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ellaofoakhill · 7 months ago

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BIG LIFE UPDATE!!!

Hello all and sundry! I am happy to announce that, in a few short weeks, I will be leaving my job as a massage therapist, and pursuing a career as a full-time writer and digital artist.

If you've seen and liked my work up on here and my instagram, I have good news: you're going to be seeing a lot more of it! Part of that is because, once I'm doing this full-time, I'll have a lot more time for my own work, but also because, at least for the foreseeable future, I will be taking art commissions, starting now!

I'm in the process of starting up a Patreon, as well as my own independent website where you can look over all of my collected work, but for now this is the main way to help me out, so if you like what I do, and want to support me, this is a great way for you to do that.

My Terms of Service regarding said commissions are below the cut, for anyone who's interested. Please read them before commissioning.

But first, in case anyone wanted to see close-ups of these. Here's one of my oc's, Lanthialdn of Leaning Boughs; you won't meet her (and sometimes him) for a while.

Has anyone else ever wondered what would happen if a dragon and a fasolasuchus got into a scrap? Just me?

A wyvern. That isn't fur or feathers, in case anyone was curious; just scales like a pangolin.

And this guy (girl?) is a bit of fanart, a Behemotherium maxwelli from Biblaridion's Alien Biospheres speculative biology series on youtube. I forgot to include the calculation for something similar on the page above, so I'll throw it in here:

Full Body + Flats + Shading + 2h BG fee = $45 + $12 + $12 + $46 = $115

Anyway, here's the ToS!

Service Description.

Will Draw: characters, creatures, and light nsfw (i.e. revealing outfits [no nips, no clits, no butts, no nuts], suggestive poses, PDA)

WON'T Draw: porn, graphic violence/gore, hatemongery (racist/sexist/homophobic/transphobic, etc.)

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Characters: Bust $23USD; Waist $34USD; Full Body $45USD

Creatures: Head & Neck $23USD; 'Waist' $34USD; Full Body $45USD

Flat Colours: +$12USD

Shading: +$12USD

Extra Character/Creature: Double above $$$ amounts (each character/creature beyond 2 will be an additional $30USD)

Background: A blank background/simple pattern is free. Complex backgrounds are $23USD per hour of work I spend on them.

Complexity Fees: If you ask me to draw something extremely complicated/time-consuming (an intricate pattern on an outfit, for instance), I will apply a complexity fee of $23USD per hour spent drawing said thing. Again, I will notify you as soon as I think something you commission me for will entail a complexity fee.

Anatomical Drawings: $91USD. Think like a 19th-century naturalist's journal sketches of creatures new to Western science. I will draw a full-body illustration of your creature, along with any 3 of the following: 1 superficial anatomy highlight (your cave monster has some glow-in-the-dark antennae? I draw them specifically [and, as an option, include a short blurb, which you write, talking about them]), skeletal elements (hollow bones? unusual jaws? I draw [you blurb]), muscular elements (powerful digger? unusual tongue?), visceral elements (gas bladder? metal-digesting GI tract?). Anatomical highlights beyond 3 will entail a complexity fee.

-I reserve the right to refuse commission requests for any reason.

-Reference pictures are extremely helpful. Please include some with your commission request. The more specific your commission, the more helpful the pics are. -Each commission includes two revisionary periods: one after the sketch phase, and one when the commission is complete. -major changes can be made during the first period, only minor changes after the second. -3 edits maximum per period (ex. you can ask for 2 posing changes and 1 perspective change) -I will not make the above changes after these periods have passed. -I will send your commission to you upon completion, assuming said commission has been paid for in full, according to our most recent agreement regarding same, in a file form of your choosing (.png, .jpeg, etc.).

Payment.

-all monetary quantities above are in USD. -Payment is through Paypal only. No chargebacks. -Payment is to be made upfront before I will start working on your commission. -If a commission is anticipated to be greater than 200USD, you can make one payment of 100USD upfront, and pay the rest upon completion. If a commission is anticipated to be greater than 500USD, you can make one payment of 200USD upfront, a second upon the beginning of the first revisionary period, and the remainder upon completion of the piece.

-I reserve the right to apply complexity fees if I deem them appropriate. I will notify you if I make this decision, I will stop work on your commission until you reply to said notification, and I will provide you with an invoice detailing the time spent on your project.

Communication Termination. -If I contact you at any point in this process, and receive no reply within 14 days, your commission spot will be forfeit, i.e. I will move on to other work. -I will contact you when this happens. -If I receive no reply after an additional 14 days, any funds you have paid will be considered forfeit.

Illustration Rights. -I retain the rights to use your commission for personal promotion, and as a commission example. -I retain the original .csp image. -Neither you nor I can use your commission to sell merchandise. -You cannot use your commission for purposes including but not limited to: AI training, reselling, relicensing, or NFT usage.

-You may not alter or repurpose your commission without my consent.

#my art #art commissions #comms open #digital art #I draw characters & creatures

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housewarningparty · 1 year ago

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Okay as promised here's my more thoughts to follow in the Buffy update, A+ series had a great time. "Innocence", "Passion", "I Only Have Eyes For You" and "Becoming" so great, Buffy gets so much good everything for all the big Angel fallout Sarah Michelle Gellar is just always nailing it. Also actually warmed up to Cordyxander wasn't expecting that. Gonna admit wasn't super into Spike at first but I'll tell you into the second half once he was in the wheelchair loved that guy, dunno just wasn't really buying the hype they tried but after taking him down a few notches my kinda guy. RIP Jenny but she got a lot of great stuff loved her, RIP Kendra kinda wish she'd got a bit more for her death. Also I remember back in What's My Line I thought oh a cop who just starts blasting in a school of course she's an assassin but then they do the same thing in Becoming just as regular cops incredible. Also wow they went real hard on the queer coding with Buffy coming out to Joyce in Becoming (this was also a great scene), also a hard unsympathetic turn for Joyce especially in 3x01 with her blaming Giles for Buffy following Joyce's ultimatum, wasn't expecting it so much. Giles also, lotta great stuff, shocker Anthony Stewart Head does good work I know but he was so good in Passion and I Only Have Eyes For You. I didn't think I'd get so into the whole AngelxBuffy romance considering y'know I already knew how it goes but nah its still real good even with that foreknowledge. Also shout out to Willow just having to double as a teacher for the latter half of the series since Jenny died incredible stuff, and good for her getting into the witch phase which is what I mostly knew about her from second hand knowledge, besides that finding out she was gay in the evil mirror verse was part of how she found out she was gay herself.

