

(Rest under cut)

(exhibit A)

(this is the reason why I often don't do backgrounds, because a vast majority of my work starts as a doodle that i polish up later) (and also I used a game screenshot here, I didn't actually draw the walkway)

compare this to the drawing that was my inspiration, and the difference in flow and focus is astronomical

A good background can be either super simple, just a backdrop or something your characters actively participate in; in both these instances, it will be much easier to draw it if you start out with it in mind and being able to adjust early on is a massive lifesaver

Second, and most often repeated I think, is to think of the space as 3D, and use some geometry to help yourself out

the most useful part of this to keep in mind imo, when it comes to scaling characters, is that they will also follow roughly that line of perspective that in reality "runs parallel" to the rest of them, but in perspective looks as if it gets smaller

There's probably plenty of tutorials on getting a feel for this out there, but looking at other people's art (and the classics) and sketching over them can help

this is only linear perspective examples, but there's lots of them out there! point is, the character, and many lines of the environment are going to "flow" into a point. It's usually demonstrated with tiles and suchalike, but as you can see it has many applications, depending on how exaggarated you want to make the perspective.

You should also be mindful of the perspective of your character versus the environment. A few things to keep in mind are their lines, and their color/shading.

Colors are relatively simple; keep the source of light in mind so the shading feels in line for both the character and environment (perspective lines help with that too).

(this is definitely not to scale but just, to illustrate my point)

And keep in mind that with especially pieces that have great depth, like landscapes, the color of the environment changes the further you look. The lines blur, the details are lost, and it fades into more solid colors. A character and their palette will be affected by this environmental lighting

With keeping the characters consistent with backgrounds, lines-wise, it really helps to block them in first, because you can easier keep track of how they look in relation to backgrounds, and fix accordingly early on.

it's good (and painful, honestly) to keep in mind how bodies are 3D objects too. I had this great reference for this point, that I forgot where i saved, so we have to do with my amateurish recreation:

These lines are going to get distorted and effected by the perspective too. To avoid the characters looking flat against the backgrounds, try to keep them "on the same level" of exaggaration, so to speak..

And lastly. USE REFERENCES!! there is NOTHING more needlessly painful than drawing something as complex as environments out of your head.

All these things contribute to the complex thing that is. backgrounds. Now, please dont take my word as gospel, considering that even keeping all of this in mind, this is about the best i can do offhand to demonstrate my knowledge lol

I wouldn't be surprised if all the things I said here aren't anything new to you, in which case i genuinely apologize, because I'm also a huge beginner with this 😭 but i wish you a lot of luck on your journey practicing this!! It's a lot of work to be sure.

As sort of a PS, a few pieces with cool bgs showcasing some of my points *a lot* more competently, that I have saved in my bookmarks on twitter:

[x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

[nobodybetterlookatme]

🥰

[helianskies]

holy shit i just finished the first draft of my translation for my dissertation that took SO LONG but it was also SO FUN. and i know that when i have to read through, proofread and edit that beast, i am in fact going to be in tears pulling my hair out over it LMAOOOO

[mieczyhale]

knowing my dad is transphobic and witnessing it are somehow two different experiences every time and they both are fucking shit

[jonathanbyersphd]

Currently overthinking about the time in between Nancy calling Jonathan and them showing up at the house in s3

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Just found out my two siblings are in my mom's will, but not me. Also my grandpa has told the entire family about his engagement. Except for me. Also my dad told my siblings that he and my mom bought a plot of land. Can you guess who they haven't told?

[deus-ex-mona]

it’s ✨okay✨, right~?

[sunjoys]

i hate customers i need to gnaw their arms off pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls