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Hi! How do I write a mafia novel?

How To Write A Mafia Novel

The term “mafia novel” makes me think of a few possibilities here. It could be (1) an action-thriller where our hero is either fighting the mafia or is a part of the mafia or (2) a mafia romance novel, where the love interest(s) come from rich mafia backgrounds.

If you’re writing an action/adventure story where mafia are the bad guys:

They need to have a cause – a twisted one. No matter how bloodthirsty these mafias might be, no one works so hard for fun. 

They’re struggling financially. This is a great motive for the bad guys to attack the hero, or use more cruel methods than usual. 

The ones who are going against the mafia would be independent investigative agencies or the Federal Bureau of Investigation, not your typical cop or police. 

They’re allied with other crime groups, even with some backdoor government organizations. I don’t think the depiction of mafia groups as a self-sufficing group always exchanging insults with other groups in inaccurate. Also, this raises the story stakes when your back guys combine with other bad guys to get back at the hero.  

They can’t be threatened with just an incriminating recording or photo, especially if they’re obtained illegally – which means they’re unlikely to have power as evidence.

Mafia leaders realistically won’t force their children to take over – in fact, they’ll want to keep their family out of it altogether. 

If you’re writing an action/adventure story where mafia are the good guys:

Give them a motto that gives them a cause for the higher good. Like ‘manners maketh men’ in the Kingsmen movies. In a loose sense, the Kingsmen are mafia too – they’re a secret society with lots of money, etc. 

A running theme would be that you can afford to use questionable methods as long as the outcomes are good. The mafia would kill, steal, imprison and murder – but they always have a convincing reason. Plus, the bad guys are doing a lot worse. 

The mafia organization is flawed in a critical way. This can be anything – a newbie who starts to question the mafia’s practices, or a corrupt leader, etc. This flaw will cripple this apparently sturdy organization at the end of Act II, raising the stake sky high. 

Give them secret codes, special weapons, a quirky dress code, a tattoo? 

Show how the mafia are tightly networked among themselves, often in a good way. The senior mafia mentoring the newbies, colleagues struggling through their probation periods together, etc. The mafia are a tight-knit organization. 

For a mafia romance, what the mafia really does or how they’re structured, etc. isn’t that important. As long as you get the black suits, expensive Jaguars, and exclusive clubs/hotels vibe right, you have enough mafia worldbuilding. What’s important are the characters. 

If you’re writing a male mafia love interest:

They’re high-ranking, filthy rich, intelligent, and cold-minded individuals who are powerful beyond your usual realm of rationality. The absolute unrealness of these sexy competent men is what’s appealing. 

The mafia background becomes the “hurtful dark backstory”. One of the main selling points of dark mafia love interests is that on the inside, they’re fractured puppies in need of some sunshine to soften up. Give them a good reason why they’re assholes to your female love interest in the beginning. They’re repressed – high time.

They must be able to draw a line between being adorably overprotective and unreasonably controlling. The same goes for their use of violence. Sure, a male mafia love interest may kill that stalker who’s been bugging our heroine but don’t have him putting bullets in the heads of people who just mildly irritate him – that’s a huge turnoff. 

If you’re writing a female mafia love interest:

Your heroine is a clear-minded, physically fit, confident, and competitive mafia queen/princess with both eyes fixed on power and success – until the male love interest comes along, either as an enemy mafia or a clueless softball. 

Alternatively, they’re oppressed by their father/brother(s) who are hard-core, bloodless men. These heroines are capable in ways that are not approved by their mafia family (like a career in social services or running a bakery, whatever) and need someone to understand and remove them from their toxic family – our male love interest. 

Again, feel free to use the mafia background as a source for some juicy, traumatizing backstory.

Hope this helps :) 

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Make-up Lovin' - A Kamala Harris Fanfic NSFW

Fem!Reader sum: The Vice President is too busy to have fun with her girlfriend so she decides to take care of it by herself as usual. But tonight takes an unexpected turn when Kamala decides to make up for all the distant, cold nights caused by her hectic schedule. warnings: smut, age-gap, masturbation, getting caught, sexual tension, hotel sex, strap-ons

It's another stressful and busy day in the life of the Vice President as she campaings around the nation. As her girlfriend, you expected the evening to end the usual way: alone and touch-starved, so you decide to take things into your own hands. But tonight takes an unexpected turn when Kamala decides to make up for all the distant, cold nights caused by her hectic schedule.

You lie on the large king-sized bed in Kamala’s suite at the hotel, staring at the ceiling. You’re not sure when, or even if, she’ll come back tonight. She had a rally downtown earlier, and lately, she’s always caught up in something. The smell of lavender from the candles fills the room, their soft glow casting shadows on the walls. Outside, the sounds of the city flow through the window—sirens, car horns, and people laughing. You sigh, feeling the loneliness settle in.

You check your phone again, but there’s still no message from Kamala. She said she’d be home early, but it’s been three hours, and you’ve lost hope. You even ordered takeout, hoping that she'd be back in time to join you, but instead, you had to eat it all by yourself. It's true that you always have the possibility to join her at the rallies but Kamala prefers to keep you at the hotel to shield you from the media frenzy. The fact that you’ve already been seen together multiple times is enough. Kamala thinks that The Vice President simply can’t be in a relationship with a woman, especially one over half her age; her reputation simply doesn’t allow for it.

The constant nights alone are getting to you, and you’re frustrated. Even when she was in bed with you, the only thing she had time for was a quick goodnight kiss, and she tends to leave before you even wake up. You can’t remember the last time the two of you had a spicy night together, and the thought leaves your heart aching. You’re tired of waiting, so you decide to take things into your own hands.

You decide to turn some music on the TV for background noise and search through Spotify for a playlist. You play one of Kamala's favorites—Keith Sweat's 'Right and a Wrong Way'—the sexy rhythm starting to fill the air as you imagine her swaying to one of her favorite songs in front of you.

Your hand slides beneath your panties, finding the spot that’s been aching for attention. The soft touch sends a shiver through you, your body instantly reacting to the friction. You bite your lip, feeling the wetness pooling between your thighs as your fingers explore further, drawing slow circles. Oh, how you wish it was Kamala doing this instead of you, again.

The need inside you grows stronger, and you rip the fabric off, tossing it onto the floor. Two fingers slip inside easily. You moan softly, curling them against that sweet spot, each touch pushing you closer to the edge. Your mind drifts, imagining Kamala’s skilled hand in place of your own—her warm, experienced touch gliding over your skin, her rings brushing lightly against your flesh. Your breath quickens as pleasure builds, and the song fades into the background. You’re so lost in the moment that you don’t hear the door open.

“Babe?”

Kamala’s voice startles you. She’s finally back, standing in the doorway with her blazer undone, exhaustion clear on her face. But as she watches you, a playful smile spreads across her lips. “I didn’t know you were so eager to see me,” she says, her voice low and teasing as she steps closer, her eyes fixed on you.

You try to keep your composure, still aching for her touch. Slightly embarrassed, you close your legs and withdraw your fingers. “What took you so long?” you ask, frustration pushing through the fog of desire. She sits at the edge of the bed, her hand gently rubbing your leg.

“I had to stay for a meeting for that fundraising event, hun,” she says softly, her fingers brushing against your thigh. “But it looks like you’ve been keeping busy without me.”

"I know, I've been saving it for a week, I couldn't take it no more," you admit with a hint of accusation in your tone. Kamala chuckles, letting her eyes travel down your naked lower body. Her hand moves higher, closer to where you need her most, and you feel your heart race. “I'm sorry, baby,” she whispers, leaning in close as her lips graze your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

You're still upset with her, but even though you don't want to admit it, you're starting to soften at her touch. She discards her blazer onto a nearby chair and flips her hair to the other side, leaning down to kiss you deeply. "Let me make it up to you," she whispers, her voice low and enticing.

You watch Kamala leave the room with a mysterious air, your curiosity piqued by the thought of what she might be bringing back. The clicking of her black heels fades down the hall as you listen to the soft music playing in the background. The familiar tune, one of her favorites, stirs a deep excitement in you.

She returns with a silky pouch in her hand and a playful, naughty smirk on her lips. "Lay back for me, baby," she instructs, her voice filled with anticipation.

She bends down to remove her heels and slacks, setting them aside neatly. In the dim light, your gaze is drawn to her violet underwear, adorned with a few diamonds on the waistband that glisten in the candlelight. "I've been waiting to show you this, baby," she grins, knowing how much you adore her in sexy lingerie. Her confidence and allure are irresistible, and your hand instinctively reaches out for a fleeting touch of her skin. "They're so pretty.."