Also I forgot about that joke about how David Boreanaz can't do an Irish accent and man he can really not do an Irish accent, I remember an episode of Angel where his pre Vampire memories took over or something and they just had him do the American accent, shout out also to Angel being dead and still in the opening credits for series 3 (I've watched one episode so far) really selling me that he's dead forever guys. Also gotta say despite I Only Have Eyes For You being real good, kinda sketchy the whole I dunno if the student being in a relationship with his teacher was handled particularly well. Like I get it yeah for the comparison between Angel and Buffy but directly bringing that in makes that a bit sketch as well, like I'm not gonna complain about age differences with vampire/human romances because its a staple, you can't get away from it they're vampires but if you're directly bringing in the comparisons y'know.

Also glad you mostly enjoyed the song recs, I've been listening to Rise Against since you said The Weight of my Pride is like them meets Fightstar (who I will also get to but I am incapable of checking out music in a way that isn't listening to they're entire discography in a row before trying out another one), they're so good I haven't clicked this hard with a band since I got into Dio and REO Speedwagon, its just banger after banger.

Also gonna go read HerInsectReflections' essays on series 2 like you recced. Will read your Common Ground fic when I get to around about Faith's heel turn I think.

Final last second thought the theme song seems a bit different for series 3? Dunno if I like it as much I'm sure it'll grow on me

Yeah! Definitely read the @herinsectreflection essays, they're really incredible. In particular I think you might enjoy skipping straight to the one she wrote for "I Only Have Eyes for You" since I think it does a really good job dissecting and contextualizing the teacher/student and age gap stuff in that episode while still acknowledging what sucks about it.

I know I've said before that my favorite episodes of Buffy are the ones that are really about other episodes of Buffy but I really mean it and I think you probably know exactly what I mean about that by now. As such, I'm really excited for you to get further into s3 and start getting to the Faith stuff. Very enmeshed with the Angel/Angelus arc.

Anyway fully agree re: Kendra. The show really did her dirty. It's got to be acknowledge that the one way Buffy fails egregiously and repeatedly throughout all 7 seasons in with race. Characters of color and black characters in particular are rarely seen, usually only fulfilling temporary roles, lack the depth and interiority of white characters and are usually victims of some sort of stereotyping. It's a bummer and I wish I could say it gets better but it really doesn't. Huge L!

Re: Spike - honestly yeah, for me he's best when he's kinda just being the buttmonkey.

I think the season 3 theme might be where they ditch the scream? I prefer the scream tbh. But when I watch with my best friend she does it for me, which is very sweet.

Thanks for checking in again! Love your updates! Glad you're having a good time!

#replies #Anonymous

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quiverymango · 4 months ago

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Shop Update Post

Wanted to make a little update post surrounding the charms I’m creating so everyone knows I’m not dead lol.

Keep Reading for info on my WoF and Omori charms!

Wings of Fire charms:

The WoF charm art is nearly complete! I’m in the rendering phase now and after that they will be done and ready for creation!

There will be 10 total!! Yes, a whopping 10! I will be making a separate post once all the art is completed to announce what the theme of them is, as well as show them off! Just know I’ve had this idea for years and am so excited to finally be able to make them a reality!

10 charms is a large number though cost wise. While bulk ordering is a thing that I will be taking advantage of, I’m still just one person paying for all of this without any outside financial support. Because of this, the charms in this set may not all be released at the same time. Rather, there’s a possibility they’ll be released in waves. This isn’t a guarantee just yet, but it is a likely possibility as I want to prioritize some of my Omori products over the 10 WoF ones so I have some product variety.

Speaking of Omori products…

Omori charms:

The Omori charms are in a bit of a rougher place right now as I’m focusing all my effort on finishing the Wings of Fire ones first. Because of this, I’m only on the rough sketch phase for 2/3 of the Omori charms I will be making (for now). The reason why one of them is not in the rough stage is because I will be reusing old art for it–meaning it’s complete.

Since these charms are a bit further out from being revealed, I will let you know what I’m cooking up!

The first is a Sunny x Kel design, which will be using this art! This is the only Omori charm currently completed. I think this art holds up and will work well as a charm because of its chibi look! The stars in the background will be kept so it’s not just a charm of two characters kissing, but rather, a charm of two characters kissing ✨with style✨ lmao.

Second design will be of Stranger!! You didn’t really think I could go this long without drawing him, did you? This charm will be utilizing my design for Stranger because he’s my son 🤲. The design will be of him dangling so it looks like he’s being picked up by his tail! It’s similar to keychains that look like the character is being picked up from the back of their shirt–except it’s his tail lol. It will not be a dangler keychain type though (where the tail is a separate piece from the rest of it). I may make it a double sided design to make it really seem like you’re holding la créature in real life, but we’ll have to wait and see how I feel lol.

The third and final (for now) charm will be of Omori and Stranger! They will be in a Ying and Yang symbol, and that’s about it lol. Trust me, it’s cool…imo…lol. I apologize I don’t have much to say about this one, but it’s exactly as described lol. I plan on using a closer to canon design for Stranger, but he will still have a tail because yes.

Closing thoughts:

OKAY. THATS ALL. I have many more ideas for future products, many of which aren’t just charms, but for now, this is all. I want to reiterate that these are most likely going to be released in waves and not all together as dropping 13 different charms right out the gate is kinda ludicrous lol.

