#again interesting how some parts are straight redraws

[boinin]

Second Selection: Team KuniChigiReo and the bathhouse Blue Lock and Episode Nagi comparison (2/?)

[glem-gallery]

Module 1: What is Drawing?

Pattern Study 1

I started to play with pattern more as the module progressed. I cropped into one of my first observational drawings to look at the shapes within the drawing. I would then redraw that version and then crop into the part with the most visual interest and do that again until I came to a third iteration of the first drawing.

When looking at the third development I saw a strong use of negative and positive space which reminded me of Keith Haring. I went a researched him and found some pieces that interested me. I used them as inspiration for the final outcome for these developments.

I really like the final outcome for this one, I think the limited colour palette works well. I used an ink wash with acrylic paint on top to get a flat straight edge on the shapes. I used Haring's paintings as a guide for how to paint the geometric shapes.

[elliehase-blog]

It’s typical for me to set up a story or drabbles around my drawings, but I’m not always confident enough to share them with you due to my lack of knowledge in the English grammar.  This is a foreign language for me, therefore I still make a lot of mistakes and not noticing them.

For this redrawing of Crawly I wrote a little prelude for my story “Don’t Stop Me Now” on AO3. I have finished two new chapters already, but unfortunately my friend (who has corrected my stories in the past) is too busy with her work. If there’s anyone out there, who enjoys to proofread stories, please contact me! 

Prelude

It was lo-... something at first sight.

The angel of the Eastern Gate stood atop Eden’s outer wall, facing the deserted land with a concerned glance. His wavy fair hair reflected the setting sun, some soft rays gently embraced his contours. Gray clouds were piling over the garden. With his white robe and the dark atmosphere forming around him, he looked bright and shining like a star in the night sky.

He was the most fascinating thing Crawly had ever seen.

And Crawly had seen a lot of things in his immortal existence. In the old days he had been an angel himself, a builder of blazing stars and astonishing constellations. But none of his creations ever radiated in such a wonderful warm glow, giving him satisfaction and ease at once. There was something magical about the other man, which is why Crawly couldn't avert his gaze.

Strictly speaking, Crawly didn’t cross a line here. He wasn’t in close contact with the angel, staying at the apple tree most of the time, fulfilling his demonic duty. No one ever said he couldn’t sneak away occasionally and admire his new encounter from afar, though. Nothing wrong in it. At least until it became his favourite occupation of the day.

So the serpent observed the beautiful chubby angel quite a while. From a safe distance, of course. As a demon he had straight orders from Hell to cast some trouble in the Garden of Eden. It was highly inappropriate to reach out to the opposition by whatever means, he guessed, or even conveying interest in an angel in the first place. Probably it was forbidden as well. Something demons ought not to do.

He did anyway.

 Crawly watched the serene beauty and listened carefully to every word that emerged these rosy lips, straining to find out more about the angelic guard, trying to get the whole picture. Every piece of the puzzle dragged him closer each day. He liked the way the blond angel yielded his flaming sword when he was practicing some quite impressive combat moves. He liked the way how politely the other man was talking to God’s newest creations (especially the animals), just like he really cared. And he absolutely adored the way the angel’s name rolled off his tongue. Aziraphale... The demon whispered it a couple of times just to listen to the melodic sound.

After seven days Crawly came to the conclusion, that the angel of the Eastern Gate wasn't a threat or dangerous at all, only confirming his initial impression. In fact, there was something tragically lonesome about him. It was almost like looking into a mirror, finding someone as isolated as yourself. No other angel came to talk to him, even God never answered his prayers. That situation felt strangely familiar. Crawly wanted to get closer to the other man straightway, literally craved for a conversation with every fibre of his body. If there was the slightest chance, that the blond angel could truly understand how he feels, that they both are broken in some way, maybe they could feel wholesome again by being together.

They barely knew each other, but as they started talking, it felt like they had known each other for far longer than just a minute. Aziraphale treated him as equal, even though Crawly had revealed his black wings, openly showing his demonic nature. There was no loathing, no rolling eyes, no distrust in the angel’s voice. It was ... odd. Something, Crawly had never experienced before.

So Crawly had stood frozen in indecision for what seemed like forever, thinking of the right way to approach, the right words to say. A feeling of nervousness overwhelmed him. The first impression counted, after all.

And the foremost thing that popped into his mind was, “That one went down like a lead balloon.”

Well. Could have been worse, right?

From up close he could study the other man’s face even better. His far too cute button nose and his ridiculously bright blue eyes, just to name but a few. It completely captured the demon. The way Aziraphale smiled, chuckled in a warm tone as Crawly mentioned their possible misstep, finally tipped him over the edge. It seized his chest with something deeper than admiration.

When raindrops started to pour at the very first time on earth, the demon gazed insultingly upon the sky. It felt cold and wet and absolutely annoying on his skin. The snake-like part inside of him immediately wanted to curl away and hide somewhere safe and warm. The other part clearly wanted to stay right next to Aziraphale, cautiously coming closer. Without a second thought or expecting any kind of counter-performance, the blond man stretched his impressive white wing to shield Crawly.

And that was when the demon had fallen for the angel completely.

Crawly knew on the spur of the moment that he had met the kindest person in his godforsaken life. Cheesy but true. He remembered clearly what Heaven was like. Not as nice as everyone thought it would be, though. On the one hand, he was bored stiff all the time. No temptations or decent drinks, for instance. But worst of all were the conceited archangels and their stupid duties and expectations they placed on every low-ranking angel.

Curiosity and self-determination were two words that simply didn’t appear in Heaven’s vocabulary. As well as ‘Thank you for your hard work’ or ‘We really appreciated that you’ve done this whole crap without questioning it in the first place’ or just a simple ‘Your last nebula was mind-blowing, you incredibly talented angel’.

It’s not that Crawly was demanding or so. Really! But for some kind words you’d wait in vain.

To be fair and square, in Hell they won’t offer you cookies either (Crawly really tried to convince his fellow demons to put more effort into the right acquisition, but incomprehensibly it never fell on understanding ears). Demons don’t trust each other, they don’t even have a single feeling for one another except suspicion. You certainly don’t make friends in Hell. It is a place full of loneliness.

Aziraphale was the first person who ever cared about Crawly at all, noticing things no one noticed, really looking at him and not at the demonic shell. A pure angel as people believe angels should be, with kind and untainted affection. And that was truly something remarkable, because after six thousand years with a troublemaker like him, a demon, his hereditary enemy, Aziraphale never stopped caring.

Read the rest of the chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29945739

[crackerqueen-ineedsleep]

in like august or something i sent lorel a very rambly ask about blogverse. well im doing it again because it was such a big thing in my life and i loved it so much.

it is i, roleplayer of bv!shandy/shando, bv!digi/mercury, and the very first lorelcest ship kid; oleander. There's more, but those were the ones i remember clearly. to this day i regret deactivating those blogs, mostly due to all the lost memories. it brought me so much joy. looking back, it was definitely my hyperfixation at the time.

the summer of 2020 (holy shit almost 3 years ago) and i think early into the start of online school, i watched from the sidelines as blogverse grew. every day i watched my little people in the screen. I wasnt much younger but i was still a cringe little tumblr kid having a shit time in school. and then i realized that i could just join. i didnt need permission or anything, i could just make a blog from the get-go and become one of them.

and thats how blogverse shandy was born. my very first tumblr blog, and the one that made me stay. (actually, idk which of them was the first)

i'm still pissed at myself for clearing out my google drive because i used to still have the shitty pictures i drew on my computer of them, due to the fact my ipad was broken at the time. those shitty little pictures were what kept me interested in art (they didnt make me better, i was trash through and through, but they're what sparked my interest and led me to get better). i treasure the old fanart i find in their tags when i go through the ruins of blogverse.

They didn't really have a fleshed out personality or backstory. they were "weird and quirky" one moment, then straight up violent the next. this was mostly because i had no prior experience at actually fleshing out characters. though, i think their "wild card"ness somehow became their personality in the end. i was still some cringe little kid who thought i was a genius at writing because i had this little guy in my computer who lived in a void and had a cat and atattchment issues.

but holy shit i loved them. i used to think about them like a real flesh and blood person. i'd spend long nights roleplaying with others and long days talking to myself about my plans for them and then totally abandoning them moments later. i drew them poorly and decided i was a master of character design. they felt like a part of me.

i had no idea how tumblr worked but it was so much fun. bv digi, bv shandy, and oleander were 3 separate blogs because i didn't even know side blogs were a thing. bv shandy was deactivated several times due to minor issues that could've been fixed with the press of a button.

then came oleander, who i kind of had an idea for. they were a snotty little motherfricker who i absolutely adored being. it started as a joke and then it wasnt a joke anymore and they were a fully fledged character. i got bored quick though, and their blog went inactive soon. i hate their design to this day, and in the morning i'll probably redraw them.

there was also bv digi, whose entire personality was being a little weirdo who kidnapped ship kids at random just be-fucking-cause. they might've actually been the first blog i dont remember. anyway, they had the normalest design and the least art. i loved them with my whole fucking soul.

they made no sense and were generally shitty but that was the best thing to ever happen to me i think. bv introduced me to tumblr where i'd meet so many amazing people and see so many hilarious and sometimes eye-opening posts. it got me into art, writing, and roleplay, my 3 biggest hobbies to this day. it was a hyperfixation i leaned on to cope with the mild distress that just came with being alive and a dumb kid in 2020. my very first 'real' blog was made after bv's fall, and i met one of my longest mutuals bc she wrote a lorelcest fic.

I think back on it as the good old days, nostalgic even. Blogverse was my pride and joy, what i'd go do after a day of suffering in school or do when i retreated to my room. When it died so did my hyperfixation, but now looking back it meant so fucking much to me and was arguably my strongest interest and maybe even coping mechanism.

sure, it deprived me of sleep and sometimes food because i was so caught up with it, but it made me happy. all's well that ends well, right?

and i still am a dumb kid (Older Edition, yay), but even when i'm a dumb adult i'll never forget blogverse. BV was my pride and joy that summer. Thank you for being its accidental ringleader, and i know its wacky to say, but without bv i would be a different person.