Kamala's hands are back on you as she stands next to the bed, caressing your soft skin and pulling up your nightshirt to reveal the tender flesh of your stomach. "So sexy, baby, so sexy," she murmurs, her eyes devouring the sight of you. Her lips curl into a teasing grin as she imagines the dirty plans she has in mind.

She pulls out a black strap-on, holding it up as she adjusts the harness with focused precision. Your breath catches at the sight, your heart pounding and a rush of wetness starting to drip down your thighs in anticipation. All the earlier disappointment melts away, leaving only the desire to have her right here, right now.

She secures the strap-on around her hips and roughly pulls you over the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around her waist as she stands before you. She leans down to kiss you passionately, drawing your tongue into her mouth and nibbling at your lower lip. A soft moan escapes her as she feels your wetness, and she purrs, "You're so wet for me, so desperate."

A rough thrust of her hips fills you completely, making you cry out in pleasure. "Fuck, baby, I needed you so bad," you moan, pulling her close as she continues to thrust into you. Her fingers start fiddling with the buttons of her white silk blouse as she begins opening it, slowly revealing her full chest and stomach. She moves slowly but steadily, ensuring each thrust hits that sweet spot inside you, making you shiver with ecstasy.

"I've been needing this, sweetheart. I love you so much. It feels so good, doesn't it?" she coos, her gaze fixed on you as she watches your every reaction closely. Her words make you feel euphoric; it's been too long since you last heard her talk to you this way. Meanwhile, your eyes are captivated by the rhythmic bounce of her breasts in her bra that matches her panties perfectly.

The room fills with your soft moans and the music playing in the background. Just as you're about to reach the edge, she pulls out and flings your legs back on the mattress.

She guides you to straddle her as she lies down on her back, her hand gripping your hip to steady you while she uses her other hand to guide the cock back into you. "Sit down, baby," she instructs softly. She helps you lower yourself onto her, the strap filling you up once more.

You feel as though you're in heaven as you look down at the dark beauty beneath you—her hair spread out on the silk pillowcase and her eyes burning with desire. She always holds eye contact with you, always. She has the ability to describe her feelings with her eyes better than any words could. You begin to move, bouncing your hips up and down, back and forth, as you chase your orgasm. As much as you try to focus on her face, your eyes are irresistibly drawn to her bouncing breasts, so full and beautiful. It's impossible not to grab them and squeeze them as you ride her.

"Such a good girl, such a good girl for me," she purrs, her grip on your hips tightening. Her thumb moves to your center and rubs your clit, aiming to give you more pleasure. At the same time, her gaze drifts to your breasts, and with a teasing smile, she pulls your shirt over your head. Kamala cups them lovingly and she admires them in the dim light, moaning at the sight. The friction of your thighs rubbing against each other feels so good; your sweaty skin rubbing against one another with ease. You feel yourself tightening and the pleasure increasing and you know you won't be able to take much more.

Her rolling your nipples between her fingers is too much for you to handle and you finally tumble over the edge, shuddering over her as your juices spasm out of you. "Fuck!" you groan, clutching her shoulders for support, your breaths coming in ragged gasps and the movement of your hips slowing.

After your intense climax, Kamala pulls you close, her hands gently exploring your body with a tender touch. Her breath is warm against your skin as she kisses your forehead, her voice soft and reassuring.

Kamala's hands soothe you, her touch tender and loving. "You did so well," she murmurs, her voice full of pride and affection. "I know you needed that... So did I." She kisses you softly on the lips, her touch gentle and reassuring.

As you slowly come down from the high, she wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a close embrace. You rest your head on her shoulder, feeling her heartbeat steady and warm against you. The room is filled with the soft sound of your breathing and the voice of Keith Sweat singing in the background.

"I'm so sorry I've been so busy, I've barely made any time for you," Kamala says with a hint of sadness in her voice, her fingers stroking your hair. "I've missed this so much," she admits and lifts your chin. You smile, feeling a deep sense of connection and contentment. The world outside fades away as you both settle into the comfort of each other's arms, enjoying the peaceful afterglow of your release. "It's alright.. You're here now.. And that was amazing.."

"I love you," she whispers, and you can feel the sincerity in her words. Together, you drift into a state of blissful relaxation, knowing that the fire between you will keep burning strong, even after many-day pauses.

[thaltro]

would it be alright to ask about your alters?

Sure I don’t mind

I’m always a little nervous to talk about personal system stuff because I don’t want it to come off like it’s a fun quirky condition to me, im very uncomfortable with how a lot of system spaces romanticize it in a way which leads to a lot of misinformation. But to some extent I think talking about personal experiences is good and can be useful for educational purposes. I won’t share everything because it’s a extremely traumatic disorder and it’s the internet. But there’s no harm in asking me questions, I’ll answer them if I’m comfortable, as long as it’s not super intrusive.

I’m not too sure if this question was asking me to give background information of my parts or for me to answer if it’s okay to ask questions but I’ll give a vague background description.

alters/parts/headmates/ whatever people call them, in my system have a pretty easy to understand hierarchy

1) There’s a host and at this point in time it’s me, the host is almost always an ANP or Assumingely Normal Part. My function is for daily life like school, drawing, and socializing, im here a majority of the time.

2)Below me are supportive ANPs who help me if I get overwhelmed, they don’t take on as big tasks like me but if I overwork myself they have low enough amnesia barriers to be a substitute for me

3)Below them are functional EPs (emotional parts), these emotional parts are able to function but usually only come out during traumatic events. These alters tend to be older in existence going far back from my childhood. They have higher amnesia barriers

4)Below them are Self destructing EPs, these ones try to destroy the body in some way or cause some sort of harm to others, they do not know anything outside of their traumatic event

5)Below them are Littles, who are all EPs and all hold the most severe Trauma, their realities are broken and can’t comprehend time passing at all, most are in deep set denial of anything around them.

I’m okay with talking about alters from 1-2 and maybe 3 but below that it would be unsafe for me to talk about them in detail. By that I mean personal stuff, if people want to know about Littles and self destructive alters I’m ok with talking about that as a general concept! Just not mine specifically

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Will sugar daddy joel make an appearance again???

Shopping

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A/N: He will, but he is very busy not spoiling his baby. Have a drabble of their recent activities!

Summary: Joel takes you shopping for lingerie.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: Sugardaddy!joel, abusive behavior, joel is cruel and powerful, daddy kink, unhealthy power dynamic, sex toys in public, orgasm denial

Word count: 1k

Shopping

“Don’t come,” Joel says as you squirm.

You shake your head, chest flushed pink at your rapid heart rate, “I won’t, I promise.”

He taps his thigh impatiently with his fingers as you look into the mirror to admire the bordeaux silk. You are in a dressing room, and you have been in here for what seems like forever with how turned on you are. Beside you, a steadily growing pile of lingerie gets bigger with every unsatisfied grunt Joel lets out. He cannot seem to make up his mind, but you think you like the blood-red set the best.

A quiet hum accompanies the both of you as background noise. It’s the buzzing sound of a little vibrator that sits against your clit, shaped like a butterfly and secured around your waist, hips and thighs with thin, pink straps. You can barely feel them digging into your skin anymore because of the heat radiating from your core with every pulse of the little device.

“This one?” You question him about the expensive underwear that you are wearing and try your best to hide the impatience in your voice. If only he would say yes because then you could come, that was the rule of this game that you hadn’t agreed to play.

You lean in to stare at the expensive lace pattern that’s barely covering your breasts, ignoring the throbbing between your legs to keep your word. It is becoming harder though, so you scrunch up your nose and wiggle your hips slightly to show off the skimpy outfit. Maybe that’ll change his mind.

Joel takes a sip of the to-go cup that he has brought into the store without permission, looking like he is making a life-altering decision. Then he shakes his head and your shoulders slump.

“Daddy,” you groan, refraining from stomping your feet in a tantrum-like manner.

“Turn,” he says without a hint of care for your childish display, drawing a circle in the air with his finger, “Lemme see ya.”

You do as you are told. The vibrator shifts just slightly as your legs move, causing the pressure to change for the briefest seconds and you flinch in embarrassment as a moan escapes your mouth. You were doing so well. Joel says nothing but as you face him, there’s a gleam of mischief in his eyes and a condescending smile on his face.

You shift a little on the spot again. The pressure in your belly grows, and you reach for the thick velvet curtain that separates you from the rest of the store to have something to helplessly hold onto. God—

“Don’t come,” he commands again, eyes roaming over your shaking body. He leans in to inspect the silk stitching on the curve of your hip, talking as if speaking about the weather, “You’ll ruin the silk I haven’t paid for with how much you usually cream yourself.”