I really hope you like my charms once they drop and consider supporting me! It’s my dream to be a merch designer and I’m so grateful to have the ability to finally start making that dream a reality! 💜

#MangoDragonMarket #mango rambles #wings of fire #omori

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jessileerusselluni · 2 years ago

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224 Smylex 1/2

Promotional Trailer Pitch:

This was my pitch for a promotional trailer/advertisement for the fictional product Smylex. A product featured in Tim Burtons Batman in 1989. Tim Burton is a big inspiration for me and I love his twisted style in the 2D movies and his feature films.

Characters:

These are the drafts of the clown/demon characters which I used for the promotional video. Starting with the main character followed by his puppets-

Puppets-

Character Puppets:

These are the complete drawings I made of the characters which I will use as the move-able puppets with separate pieces-

The third one was in its sketch phase. This is how I drew each of the pieces and knew how each piece should look connected to the other-

The different mouths are for all the characters and the shoes are for the main character who will be able to walk around, unlike the puppets who are stuck on their strings.

Update:

I made changes to the main character, dying the tips of his hair. I also completed the 3rd puppet-

Her hands were too big so I scaled them down and made her legs bigger, which looks better-

Props:

In the promotional video I wanted to make an eerie scene with a victim of the product sitting in a chair. So I have drawn a quick sketch of a wooden chair I want to use in the video. I wanted something with an old style but without any references -

More props:

Using the chair I made as a reference I made two victims. The Brand X victim and the Brand S victim. Brand X is basic poison, Brand S is the Smylex. The can of Smylex will be promoted at the end of the commercial-

Brand X:

Brand S (Smylex):

Brand X box:

Brand S box:

Can of Smylex. The teal droplet was an accident but ended up working well:

Environment:

These are the background drafts I made in Photoshop, which everything else was made in too. The wonky style matches the characters well, so using my bad drawing “skills” I managed to make something which works. It is meant to look childlike since it’s about clowns and puppets. This is the first scene I made which will be the second act:

This one is the supermarket which the beginning of the video will take place in:

More detail and colours:

Animation Story Board:

This was my first storyboard for the promotional video-

I was thinking about using Duik in After Effects to animate the video, making a skeleton rig and animating the movements. I also made a more defined storyboard so it would be easier to understand:

Modelling:

I used Maya to make a 3D background so drawing a 2D background would be easier and more accurate. I made the whole market scene with shelves and products-

Inspiration:

This is my inspiration for 224. As it is based around Tim Burtons Batman movie, I wanted to incorporate more of his style into the animation -

I really didn’t know what to do for this assignment at first, then I remembered the Smylex scene from the 1989 Batman film by Tim Burton, who I take a lot of inspiration from when it comes to style and story.

I wanted to add to this scene with my own characters and a different story. Instead of the Joker vs Batman this is Carnival, a killer clown/demonic entity who kills with poison, two of the victims/puppet monsters are also homage to the victims in the Jokers advert with the two models.

I wanted to make it kinda creepy, an advertisement used in a horror movie but drawn out like a cartoon, so friendly and childlike at first, but gradually gets darker and more unsettling.

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 4 years ago

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Twelve Months - Good Omens fanfic

Happy 31st Anniversary of Good Omens! :D

To celebrate this momentous occasion, I have posted a slightly-sad, slightly-sweet Wake the Snake fic on AO3, because our demon has been napping for a whole Twelve Months, and sometimes Angel gets a little lonely!

Thank you all for another fantastic year in this fandom!

Twelve months.

Aziraphale pushed open the door to Crowley’s flat, a simple shopping bag tucked under his arm.

The lights were still off, the curtains drawn in the awful empty room he called a study. Nothing had changed.

He passed through the enormous, rotating section of wall and into the solarium. This was still bright—many of the plants flourishing despite being unattended so long, despite clearly not having enough water. A few had started flowering. They waved their branches at him as he entered, perking up eagerly.

The angel waved back, but first he peeked into Crowley’s bedroom.

He was still where Aziraphale had left him, on his last visit a month before. Bright red hair spilled across black pillows, grown into a stringy mop. Duvet pulled up to his messily-bearded chin. One hand curled up beside him on the bed.

Still asleep.

With a sigh, Aziraphale crossed over to the plants, who greeted him excitedly, unfurling their newest leaves, a few vines hanging down to brush his face.

“Hello, my lovelies. How are you all doing? Look at you, grown at least a foot since I saw you, I’m sure. And you! What beautiful pink buds. Very impressive.”

He didn’t think Crowley would approve of how he spoke to the plants, but the poor things had been so distraught on his first visit, straining to keep upright, trying to hide their yellowing leaves. So much healthier now, much happier for just a bit of attention. He picked up the watering can and gave them all a quick splash. He didn’t know how much water each needed, but it didn’t seem to matter.

“You keep it up, dears. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Picking up his shopping bag again, Aziraphale headed down the hall to the kitchen. The kettle sat on the island where he’d left it, and he quickly refilled it and set it to boil. While he waited, he pulled his latest creations from the bag: a small pumpkin spice cake from a recipe he’d been perfecting since fall, a lemon coconut cake, and a few apple cinnamon muffins.

Two plates—a muffin for each, a slice of the coconut cake for himself and the pumpkin spice for Crowley.[1] The rest went into the refrigerator, where they would never go bad or stale.

Aziraphale put the plates onto a tray, along with forks and napkins. Next he found two mugs and pulled the little tin of his second-favorite tea out of the bag just as the kettle boiled.

For himself, a teaspoon of the expertly blended leaves, steeped for exactly three minutes, resulting in a pale brown tea with a slightly spicy aroma. For Crowley, he dropped a tea bag into boiling water and let it sit until it was almost black.[2]

He carried the tray back to the solarium and selected a bright red-and-gold tulip that was nearly vibrating in its eagerness to be noticed. A moment to assure the other plants that they were still doing fabulously—particularly a self-conscious little succulent that had rather drooped over the winter but was making a fine recovery—and he once more headed into Crowley’s bedroom.