:]

KSDJEKFKEKC AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

BICH U GONNA GET ME ALL TOUCHY AND FEELY

I'm so surprised yet happy that there's still at least one person that remembers BV! It was a lot of work to run so many blogs but I'm happy to know that it was worth it. BV means a lot to me aswell :)

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Second part of a (not-so-short-anymore) emotional fic.

a sapphire for your heart, part II.

Ravensthorpe buzzed with life as villagers begun to emerge from their cozy little homes. The sound of children echoed in the small meadow and it made you smile; sweet youthful laughter, sing-song games and playful teasing. You stopped to gaze at the three little rascals chasing one another around a large sage tree. The image made your chest feel warm as you reminisced about your own childhood. And with those pleasant thoughts in mind, the memory of the weeping woman faded whilst you made your way to Reda’s tent.

“Hello!”

He greeted you with a small wave, beckoning you over. You stood in front of him with the bag of opals in your hand.

“Would this be enough to cover my stay?”

With a smile, you dangled the little pouch in front of him. Eagerly, Reda pushed himself into a sitting position, cross-legged and hunched over the bag filled with jewels. The precious gems shimmered beautifully in the sunlight, like a dragonfly's translucent wings. He was deeply satisfied as he fastened the mouth of the pouch and hid it safely among his belongings.

“More than enough.”

He reassured.

“Now, I have this map for you.”

And he produced an old, rolled-up papyrus, offering it to you. It was awfully smudged and the writing was faded, the landscape and roads badly drawn in thick coal lines, yet you could still make out certain regions, borders, and key points. You took your time to study the important document before your gaze found Reda’s again. He briefly explained the hierarchy in this growing village, mentioning the jarl's name, Sigurd, and his right hand drengr, Eivor. Both of them were currently absent and have been for quite some time. However, there was a woman you could rely on for further information regarding the map. Randvi.

Following Reda’s instructions, you found yourself at the large front gate of that immense longhouse. The carvings in the threshold were mesmerizing to look at; symmetrical patterns sculpted so precisely in painted wood. Dragons stood proudly above the tall door, and flickering lamps hung from their open mouths. There was a soft crackling sound within – a fire burning slowly in the middle of that large space. It felt homely, albeit it was rather dark inside, and so you hesitantly paced about the creaking floor. Your gaze wandered from every dark crevice to every colorful pillar holding that magnificent roof up.

The sound of chatter from outside abruptly ripped your hazy focus and you remembered why you were there to begin with. Information.

You inhaled deeply as you glanced around for the map chamber. It was right across that long hall which separated tables full of food and drinks. There seemed to be no one in the longhouse at this hour, and yet you did hear soft footfalls somewhere behind the wooden walls. It oddly felt as if you were trespassing, even though you had Reda’s written invitation attached to your belt.

“Good morning?...”

You called. A woman emerged from a chamber adjacent to the map room, and when your eyes met, you were completely gobsmacked – it was her. She seemed equally surprised to see you, as if you’ve met somewhere before. Up close, you noticed her impressive height and strong shapes, and with that stern, impenetrable look in her azure eyes, you almost felt intimidated.

“Ah-… I am here on behalf of Red-"

“Yes, I know how you are. Sapphire, is it?”

The sound of her voice was like a deep river murmur, and yet soft, melodic, so gently pulling at your heart strings. You nodded slowly at her question, and she beckoned you to come by the large table in the middle of the room, where a map was laid out and pinned by various figurines. It was a spectacular display of the area, with clear marks of little villages, forts and caves. You couldn’t wait to redraw your own map, and yet you found yourself secretly gazing at the powerful woman just across from you.

She was beautiful. Radiating such authority, calm and collected; was she truly the one you’ve heard weeping that morning by the river stream? Looking at her now, it was hard to picture such a stern figure being overwhelmed by emotion.

“Tell me what you need help with.”

Her voice gently pulled you from your thoughts, and in a few moments you had the old map stretched next to the larger one. She glanced at the faded, yellow paper, and then at you. You raised your brows as her dazzling eyes peered into your own.

“Primarily, I need to know which areas are safe for travels.”

A smile small tugged the corner of her lips; you couldn’t tell whether it was amusement or bitterness, but you found it impossible to break free from her steady gaze as she leaned over the table with a sigh.

“No area is truly safe, however… I will highlight the most important borders you should consider before crossing.”

“Good. Thank-you!”

You were relieved to find how honest she was, and soon, the sound of her tranquil voice dissolved that cold, hostile aura she seemed to have about her at first glance. She was particularly charming as she worked – focused, thorough and quick. The design on her clothing was breathtaking in itself, so easily luring you in, closer; you were curious what fabric it was and whose hands were so skilled to sew such intricate patterns. But you kept very still, respectful of her personal space as she kindly aided you with your map. When she was done, she stood up straight, nearly towering over you. The way you looked at her must’ve caught her off guard, for she raised a fine brow as she handed you the new document.

“Is there anything else that you need?”

She asked, harmlessly inquisitive.

“Oh! Not at all!” You laughed softly. ”I was only wondering about your brooch. I’ve never seen one like that before.”

Your curiosity seemed to have stirred something within her; something you definitely did not expect. She smiled as she gently touched the aforementioned item, her gaze longing all of a sudden.

“This?... It was my mother’s.”

“And the beads attached to it…”

You begun as you slowly rounded the table to her side. The closer you approached her, the more evident her imposing height became – a Norse goddess incarnate, enthralling and mighty. You swore you caught a drop of tenderness in the way she gazed at her mother’s brooch.

“…what are they?”

Caught off guard, Randvi met your prying gaze, wondering.

“Emerald, of course.” She answered.

Indeed the precious gems shimmered beneath the faded light seeping through the ceiling above. As she turned to face you, the rich green hues seemed almost tangible, deep and smooth like vivid clover leaves. Your attention lingered on her beads, as if you were reading through each ray of sun the stone reflected. Then, you sought Randvi’s gaze again as you smiled.

“It’s Chrysoprase.”

You concluded. She seemed half-amused as she coiled her beads between her war-hardened fingers. Never looking away from the gems, she asked.

“How do you know?”

“Emerald reflects light differently, like a mirror. This one seems to glow.”

Oddly, your input seemed to stir a hidden curiosity within her; perhaps it was because you openly showed interest in something so dear to her, or perhaps because she was secretly fascinated by gemstones. However, when she gazed at you, with her beads still tangled in her fingers, you felt as if she had questions.

Her stoic demeanor melted briefly, leaving room for genuine interest in your knowledge – her gaze was intense, easily pinning you to that heavy map table. A shiver rushed through your core as her mouth opened to speak, but before words were uttered, a much louder and desperate voice called from the other end of the hall. An old woman expressed her disappointment in a foreign tongue, which you immediately recognized as Norwegian. And as Randvi made her way to tend to her responsibilities, you gathered your map and tiptoed out of the longhouse.

-         To be continued…

*part III.

[disturbedbutgorgeous]

Geraskier Rockstar AU: Choose Your Own Adventure!

Part 2

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| READ PART 1 HERE |

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Results from Part 1:

GERALT DIALOGUE OPTION:

1) <Wake up Jaskier> "Alright, let's party!" (0 votes)

2) <Invite Jaskier to your hotel room> (3 votes)

3) <Let Jaskier sleep> "Actually, I'll stay here with him." (36 votes)

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A/N: Thank you for participating in my first Choose-Your-Own-Adventure round, I'm so happy you guys enjoy the idea! To no one's surprise, most of you picked option 3. I'm sorry Part 2 took so long but I wasn't happy with Geralt's face so I had to redraw it a couple times. Was going to redraw Jaskier's too but I just want to get it posted! This is a bit longer than Part 1— enjoy!

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Geralt glances at the kid sleeping on his shoulder and back to his bandmate, Eskel. "No, you boys go ahead," Geralt says, voice hoarse from a night of screaming into a microphone, "I'm staying here with him. Meet you back at the hotel."

Eskel sends a sly smirk towards Geralt. "Fine, but you have to clear everything up for tomorrow."

"Hmm," Geralt responds.

Once his bandmates leave, Geralt takes a few moments to admire the sleeping young man snuggled against him. Aside from learning that his name is Jaskier, the two hadn't spoken to each other whatsoever. Talking is usually the last thing on Geralt's mind when he invites a guest backstage, but for some unexplainable reason Jaskier had piqued his interest. His face is round and youthful, especially while he's asleep, but the lines under his eyes give away that he is older than he looks. Geralt wonders if the baggy hoodie and swooping hair is a way for Jaskier to cling to his youth.

Geralt slowly shifts himself, carefully placing Jaskier's head on the couch armrest, who is still snoring softly. He begins to gather the various guitars and drumsticks the band had strewn around the greenroom and zip them back in their cases. He grabs the wartorn acoustic that has been with them on every tour, and gives it a light strum.

Jaskier's eyes flicker open at the sound, and when Geralt notices that he's awake he joins Jaskier on the couch once again.

Geralt begins to strum a tune Jaskier is familiar with. In fact he's familiar with all of Rivia's songs. To Jaskier's delight, Geralt begins to hum the melody.

He pauses after a few bars. "I would serenade you with my singing, but I'm afraid my voice is shot for the night."

Jaskier wants to say he likes the way Geralt's voice becomes gruffer after a show, but he can't get his mouth to work at the thought of Geralt serenading him with that slick-as-oil voice.

"Do you sing?" Geralt says.

Jaskier's brows shoot up. "Yes— I mean no. I can sing— I'm not famous like you or anything." Jaskier curses himself for stumbling his words, but he can't think straight with Geralt so close.

"Will you sing for me?"

An ice pike slices through Jaskier's heart; there's no way, in his half-asleep 1:00am stupor with bed hair, was Jaskier going to sing for Geralt the bloody frontman of Rivia.

"Nooo no-no no, I can't!" Jaskier tries to keep his voice level but he knows he fails.

Geralt's lip curls into a smirk at Jaskier's reaction. "Hmmm. Alright. But I will hear that voice someday."

Jaskier can do nothing but gape wide-eyed at his idol.

Geralt strums the acoustic once again. "Do you play?"

"No," Jaskier lies.