You’re just about to say something but he interrupts the snark that he knows would have come from your mouth. The mischief is gone, having been replaced by sternness, “Trust me. I’m not in the mood.”

“Sorry,” you pout, “But don’t you like this one?”

Joel hums as a way of saying no, “Are you getting bored?”

“You said we were going shopping.”

He reaches a hand up to pull at the elastic band of the panties. It snaps against your skin and with how much your senses are on overdrive, you gasp and he chuckles darkly, “We are shopping, little rabbit.”

Joel’s hand then goes down to cup your whole cunt, pressing slightly inwards where your slit is. The fabric dips into you just slightly and you mewl pathetically.

But then the hand is gone as quickly as it arrived.

“This isn’t fun,” you continue complaining to distract yourself. If only you weren’t so close to coming you would be able to say it without your voice shaking. If only he’d tell you how pretty you are; you’ve grown accustomed to hearing his praise, having his eyes on you so you can come alive underneath their burn as they drink you in.

“I think it’s fun,” he answers, pats your hips to signal you to move around and with it makes you shudder, “Look at me again.”

He beckons you down towards him and when you lean down, bending over in the tiny cubicle, you almost think that he is about to kiss you. Instead, he grabs your jaw and presses your cheeks inwards with his strong fingers. You whimper, cunt clenching in interest as his eyes bore into you with a mix between disgust and arousal.

“You’re using my money, kiddo,” he spits harshly, “So don’t you think that it’s fair that I get to decide on what we do and what we buy?”

You nod slowly and with embarrassment. A moan escapes your lips again, and Joel gives you a look of disapproval. He reaches into his pocket and the buzz between your thighs comes to a halt, leaving you aching and wet to the point where it’ll start to get painful soon.

“Get dressed,” he says, pushing himself to stand.

You start taking off the lingerie that still hasn’t impressed him in the slightest. If only you could afford the red set alone but the money isn't there, and he isn’t easily convinced (he would have been by now).

“Which one are we getting?” You ask. Hopeful.

“None. They all looked fucking ugly on you anyway,” he moves past you quickly, exasperatedly.

“But,” you try, looking down between your legs so you don’t have to say it out loud. Please, Daddy, make me feel good.

He tears open the velvet curtain, making you scramble to cover up your very naked form, “Make yourself come. I’m gonna make a few calls.”

So you do as he leaves because it’ll hurt too much if you don’t. You come with a cry that’s held back by your teeth nearly splitting your lip open but then again; according to you, red is your color.

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A swamp filled with Goomys.

Astra was on her way to a nearby city to earn her second gym badge, but there was a problem. To get there, she had to go through a swamp, which she didn't realize would be a headache to get out. Lost in the swamp and growing frustrated that she couldn't find a way out. While wandering, she was startled by an Ampharos holding an Oran Berry. This Pokémon didn't belong in the swamp which grew Astra's fears of it attacking her, especially being the final evolution of Mareep. Ready to run away, knowing her Rowlet and Eevee couldn't defeat it, Astra caught a glimpse of a sparkle on its neck—a Mega Stone. This lessened her fears as Ampharos offered her the Oran Berry. "Aww, thank you, Ampharos!" As Astra said that, she thought its trainer might be nearby. She didn't like the thought of talking to another person but she sucked it up and asked Ampharos where their trainer was so she could find a way out of the swamp. Ampharos nodded and started to search for its trainer, with Astra following behind.

They arrived at a part of the swamp filled with Goomys and Sliggoos, and Astra was in awe of how many there were. Ampharos then led her to a guy playing with the Goomys. Ampharos made a happy "mehh" sound as it's red gems on its head and tail glowed. Astra smiled at Ampharos. She nervously approached him and said, "Hi." The guy looked up to see who was speaking to him. Astra panicked a bit as she recognized him—it was Beleth, an Elite Four Member. 

Astra was confused about why an Elite Four Member was there but then remembered that Beleth likes to wander around different places. However, she didn't expect to meet him in a place like this. Panicking, she thought of many ways this interaction could go wrong, but her thoughts were interrupted by Beleth's response.

"Oh! A new trainer! Hello, do you need anything?" Beleth smiled at her while petting a Goomy next to him.

"Y-yeah, umm, I really want to get out of the swamp, but I got lost. Can you help me?" Astra said, twiddling her thumbs nervously.

"Sure! I don't mind. This swamp is pretty big, you can easily get lost inside it, but I know this place pretty well! Since I usually come here to see the Goomys. They are all friendly with the trainers that visit." Beleth held and showed Astra the Goomy he was petting. The Goomy squeaked.

"Huh, why are there so many Goomys and Sliggoos in this place? I-I thought they lived deep within the swamp."

“Well… it’s a long story, but you don’t want to hear me ramble about that. Hey, look! A Goomy is coming up to you.” Beleth pointed at a Goomy that was emerging from the water and approaching Astra. It squeaks at her. “H-hello,” Astra said, still twiddling her thumbs. “Umm, do you want to see my Pokémon?” 

Goomy stretched its body up and down while it squeaked happily.

“Goomy seems to like that idea! You should bring out your Pokémon. Some Goomys really like seeing new Pokémon from outside the swamp,” Beleth responded happily.

Astra, starting to calm down a bit, brought out her starter, Rowlet, from its Pokéball. Rowlet let out a chirp. Goomy went to talk to Rowlet, and Rowlet talked back. Goomy stretched its body while Rowlet flapped his wings happily. Astra seemed to enjoy watching them chat and preferred to take a small break for a while despite wanting to get out of the swamp. Beleth seemed to enjoy just playing with the Goomy that came up to him.

================================================ If you wanna see more info about Beleth here although it has some old art -> Beleth and Miya This whole drawing took a long time and I don't know how I survived that long plus making a story that was pretty much accidental and is probably bad and grammatically bad. Anyway I made this for extra stuff. I thought it would be fun to do my ocs teams. (Also, I found the background from pokecharms.com, cause I can't be bothered to make my own) Here are Astra's and Beleth's Pokémon.

Beleth likes to nickname all of his pokemon. The names of the Dreepy on Launcher's head are Blast and Rocket)

[guppyfish77]

Another year Another summary of Art! An Entire Year of Submas lets gooooooooooo!!!! This year I feel like I really pushed myself when it comes to illustrations and I feel like I've learned a lot! But at the same time I feel a little tired, next year I think I wanna relax and experiment a bit more, I gotta learn to loosen up! Might get more art out if I do :p

I also feel the Submas grip ever so lightly relaxing (unless they decide to do Unova remakes haha XD), so I might introduce some of my numerous ocs in 2024! I'll probably start with the conductor oc ;]

Thank you for all your support! (you are all very nice! ToT), I still have a good amount of submas stuff planned in the works so look forward to that (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

If you are interested, I also have some commentary and behind the scenes for some of my submas illustrations! I wanna talk about it and now seems like a good time to do so now that the year is over! (Beware! its going to be long!)

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Lunch Break

hoho! This one is the sort of AU thing in which the only thing that changes is that I give Emmet a Victini friend (not a part of his team, I dubbed them the "victory duo" because Emmet likes winning and Victini is the Victory Pokemon), I planned out a few wordless comics regarding the idea, they were all very lighthearted slice of life kind of stuff, usually Victini causing some mischief and the brothers having to deal with it

and here's the thumbnails for this piece! I played around with various angles but decided to keep it simple and choose a straight on angle. It was originally a snack break and Emmet sharing a granola bar with Victini, but as I was planning it, submas unexpectedly showed up in the Pokemon Anime where they were serving ekiben, after learning about it it quickly turned into a lunch break! (how fun when new information lines up with an art piece you are working on hoho! ^ ^) After studying what foods Ekiben usually have in them (there was quite a variety!) I took what I learned and try to make the food look like the gear station logo :D

In the background there are children drawings because in the battle subway one of the trainer classes you can face off against are preschoolers, and I thought at least one of them would share their drawings with the subway bosses (and of course why wouldn't they hang it up?), there is also a trophy in which you can get in the players room if you beat the subway bosses on the super trains (one day, battling competitively is not my forte), I did my best to make Emmet's office feel lived in by adding a little bit of clutter (like adding a note) but overall very organized

(hey hey that joltik mug looks familiar in the corner there, its the same one Rei is holding in the christmas drawing)

Bonus Emmet and Victini Drawings

aw come on dude, not on the trains!

ah this one, it gave me quite a bit of frustration! This piece I used to challenge myself on perspective, and challenge me it did! The version you see now is I believe the 6th iteration of this drawing! The reason for restarting so many times is because I originally wanted it to be in 3 point perspective, but I couldn't get it to look right so its now in 2 point... Haha Some valuable lessons learned there!