Crowley had rolled over, and now sprawled on his back, sleeping soundly. He’d apparently kicked a bit, too, as the blanket had slid down past his stomach. Aziraphale smiled as he set the tray on the chair he’d brought in some months ago and got to work.

“It’s wonderful to see you again, dear,” he started cheerfully, carefully rearranging the objects on the little bedside table. “I have a few things for you again, I hope you don’t mind.” Just enough space to slide the mug and the little plate. Perfect.

“I received a package from Tadfield again. Everyone wrote a note and then gathered them all together, really quite clever. They’re all doing well, if a bit bored.” The table was nearly overflowing with little items now, brought in by Aziraphale to cheer the place up. Framed pictures of their human friends, quarantining with their families, clustered in one corner so tightly you could hardly see them anymore.

He pulled the latest out of the shopping bag. “Anathema has started a garden,” he explained, pausing to show the photograph to Crowley’s sleeping form. It showed the witch, kneeling outside her little cottage, working on growing several rows of herbs. “I got the impression she was off to a rough start, but she hopes to send us some mint in the next package. Although Newt warned me not to expect too much, as they’d already forgotten which patch is mint and which is oregano.” He set the picture with the others, and slid the potted tulip alongside it. “I’m sure she could use some advice from you, when you’re ready to share.”

“Nnnnh.” Aziraphale spun eagerly, but no, just Crowley shifting in his sleep again, rolling onto his side.

The angel paused to pull the duvet back up to Crowley’s chin, tugging it straight and smoothing a hand down his back. In a way, his friend was nearly unrecognizable, with that hair and ridiculous beard, but in another way looked the same as ever. That was always Crowley’s way, of course, constantly changing yet somehow always the same.

He lingered, taking in the shape of that face, leaning close, lips hovering above his cheekbone—

Aziraphale pulled back, quickly digging into his bag again. “Oh! Ah, the, um, the children have been making projects for their art class. This past month was sculpture, and they sent us some. Look!” He pulled out four little figures of oven-baked clay. “Ah, young Wensleydale has made a very clever model of a train car. Brian’s is…abstract.” He turned the next a few different ways. “And Pepper’s is, ah, either a very complex symbolic representation of the Patriarchy, or…a troll, I think.” They just fit on the edge of the table, all in a line, a very mismatched tableau. The fourth, on the end, was the best, in Aziraphale’s opinion. “Adam made a little Dog, and it’s very well done, don’t you think?” The canine figure posed with one leg raised and head cocked, ready to play, but the shadow it cast was just a little too large, too ominous, for such a small creature.

With a sigh, Aziraphale shifted the row this way and that. “I sent a letter to Warlock, over in America, but haven’t heard back since Christmas. I believe they’re very busy with something. Politics. You know how it is.” When the Dowlings had left England, they’d planned to return for a visit the following summer. A global pandemic had had other ideas.

“In any case, that just leaves Tracy and Shadwell. I understand he’s decided to hate the concept of literacy this month, so no word on how his war with the squirrels is going. And Tracy has declared she will spend the summer making a fairy garden. I thought her sketches looked very promising, and she promised to send us an update in June. I’m sure you’ll find it charming.”

“Hrrrrm.” Crowley sank under the duvet, nestling down a little deeper. Aziraphale smiled, settling into the chair with his plate and mug.

“Things are loosening up again,” he explained, taking a bite of cake. Delicious, if he said so himself. Sharp and not too sweet. “People are getting vaccinated, shops opening up. It’s really a lovely breath of fresh air, at least when you’re not wearing a mask.” A long sip from his mug, then he held it, fingers tapping. “It’s been nice walking through the park again, just in time for the baby ducks. And that record shop at the corner, they’ve had some wonderful new additions. Which reminds me.”

Putting aside his mug, Aziraphale dug through the bag again and pulled out a handful of square plastic cases. “They had a whole shipment of those little records the Bentley likes. Modern music. I picked out the ones with the rudest names. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.” He pulled out the first disc and placed it atop Crowley’s phone. The device blinked in confusion a few times, then obediently copied all the music.

“Of course, it’s not all good news.” He stacked the rest of the discs atop the phone and returned to his tea. “Reopening means the customers are coming back. Yesterday, this one individual spent almost an hour browsing the same three shelves. And then he tried to make off with one of my books.” Another long sip. “Granted, he offered to pay, but still. What sort of establishment does he think I’m running?”

Aziraphale paused, waiting for Crowley to respond, not that he ever did. The demon’s eyelids moved a little, but no more.

Sighing, Aziraphale turned to his muffin. “You know, many times in the last year, I’ve wished you were there. Particularly during reopening phases. You could have posed as a customer, and then I’d be able to tell people I was at the capacity limit. Oh, and the people who would call to try and buy my rarest books. Collectors, or so they claimed, but then they just turn around and sell to anyone for twice the price! I’m sure you’d have some biting things to say about such people.” He smiled at Crowley’s sleeping face. “I’ve missed that, and your jokes. Rather more than I expected to.”

When his plate and tea were finished, Aziraphale set them on the floor and reached again into the bag. “Now, I have been attempting to teach my computer how to use the internet. I think it’s going quite well. Adam and his friends gave me a ‘homework assignment’ to find articles on recent news events, and I made the most wonderful discovery. Did you know that humans now share their news through humorous pictures? I printed out my favorites to show you.”[3]

He flicked through a few. “Ah, to start with, a few months ago there was this American politician with amusing mittens who showed up everywhere for a few days. It was extremely droll.” He leaned closer, holding them up for Crowley to see. “Ah, a few more from America. The murder hornets arrived, though by that point everyone had forgotten them. The election became increasingly confusing, and it all ended in a parking lot. For a little while everything was ‘This-or-That Total Landscaping,’ and before that everything was cake.” He showed a few extremely clever illusions. “I did try to make my own, but couldn’t manage it without miracles, which I felt was cheating.”