Jaskier's senses become acutely aware as the singer shifts closer to his until they're pressed shoulder-to-shoulder. Geralt places the guitar over Jaskier's lap and slings his heavily-muscled right arm around Jaskier, fingertips at the strings. With his left he takes Jaskier's hand and places it on the neck.

"Like this," Geralt says gently. He begins to puppet the younger man's hands, nudging and cooing instructions in that husky voice that tantalizes Jaskier.

Jaskier can feel the roughness of Geralt's calluses on his skin, and the heat of his breath on the back of his neck.

Despite his bleary eyes that are probably smudged with eyeliner, Jaskier can't keep his gaze off the tall, muscular man. Jaskier hadn't gotten a chance to study him up close while their lips had been on each other.

He is utterly unearthly handsome. His lashes are longer than any he's ever seen. His chiseled Superman face topped with flowing white hair that Jaskier recently discovered is silky and light. And those eyes... Those vivid unnatural yellow eyes that are a trademark of the entire band (contact lenses, Jaskier assumes). They remind Jaskier of some sort of beast, a wolf, or a dragon.

"...and here, put your fingers on this fret...' Geralt's voice interrupts Jaskier's staring. He almost forgot he's supposed to be listening to his instructor.

Secretly, Jaskier knows how to play the guitar. Very well, in fact. Of course he does— he's been a closeted band geek his entire life.

But the moment is too good to pass up to have Geralt's arms around his, directing the soft strumming, that he couldn't help but lie about his musical talents. He still can't quite comprehend the fact that he is here. Here! With Geralt of the band Rivia! A man he's idolized for years whose music has pulled him through the toughest times like a childhood friend who never failed to rattle his parents (and later his roommates.)

And then, the realization hits Jaskier with an icy chill: Jaskier only had the funds for one ticket, and he had picked tonight. This night. The third and final night the band is performing in his city. Tomorrow morning, Geralt will be off across the continent to his next venue. If Jaskier had known he would not only meet Geralt of Rivia but actually taste his lips— he would have found a way to muster up cash for all three nights.

Oh, Jaskier curses himself for picking this night!

JASKIER DIALOGUE OPTION:

1) "It's late, I should get going."

2) "When can I see you again?"

3) <Kiss him>

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What should Jaskier choose? You decide!

Comment below with the dialogue number that you want to see happen next!

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[quack-city]

1,5 & 21? For ur art ask game thing :)

Thank you for the ask:) heehee

1. Honestly uhhh I have several favourite art pieces from this year (some of them aren't dream smp related, crazy) but like, I honestly came to love all of my shit which is crazy. I'll add my favourite pieces after the cut and explain why I like them, if that's alright

5. OH!!! I think I've talked about this before, but one of my most favourite pieces is Quackity holding Slime dying, you know the one (hopefully) and it has a lot of details that I tried to leave there. I'm still thinking about redrawing it but with more little details this time. I also like the accidental tarot card art with Quackity in his butcher army arc outfit, simply because I made a tarot card on accident, I think it's fucking hilarious. But i generally try to leave details in my comics (one of the overlooked details in one of my comics is in the "mike hawk" comic with ranboo, I don't remember anyone noticing a big hole in the wall next to the front door, I left it there because in the "previous" comic of that series Techno got slammed into a wall when Quackity opened the door. It's not that noticeable, but I found it funny anyway). I can't really point out my most favourite detail in ALL of my shit because once again I try to leave a lot of them, and there're very specific details that I like in all of my drawings

21. Boy oh boy what I REALLY want to work on is like symbolism in my drawings and all of that. I'm always fascinated by artists who manage to just think out every little detail in their artworks and leave so much symbolism and details in them, and it's just a dream of mine to be able to do something like that. I have a lot of respect for iconography and people who draw icons in general, because it was just so... so fucking insane about how much symbolism they have. Also heraldry and colour symbolism, it's just SO fucking interesting to me. I really want to work on that. Also colouring and shading probably.

send me an art ask

VVV for favourite drawings

I fucking love schlatt okay. It was a pleasure to draw. I personally think this is a great drawing and like, i don't know i just really like it :D it has probably one of the best faces I've ever drawn. I also like the hair on this one :)

FIRST FULL ART QUACKITY DRAWING I'VE MADE I THINK??? I really wanted to make it look cartoony in a way, but i really like the lineart here and i tried to have somewhat of a neon lighting because i just. I like neon lighting okay. Though it looks very out of place here :D still, this is my first quackity drawing. Poggers!

This idea lived in my mind rent free for a while. That's about it. I wanted to make an essay on this, but I'm much happier that i made an art on it. It has a lot of obvious mistakes, but I just really like it

1) accidental tarot card. 2) i had a lot of fun drawing it. I also liked the idea of making a scales with hearts uneven (to show injustice and also portray that Quackity was just playing with lives which is fucked up). Also the way the scar actually splits his face, I was thinking about maybe just straight up splitting his entire head to like, somewhat symbolise how his mind was split into two parts - the before Quackity (his first days on the smp, a man who just wanted to change the word for the better) and the after Quackity (a twisted evil fucker driven by vengeance and need of power) but I didn't know how to portray it so I just left it be

I've said why I like this art. Next

And here we are. The red Banquet drawing I've never finished. I liked the poses here a lot, and maybe I'll finish it one day. I don't know though. But the egg arc - probably one of the best arcs of dream smp. Love it dearly

i wanted to add more drawings but tumblr is homophobic and wouldn't process this post otherwise

Also guess which is my favourite light source colour lmao

[hawaiian-has-moved]

Part one of (???) Of my redesigns + little character facts.

Beetleb*bes DNI

Seriously read my bio for once I saw you lurking on my rambles about this project.

(Stand alone character images are at the bottom.)

So these sizes are not based off hair. You can probably guess where skull shape is. So Lyds is like 5'0". Also they might change. I really hate to probably have to go back and redraw Claire or Vince, but considering they're all like 15 or so, they should be a tad taller than the cartoon canon. Considering they're like 12 then.

So besides all of that, let's get to little facts about everyone.

Lawrence Betelgeuse Shoggoth:

Though this does take place after the musical, making it a more musical based lean, he can shape shift just as freely as you would think. Sometimes you'll catch him crack a witty joke or just simply get bored. He in these times usually has his head spin or disappear down into his collar to soon reappear with a different head. This includes the canon cartoon version or any of the actors from the musical who have portrayed him. Rarely will you ever find him making a joke referring to Keetlejuice. Also though not mentioned often, because that would be rather dull, he is aware of the multiple universes. 4th wall breaking narrator, remember?

Donny and him are siblings. Betelgeuse being the oldest. But sadly, not the closest like they were in childhood. He is the hated child. Juno actively (TW) abused him in his childhood and still does to this day. He often freezes up, clasps his hands together and looks at the ground when his mother is around. He does the same occasionally for Donny because he is often sent by his mother to go chew BJ out for something he did wrong.

He sorta of dropped out of elementary, so in his teens he had to pretend he went to school so Juno or his brother didn't find out. He met Jacques and Ginger in high school. Though Ginger did hold a romantic place in his hard for the beginning of high school. The rest of his time was mostly spent with Jacques. He thought it was just hang out times with the boys or something. What a lot of people had told him. But the two grew extremely attached. They dated until a little bit after high school. They got into a very bad argument and broke up. But of course time has healed it for the most part. They could not afford to part ways and live elsewhere, so the trio still lives together in the Roadhouse.

Current relationship wise for him, he is working on a relationship with the Maitlands. They're taking it slowly. He's really only gotten cuddles so far, but they're working to more personal things while they all heal. BJ felt awful for being so unaware of how relationships worked. Of course considering we already touched on Jacques. It's not the first time he was blind on how love works.

Lydia Deetz:

Lydia is 15 years of age. So this takes place almost immediately after the musical. She now happily has her ghost parents, her father, and her step mother who is now happily married to Charles. And of course let's not for get her cool uncle, the ghost with the most, Beetlejuice!

After some understanding and boundary building, the two explore the Netherworld together. BJ shows Lydia around and she gets to explore and meet new friends.

Back in the living world Lydia goes to an all girls school, and recently made up with a bully if hers. Claire Brewster. The two (read Claire's part for why) are now a happy couple. Of course there are the times where they try to kiss and Charles or Beej will rush in to stop them. Which is ironic considering Charles probably did the same at her age and Beej doesn't really know what he's saying and is just coping Charles.

Donny Rigel Shoggoth:

Ugh, sadly so much about Donny is under lock and key until the comic I plan on making after I do character sheets is to that point.

Donny is BJ's younger brother. He seems to oppose his older brother's aesthetic and has actively tried to say he needs a change in style. In nice and rude ways.

He has an oddly happy demeanor and seems to absolutely ignore the trauma and anger given to Beej from his their mother. He rather just blindly helps her.

He hates blue for some odd reason. He doesn't know why. BJ does though.

Prince Vince:

Prince Vince is mostly the same as in canon to the cartoon. A sad romantic prince who wants love.

But to touch on that he is just simply that, romantic. Pan romantic. He has never had feelings beyond romance. And yes, he is still a child and there is still so much he has to grow from her, but he doesn't really have interest beyond sappy poems and giving roses to the people he cares for.

Claire Brewster:

Lesbian ICON. Seriously her new aesthetic is just the colors of the lesbian community flag.

Lydia and her are a couple. But it's secret outside of the Deetz/Maitland household.

At home she is very neglected. Her parents are too rich to care and are often away. But she was raised to be the perfect model of a heterosexual girl. She wears different clothing from what she used to. Even though she doesn't like being a cardboard cut out child for her parents, she still enjoys girly stuff and somewhat formal clothing. Of course she can't step too far out of that around her parents or they might grow suspicious.

Like her parents suck. In the cartoon they'd run away, drive away, or slam the door in her face if she looked gross or was with something gross. They didn't not care. She was so disposable.

Aaand, that's all I have right now.

@aquatic-juice helped me with a lot of decisions on this. And a lot of the head canons on Claire's parents are things we've discussed and she has wrote about, so I have to credit her on that.

Tell me what you think. And again sorry I can't tell you more about Donny. It's a major plot point for a comic that connects this universe right after the musical.