This illustration was inspired by the history of New York Subway Trains and Graffiti! I read about it when I got to visit the New York Transit Museum and found it super interesting!! Then I went I gotta do something with this! Since Unova is based in New York after all!

I got so many subway surfer comments, they don’t know I forgot subway surfers existed while making this and that I am a huge nerd lmao

I had a lot of fun designing the graffiti on the train (yes it says among us) stylizing the fictional letters was so fun! I studied some graffiti to see how they do it, I could've pushed the graffiti style more but then it would be illegible! I also mixed in elements of Grafaiai graffiti, and trainer that is running away is the artist trainer class in SCVL because they are graffiti artists! And the train that got graffitied is the Wifi Train, due to BW (and the DS) servers being shut down, I doubt that train gets used much anymore, which makes it a perfect target!

Derailed!

hohoho! This was a fun one! I'm not sure how many of you guys read my tags, but in there I did state that this piece was based off the fact that model trains are powered by electrifying the rail it runs on (very low watts mind you) and the fact that Joltik eats electricity, but thats not the only inspiration, it was also inspired by those videos of cats laying on the layout and derailing the train!

Theres quite a variety of thumbnails for this idea (including a comic!), and the idea was there in 2022, but this year I decided to fully commit to it! I started rendering the top right one and almost finished it, but it felt really boring to me, so I switched it up and made some thumbnails in a new perspective and viola! thats what ended up being finished!

The train that is being derailed are Sanriku Railway Type 36s, based off a model train I have in my collection! (While sharing this fact on the original post Haiku Bot detected it as a Haiku?! and this art went out of my target audience, that certainly was a day (⊙□⊙;))

Also I straight up put a picture of Thomas the Tank Engine in the background, I'm not sure if people noticed cuz its quite blurry, the fact that nobody said anything means I probably would’ve gotten away with it before sharing this fact, so hehe :3c

Unexplained Melancholy

eyy! this one! It started out wholly different

It was originally me dropping Warden Ingo in various natural landscapes around Hisui as I didn't feel like drawing anymore linear perspective (ah, but heres the thing, all environments require a little bit of perspective lol), and it was just going to be Warden Ingo hanging out in a lush forest, specifically by the train rock that was shown in his concept art! but after sitting on it, I realized I could do something more with it! by making it a snowy environment I could make callbacks to Emmet's coat being white! hence the "SNOWY!!!" being scribbled there, that was added like weeks afterwards, Then I realized I could push it even more by making the whole environment about Emmet's colors! So the new thumbnail is in color because thats whats its about!

The moon smile thing was stumbled on by complete accident, while working on it it felt empty there and I added Emmet's smile to fill the space before going "moon!!!"

The piece is also a sort of a parallel to last years piece “I am Emmet, I wish for Ingo and I to be a two-car train once more” composition wise, sort of, I tried to at least 👍

Black Tower and Whitetree Hollow

Ah! I was quite proud of this one! Black City and White Forest are some of my favorite places in Unova mainly because the parallels are so very cool!

As the thumbnails suggest it was all going to be in complete black and white, as I was working on it though I could not help but add some values in there so yup! I quite like both compositions but the perspective won me out, plus that one focuses more on the characters than the other one (as much as I love backgrounds, it really is supposed to be about Emmet and Ingo U_U)

Being places of duality and having a battle challenge in there, it really fit them!

Emmet drops the hottest single of all time 🔥🔥🔥

Not really much to say about this one since it was very much done on a whim, but

its not the first time I drew Emmet with his hat backwards, I did this little doodle around the same time I did the train graffiti piece, been wanting to do something with this silly idea, and when I heard that audio, I went :o

Following Some Rumors of a Time Machine

the finale! I decided to choose Area Zero because its a very cool place! I am inspired by cool places! and I decided to give it my all for this one!

The thumbnail I made was more for jotting down the idea, and the landscape was going to be more eyelevel? Later I decided to make it so you were looking down into the crater and you get to see the fog blocking the crystal caverns, to show that Emmet was going deeper into Area Zero and the Deepest part is his destination (the time machine, not the underdepths, I didn't know about that yet haha!) I was always going to make Emmet encounter a Slither Wing, with it being based off Volcarona, a gen 5 pokemon :]

Anyways, That's all I have to say! I hope you found it interesting! (and enjoyed my varying quality in sketches and thumbnails XD) Thanks for listening! see you in 2024! ✌

[brights-place]

[TWST] (Chenya) x M! Reader

1K 5 Part Special: 1 , 2 , 3 (You are here) ,4,5 Warnings: Fluff, cursing

A/N: 3rd post for the 5 part series rubbing my hands together happily for getting 1K How have you all been? school holidays started so I can write and draw as much as I want !! anyways I'm so excited to be able to write and people enjoy it! it's also kind of short too my mind went blank half way

Summary: Chenya drags you to RSA when it was hosting a festival for sage island so he couldn't help but want to bother someone and he only thought about bothering you

When you first met chenya all you thought was that well he was extravagant, cheerful and mischievous as he likes to pull pranks for the sake of seeing people's frightened faces. Like when he likes to only making his head visible to terrify Deuce and Ace to look like he only has a head for a body part. Che'nya seems to be rather carefree and isn't afraid that much of the NRC students who holds hatred for Royal Sword Academy and their students, sometimes visiting Heartsabyul to see Trey and Riddle, despite being a student of Royal Sword Academy so how che'nya seems to grin towards you every time he comes to visit ditching his childhood friends to bother you he even enjoys to steal your stuff vanish with them and place them somewhere else so when che'nya came to you with his usual cheshrie grin and hovering over you to go with him you were shocked but accepted the request to go since other NRC students were going aswell to cause chaos but lets ignore that.

Che’nya strolled through Heartslabyul’s rose maze, his golden eyes lazily tracing the neatly trimmed hedges and vibrant red roses. The scent of freshly painted petals lingered in the air. Che’nya wasn’t here to admire the scenery. His gaze flicked around sharp and searching for the one person who had captured his attention since the unbirthday party then he finally saw you. His grin widened, tail flicking behind him with quiet amusement. With a mischievous glint in his eye his form began to fade, limb by limb, until he melted into the background of the garden "Hello every nyan how are you?" lips curved into a smirk. His tail brushed lightly against your arm as he leaned in close, his eyes gleaming with mischief as you let out an noise of confusion as he smiled "Fine thank you" he cackled leaning over your shoulder cackling as you groaned swiping his face away as he giggled fading his body back properly. "chenya!" you muttered swiping his face away as he vanished again reappearing a few steps ahead lounging casually on a bench as if he’d been there the whole time. His grin was unapologetic eyes alight with amusement “I didn’t scare you, did I?” he asked though the sly curve of his smile made it clear he wasn’t sorry in the slightest as you sighed going to sit beside him before he threw his legs on your lap as he stretched lazily he crossed his arms behind his head, gaze never leaving your “Why don’t ya come a little closer?” he teased, voice dripping with amusement. “I’ll behave… unless, of course, you tempt me not to.” You playfully batted his legs off your lap as he laughed before sitting up head laying on your shoulder as his tail brushed against your side lingering longer this time as his grin grew slyer as you smiled softly at him he was annoying yes but he was nice to be around.