Really, leaning like this was starting to strain his back. Aziraphale shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, the better to share his pictures. “Ahhh. Also for a time everyone’s calendars were stuck on ‘March.’ And then earlier this year, a group of people learned how the stock market works, but sadly not how to spell it. The whole situation seemed very much like the sort of thing you’d be involved in. And…Oh, this angel from a television show was sent to Hell for…reasons.” He glanced at the shape beside him. Crowley had curled in slightly, pressing against Aziraphale’s back. “Yes. Various reasons. And then this musician, I suppose, went on his own. Both had many people extraordinarily upset.”

The next few images would really tickle Crowley, if he could actually see them. “The biggest news is that a large ship got stuck sideways in that canal in Egypt. Stopped half the world’s shipping for a few days while they dug it out! I’m sure you would have liked that very much. Exactly your sort of trouble. The humans were all very excited.”

The final photo was another of the ship, an image Aziraphale had made himself, printing out a blank version and writing on it in felt-tip pen. The hull of the enormous ship was labeled, “An eternity putting up with the tedious bureaucracy and frequently conflicting commands of my superiors until I begin to doubt my own judgement and sanity,”[4] while the small digger working steadily beside it was “Crowley.”

Aziraphale watched the demon beside him, not really expecting a reaction, certainly not getting one. He reached over, brushing brilliant hair back from Crowley’s forehead. “I think you’d have had rather a lot of fun last year. Or perhaps you’d have been upset you could only watch from a distance. Or…”

He’d leaned much closer than he’d intended, hovering just above Crowley’s forehead.

“Well!” Aziraphale stumbled to his feet. “I suppose that’s just about everything.” He picked up the tray from where he’d rested it on the floor, starting to re-load it with everything he’d brought in. Crowley’s cake and tea sat untouched, as always, but Aziraphale wouldn’t dream of skipping them. “We’re all very optimistic for the summer. Two months and everything should be just…just tickety-boo. Perhaps we can go for that picnic soon, if…yes…”

They’d made such plans for 2020. All the things they would do now they were free. Plans, and other thoughts carried in their minds, possibilities that would play out in their own time. Not too fast, just a slow, steady exploration of everything they could be…

“Well. Pleasant as that idea is, best not to—to plan too much, as the previous year made fools of us all. I just…” He turned away from the tray and watched Crowley sleep, hands clasped before him. “I miss you terribly. And I wish…very much…”

He picked up his shopping bag. One item still inside. The same one he’d been carrying for months, trying to find the courage to bring it out.

With a shaking hand, he reached in and drew forth a soft hand-made doll. He’d spent much of the winter on it. Simple white cotton for the head and body, wooly curls for the hair, and stiff white lace for the wings. Dressed in waistcoat and bowtie made from Aziraphale’s favorite tartan.

He still wasn’t sure why he brought it. He’d stitched several little toys, particularly a lovely black-and-red serpent with gold button eyes that had watched him from the sofa since November. But this, for reasons he couldn’t articulate, this one was for Crowley.

“I, ah…” He shuffled closer, doll clutched in both hands. “I made, um…” Back to the edge of the bed, one hand fumbling across the duvet. “…thought you might like…”

Crowley’s face stood out in stark contrast to the pillow, pale skin and bright hair. Aziraphale wanted to drink it in, memorize every detail, to hold him over until next month. The curve of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones. His lashes flickering as his eyes moved. His lips, pursed ever so slightly…

“Bless it, Angel, are you going to kiss me or not?”

Aziraphale gasped, pulling back from the bright gaze of slit-pupil eyes. “You—you’re awake!”

“Nnnh. Half.” Crowley shifted, head moving across the pillow, eyes threatening to shut again. “Wouldn’t miss your visit.” One hand reached out, plucked the doll from Aziraphale’s unresisting fingers. “For me?”

The angel nodded. “If…if…you like it…or I could—I could just…”

Without a word, Crowley pulled the doll under the duvet and curled up, tucking it under his chin, a faint smile on his lips.

“If you were awake you—you should have said something! I’ve been going—going off like a fool all this—oh!” Aziraphale could feel his face turning hot as he recalled a few times his tongue had been a bit too loose for propriety.

“Mmmmmh.” The golden eyes were shut again.

“Crowley?” No response. “Crowley!” Aziraphale scowled. “Anthony J. Crowley, if you’ve fallen asleep again, I swear, I’ll—”

He’d do what? The angel fumed, but what could he really threaten? To stay away? Never.

“Alright then, I suppose I’ll see you in June. I’ve had several new requests for extremely rare manuscripts and I need to go pen some responses reprimanding these vultures for their cheek. I can—”

“You can stay.”

He spun around. Crowley had one eye barely cracked open. Gently, he pulled back the duvet, showing there was just enough space for Aziraphale beside him.

“I…I couldn’t.” But he stepped forward, not back. “I have business tomorrow, things to—”

“Just tonight then.”

His fingers brushed the mattress and pulled back as if burned. “You—you don’t really mean this, you’re just talking in your sleep.”

“Nah.” Crowley settled the doll by his pillow, making space. “Why else would I give you my key?”

“I…to…water the plants?”

“They take care of themselves.” Crowley held open his arms, eyes shut once more. “I missed you, too.”

Well. What could he say to that?

Aziraphale took off his shoes and slid into bed, into Crowley's arms. They wrapped around him gently as Crowley wriggled closer. “Mmmm. Y’r softer than the doll.”

“Oh.” He’d been called soft many times, generally as a way to imply he was a failure as an angel. But just this once, it made him feel rather pleased. “Soft is good?”

“Verrrry good.” Crowley twisted a bit, trying to find a comfortable way to rest his long limbs, and finally settled curled up against Aziraphale’s chest, tucked below the angel’s chin with a leg hooked over his knees.

The angel smiled. “And you’re…you’re noodlier than a stuffed snake. Err…”

A chuckle, just a stirring of breath across his throat. “Can’t wait to hear the story behind that.” Crowley nuzzled against his shoulder with a sigh. “Good night, Angel.”