Love you guys! 💚

Stand alone pictures:

P.s. no one is straight and if this pisses you off you're probably on the wrong side of tumblr.

[adorabledonutunicorn]

New Eyes

CW: Some internalized homophobia

Warning: This is 15 pages on Google Docs so it’s long. This is a combination of poems I’ve written over the past year or so (if my timeline is correct) about realizing and processing through some of my past crushes. It took me til version 4 to shift my perspective and not be ashamed of how I felt about these people. It’s kind of depressing to think that it took me no less than 4 years to get rid of the shame surrounding my sexuality, and even still I have my days, but in this case it makes for a nice arc that comes to accept everything by the end. In case you’re interested here’s a brief background on each person. I’m gonna go off since it’s already the length of a chapter of a book lmao.

1. She is literally the reasons for all of this. She was someone who I’ve known since middle school because we were in the “accelerated math group” together. She was always popular, but something always struck me differently about her. During our sr year of high school I sent her a message on Facebook and we had a few conversations on there. We were the only girls in our math class by this time and tbh we had more conversations online than we ever did in-person...we even sat next to each other in class omfg.

2. This one is about a friend I met in college. She was pretty, full of joy, and has a nice smile so I’m a very simple person when it comes to being attracted to people lol. I forced myself to get over it quickly and I’m thankful we still talk sometimes despite never really hanging out outside of the Christian group we were in lol.

3. Damn, this one’s about the friend referenced in “To see her smile again”. She’s literally just too perfect and the day I realized I got butterflies when she walked into the room was the day I fully realized/accepted that okay there’s more to me than being straight. I still don’t know how or why she loved me so well.

4. This one is about a friend I met in college, literally on the first day I was there. We were both in the same orientation group and were both so awkward we somehow stuck around together all 4 years lmao. Idk if she’s just awkward around me only or everyone, but by the end I could feel some kind of unspoken tension between us, especially after we went to see a play for the theatre class we took that was about Stonewall lol. A part of me wanted to say something but another part of me thought that maybe she was in a different place in the same journey of discovering her sexuality. The funniest part is that on Valentine’s Day I think a year ago we DM’ed on Instagram for 5 hours str8 (gay).

5. Aah yes, just another one of my Twitter crushes. Jk the first Twitter crush oooh! It took me like a good 6 months to fully accept said crush and like another 6 months to fully get over it. Truly I wish her all the best and all the healing.

V1.0

Once upon a time, These eyes grazed the truth

They saw the surface They saw someone With so much purpose

A life with a heart Transcending barriers and A mind with the ability To achieve great things

A person so pure Hiding their true self within Yet solid and confident in Serving

It was this willingness Intelligence Freedom To get lost in music and dance Goodness Integrity That led me to believe You were one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen.

And this, Is the truth that these eyes Could see

Objectively, Honestly, Truthfully, As transparently as Any teacher Any observer Any friend Knew you to be.

Yet still, My mind seems To have forsaken me.

What I know now Is what I failed to admit then What I replay in my head Is what I am slowly learning To accept within

It brings me shame To let these emotions Finally come in

And it brings me pain, Because that's not how I want to remember How and why This was perhaps, the "best" end.

I want to remember The objective observations The person we all saw, Not just me

I want to remember Rightfully, The words you said to me

I want to remember How I tried to look inside you So deeply

And how you gracefully Eloquently Opened up to me.

All I hope Is that these memories mean At least half of what they do to you As they do to me.

Even if I Can now look in this mirror And see, Say these words to myself Breathe And let them be,

I will never forget What you meant To everyone You met.

But because I tried To look so deep Because I tried To love you as you were, As you are I ended up finding something Only these eyes now Could see.

I cannot say That I fell in love With a fantasy

Because love Is so vast and deep

But there was A new feeling inside of me An emotion I would hide Because I never wanted it to be Outside For anyone To see.

I look back at these moments That replay inside my mind From every bathroom anxious tear I cried Unknowingly Became the catalyst For this "why"

Why was I so anxious And afraid? But that won't explain Why did I even feel The way that I did?

I didn't want to I pushed it down So easily It took me almost 5 years To finally accept This story That lingered inside of me.

Once I see A heart, soul, human life To love, I jump in wholeheartedly

Because I guess That is just who I am, Who I was made to be.

But I didn't expect That I'd be here Confronting these Treacherous conflicting feelings That to the casual observer Make it seem like It was all for me, Self-motivated Self-intentioned Just to set my eyes on something I could not define At the time.

If not me If I can't believe it, I hope you know Remember And see That regardless of what I felt The words we never said Still give you more Than a thousand reasons To keep on breathing And to keep on being The beautiful person We all knew You'd grow to be.

V2.0

Imagine What this heart can do Imagine What this heart can feel What these eyes Can see inside Before the mind Redraws the lines.

Imagine God's truth Willfully entering the soul Revealing more

Than I could ever know But all that I feel Is beyond words.

Imagine That what is beyond words Is not beyond shame

In fact, Shame has now met these emotions And tainted this love, The love the Lord has given To this heart of mine

This love that was pure Of good intention Is now questioned, Because of the reality, My reality, The way my mind sees

I can only perceive What these eyes gaze upon And the brain processes, filters, Through its many recognized colors

I cannot see What was not meant for me And what is Beyond me.

With these eyes, Imperfect and perhaps blind, They let me look upon a face Labeling it within me as shame Instead of grace

I used to be able to see, What I thought so innocently, Now a darkened fiend Of what was made A friend

What has now surfaced Became lies What has harbored Is judgment Internally, And nocturnal I have become

This is merely Not what I wanted to see But rather A predator where it meets its prey Onlooking the target Ready to strip Its life away

But here, This life is dignity Of the soul across the room Once the prime and primitive Instincts and defense mechanisms activate, There is no more reason, No way That words will ever be able To explain.

This Feels lost Feels lonely Like no one but me Will understand clearly That I love Deeply Wholly I dare say beautifully Whether or not these feelings Are just my feelings Or beyond Only my reality.

Because reality Is subjective Different between both you and me But somehow still We may find common ground Where the images our minds outline Overlap and see the same

It is here, where more than I Can finally understand. It is here, Where words are no longer the enemy But the potion and antidote To this shame

For this shame Has met humility Vulnerability The courage To be me

Even if The whole world will never know I know the whole world Will never understand, I still stand With my heart tall Convicted with truth Rooted in the Lord's Truth That you are so beyond and Better than beautiful It fills me With awe.

V3.0

These new eyes that have seen Change unfolding Have also seen Love unraveling.

From all the sweetness And fondness Of pure untarnished memories, To what I don't know if I know How to see,

This is me Raw and untouched Naked and ashamed To have loved The friend who was Never meant For me.

Blessed was I To have found one So faithful and kind For once not out of reach But yet still Out of my league With all the riches Of intelligence to joy And of course A smile that was not For the faint of heart to see

I have loved before, For it was here I found love In the purest form First, foremost, Of friendship

It was here Where every good thing That resonated inside me Grew tenfold With this unknown blessing That I had fathomed to know Beyond blessings ever received.

Yet, Little did I know, It took courage To love this way. Selfless Never ill-intentioned I tried to be Until the end.

It was generously That she gave me And so kindly Yet humbly I tried to give back Never feeling like What I gave was enough, As she so gracefully Accepted everything Speaking to me without words It was more than enough.

There is not a single soul That I have met Who could ever be Her Anything like her, Who could also be Or will likely ever be My friend.

It was on the days We left, Where our presences departed Where I had no regrets

But it was then When I realized The sadness and grief Was yet the loss Of love, Including the Lord's Love.

It was she, Who lamentably taught me How butterflies felt Inside me All the way To fear and shame Of this very discovery

As well as The best hugs Any person may probably ever give me.

There is no one like her, And there is no one better for her Than her husband, And this I know, It is he who I know To be faithful, kind, Courageous, righteous, Steadfast and Unconditionally loving

But somehow, I ask the Holy Spirit Did you bring her Here To teach me About love, faithfulness, and joy? Did you bring her Here To show me light in the world Once more? Did you bring her here To have a friend for once, To give me courage to speak, To love a friend deeply? And did you bring her here So that I could love so deeply That I found this part of me?

I can still say To this day That I have No regrets About anything I Have written or said To this friend, The greatest gift, A catalyst For this journey, And the one who gives The best hugs With the sweetest smiles I’ll ever be blessed to receive.

V4.0

Once where A new era began, A seed was planted In the mere probability of our existence

We did not find each other We stumbled upon one another In a way where awkwardness Was the main contributor To our similarities

Yet you stayed And I of course, stayed Somehow we relished In a relieving familiarity

Perhaps, It brought us together For that reason.

But what we had And what we have Has grown from a seed,

Watered, waiting We are here Where I never thought we would be: Friends now far away, Yet still able to relate

But even then What does it mean? It may not mean much of anything.

For a fleeting feeling Lines the nerves of my being Extremities tense While the rest of me at peace

For this is the only awkwardness We have known to overcome, Time and time again, —I never know Where your thoughts go

There is so much to be learned So much we will never know But in each other, We have still grown.

Maybe this is the best feeling I would never have known If I were not able To express it freely

Maybe one day Our lives not our hearts Will collide Telling the same story Of who we were always meant to be.

V5.0

To Jade, A jewel of always Every color but green,

Your story is a wonderful epic, Tales of travels That never grow old

They write an unapologetic narrative Of every highest mountain top And every lowest valley

You have climbed as high Just as much as you Have fallen down and cried

And I, I so wished to see and to learn Of every broken piece to your life That you thought you needed to earn

But I, Even with good intentions Fell into a hole I could not climb

I embraced every part At the expense of my joy Only adding To my despair

But you taught me What strength and courage Could be

To say it is easy To wake up every day Without the one Who loved you most Is irreparable As much as he was irreplaceable

To say the scars it leaves behind Are mere wounds of the flesh to be tended to Would simply be a lie

But still I Fell in love with What it could look like To see you wake up every morning And choose life

For there is nothing more brave As the story you write And continue to write.