“Those two first year students aren’t around, are they?” he asked his tone light but carrying a hint of curiosity. he’d hoped to catch you alone like this He relished having your attention solely on him sometimes though he would catch you with ace and deuce and also scare them for fun but being around you by himself was better. Each time he visited he made it a goal to ‘accidentally’ bump into you and today… things had gone exactly as he’d planned to find you 'bump' into you and scare you for fun. He couldn't help but relax with you on the bench before speaking "Hey... Do you wanna- like come to RSA? it's a festival going on" he said flicking his tail to your face as you swatted it away before speaking "I mean... if your paying" che'nya snickered "Who said Im paying?" You laughed softly before nodding "You know what yeah after all this stuff with everybody I don't mind hanging out with you" Che'nya couldn't help but perk up at your comment ears twitching slightly as his usual chesire grin "See I told you I can be very purrsuasive" he smirked as you snickered "Purrsuasive...? seriously Che'nya?" he gave a huge cheshire grin "Whatt? I think it was purrfect- Hey!" he laughed trying to push your hand away from yanking his ear before smiling at you with not his usual cheshrie grin but a softer one before hearing a voice "LOOK THAT CATS BACK!" Che'nya grinned before looking seeing NRC student point to him as he spoke "Oh gotta go buh bye nyah" he grinned vanishing as the NRC students ran over "Shit he's gone again! prefect are you alright?" You smiled and nodded "im fine you all should do your duties before Riddle finds you guys" the boys dispersed as soon as the thought of riddle collaring them entered their mind. When you went to the festival you were greeted by some RSA students which caused your face to sour it was not the same as NRC but relaxed when you see the famillar face of Che'nya who appeared infront of you and slinged an arm over your shoulder "lets go nya" the day flew by as you both hanged out even two of you getting matching keychains of two cats making a heart with their tails when connected and also buying che'nya a stupid hairclip which he copied the expression of causing you to giggle. The two of you were holding hands after going on a few rides before stopping at a cotton candy stall as che'nya smirked taking a bite of your pink cotton candy as you gasped before stealing a bite of his tasting the sugary snack as Che'nya and you had a bite of cotton candy war over the flavored puff balls of sugar smiling childishly with eachother.

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[lucifers-little-light]

Might I suggest, Charlie, that due to the obvious theme of the items.... everyone should take one of those tests? Think of it as a bonding experience maybe!

The staff quickly gathers around, a mixture of confusion and curiosity evident on their faces. Alastor stands slightly apart, his mind racing as he tries to piece together the chaos while keeping his own secrets hidden.

Alastor: *to himself* I can’t let them find out about me… I need to keep this under wraps.

Charlie looks around at the gathered group, her expression serious as she attempts to regain control of the situation.

Charlie: Alright, let’s brainstorm. Does anyone have any idea what could be causing all this?

Angel: *grinning mischievously* Maybe it’s a sign that we’re supposed to throw a baby shower for someone? I mean, it’s perfect timing! Maybe one of you broads is actually knocked up and don’t know it yet.

Husk: *rolling his eyes* Yeah, because that’s exactly what we need right now…

Niffty: *bouncing on her feet* Ooh, a baby shower would be so much fun! I can bake cookies!

Vaggie: Focus, people! This is serious! We need to figure out who—or what—is behind all of this!

As the group continues to bicker and brainstorm, Lucifer quietly observes from the shadows, an amused smirk playing on his lips. He steps forward, effortlessly drawing the attention of the gathered crowd.

Lucifer: *with a sly grin* You know, since we’re all so concerned about these mysterious pregnancy tests popping up, why not take matters into our own hands? I suggest we all take one. Yes, even the men!

The group collectively blinks, confusion washing over their faces as they process his suggestion.

Vaggie: *frowning* Wait, what? Why would we all take pregnancy tests? That doesn’t make any sense!

Lucifer: *leaning casually against the wall, his demeanor relaxed* Ah, but this is Hell, darling. Here, anything can happen. Even male demons can get pregnant. It’s one of those delightful little quirks of our lovely realm.

The room falls silent as his words sink in, the implications of his statement hanging heavily in the air. The staff looks at each other, some skepticism visible on their faces.

Angel: *snorting with laughter* Come on! That’s ridiculous! There’s no way any of us—

Lucifer: *interrupting, raising an eyebrow* You might be surprised. The rules down here are… rather fluid.

Charlie shakes her head, clearly annoyed but unable to resist the absurdity of the suggestion.

Charlie: This is insane. But if it helps us figure out what’s going on… I guess we have to try it.

Niffty’s eye lights up with excitement.

Niffty: Ooh, I’m in! I want to see if I can get a little demon baby!

Husk rolls his eyes, trying to maintain his usual aloof demeanor but unable to hide his curiosity.

Husk: Fine, whatever. Just give me the damn test.

The group, albeit reluctantly, begins to agree to Lucifer's idea. Charlie nods, taking charge as she claps her hands together.

Charlie: Okay, let’s do it! Everyone grab a test, put your initial on it and let’s see what the results are!

As they scatter around the lobby, looking for the tests that have been appearing, Alastor steps back, trying to blend into the background. He can't shake the anxiety building in him at the thought of everyone discovering his own predicament.

Alastor: *thinking to himself* This is not happening… This is not happening.

He watches as the group fumbles with the tests, exchanging skeptical glances and nervous laughter, all while he remains on edge, the reality of his own situation looming larger than ever.

Charlie: Alright, everyone! Grab a test, put your initials on it, and let's see what the results are!

Niffty bounces excitedly, already rummaging through the pile of supplies, her enthusiasm infectious despite the chaos. Husk grabs a test, raising an eyebrow at the absurdity of it all.

Husk: This is so ridiculous… but fine, let’s get it over with.

Alastor hangs back, heart pounding, contemplating his next move. He realizes he can’t risk his own test being seen. He glances at Angel, who is already scribbling his initial on his test with a marker.

Angel: *grinning* Look at me, ready to find out if I’m a baby daddy! I can already see the headlines.

Alastor takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he steps forward and grabs a test. He quickly writes down "A" for his initial, nervously glancing around to ensure no one is watching too closely. Just as he finishes, he notices Angel’s test is lying unattended.

With a sudden surge of desperation, Alastor snatches Angel’s test, quickly swapping it with his own, a plan hatching in his mind. Now, it’ll look like Angel is the one who’s pregnant if the test comes back positive.

After a few moments, the group starts congregating again, holding their tests like trophies of their absurdity. They each look nervous yet eager, glancing at each other for reassurance.

Charlie: Okay, on the count of three, everyone show your results!

They all count together, and when they reach three, tests are raised in the air, various expressions of shock, disbelief, and excitement painting the room. Alastor holds his breath, his eyes flickering between the tests.

Niffty: *disappointed* Aww no baby for me…

Husk: *holds his test* Negative. Just like I thought.

Alastor’s heart sinks as he realizes that Angel’s test is positive, and a wave of panic washes over him. He tries to maintain a facade of indifference, hiding the storm brewing within.

Vaggie: *squinting at the tests* Okay, so we’ve got two negatives, and it looks like— *she gestures to Angel’s test* —Angel?! You’re pregnant?

Angel: *bursting with laughter, not fully grasping the implications* Oh, this is rich! I didn’t think I had it in me!

Alastor's mind races as he tries to keep his composure. The pressure of the situation builds, and the chaos in the lobby intensifies as laughter and confusion meld into one.

Alastor: *staying quiet*

Lucifer: *walking up to Alastor* Wow. Two miracles in one day huh? Isn’t that amazing.

Alastor: *holds his test to Lucifer, showing the negative* I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Lucifer: *sighs* Really Alastor, do you want me to spill your little trick to everyone?

Alastor: Who will they believe? Their manager who’s been here since day one, or you? The absentee father who’s just now getting back in Charlie’s good graces?

Lucifer: I think when your symptoms can no longer be hidden, you’ll be exposed.

Alastor: Sure I will…*walks away, throwing away the pregnancy test in the garbage on his way out*

Lucifer: *gives a concerned expression but decides to hide Alastor’s secret*

[raevenlyreads]

About Lenormand: Knighting and Mirroring

In researching for this post about how Lenormand is different from Tarot, I learned I haven’t actually been reading my Magpie’s Lenormand “right”. This was hardly a surprise to me because I’ve never really been drawn to traditional spreads for tarot (I’ve never once made it all the way through a celtic cross without getting bored at any point in my life, for example). But I was intrigued by what I found out, and I thought it might be fun to go on this learning journey together.

A little background: A lenormand is a 36 card deck, with fewer cards than the 78 used in tarot, and usually with much more straightforward symbolism. Named for Marie Anne Lenormand, a famous French fortune teller, the modern lenormand deck comes from her use of the Petit Jeu, or the Game of Hope. In the original game, cards were laid out like a board and players rolled dice to move their token along, with rewards and penalties award based on what card was landed on. Those positive and negative associations became paired with the symbols used in reading coffee grounds, and became the basis for the lenormand decks we use today.

What I thought I knew going in: Lenormand does not use the same symbolism as Tarot, though many of the symbols do overlap (The Moon for example). Lenormand cards are meant to be read together as a story, so look for common themes between the cards. Lenormand is less suited for shadowwork and more useful for practical day to day questions and upcoming events, being especially useful for relative timing of events. Unlike the tarot, it is both possible and useful to read the entire deck, called a Grand Tableau.