Aziraphale swept the brilliant hair back again and bent down, pressing his lips to Crowley’s forehead. A soft, gentle kiss that made his friend smile a little more broadly. “Good night, my dear.”

Crowley drifted off again, burrowing close, as the angel continued to gently tease the back of his hair. Perhaps, he thought, perhaps tomorrow's work wasn't so very urgent. Perhaps a bit of rest would do him good. And perhaps...

Well. Don't plan too much. But for the first time, Aziraphale felt a bit of optimism about the coming summer and its possibilities.

“Sleep well, Crowley.”

[1] Crowley had invented pumpkin spice, and Aziraphale assumed he must like it. In truth, Crowley despised it, and regretted every autumn how it took over the entire world. He missed apple cider season. [2] Aziraphale had suspected since the early 1950s that Crowley secretly took his tea with several lumps of sugar, but would continue to pretend he didn’t know until Crowley confessed. Considering current circumstances, that was unlikely to be any time soon. [3] Aziraphale’s fax machine, revived after over three decades of disuse, had been somewhat confused to be asked to perform any task at all, much less to print memes onto photo paper with perfectly balanced color; but like the plants and Crowley’s phone, it couldn’t stand to disappoint the angel. [4] It was possible he hadn’t quite mastered this new form of communication.

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oceanselevenism · 4 years ago

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I've seen that most of the stories on ao3 about them are mostly canon-compliant (and I don't have anything against that tbh) but I was wondering if you have any aus that you think could fit them or that you'd like to see?

omg i have SO MANY aus!! (it got Very Long so its under a cut)

- college au! danny gets kicked out (hes on full scholarship and does Thiefly Things to cover his expenses so hes not endangered just fairly fucked up abt it) (does it count as kicked out if u only live w ur dad three months a year) in freshman year, he befriends rusty (1 year below him) in sophomore year, debbie also befriends rusty (she and danny dont talk much but shes 2 yrs below him at the same college), and when reuben comes calling for a job he thinks debbie has a boyfriend (thanks to debbie telling her dad that she does) so she fake dates rusty. who ends up joining the job. and danny is Very Jealous

- snl ripoff au! danny and rusty are the weekend-update-adjacent anchors and they get gay. i Would have this take place in la (reuben is taking A Risk producing a late night sketch comedy show on the west coast but the 11/12/however fuckin many are fantastic cast members so even though they lose revenue from the other timezones not watching as much as they watch snl or whatever, they still make BANK... but danny and rusty getting gay throws the equilibrium out of whack) BUT la sucks DICK so its happening in new york. also this way u get Ocean Sibling Banter (debbie and lou are the anchors for The Actual Weekend Update and when debbie/lou get together and also when danny/rusty get together there are so many ‘just switch out the blondes/brunettes nobody will be able to tell and we won’t have hr down our necks’ jokes)

- au where the caldwells, abt to go deep undercover on a Huge Fucking Case, have to give up custody of 6 year old linus to tess and danny. the case stretches on for twelve years and linus grows up w tess and danny (who get divorced like right after they adopt him bc tess finds out abt dannys Thiefly Activities-- he confesses to her bc he doesnt rly want to predispose the kid to said thiefly activities) and also isabel (she and rusty break up like Right Before tess and dannys wedding and its very funny; she then goes on to marry tess) parenting him (rusty isnt as much in the picture bc he doesnt feel bad at all abt stealing and tess doesnt want linus to pick up that mentality also rusty Feels Things abt danny)! then when linus is like 18 or 19 danny disappears (tess and isabel think its Thiefly Activities again and arent concerned, just disappointed, but linus is very concerned for his dad-slash-stepdad-slash-sort-of-uncle) and he tracks down rusty so they can find danny. they roadtrip across america and eventually catch up to danny, who is helping the caldwells, and the five of them take down whatever gang the caldwells were chasing. linus now has 6 parents

- au based on this post where some archaeologist finds a bunch of dannys [french person voice] Love Lettairs 2 rusty and so obviously the logical course of action is to rob the museum (which happens to be the museum that tess is curating. funny how things work out) without telling his team What Theyre Stealing. they successfully pull off the heist but turns out the letters were not among the items they stole!! danny is getting desperate. as a last-ditch attempt he calls tess and asks her to let them rob the museum. shes like Why The Fuck Would I Do That. he explains and she begrudgingly agrees. danny and livingston go break into the museum Again but rusty tails them bc dannys been acting Weird and he finds out abt the letters bc livingston sweats more whenever he tells a lie. they live happily ever after (literally, theyre immortal) the end. also even though dannys a werewolf the 11 all call him the new jersey devil (its not his fault that legend came to be ok!! he was very drunk!!)

- childhood friends au!! danny and rusty were best buds as very young kids and then the oceans had to move. flash forward 2 present day where danny and debbie r robbing a museum (theyre building a flower shop over the vault and tunneling in, the dudes in brazil who came up w it are very very clever) and guess which two people are the assistant curators (is that even a title?). guess. ill tell u its tess and rusty! danny recognizes rusty, rusty ‘does not recognize’ danny (which is valid. look at photos of child george clooney and tell me you would recognize him). the 11 demand that they use this to their advantage and so danny and rusty Sort Of Date while the rest set up for the robbery, and danny feels really bad abt it so on the day of (after everyone has gotten away, ofc, he might be a lovesick bitch but hes not a snitch) he confesses and rustys like lmao i was onto u from the start. what kind of a name is [insert alias here] anyway. then they go live a life of crime and its great

- @sanduschism came up w a fantastic au where danny pickpockets rusty and feels bad so he sends the wallet back and they strike up a Correspondence