I still stand by And wish to look upon your life To see how far you've come

But at least I've passed beyond The emotions I feared would last forever

Back then I was confused Back then I was still learning And I thank you for helping me Find who I am

Even if I can never say I fell as deep for love's sake, If I ever find you Stumble upon Or see you I will find the reddest rose And gift it to you

For the honor and memory of your brother And for the honor and memory of you Because sometimes words Will never be enough To describe what will always Be blooming in you (And how you've allowed me To blossom too).

Conclusion / V1.5

Without what happened that night These essays would never have turned to poems

Without the words we never said I wouldn’t have these reasons why I write

You are still as beautiful as the day I met you And the day I left you when I accepted You will remain a memory, not a friend meant for forever Or even for a second

But still, I do not hesitate To smile and be embarrassed Knowing now all That I did not know then That brings clarity, closure, and an end.

I never loved you But I definitely liked you Enough to zone in on Every beat of your heart

Enough to make you see Who you were always made to be And how worthy you are To be you, To be everything you are.

And so here I remain, Content and at peace Knowing I am allowed To never-more be ashamed.

[mcrmadness]

Rambling about my (dä fan)art...

I was writing another post and this kinda got out of hand and turned into me talking about my art overall. I’m gonna put this under the cut because I don’t know if people are interested in my art nor especially in my thought about it and my “art history” basically, but if you are, then I hope you enjoy.

And yes, this is gonna be about my die ärzte fanart mainly!

So let’s start with the HELL coverart drawing because that’s what I was talking about originally:

I’m extremely happy with how the drawing turned out in the end and I like that feeling of success when I’m happy with something I have created. That is not always self-evident with myself. More than often I have plain hated my drawings or have felt like there should be something done differently, or something that I could always improve at and do better. So this feeling where I’m actually content and happy with what I have created is something new and different. I have a dopamine rush every time I look at that drawing. I like the drawing. I think it looks nice. And I’m extremely happy about this fact and I am not afraid of admitting it. Perfectionism is a curse and a gift. It can sometimes make your life a living hell when something that is perfectly good still feels like it’s not enough. When everyone else sees that what you have done is actually good or even great but your brain just keeps repeating how it’s shit and everyone else is just delusional and that they don’t see what you see. And this is like the polar opposite of that feeling. It wasn’t other people who were delusional, it was you and youself all along. You were the one seeing the image in your head and the drawing not matching that image. Other people saw only what you had created and couldn’t compare it to anything. And that doesn’t mean it was never good.

So whenever I do these comics and comic style drawings nowadays, I just feel so happy. I feel that I am no longer failing them, I feel like I can draw the image I see in my head. I finally feel like I can draw, I have some skills, I’m not a professional and maybe not as good as everyone else but I’m good at what I’m doing. This is my thing and I’m good at it and it’s enough. And I love it when I feel like I’m improving. For years I felt like I was stuck, like my skills would have been glitching somehow, I didn’t get better no matter how much I drew. But I guess I tried too much and was too harsh on myself because I believed that a drawing is good only when no reference photos have been used. And I sucked at drawing without them. I still do! I was staring at the Hell coverart the whole time I was drawing! I wouldn’t have been able to do this if I didn’t! And this feels particularly good also because this is the first time I have tried something different with these comics. I have never tried to draw a photo or existing picture with this style. I have only drawn my comics and those I have created all by myself. The clothes come from what I have seen in videos and photos but the plots are created by me alone, with a idea coming from somewhere actual usually, as inspirations do.

For comics I do look at reference photos of people sitting or standing, or I look at the mirror, or even take photos of my own hand to be able to draw something. And that’s lots of fun and also challenging because I’m mixing there my old habit of portrait drawing with my less serious comic book style but I really really do like the combination. It also makes me feel that I am memorizing what I draw and the next time when I need to draw that same posture, I no longer need the reference photos because they’re no in my brain. And in my muscle memory. My hand remembers how to do the lines now.

Here you can see one of the sketches I did in 2018 - I had this image in my head and I wanted to draw it and I just... drew it in my sketchbook. Didn’t use pencil. But now I’ve noticed I like doing these on proper paper instead of the sketchbook AND it’s so much more fun to first draw the sketch with the pencil and then draw on it with the fineliners. That I have always done with the comics (apart from one) because they take more time than these quick sketches. But here you can see Farin’s legs on the first image - I think I might have looked at reference photos for that but then it was so much easier to do the to the comic I made in 2019.

I have now also figured out that a big part of my style is not to draw just simple straight lines. I like making those sketch-like lines even with the marker. They look more rough but that’s something I like seeing with my art. That’s what I was missing when I was staring at the lines I had drawn before and hated every detail of them. They were too clean and neat.

^These two I have also drawn on my sketchbook in 2018 and I don’t really know why. I guess I was still a bit stupid and didn’t really realize I’m drawing again. But anyway, they both were inspired by my own fanfiction I have written a long time ago. It’s one of my favorite self-written fanfics and it had these two scenes I just saw in my head and felt like I could try drawing them. Maybe that’s why they are in my sketchbook, I wasn’t sure if they were going to turn out even good... The marker around the second one obviously was shit and the paper wasn’t good for it, and I never finished with it so it looks a bit weird. Do I need to say that I really enjoy drawing very small, repetative details, like those tiles? It’s so soothing, almost like a therapy.

I think that quitting antidepressants in 2013 has done so much good for my creativity. If you compare my work from 2011 to 2019, the difference is huge - all are just parts from my comics:

Can you guess see the difference? But have to admit I am jealous for myself for how I have drawn Farin’s hair to the 2011 one and maybe have forgotten to color Farin’s arm but... I actually had so long pause from drwing (~8 years) that I forgot how I did that and had to use THAT as a reference when I was trying to draw late 80s Farin’s at some point last or this year :D

Anyway, my style with the shadows is a little different when I use colored pencils than when I use markers. This is from my latest comic from this year, where I experimented with Promarkers the way I had never done before and I really like how it came to be:

I have owned this set of Promarkers (black + 5 greys) for years and have never really used them, apart from the black which I usually used for the thick lines anyway. And wanted to see if I could find some use for the greys too! (Yes that’s Bela back there - this comic was an alternative ending for Für Immer music video :D)

And I wanna end this post with a face progress comparison for all three. During this I also noticed that before I used to draw their side profiles and it was really difficult to find images where I’d have drawn from from the front. And nowadays I have mainly drawn them from the front and it’s hard to find side profiles! Interesting! Here’s one of Farin and Bela from a drawing I made this year:

Also the hand that was so much fun to draw but I also took photos of my own hand in that posture in order to even draw that - that was fun! :D

But here are the last three images - using the HELL one as the last for each, of course:

Bela has always been the easiest to draw. And the first one of these three is actually from my first ever Bela&Farin comic! I didn’t color their skin back then. With the next ones I already did color their skins too but I used darker colors to do the shadows. Nowadays I do the shadows with fineliners. Or it depends - that 2019 one doesn’t have that lol.

Damn it was so difficult to find something where I’d have draw Farin from the front :D And I see the HELL one literally is my second (or third) time drawing Farin with his grin. Or if you count all those numerous extra mouths I drew because I failed the first one, then I have drawn his grin at least 15 times by now. I probably can draw his teeth with no reference photos from now on.

I haven’t drawn Rod too many times. I can actually count about... 5 times? And then there’s only 2 times when I’ve drawn his side profile but he’s at the background. I don’t know if I’ve ever really succeeded at that, I usually try to draw his head a more round and his eyes smaller than for Bela and Farin and I was actually bit worried for the HELL one and was wondering if I’m going to ruin the whole thing. But in fact, that was actually easiest of them to draw. And STILL I’m surprised by how alike he looks in that last one. In fact, I think his dacial features are perfect for a carricature drawing so you don’t need to do more than a few lines for the mouth and it looks like his mouth. The middle one was for a drawing I made for a friend and with this I actually looked at photos so that I could draw some of his hairstyles from the 90s and I liked this one the best and it was also quite easy to draw too.

Do I even have to say that I’m not extremely motivated what comes to drawing? I feel like my creative has become what it has never been before. I still don’t really know what to draw but I just feel that whatever it is I’ll start next, it will be good. And if it doesn’t... who cares? I had so much fun with those extra mouths  of Farin which was maybe visible from the video I filmed, and that is what makes drawing worth it. Before I took the drawing process so seriously and a mistake felt like the end of the world but now I laugh at them and make fun of them and don’t take them too seriously. And I always have ways to fix these, or I can redraw. Just like I did with Farin’s mouth (or a half of his face actually) for this newest drawing. The most important thing is that I’m having fun and enjoying what I do, that way usually the outcome will also be a success.

I have now at least 2 dä comics on my to-do list (I don’t remember if there’s a third one too) + one pencil drawing that is halfway there. It will take one more night/day for it to get it finished. I also have probably 5 ideas for self-comics etc. in my sketchbook and I try to find some time to work on those. Or actually I have a plenty of time. Adhd, time blindness and executive dysfunction just make it feel as if I didn’t :D Can’t wait to get working on my next drawing projects, tho!

(I wish I knew how to make art for a living even but that’s a topic that will need its own post which I’m probably do in a near future if I don’t forget :D)

[comradeclown]

OK, so in honour of my top posts now being me saying at various degrees of length that Arthur is gay (hashtag mylegacy, lmao…), I thought I should just go for it and actually dive in a bit a lot into why I read the character as gay. Now, usually all the justification I need to read a character as gay is “wouldn’t it be cool if this character I like/relate to/etc were gay like me?” and “it’s OK, officer, I do what I want”, and I’m well aware that 99% of the time it’s me using my own creativity to do a resistant reading + the film/book/whatever bumbling into subtext entirely by accident. And while I definitely don’t think there’s ever any more justification needed for any kind of LGBT reading, lol, as it comes to Arthur, obviously feel free to disagree with me, but I honestly think my read of him as a gay man is entirely textually supported, however unwitting and accidental that might have been on the part of the filmmakers (mind you, I don’t think it was Todd Phillips’ conscious intent, but I’m like… 85% sure Joaquin Phoenix knew exactly what he was doing).

(ETA that this is extremely long, so I’ve put it all under a cut.)