What I have discovered so far: Lenormand cards are meant to be read in pairs, where one serves as the “noun” and the other as the “adjective”, modifying the meaning of the first card. Positions in spreads matter, especially for techniques called “mirroring” and “knighting”. There is an order to the cards, and while they don’t tell the familiar story of the Hero’s Journey from a RWS tarot, the order can inform a reading, comparing a card of interest with what card should be in that position were the deck in order.

I have still had plenty of luck reading my Magpie’s Lenormand intuitively, but I am so fascinated by the idea of mirroring and knighting. For spreads that utilize these, much liked with my Above and Below draw, a signifier card is drawn or chosen to represent the focus of the read, and all the other cards a referenced back to that focus card. Then, additionally, cards can be read on either side of an axis (“mirroring”) or in L shapes (“knighting”). In a 9 card, 3x3 grid then, card 1 can mirror card 3 and card 7, and knight cards 6 and 8. These rows and columns can be used for categories like “past/present/future”, “external/internal/hidden” (like my Revealing Prism Spread), “helping/hindering/tangential”, and so on. So by reading in pairs, you can learn how your past is affecting your present, by mirroring you can learn how your past will affect your future, and by knighting you can learn how past external influences related to present internal ones. I’m super intrigued to do some 3x3 spreads and play with knighting. It sounds like it has a lot of potential for uncovering motivations and unknown factors, which I think would actually make it pretty excellent for shadowwork. We shall see!

For more posts like these, check out my kofi page! I have informative posts, beautiful deck selfies, and readings available for commission.

[archandshri]

9th feb '24 - [arch] characters, interactions and emotion - making a mini webcomic

Gahhhh Shri this has been an absolutely crazy couple of weeks!!!! Hope you are doing well :)) First of all, WOW! You have a lot of goals, and I’m sure you’ll get them done! I’ve worked a lot on my graphic design during the process of making Winter Wellbeing. If you wanna see a blog post dedicated just to that, I can do so! It would be cool to compare notes on the approaches we take for graphic layouts. If you wanna share your knowledge of camera skills when you build that up that would be awesome 😭😭

It’s been a tough few weeks, art wise. I have been reflecting on my process, motivations to create, the ego and all the baggage that’s lumped into the creative process for me. It turns out there’s a lot. I took some space from my illustration practise (literally for a weekend!) and began to realise how dysfunctional it is. I’ve been writing a lot about that so there may be a larger piece of writing coming about that at some point (no promises!!)

But for now, let's talk about little successes!

I’ve been playing with some characters for a while but I’d hit a bit of a block with the plot. I realised the expectation of having a finished project of high quality soon is unrealistic, and an unhealthy expectation to put on myself. I rarely give myself time to play with concepts for a long time and let the characters, plot and interactions evolve naturally. Maybe this in part came from sticking to the short university module turnaround. I noticed that that short turnaround was causing a lot of block, so I have decided to bench it as a comic for now and focus on using it as a playground - falling in love with the characters, creating stories and drawing them for fun. Maybe years down the line I’ll make them into a comic - we shall see! 

I *tried* to do hourly comics day this year and it didn’t quite work for me. I think I made 3 comics? And then got distracted with a bigger project that ended up taking a week or so to complete. Let’s have a look at it, shall we?

[you can find the full version here]

First of all, it’s based on an unfinished fanfiction I started a couple of months ago, which was mostly bad, but there was one nice scene that I liked and wanted to expand on. I started by having a look at the script I wrote and thumbnailing on the iPad. I’m away from home at the mo and usually would prefer to do most of my artwork traditionally, but because I don’t have access to a scanner, the whole process was digital this time. A lot of the pages got scrapped because the dialogue wasn’t necessary, and I’m not drawing pages that aren’t necessary.

some more development screenshots

I thought a lot about posing during the process, acting the scenes out in my mind and sometimes physically, really understanding the emotions of the characters, why they’re saying what they’re saying, their tone and how to convey that though their body language and expression (i find grian really annoying normally [affectionate] but I want this grian to step on me).

Pearl was hard with this because she’s quite erratic and unpredictable in this series, so I wanted her to switch from raw explodey anger to playful jabs at Grian. I’m hoping this comes across as somewhat insane, rather than tonally off and inconsistent. I did super enjoy drawing her and her explosive nature though, especially in comparison to Grian’s coldness.

I played with levels and monotone colour too - I’m not working with multiple colours much at the moment so I’m able to focus on things like values composition, characters and backgrounds. My skills limit the kind of stories I can tell currently, so I’m working to improve those foundations. Maybe when I’m back in the riso studio I can play with colours a little more.

Colours - despite the simple pallete it gets a bit nerdy here.I stuck to specific flat percentages for most of it - Pearl’s hair and Grians jumper are 60%, Grian’s hair and Pearl’s cloak are 20%. Then I added a 14% layer for shadows, using a ahrd blend eraser tool for highlights, making the images quite dark. I fill a layer with texture from Forystr’s riso brush for procreate, and turn it into a 40% opacity colour dodge layer. This gives it some much needed texture and makes the lighting feel low and nighttimecore. It also pushes the values to look really nice - I tend to be too scared to push them by myself.

I tried a few different colour layers to get a *vibe* but settled on a low percentage riso blue in a colour layer. All layers besides the riso blue are in a riso black, colour picked from a riso colour pallete. I learnt these tools - using percentages to get good values - from working with risograph. I really recommend having a look at these techniques and doing some monotone work. It's really improved by character designs, page layouts and compositions.

That's all from me today, though I have had MANY other thoughts over the past two weeks about creating, but perhaps we'll dive into them another time. If you (or anyone else) has any questions, hit me up with a reblog or an ask and I will get right to it. Lovely to hear from you! Hope your art is going great too :)) Arch :)

[chibishortdeath]

I did a little bit of background practice yesterday. I usually forget that I could be drawing scenery and stuff so I’m kinda rough at it. It took like three tries to get the results of that first picture (second picture was one of those tries, and I’m not even showing the other one it was really bad 💀💀💀)

Also just throwing in some other doodles cause yeah :3. Simon. Some of these are from the same page and some of these are ones I think I forgot to post a bit ago so if there’s repeats then eh whatever lol. Explanations under a cut :)

This is pretty much just a study of a photo of a graveyard I ran into on Pinterest. Liminal spaces are very nice for finding background references because you can be sure no one is gonna be in them and they have the weird vibe that The Guy™️ should be in. But holy HELL trees are HARD. Like obviously I know what a tree looks like but the second I have to draw branches trees suddenly do not make sense anymore 💀

Another liminal space, this one was a path with the sky completely blacked out. I tried putting Simon into it but he kinda ended up a little muddled and too small augh. I’m also not very great at combining people and backgrounds so uh yeah. This one was also a much faster doodle just trying to warm up for the first one. But eh it’s cool idk. I need to put him in more liminal spaces or like try to draw the Simon’s Quest areas in 3D eventually.

Small practice comic! There’s no words, Simon just kinda walks a bit and passes out. I was gonna have more things happen but I didn’t have the room for it and decided to just leave it as a little practical piece. He’s probably gonna get up in a little bit and freak out about how much time he wasted.

Just a Simon head :3. His hair is fun to draw! I usually end up simplifying things as like a little uh polygonal… I think that’s the word… When drawing skulls, I usually go for octagons instead of circles because that’s much easier, but that ends up bleeding into how I draw hair making it kinda spikey and pointy in some spots on the top. I feel like I draw pretty inconsistently, but he’s very pretty and fun to draw regardless of how he ends up :3

This is some weird ass fan art of two things that aren’t related at all lmao. Sometimes you gotta crossover things that don’t make sense for the fun of it. This is Simon drawn based on a scene from the Fear Garden music video! Fear Garden is a banger, shout out to Chaa fr, it’s a vocaloid song about a girl who has a weird obsession with hands (Kira joke lol) and kills people to plant their hands in her secret garden where she treats them like flowers. Yeah, again it makes no sense, but the pose with the two mirrored characters was really cool and idk the vibes were there—

Simon sitting in between two graves, both say “BELMONT” in big letters, but one is for Christopher and Cyncia and the other is for Soleil and whoever his significant other was, we don’t have a name so it’s cut off. This has me thinking about the time in between all these characters hmm. Doing the math, Soliel would’ve been in his 90s when Simon was born, so there’s actually a good chance he wasn’t Simon’s grandfather, rather his great grandfather :O. Which means that there’s two generations we know nothing about between these two. And also that Simon would’ve never met either Soleil or Christopher or Cyncia :(. Then that has me thinking about fan comic stuff and how I’m gonna depict Simon hmmmmmmm. I imagine Simon spent a lot of time in the family graveyard tbh.