- HOSPITAL AU!!! danny and rusty r er techs while theyre doing med school and nobody knows how they juggle their shifts w school but also rusty can do a tracheotomy in like 5 seconds and danny can tell when a person needs an mri before they even list their symptoms so nobody questions it and nobody splits them up Ever. when they eventually become surgeons, danny does cardio and rusty does neuro, and whenever they have to work together not only do they never have to say what theyre doing, they don't even have What Do U Want To Cook For Dinner convos fully out loud. tess is head nurse... she makes so many excel spreadsheets... they are ALL color coded. isabel is head er doc and nobody dares to halfass things on her watch. reuben is head hospital admin, saul is chief surgeon, basher is head of the burn unit, the malloys r the HUNKIEST nurses in town, frank does plastic surgery/ent (every patient loves him bc he is just So Calm), livingston is The IT Guy, yen does like orthopedics or physical therapy, and linus is their fav resident who they all lovingly tease 24/7. the ocean sibs r both Cardio Gods and each dominate their respective coasts. debbie is an nyc doctor and if she sees a mass gen doctor its on SIGHT. the few surgeries that she and danny collab on go so fast that the med students in the gallery Cannot tell whats happening. lou is also a plastic surgeon and she and frank r best buds. linus requests time off like 6 months in advance Every Time and everyone hates it bc then They have to be on call but he doesnt realize his Extreme Overachieverness is causing so much strife. whenever tess and danny get in an argument she colorcodes his rounds spreadsheet to be the most neon shit youve ever seen. can you tell i never fully progressed past my greys anatomy phase this one is like 93489302 lines long

- superpower au where rusty has midas touch and danny has corrosive touch and when theyre too young to have control over their powers (abilities develop throughout adolescence and the user gains control at the end of adolescence) they accidentally brush hands and are terrified they just killed each other but turns out their powers like. cancel out. so until they reach like 21 or 22 and can touch things without fucking them UP they just. hold hands all the time. bc otherwise they have to wear gloves to prevent Accidents and both of them “hate gloves” (and also love holding hands. gayasses)

- uhhh hallmark au where danny is a crime fiction writer out on some beach north of ocean city nj and rusty is his fancy nyc editor. everyone else is a thief including debbie who is just Very weirded out that her brother, who robbed boston’s institute of contemporary art at age 22 and got away with it, has decided to spend the rest of his life churning out books. he is very critically acclaimed and about half of the 11 are buds with him and use his published books as heist inspo. the other ~half of the 11 are buds with rusty, and they tell him if danny’s heists are feasible or not (they always are. scarily so.) anyway rusty and isabel break up 12 days before xmas and danny and tess break up 8 days before hanukkah so dannys heading to debbie’s place in upstate new york to mope for the holidays when A BLIZZARD HITS and he gets stranded in midtown. and he and rusty are buds but like. Email Buds. they dont hang out irl and therefore they dont let their Totally Bud-Like Feelings mess up their professional relationship. but danny is stranded and its hanukkah and he ends up crashing at rustys place for the duration of the blizzard. and then rusty ends up coming to debbies place for the rest of the holidays. and then they kiss on new years eve and debbie kicks them out bc theyre being gross

- And More! thanks for the ask, anon! sorry it got so long lol i just have Many Thoughts

#oceans 11 #oceans eleven #danny ocean #rusty ryan #danny x rusty #oceans 8 #oceans eight

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 3 years ago

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Still a few weeks out from issue 4 of Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow and DC’s solicit schedule is exceedingly wonky so WHO KNOWS when those will drop...THUS. A tiny bit of art appreciation, to tide us (read: me) over. XD

Potentially (?) spoiler-y art tease below!

FIRST UP, issue 4 variant by Rose Besch! The September solicits had a bunch of variant covers listed without previews, so I think this only started showing up in the last few weeks? Regardless, check it ouuuuuttttt:

First of all: So sparkly. :D

Second, MMMMM, look at that CMY(sans K) color palette! I also think the artist’s style of coloring is just very neat--like, refracted light through a prism, if that makes sense? Very geometric. And of course, always dig a cool, shojo manga-esque look for Supergirl. I think, of the variants released thus far, this one and the Amy Reeder cover are my favorite.

The other little bit of art comes courtesy of Evely, who is back to posting in-progress snippets. As always, I recommend following her and colorist Mat Lopes on their various social media sites because 1.) they are both INCREDIBLY TALENTED and post that Good Good art and 2.) you get to see stuff LIKE THIS:

HNNNNNNGGGGG.

I will go through my usual happy art shouting: HAIR! FACE! BODY LANGUAGE!!!!!!

This is the potentially spoiler-y bit, though without text/additional panels for context, there’s not much it’s actually spoiling? Still. Just want to be extra careful.

I continue to be so completely, utterly thrilled to have eight--EIGHT--issues of Evely’s Supergirl. I mean. Just look at that. Beautiful.

Can’t wait to see the whole page, and Lopes’ colors. Aaaah. S’gonna be GOOD.

Another quick social media account recommendation: Evely’s represented by Felix Comic Art. Even if you aren’t an original art collector, the site usually has decent scans of the original black and white pages. (Watermarked, natch.) But it’s so neat getting to see the original art vs. the colored pages.

And, okay, on that subject of inks vs. colors, I had not originally planned on including this but HERE WE GO, MORE ART, BECAUSE I CAN ALWAYS RAMBLE ABOUT ART.

This time, from Lopes’ twitter; he shared the colors for this page from issue 3, and then later posted Evely’s initial inks:

It’s maybe a little hard to tell, scrolling, but when you check these out on Lopes’ twitter, and toggle back and forth, you can actually see that the colors ever so slightly soften Kara’s expression.

Which I find FASCINATING, because it really illustrates the wild game of telephone that is comics creation.

You’ve got the writer and the editor, who work sort of in tandem to figure out how best to tell the story that the writer has in mind. That then goes to the penciller, who puts their own spin on the script, then it goes to the inker who has to interpret the penciller’s lines and choose what lines to keep and how best to highlight them (though, in this case, Evely is inking her own stuff so there’s less chance for any drastic changes between these phases) and then FINALLY (at least on the art side of things) it goes to the colorist who adds a whole NEW layer (literally and figuratively) to the art by selecting palettes and color holds and so on and so forth.