First of all, there’s of course… pretty much the entirety of Joaquin Phoenix’s performance (a very, very small sample can be found in my he gay son tag and just generally in my arthur fleck tag, ha), from his mannerisms to his physicality to the way he interacts with other characters. I know part of it is a function of wanting to go back to the character’s campy roots (which are themselves… you know…), and I know I’m relying on stereotypes to some extent, but first of all, you can’t divorce either camp or gender non-conformity from LGBT history and existence, and secondly this is literally how characters have been coded as gay throughout the entire history of cinema. What I’m saying here is that you can’t have a character who acts like Arthur does, literal limp wrist and all, or says “come on, Muuuurrrayyy, do I look like the kind of girl clown who could start a movement” the way he does, to pick one of many, many examples, and not evoke the long history of cinematic wink emojis at People Like Me.

That in itself would… honestly be plenty, lol, but it could be chalked up to, idk, Joaquin Phoenix doing his own thing, were it not for the fact that it’s completely reinforced at every turn by the filmmaking language, even down to his wardrobe choices, and it’s worth noting at this point that the framing is always one of empathy — albeit with nuance — and affording the character subjectivity, rather than being “ew, look at this gross [homophobic slur]”. Like, the very first time we see Arthur, literally our first impression of the character, he’s at a mirror, putting on make-up and then ruining it by crying, and while the make-up is of course part of his job, this is just not how the inner crises of straight male characters are expressed in the language of cinema. Of note too is the fact that he’s clearly visually separated from his co-workers in all the scenes at Ha-Ha’s, indicating his alienation from them, and while this could be chalked up purely to his disabilities, I don’t buy that that’s the only reason, given that Gary gets shit due to his dwarfism, sure, but at the end of the day he’s clearly “one of the boys” in a way Arthur (can’t be) isn’t.

There are honestly so many examples of the framing working to separate Arthur from conventional masculinity and heterosexuality that I’m just going to pick some highlights, such as: obviously, the way he expresses himself emotionally through dancing (to the point that one of his coworkers explicitly ribs him about it, “if your dancing doesn’t do the trick”), which again is not something that straight male characters do in the language of cinema. The fact that all the media we see him consume is musicals, classic comedies and a talk show he’s obsessively fannish about and watches with his mother — and we know he’s a fan of the show as a whole, not just Murray, hence him saying “I love Dr Sally” (and the way he says it…). Or, speaking of his media habits, when he’s dancing with the gun while watching Shall We Dance, this could have so, so easily been about him ~regaining his lost masculinity~ through, say, fantasies of revenge or badassery, but instead it’s about him being acknowledged as a great dancer and punishing bad dancers, and it all ends in slapstick anyway.

Also, while I’m on this topic, I want to address the nature of Arthur’s dissociative fantasies about Sophie. Honestly, I don’t read them as indicative of genuine romantic/sexual interest at all, because the film frames them as identical to Arthur’s more deliberate daydreams about Murray. I mean, not that I’m adverse to gay readings of that if that’s what you want to do, lmao, but to me they’re both very clearly post-traumatic fantasies of having another person look after you for once, of having someone value and cherish you and take care of you emotionally (which obviously has massive appeal if you’ve been dealing with the after-effects of catastrophic trauma all your life but nobody has given a shit about your suffering and you’ve had to be the one to look after other people to boot). Note that after the get-together with Sophie — which is clearly patterned after all those old comedies and musicals Arthur watches — the Sophie fantasies are incredibly platonic and involve things like having another person be there for you in a crisis, telling you something supportive, getting you a hot drink (in contrast with the reality of the hospital scene, in which Arthur is alone and he’s the one trying to comfort someone else, i.e., holding Penny’s hand), essentially no different from fantasy!Murray hugging Arthur and knowing exactly what to say to make him feel good about himself. Also note that both fantasies involve being the object of someone else’s affection, Murray picks Arthur out of the audience and Sophie comes to him, it’s a pillow princess Cinderella fantasy, more than someone loving you it’s about being loved. (And, once more, this could easily have all been v. v. different, the Murray fantasy could have been the much more conventionally masculine fantasy of being a famous comedian and being invited on Murray’s show, the Sophie fantasies could have had an undeniable sexual component, etc.)

Anyway, to get back to the general point of cinematic framing, again if the movie didn’t want me to read Artie as gay, it shouldn’t have had a pivotal moment in his character arc be him sitting at his mother’s vanity table, doing a new make-up look which involves using her lipstick, and then having a Moment while he’s literally holding a quasi-glamour shot of her.

And the thing is, all these reams of stuff aren’t even the key piece of the puzzle for me, which is the way in which the film as a whole can be read as a gay narrative. I’ve posted before about how part of the emotional catharsis of the film is about Arthur finally shamelessly embracing and even revelling in all his freakishness and socially-despised traits, a big one of which being what is arguably his effeminacy and… honestly I don’t need to explain how that’s a classic gay (and more generally LGBT) narrative, do I? Like, there’s a reason why a pivotal scene is Arthur having his hair-dyeing underwear rave in a flat that’s suddenly incredibly bright and sunny for the first time, it’s about reclaiming the pain and ugliness of your life and your circumstances into a space of potential liberation, which is honestly why this movie is always going to be incredibly personally meaningful to me for so many reasons, but definitely meaningful to me as a gay woman. (Again, this could so, so easily have been about him becoming some stone-cold badass or whatever, but instead the film has him dye his hair, put on a super garish new outfit and new make-up look, dance shamelessly in the street, and be incredibly campy on national television.)

More generally, there’s other aspects of the narrative arc that tie into this general theme and which also serve to continually distance Arthur from the conventional cinematic narratives of heterosexual manhood: for instance, once he starts fully embracing the Joker persona — which is… just Arthur, the crucial difference is in how others perceive him and how he perceives himself — any attraction to women, feigned or real, goes completely out the window and the only genuinely affectionate interaction he has with another human being is with Gary (I know we all love to joke about his first kiss being with Dr Sally, but it’s obviously Comedy Jokes and he doesn’t even kiss her for real, his make-up is completely intact; Arthur’s only real kiss in the movie is when he kisses Gary). Or, when Arthur’s personal narrative finally intersects completely with the larger social narrative — which is itself about upheaval, reclamation and potential liberation — the big triumphant moment is him once again dancing, this time for a cheering crowd, and using blood like lipstick to redraw his smile.

Or even, to a lesser extent, his whole sub-plot with his mother, before I watched the film I was worried that this was going to be the usual narrative about the henpecked guy who finally puts the bitch in her place as part of becoming a Real Man, and it’s not at all, quite the opposite, Arthur is not henpecked and is clearly in charge of the household, he genuinely loves Penny — and is confident she loves him back — and enjoys doing at least some things with her (them watching the Murray Franklin Show together), and up until the reveal any issues he has with her are largely the product of having to look after an ill person with zero social support and while working a physically and emotionally demanding job and dealing with his own disabilities. When he kills her, it’s a deeply sad and self-destructive scene and it’s the result of his profound anguish and sense of betrayal and he frames it as the bitter, trauma-haunted dark half of self-actualisation and self-acceptance (“that’s the real me”, “I haven’t been happy one minute of my entire fucking life”, “now I realise… it’s a fucking comedy”).

Or, at a more meta-textual level, the way the film is unabashedly both a pulpy thriller and a melodrama, just shamelessly embracing all its emotions, its pain and catharsis, without a trace of irony. Like, yeah, part of this is the immense sincerity and compassion Joaquin Phoenix brings to his performance, but it really is the movie’s approach as a whole, and when there is humour — and I do think there’s quite a lot of humour in the movie — it’s not the distancing, let’s-not-feel-anything-too-deeply-bro humour of your typical MCU movie, it’s the camp sensibility of laughing with and at your own tragedy. (Myriad examples down to the use of certain songs in the soundtrack.)

On a final note, you guys know how much I don’t care about authorial intent, but I feel compelled to point out that in his director’s commentary, Todd Phillips says, while discussing Arthur’s journey into becoming Joker, that he reads the larger pop-cultural character of the Joker as someone who doesn’t want women, and like… Again, it’s not like I think that he was deliberately making a gay narrative in any way, it’s just that if you’re creating this journey of a man who eventually becomes a character who’s not interested in women in that sense, you’ve also just ended up stumbling into a gay narrative accidentally on purpose, lmao, what’s the real difference between “at the end of the story, Arthur doesn’t want women because he’s ~da Joker now, baby, he doesn’t want anything~” and “at the end of the story, Arthur doesn’t want women because he’s gay and he’s no longer deeply repressed and closeted”?

Anyway, like I said, feel free to disagree, he’s a fictional character, lol, but this is where I’m coming from, and the reason why if everyone involved in the movie decided to make a statement tomorrow about how much Arthur Fleck wants to bone women I’d just say “shit, idc, I’m afraid you made a gay movie about Arthur Fleck, a gay man, it’s a little too late to retcon this bitch now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”. Also this is over 2,000 words long what the fuck I am so sorry

[shock777archive]

I got this question on deviantart, and I felt like reposting my answer here, in case anyone is interested :P 

THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG REPLY BUT BEAR WITH ME LOL When I first started drawing/am I self taught : I've been drawing since kindergarten. Anime specifically, since I was about 8 years old. so that's been uh...18 years since I've started drawing in the anime-esque style? I am self taught on these areas. I picked up a digital artist tablet at the age of 13 or so, (it was a wacom Graphire 4 4x5 in) so it's been 13 years of digital art practice i've gotten in. I have picked up several how to draw books over the years until i surpassed some of them. But even now i'm constantly referencing tutorials and poses, looking for ideas and color palettes, etc. I have taken some schooling in college for art. I took beginner's drawing and color theory and maybe a little of art history but that's about it before i quit lmao What inspired me to draw in the first place/what I first drew: The thing that inspired me to draw in the first place was my favorite cartoons. from a very young age i knew that cartoons weren't real, but it fascinated me that actual people could create almost living people. I related to cartoons, and even though they were fake characters, I just loved the idea of creating a whole world of my own. So I took up drawing in kindergarten. First things I drew were flowers, rainbows, trees, etc. But My first biggest undertaking was powerpuffgirls. lol This was the series that started it all. Began drawing tons of powerpuffgirls stories and oc's. For the next few years I would watch different things like all the standard cartoon network shows. But I watched yugioh and dbz and other anime things too. What also got me into anime art style was the online game neopets lol Their faeries designs ( http://images.neopets.com/games/pages/icons/screenshots/586/4.jpg ) kind of had an anime resemblance, so I started drawing those for a while. When I was 8 or 9 years old my father bought me my first how to draw manga book (this one in particular: https://www.amazon.com/Art-Drawing-Manga-Ben-Krefta/dp/1841931713  ) looking back on it, this book is terrible and the anime in it is so ugly looking lol. However, i used that thing religiously and began making my own characters like a blue elf girl and a human friend of hers. ( in fact, here's the post. i tried redrawing them recently lol: https://shock777.tumblr.com/post/145898896143/finding-old-art-is-the-best-cause-you-can-redraw ) ...Then the real transformation began once I started watching Teen Titans when it aired in 2003. I was 10 at the time. That show started my love for japan. The language interested me and I began researching Japanese songs and trying to sing along to them. I didn't know what the words meant, but the artistic style and meshing of western cartoons and anime of the show really piqued my interest. My earliest drawings of them suckedddd XD; As Teen Titans drew to a close near 2006-2007 ish, I picked up Naruto and then it was all over since then lol my anime style and weeb days really came into full force lol I thank naruto though. I learned how to draw more realistic anatomy as opposed to cartoony anatomy. It was a very wild ride, but it's all documented here on my deviantart page as I got this exact account around the same time! I started posting my work in 2008, so you can go back far enough into my gallery and see the progress XD; I keep the old cringe up because it just motivates me and hopefully others, to keep drawing and keep going farther! :) PHEW lol long history there XD I do have some of my old art!!! If you wanna see some, I've posted a little here: https://shock777.tumblr.com/tagged/old-art plus I already said there's a few still on my dA gallery haha Tips I can give to you: 1. And I think this is most important, JUST KEEP GOING. It's soooo tempting to quit drawing when things aren't going right and when you're not happy with how your art looks. Trust me, every artist I've ever known including myself have gone through this. It's so easy to compare your work to someone else's. The thing is, we're all in this together. No one expects a newborn to be able to file taxes or drive a car lol. We all have to evolve and change, and that change comes from consistent work. Art isn't an inherent talent, it is hard work that is honed over several years of blood, sweat and tears lmao JUST KEEP GOING. as I've mentioned, my old cringe art is still on my dA page. Back then when I was younger I was less concerned with things being perfect and I spam posted almost every doodle. And I began a "fanbase" i guess because of those days and my consistent posting. I've had this freaking deviantart page for 11 freakin years. If I had stopped drawing whenever I felt my art was imperfect or not good enough, I would have stopped posting around 2009. so...just keep going. And I'd even dare you to post your "shitty doodles" that you think aren't that great. Because you never know what someone else will see in it that you don't. Be confident, and never give up! 2. Soak up any tutorial and really focus on studying your favorite artist's styles. If there's something you want to replicate in your art that someone else is drawing, try to see how they do it. sometimes artists have tutorials posted and sometimes they don't. I have a few posted on my youtube channel ( https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLRB9xQBsGpfetNJbmXWZ1fL9d5IlqQs1w ) and some in my gallery. Don't exactly copy some things stroke for stroke, but try to add your little spin to something. Like sometimes I will see art senpai drawing a specific eye style I wanna replicate, but I don't like one part of the process. So sometimes I'll just add my own little addition, or just omit that process completely. Usually though, if the art style isn't necessarily super unique, you can copy a lot of mainstream styles without anyone really griping saying "oh you're just copying so and so's art style". It's important to look up to art senpais i think. They make me want to try harder lol 3. Take an art class if you're able. Color theory really helped me grasp things that I never had before. LIKE REFLECTIVE LIGHT FOR INSTANCE. I never drew that shit but now I do because DUH it's so freaking obvious lol It also helps to learn what colors neutralize others, complementary colors, analogous ones, etc. It's nice to have an eye for what matches together and to know the principles of art. I still have a lot of work to do when it comes to perspective, which we did cover a little in class lol but work on your own pace. If your college near you offers a class for beginners, take it if you're able. it will help you view things differently. 4. Copy realistically. Like, I'm talking look at a freaking object in your room and try to draw it. Once you can draw it semi realistically, you can then add your own little stylistic choices to it. Like so many artists who draw chibis or cartoony things, they more than likely know the proper proportions of people and anatomy. But they draw the proportions all whacky and it creates their own style. However it does help to know how they work in reality lol 5. TRACE OVER POSES. Sometimes I do this. I'm not saying to trace someone's art, but if you see some kind of pose on say a google image, or a stock photo, try sketching over it to get a feel for where the joints connect if you're working on anatomy. It reaaaallly helps you memorize where the arm would end, or where the torso connects to the hips. 6. Take advice and criticism well. If someone sees something you don't about your art, they may be on to something. It's not wrong if someone gives you a heads up that a proportion seems lacking or something seems too big or out of place. It will actually help you to see what others see. Sometimes we get in the habit of drawing something a certain way and it's hard to break that habit especially if you've drawn the same thing several hundred times. It will help you in the long run to just accept that you're always going to be improving. You'll never be perfect at drawing, so what do you have to lose? Just keep walking forward and learn what you can. 7. Flip the canvas. This is more or less a digital art tip, but please flip the canvas to make sure the proportions are not off. lol A lot of professionals have to flip the canvas until they get a feel for where things are placed. Another good tip is to use a stabilizer of some kind to draw straight lines. Paint tool sai has one at the very top of the window. It helps tremendously. 8. Draw what you like and don't feel bad for not drawing everything everyone else likes. Don't sacrifice your morals or your personal desires for something everyone else likes. If you're paid to draw something you don't like, thats another thing. but don't let people pressure you to draw stuff that you don't want to. You'll be much happier, and build an audience that is much like-minded to you. Be considerate of what your audience likes, sure, but remember at the end of the day, art is something to express one's self. Art is not and should not be a job. Even if you get paid money to draw or design things, it's important to take a break and draw something for yourself every once in a while. Be self indulgent, and treat yo self from time to time :) And uhhh...that's all I can think of for the time being. :') let me know if you have any further questions or if I need to clarify anything :) Thanks again!

[irreversiblemelody]

@reddiadem​

Socks is tired, stiff, and ready to lob a fireball straight through one of Kiki’s favourite pans, despite earlier interest in the prospect of having someone to help make their job less hellish and the agreement with the monster that for their current job, a strong partner would definitely be ideal. Why Kiki couldn’t just come herself was a question that was met with a whole host of bullshit answers and excuses. So Socks knows that once again, Fate is being a prick. 

That had been in the wee hours of the day, when the item had first started to resonate heavily, waking them up from what was for once, a day of somewhat peaceful sleep and Kiki had been standing in the lounge waiting for them to pass by. It’s dusk now, and they have a headache.

Twelve times they had to redraw the summoning circle because of a line being too crooked or a small disconnect that had been revealed when testing how applied magic went through. Five different times they had had to replace the candles and materials that needed to be placed on very specific points on the circle because things weren’t facing the right way or were too far apart, and they had gone through several books with some being useless, reading over about seventy different incantations until they found one that they could say without their lisp messing things up. Thankfully, the actual summoning attempt had only failed once before the circle lit up, the candles blazed, magic filled the air and a thick yet noncloying smoke spills forth. Though when the being appears beating his wings to clear said smoke, they raise an eyebrow and look at the book in their hand.

According to it, they would have to keep strict control and use binding words because the ‘summoned beast’ would be wild with fury and hatred, which, if this calm demeanor was how this ‘beast’ showed fury and hatred...they would need to be very careful. In addition to that the power they sense coming off this being was far more powerful than was said to be expected as well. Ridiculously so. Looking up when spoken to, they snap the book closed. If this doesn’t work out they quit for the day, no matter how much Kiki nagged or the item resonated. They don’t feel particularly motivated to try anymore, it’s more of a need to take a twelve-hour nap, then spend an extra day in bed with tea, juice, and chocolate croissants than any sort of determination to see this through any further.

Giving a somewhat lackluster little bow, they decide to get the whole talking and negotiating a contract part done and over with. Habitually adjusting their hat the witch takes a brief moment to take a breath and rub their throbbing temple. Beginning, maybe a bit too casually

“Hi, you don’t have to kneel anymore. Mm, alright. To begin with, you’re in my home and... boutique the Inkblot. Located in the Bleeding Fore’th’t, not a particularly good or th’afe location, no name anyone can recall for the planet, The End happened a while ago, and the daytime here i’th pretty much-guaranteed Death. ...there are gargantuan plant’th and ...living creature’th. All intelligent and they range from extremely powerful and dangerou’th to unknowable and unpredictable,” they pause when they hear faint noises in the kitchen, meaning Kiki was expecting this to go well and making tea and such for them and their possible .....temporary partner. Or whatever the proper term was. Focusing back on him they continue,

 “Now ...onto why I brought you here. Primarily, I work for Fate, I have to deliver item’th to people or creature’th or location’th that are meant to have them for whatever rea..mm, for whatever inevitable event the item i’th meant for. Normally I have to go to different demen...different, uh, realitie’th to get the job done. But,uh, not thi’th time.” 

They take a moment to breathe, trying not to focus on just how many times they’ve lisped or stumbled over their own words since they’ve started trying to explain things, or the powerful urge to just saying fuck the consequences and telling him ‘nevermind’, sending him back, and then giving into that twelve-hour nap urge. Maybe an entire day long nap. But, just barely keeping their decisions sane they continue,

“ However, the only way to get to Kraden, a hidden village where the item belong’th , I need to travel along a magically marked path...that i’th regrettably only viewable in the daytime. I don’t know why. But, what I’ll need from you will be protection. If I need to hunt for food, eat or nap.  If we are unfortunate enough to have to battle or need to get away from a Day Creature....I will need time to perform more powerful and effective magic. If all goe’th well the trip to and from Kraden will take a week.  Do you agree to all of thi’th? Or do you have any que....do you have any inquirie’th for me? ”

[mattfinch1]

For this drawing I started by loosely going over the shapes of the structure I made, tracing over the image with a continuous line drawing method. I then would take the paper off the page and move it at a different angle. and redraw areas over again.