Simon is totally me when I dramatically collapse on a large marble monument of some sort in the graveyard— There’s also a couple attempts at drawing his paldrons at different angles but aaaa I can’t visualize these things properly. They’re just like kinda flared half ovals, why are they so hard to draw at any angle but like head on and top view 💀💀💀??? I’m trying to get out of the habit of drawing them bent in angles that don’t make sense but argggggg it’s hard lol.

Yeah, recent doodles tho yippie d(^^ )!

[skye-the-dragon]

My Tav!!! :D

I thought I’d share how they look in-game, since drawing them can only do so much lol

If you want some additional info (+more how i see them) it’s under the cut lol

So, my Tav.

Their name is Zion, because they’re essentially a self insert and I’m very uncreative

They’re a sorcerer

They’re nonbinary (use they/them), aromantic (but still willing to be in a relationship when they find a person they feel comfy with), and asexual (sex positive tho)

(Let me explore my sexuality through fiction okay-)

They’re around 180 years old during the game’s events, which I’ve decided is more or less 25-30 human years

They’re a human-drow-dragonborn, but the human traces are very slight because their parents were pure dragonborn and a half-drow, but down a few generations of drow/drow relationships. Their most human parts are the slightly creamy colors to their cheeks and ears, as well as a small amount of almost-white hairs, mostly over their arms and legs

From more draconic features, they mainly have slitted pupils, like a cat, because it’s fun, and their teeth are sharper than average. Plus they have scales, other than on the face, on their biceps, and all over their chest area (no nipples lol). Plus sharper-than-usual nails :)

I’ve also decided they do have a draconic tail, despite that not being an option in in-game customization, because it’s my imagining of the world and I get to do what I want, I am the DM now >:3

On that note, big sucker for wings here, so… you know. They have “retractable” (part-magic) draconic wings. But, to make it less op, I’ve made it hurt like hell whenever they summon them, cause it’s essentially like speed-growing an additional body part with bone in it, then shedding it like a skinwalker on supernatural, so they don’t use that nearly at all, unless under really strong emotions, or under extreme circumstances. But, to make it more fun, their feet also turn draconic when they do that

(Ik people are probably gonna come at me for that one, but eh, I don’t really care. It’s my version of the world, after all. Besides, it doesn’t come up often so you can technically just ignore that)

They have the criminal background, and I don’t quite have their backstory fleshed out just yet, but I know they became a thief to survive after their family was killed due to debt (drow are brutal), then it became a sort of revenge thing, to steal from rich people and such

They got found out at one point, at around 150 years of age, and were hunted down, but escaped the town before they got caught and/or killed, which is pretty much like a banishment if you think about it lol

Since then they’ve just been living sorta on the run, stealing or foraging and hunting to survive, at first in the Underdark, then, later, on the surface

Twas on one of their heists for food the nautiloid got them

Now for some fun facts and other little things!

They actually dislike the sun, it makes their eyes hurt from how bright it is. Were very disappointed because everyone who’s seen it and been in the Underdark praised its beauty and shit, but when they saw it for the first time they were just like “I cannot see”

They still appreciate sunsets and sunrises though

They speak Common, Undercommon, Drowish, and know how to say a few basic phrases in Draconic/Glav (they can read the alphabet as well, just not out loud)

They’re very morally grey. Like, would sell your soul to a devil for a single corn chip with no remorse but would also immediately stand up to your abuser kind of morally grey

They can eat raw and rotten food without much consequence, because their draconic ancestry makes their stomach acid more… well, acidic, so it just melts all the bad stuff away. They don’t like rotten food tho, it tastes bad. Raw meat on the other hand…

Once they get attached to someone they will do anything for them

Despite Astarion’s lines being pretty much copy-pasted from a script, they find them endearing (until they learn about his past, then they want to hold him every time he falls back into that habit)

They have unreasonable amounts of charisma when they want (17), despite the fact they’re a total dumbass other times

Speaking of stats, STR is at 8, so they’re very lean

Their favorite animals are snakes, they just love the noodly babies

They make dirty jokes every chance they get (to the delight of Astarion and demise of literally everyone else)

They hate kids. Like, really. They let that tiefling child who stole the locket from that one guy get slapped lmao

Aside from the visible piercings, they have a belly button one as well

That’s it I think for now. If you’ve read this far, I hope you enjoyed me dumping all the info on you lmao <3

[rainyraisin]

2023 YEAR IN REVIEW!!!

My artstyle changed a lot this year, especially after my shift from ibis paint to procreate after getting my iPad (drawing on an iPad is the BEST btw 100% recommend I love it way more than a phone and it didn’t die after a month like my old wacom 💀💀). I’m relatively happy with where my art is atm and I hope to continue to improve in 2024!

Explanation of all the silly art down below! (Mostly so I can tell y’all who the fanart is for but also cause I like rambling)

January: A drawing of my Rise Leo human design I did to test out a pixel brush I found for Ibis Paint. He’s very fun to draw hehe I need to draw him more-

February: I wanted to learn how to draw the future designs of Leo and Mikey along with CJ so I planned to draw them all together! I struggled with Leo though so I just got rid of him. Sorry Peepaw 😞😞💔💔💔

March: Fanart for @beannary ‘s TLP au! I love it so much so I had to draw smth for it hehe 😈😈💥💥💥 which reminds me I need to draw more at some point- might redraw it at some point cause I’m not super happy with how it turned out but I do like the idea a lot

April: The month I created Reticent! April’s Fools was the first episode I came up with so I drew a chapter poster! It ended up being very different to the chapter cover I drew a couple months later but it’s still cool :D Leo is being weirdly affectionate to Mikey though what the heck that isn’t like him smh. Although I guess it was meant to be purposefully exaggerated sooooo 🥰

May: Reticent Casey!!! I don’t have much to say it’s just Reticent Casey HDKSGXKSHD this wasnt a very good art month

June: Krangified Donnie is literally my favourite concept ever thats it that’s all I have to say dbskdbwkh I adore Krangified Donnie and if the Rise brainrot takes over the Reticent brainrot for a while then I will probably be drawing Krangified Donnie during that time sorry not sorry

July: Reticent Chapter 3’s cover yippee!!! Still my favourite Reticent cover although Chapter 8’s is a close second (I can’t wait to post it once it’s been betaread yippee!!!). The scribble over Leo’s eyes is literally just because I was struggling to draw his eyes and i was getting annoyed dbskdbskdb it’s actually a very common issue with him (common Ret!Leo L). Also Mikey being reflected in the mirror is a reference to Mirror Man by Jack Stauber which I’ve basically considered his theme song since @aaronymous999 introduced it to me ebwjcbkwhd thank you Mr. Aaronymous! Also somebody said he was in the barbie box and I still need to draw that to this day because Mikey would’ve killed to go see Barbie.

August: RET DONNIE WOOOOO he’s being bullied again!!! I drew that piece for a colour palette challenge request and realised I got the prompt wrong so I just made it into its own thing 💥💥💥 it’s usually a flickering light gif but I chose to just use the version with the light on for this post. The photos in the background were really fun to draw hehe either April’s or Mikey’s is my favourite.

September: MY 500 FOLLOWER DTIYS YIPPEE (/my 150 follower DTIYS for tumblr). This one took me. Forever to draw and I love it to pieces hehe it was really fun to design Mikey’s room and figure out outfits for the sillies and idk the concept of a sleepover just seemed really fun to me dbskbdkdb- and all the entries I got were so so awesome I loved them all to pieces!!! I still look at them all the time hehe

October: FANART OF @endlesslogo ‘S HUMAN RISE LEO DESIGN WOOOOOO!!! This was the piece I started rendering on hehe it was so much fun to draw!!!! Although I did have a fight with rendering the hair for over an hour svsjegksbdk HOW DO PEOPLE DO IT FR!!!

November: Me and my friends were working on a crossover between our TMNT iterations so I drew all of our Karai’s together!!! Confluence Karai is on the left, created by Salem and Marine, New Stars Karai is in the middle created by Starla, and Reticent Karai is on the right created by me! All our Karais have such cool designs AHHHHH literally dead over them constantly/pos

December: Most of December I spent drawing Christmas presents so this was my present for Salem!!! Confluence!Jonatello my beloved….

[leenfiend]

I thought the Two Slow Dancers comic would be a fun opportunity to break down my process a lil bit cause this was a lot of undoing and redoing and adding so for any ppl curious it will be under the cut!!

So to start off I actually only thumbnailed what is now page five and six, the original image in my mind was them reaching out to each other in different seasons clothing, I considered just making an animated version of that but then I connected it to the two slow dancers scene I had imagined in my head a month or so back and wanted to make it part of a small narrative:

(I actually did page six first - u can tell by the way my writing is nearly incomprehensible that this idea came to me like a vision in the night)

But then looking at that i said - well surely that doesn’t tell the story enough. I need more. And then I played two slow dancers on repeat for probably an hour while I thumbnailed a surrounding narrative for those two pages and ended up with this mess:

And from there I actually started working on the lineart two pages at a time - I like working on freakishly large two page spreads because to me it helps the flow feel more cohesive, I don’t look at them as isolated pages until I get to the shading part of the process.

But once I sent it to some ppl for feedback and reread it myself a million times I felt like the story still wasn’t reading the way I wanted it to - two out of six pages were “flashbacks/memories” pages and that ratio didn’t really allow for the other four pages to read as a cohesive story in my opinion so I kept trying to workshop two more pages for the front and I went through a few iterations:

I thought at first I would show the outside of the garrison, give the audience more of a setting, and then show the flyer so we know Keith is getting ready for this celebration. But it was too literal for me (even though what I ended up doing was still pretty literal lmao). So then I started with the phone/text messages as a story telling device:

Also this is an example of how I almost always draw the comic panels before I decide what goes in them haha, unless I’m really sure what images I plan on focusing in on the panels almost always end up informing what goes inside if that makes sense. But I finally ended up here when I decided “that’s good enough”

I even did most of the lineart for this composition before I decided the imagery of the jacket was just too repetitive, like we don’t need THREE PAGES of keith putting on a jacket.

So i kind of just moved the left page over to the right, and left the right page blank for most of the rest of the comic process. I finished most of the lineart on the rest of it before I finally circled back and decided to go with a tweak of what I originally thought was a lame idea (I had this image in my head of the lions silhouette against the glow of the Earth for the first page, but with the lyrics “the ground has been slowly pulling us back down” I thought it was just too cheesy, especially because that’s not what the lyrics mean either in the song or in the context of this comic and I didn’t want them to be perceived as so literal)

So this is the thumbnail I landed on for that which eventually turned into the actual final page.

Once I had all of the thumbnailing done the rest was pretty fun work! Just lots of going back in and detailing out the scribbles I had first put down. Now in terms of color, I actually have a secret. Most times I don’t color much at all? It depends on the piece but for most of my comics what I do is this -

I flat greyscale color everything and then use a color curve adjuster inside of procreate to pick a color pallet:

color adjusters are ur friend for picking color pallets i'm TELLING YOU!! I used to have a lot of trouble with cohesive color comps but it's a lot easier for me even without using this method now. Anyway I usually leave it here, in my other comics I don't have any shading or background elements outside of the panels but I figured since I was working so much on this comic anyway, I might as well light it a bit. So I basically just scribbled over the whole composition with a purple marker set on a multiply layer and then erased out the places I wanted light to hit, and then added a soft light layer with colored lights to give it more of a party look:

The only hang up I had during the coloring process of all this was how to color the "memory" pages. I originally just wanted them to be more pastel/blue, I thought that would make them look distinct enough. So I painted/shaded this whole page before looking at it within the rest of the composition and deciding it didn't read well at all and ended up sliding the saturation down to zero and calling it a day:

But I'm happy with that decision because it allowed for the "coming into color" moment with the other memory page and I think it connects better to the rest of the comic visually that way. And that was the whole process! There were tons of other little adjustments I made along the way and other composition things I tried out but I do tend to erase instead of iterate in layers so this is the process I have to show you! As a little bonus behind the scenes, here's the time lapse replay of that initial thumbnail for all eight pages! (it is sideways just because it's so large so if you're on a phone/tablet/laptop just turn ur screen sideways otherwise I'm so sorry lmao)

[autism-spectral-theorem]

hi posting third chapter of my death note fic on this account whatever. not a lot happens yet but L appears in this one. (ao3)

(first chapter)

(previous chapter)

It was as if only a second had passed when he opened his eyes to the ringing of his alarm. Usually, he could wake up at whatever time he wanted with no need for an alarm, but he had set it as a precaution so he would not be late to school in case he accidentally fell asleep during one of the last few sleepless nights. He sat up in bed and stretched. It would probably take several more nights of good sleep for him to be completely well rested, but he no longer felt so sleep deprived, and his hand hurt less. For the sake of his health, he was definitely going to have to ease up on the judgements.

“Thought you’d never get up.” Right. There was a demon in his room.

“Good morning, Ryuk. I hope you didn’t cause any trouble at night.”

“Hyuk, hyuk. The human world is fun. I flew around and ate some apples.”

Light decided not to press about where exactly he had acquired those apples, but made a mental note that the shinigami’s affinity for apples may come to be a useful piece of information. “Alright. Have fun, but don’t let other humans know you’re here, or they might catch me and your fun will be over.”

***

A group of his classmates was gathered by the entrance to the school. Everyone appeared to be animatedly discussing something. Could it be? He greeted them. “What’s going on?”

A quiet girl from his class whom he had never really talked to previously (though he did recall watching her draw in class, creating near photographic representations of their classmates and teachers) turned towards him. “Have you read the news?”

“I haven’t really been online the past few days. Busy studying. What happened?”

“So busy with your studies that you barely remember us simple mortals, of course, Yagami. Last night, in the span of less than an hour, ten of the world’s richest people donated all their wealth to charity and dropped dead. Then, people on social media started noticing that the past few days, people have been dying under similar circumstances. Some members of criminal organizations around the world have turned themselves and their accomplices in before dying immediately after. Serial killers, rapists, child abusers. It would seem obvious that this is the doing of some government, maybe the CIA or something, but the thing is, corrupt government officials have been dying too, and the events of last night probably eliminate this possibility. Some people have even been saying it’s divine judgment, that those who harm others are being eliminated. It’s just speculation of course. I’m sure everyone here would be curious to know what you think.”

It was all going according to plan. Light suppressed his smile and pretended to be deep in thought, as if taking in this information for the first time. “Very interesting. I can’t say I have heard of something like this happening before, though that much is obvious. Normally, I would say these are just accidents that happened to coincide, but the probability of such a series of coincidences happening is so unlikely that if this was a scientific study we would be forced to conclude something else is going on here. My guess as to what exactly is as good as yours though.” He told everyone he would see them in class and politely excused himself. 

For once, Light was grateful he did not have to pay attention in class because it gave him time to reassess his situation and plan ahead (while ignoring Ryuk’s antics in the background). His initial actions were hasty and based on limited information. He had done the best he could with the large number of unknown variables, but now that he knew for certain that he was in for the long run, it was essential to assess every aspect at play and pursue the optimal course of action.

So far, he was pleased with the results, but it was too early to tell how everything would play out, and if any unpleasant surprises would surface. What he did the day before was a necessary gamble. It was a bold move to go for some of what would seem like the most important targets so early, and he had hesitated. He was not an idiot and it was obvious to him that it was unlikely that all billionaires would suddenly start giving away all their money and restructuring their enterprises according to the principles of worker democracy. The far more likely outcome would be that they would store their assets in offshore accounts, with the bonus of tax evasion, and it would be anywhere between extremely time-consuming and impossible for him alone to figure out who owns what. Perhaps at that point he could rely on his supporters (at this point in time, he did not know of any supporters, but he was sure there would be many people who would see his righteousness eventually).

Given this, it would seem to any reasonable observer that this was an impulsive move expected of a teenager given too much power. But to Light, this was a lower-risk move compared to starting by eliminating “bad” political leaders to make a point, because it was more attention-catching yet did not pose as much of an issue with finding replacements. And just as one cannot win a game of chess using only pawns, he could not achieve his goals by going only after small targets.

***

Bathed in the blue glow of monitors in his dark office, L stacked a dozen sugar cubes into his tea and pressed on them with a spoon, watching the hot tea seep into the sugar, softening and dissolving it. He stirred it slightly, took a sip of the slightly crunchy sugary slush, then brought his eyes back to the screen.  

An unlikely series of deaths around the world had caught his attention in the past week. Such things were not extraordinary in his work, but what was extraordinary about this case was the worldwide spread of victims, lack of any kind of physical evidence, and almost deliberate conspicuousness, as if the killer (if there was one, and this was precisely the point that led L to suspect there was) wanted to be noticed. It was so conspicuous, in fact, that he predicted it would be a matter of a few days before law enforcement agencies noticed and contacted him.

Something caught his eye. Impossible! He took this thumb out of his mouth and stared. There was no doubt now.

His phone rang.