Eventually I started to layer up. I got to this stage where it was very busy with lines and the way it spread broadly across the page. I liked the single lines drawing imperfections and how the lines weren't perfectly straight. At this point I was complete with tracing and moved onto adding some contrast and colouring using inks.

This was my final result for this drawing. I used different ink colours and went around areas and edges, some even filling in full “bricks” I then went around with black ink and loosely created a line trail to add thickness to some of the lines and create an interesting shape that goes around the three dimensional parts of the bricks and has lots of various angles and turns. The black lines really tied the rest of the picture together, connecting all the different shapes. 

[elizabd-illustration]

Peony Gent - Practice in Progress

This weeks practice in progress talk was led by illustrator and poet Peony Gent. She gave us insight into her working methods and the way she transforms the mundane and everyday into her quaint and captivating illustrations.

Gent explained how the start of her process is to keep a sketchbook and document life around her, exploring ordinary moments and mundane activities, to keep a visual diary allows her to offload ideas without the pressure of worrying about an end result. Gent encouraged us to engage in active life drawing and go to different atmospheres and environments to capture parts of society that may be overlooked. I found it particularly interesting that she chose to sit in a small claims court and engage in drawing there, I’d take to follow these ideas and do some drawing in an alternative environment, when our Covid restrictions are reduced.

Gents exploratory and experimental drawing was fascinating to me and since her talk I have tried to incorperate some of her methods myself. In her sketchbooks she mentioned she will often draw and redraw the same object multiple times until one reflects the energy she intended, I have been repeating this process and drawing things over and over again and grouping images which contain similar content. Gent stated her best work primary illustrations are created when she put limimting factors or rules in place, such as drawing with as few lines as possible or using straight lines only or limiting colour.

For Sarah - Peony Gent

These pages are part of Gent’s project ‘For Sarah’ which is a visual poetry narrative which incorperated her technique of redrawing. She went to the street where Sarah, a childhood friend, and her had lived and redrew the scenes after she had passed away. Each drawing becomes more and more fragmented as the redrawing process distorts the image the more times it’s repeated. Just as our own memories of lost loved ones fade as time passes, so do Gents drawings as they become more disintergrated.

[superbatbigbang]

Superbat Big Bang 2017 Masterlist

Week One

June 21st The Crush Zone metropolisjournal, steals_thyme Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 9k, Explicit

(set during Batman v. Superman) After the showdown at the Gotham Port and a hostile confrontation with the Bat vigilante, Clark tries to apologize for wrecking the Batmobile. Bruce is so angry, he can hardly keep his priorities straight. Will Bruce be able to hide what he thinks of the alien, or will everything end badly?

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | masterpost on tumblr --- June 22nd You Were Always on My Mind blue_jack, Marourin Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 17k, Explicit

It wasn’t that Clark loved Bruce less, or admired him less, or had stopped being able to see all the things that had made him fall in love with Bruce in the first place. He just … didn’t want to be around him at the moment, found himself wondering what else Bruce would say to get his point across, what else he’d do to make sure Clark kept his distance.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | masterpost on tumblr --- June 23rd I'll Show You a Silver Rose mithen, yamada Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 8k, Teen+

When Clark is trapped in the Phantom Zone, he can only watch in horror as Bruce interacts with the shapeshifter that has taken his place.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- June 24th I’d Learn To Float Meduseld, Selofain Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 19k, Teen+

Clark Kent is an up and coming gossip reporter, and a fledgling superhero, and he’s doing alright. Then Bruce Wayne adopts an orphan and everything goes to hell. In a good way.

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Week Two

June 25th Ghastly Murders in the East End dippkip, Kingy Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 38k, Teen+

London, 1888. A vicious killer known as Jack the Ripper has begun haunting the district of Whitechapel. In light of Scotland Yard’s inability to solve the case, intrepid reporter Clark Kent has made it his mission to track down this fiend and bring them to justice, though he may find himself more deeply involved in the affair than he bargained for.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- June 26th The Other World Ginger, scumashslanderson Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 11k, Teen+

In this emotional story, Barry Allen goes missing on a mission fighting a new villain named DeathNote. Clark and Bruce must figure out where Barry disappear to. However, after a confrontation with DeathNote one will go to another Universe/World. Will the other save them in time? Or will DeathNote get to them?

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- June 27th Everyone Knew Eventually vidavitavi, Roscuro Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 29k, Explicit

It took a little indirect help from a couple of embarrassing incidents, his ex, and his best friend’s son.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | tumblr masterpost --- June 28th The End of the Star Lopithecus, VaticanSaint Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 38k, Explicit

Bruce Wayne, is attacked and kidnapped on his way home from a charity event. Mysterious men whisk the billionaire away to a remote planet, light years away from Earth. A star system in peril needs his help. He must act to save the people of this strange new world. Things are not always as they seem, and what awaits on this alien odyssey will challenge even the Batman’s resolve.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- June 29th Practical Magic Pandamomochan, KatsuyaCrimson Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 22k, Explicit

From love spells, to body swaps, to gender switcheroos, Bruce and Clark have no luck with magic. Then again, maybe some magical mischief is just the trick these heroes need to finally admit their feelings.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- June 30th Shotgun Kiss KatsuyaCrimson, catgoboom Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 9k, Explicit

After being together over 25 years, age is getting to Bruce Wayne. Batman and Superman being the only things that drive Bruce to continue living, and for Clark to watch this, well most days feel like madness. They share a kiss to take away that madness.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 1st The Wrong Foot Kitty, orotea Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 16k, General Audiences

Krypton is under attack by an alien threat and the Justice League is called to assist. As thanks, Krypton offers young scientist Kal-el to travel to earth and update the Justice League's tech. But, as Kal will soon discover, it's pretty hard to do your job when you've got a bat breathing down your neck.

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Week Three

July 2nd Hope BuckinghamAlice, Kingy Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 12k, Teen+

When Bruce goes to visit Martha Kent eighteen months after Clark is killed, he discovers that Clark is back from the dead... and is now raising a baby who looks suspiciously like a mix of the two of them. As the two of them learn to co-parent, they must ask themselves if what was between them is really all in the past.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 4th Make Your Mark (On My Heart) technopat3, ireallyshouldbedrawing Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 8k, Explicit

Clark always thought he was an Alpha, then he thought no Alpha would want him. Bruce wants to prove otherwise.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 5th This Side of the Stars architeuthis, TKodami Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 43k, Teen+

After Clark's death, Bruce finally gets to know him.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 6th Like a Steel Trap missigma, Batdad/mizgoat lark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 27k, Explicit

A young Bruce Wayne travels to Metropolis to try to gather more information about a mysterious new hero, Superman. After his first attempt—questioning reporter Clark Kent in his hotel room—proves fruitless, he returns to his original plan to meet the man himself. Long aware of a kidnapping plot, Bruce allows himself to be taken captive in hopes that Superman will rescue him. While Superman does make an appearance, nothing else goes according to plan.

fic on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr --- July 7th Pieces of Us ComposerofDiscord, scumashslanderson Hernan Guerra/Kirk Langstrom, 60k, Mature

“It’s human nature to want to live, and therefore Kirk shouldn’t be ashamed, but he was. He is. As soon as those otherworldly eyes met his, he knew this was not what he signed his life away to.” Kirk is recruited by the government to work on a confidential project. Desperate to find a cure for his cancer, he accepts only to find what he was testing was whom he was testing. By then, he couldn't turn back. What's done is done as he struggles to undo the mess he's made.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | tumblr masterpost --- July 8th Engraved In Our Souls Nixie DeAngel, Batdad/mizgoat Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 9k, Teen+

It started with pain, with warm blood and bold, black letters. How was he to know it'd lead to a pair of gorgeous eyes, shimmering with the promise of life long happiness and love? Or, after years of waiting, Bruce finds his soulmate in the least likely of places.

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Week Four

July 9th I Pulled A Thorn From His Tiny Paw bisexualagentcooper, architeuthis Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 8k, Teen+

When there's a Superman imposter, Batman and Superman must work together to get to the bottom of it.

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Amnesty Week

July 12th Saudade steals_thyme, architeuthis, TKodami Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 20k, Teen+

It's midsummer, 2006. In the wake of his son's death, Bruce Wayne tries to outrun his grief on a cross-country road trip. When his car breaks down on a dusty road in the heart of Kansas, a friendly stranger stops to lend a hand.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 13th The Pitter Patter... of the Shower BuckinghamAlice Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 3k, Explicit

Clark and Bruce try to have sex without waking the baby.

fic on Ao3 | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 13th Pole Dancing Hernan scumashslanderson Hernan Guerra/Kirk Langstrom, art, Mature

pole dancing Hernan for @superbatbigbang Amnesty week. A thought continued from this post because the uniform of Zod from Superman 2 looks like a dancer’s uniform.

art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr --- July 15th Fortunate Accident BananaMuffinSpecial Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 13k, Teen+

Clark confessing his feelings to Bruce was never part of the plan, and now both of them have to face the consequences.

fic on Ao3 | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 15th all each riddles, when unknown susiecarter, steals_thyme, TKodami Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 51k, Mature

Post-MoS AU: Clark, struggling to deal with the events of Black Zero Day, is assigned a straightforward human-interest piece—on Wayne Enterprises. Then Batman catches Superman's attention, Clark Kent starts investigating Batman, Bruce Wayne spends a lot of time arguing with hitting on Clark Kent, and Bruce's best efforts to find a way to hurt Superman start to bear fruit. And then things get complicated.

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Art Prompt Challenge

katsuyacrimson: Week Seventeen | Redraw a Panel Lial-Draws: Week Three | In the Rain, Week Four | Suit Porn, Liodain: Week One | Princess Carry, Week Two | Morning Coffee, Week Three | In the Rain, Week Nine | Cape Porn (NSFW), Week Ten | Disturbingly Hot Apocalypse Dreams (Gore, Body Horror) marourin: Week Thirteen | Chains scumashslanderson: Week One | Princess Carry, Week Three | In the Rain, Week Eleven | Flying Kiss, Week Seventeen | Redraw a Panel yamad-a: Week One | Princess Carry, Week Eight | On Your Knees, Week Eleven | Caught in the Act (NSFW)

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