In fact, I was just reading the coda in the most recent Fire Power issue, (a comic by Robert Kirkman--of The Walking Dead fame--Chris Samnee, and Matt Wilson) and Samnee said he’d imagined a particular scene taking place at night, but got the colors back from Wilson, who had set the action early in the morning. Samnee drew the pages for a night palette, but Wilson totally made the morning lighting work, and Samnee felt the storytelling was better that way, as it made the time-skip more apparent. (The previous scene also took place at night, which would’ve been confusing for readers, had they both been set at night.)

ALL OF THIS TO SAY! You have multiple storytellers working on any given book, and here, specifically, I think it’s very cool that Lopes choices enhanced the acting that Evely already put on the page.

(Though, disclaimer: it occurs to me that this is entirely subjective, and some folks might feel that there WASN’T any discernable change between inks and colors. *Shrug* ARRRTTT!!!!)

Caught a Felix Comic Art stream a few weeks back when he unboxed the art for these issues, and someone in the chat mentioned wanting an Artist Edition for Evely.

And may I just say: Yes.

Like. I don’t think it’ll happen, but I really wish this book would get the usual King trade treatment--a special edition hardcover with a bunch of backmatter, so that we can just DRINK IN THE ARTWORK.

(Would also love to see the script for any of the issues! They did that with Strange Adventures and much like seeing inks vs. colors, it’s always cool to see script to pencils.)

Actually, what I’d really love is an unlettered version of an issue, to highlight Lopes’ colors in particular.

Don’t get me wrong, I think Clayton Cowles is doing a great job on letters, but this is a very wordy book! And sometimes you just wanna push those caption boxes and word balloons aside and see the entire panel, free of text. XD

Sadly, as I said, this probably won’t get too many bells and whistles in the trade release. Maybe a little bit of Evely’s design work? Hopefully?

She actually posted her initial sketches of Kara, a while back! I think they should be on her IG somewhere?

Anyways. I would kill for a large format of ANYTHING by Evely. Seriously, just. Do it DC! Take my money! (Or, IDW? Who handles the oversized editions for DC? ...I think it’s IDW. Either way! Do it! Come on! XD)

(Again, someone in that same art unboxing chat mentioned they don’t really do large format editions for contemporary artists, BUT. They totally released a Samnee Daredevil book! That’s pretty contemporary! Or, it was. At the time of release.)

Okay, I will stop now. For real.

That’s it, I think, in terms of art teases and updates! Until solicits and/or preview art, I guess!

#supergirl: woman of tomorrow #DC comics #long post #kinda #comic thoughts #comic opinions #ARRRRRRRRRRRT

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jjuuppiter · 4 years ago

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life updates, a story about anxiety attacks, cat tower, sketches

since this tumblr is also my blog i will actually write about my life for once. my gemini needs to overshare is tingling right now hahaha but i can see myself the next morning being too afraid to open tumblr because i said some dumb stuffs that will embarrass me.

anyway it’s kinda long so i’ll put a keep reading here so you dont need to see my long ranting about my life in your timeline haha

oh someone edited the parody i made! that’s something new. no one ever reposted or edited my stuff before so i never thought my stuff are worth reposted/edited. it irked me that they put watermark on the video with my parody on it (can’t they like put my name too on the watermark? hahaha) but dealing with it and starting a commotion asking to be credited on the video too is such a work T_T they did put my twitter handle name on the post description tho so... i’ll let it slide i guess. tbh im okay if you wanted to edit/repost/use my work but please let me know haha (also huge thanks to anon and two other people on twitter for letting me know)

okay back to personal life report... covid is still happening (and worsening) here, im still working from home, havent been outside since march, okay well i did go out but the amount can be count with one hand. since wfh ive been healthier, commuting to work everyday (it took 1,5-2hours), work related problems, personal life problems really stressed me out before and i guess little by little it fucked up my body. i remember for the first time in my life getting an anxiety attack while waiting in line for the bus home, okay i dont know for sure it's an anxiety attack but i was spinning, out of breath, feeling like i was going to faint. so i decided to order a taxi bike (it's faster!) and on the ride i kept holding on the helmet so it didnt fully cover my neck cos the feel of the helmet squeezing my head made me feel like im gonna faint, thankfully arrived safely at home and literally flopped down on the floor after my mom opened the door. it was so weird. the next day i told my coworker and they told me it was an anxiety attack and told me to try hypnotherapy? so i guess it really is a mental thing? but never thought it can affect my body like that... im good now since being at home means i can manage my stress better

and after 6 months of wfh i finally bought some expensive stuffs to help me work like a monitor (it can be rotated 180 deg! i really wanted this kind of monitor the first time i saw it at the office!) and a chair massager. i dont really like spending my money honestly so it was an achievement to buy these stuffs. in college i was really into the minimalist lifestyle and learned that if you wanna buy something, delay it for 2 weeks and if you still want to buy it after that you can buy it but if you forget about it then you dont need to buy it. i guess that trick sticks with me even after my minimalist phase had pass. i also bought a cat tower for my cat!! she was super afraid of it the first time (weird), but i forced her to sit on top of it and brushed her so she will get use to it faster, and now every time i come into her room (yes she has her own room cos my mom is kinda a clean freak) she'll jump on the tower, it's really cute ❤️

my real life work is kinda monotonous but falling in love for the second time with miraculous ladybug is such a gift (for my right brain and my mental health). it got me back into drawing streak! before this i didnt even know that ml have terms like lovesquare, marichat, adrienette, ladrien, ladynoir. i only know adrien x marinette🙈 i love ladybug and chat too but i want them to end up together as adrien and marinette. but knowing there’s marichat trope changed my life and how i viewed these two. also all of the wonderful fanfics! every one say thank you fanfic authors!

anyway some of my real life friend asked me about what i did at home, i told them i usually draw and they asked me what kind of stuff that i draw and if they can see them. lol im sorry friends you cant, im not going to out myself as a sappy hopeless romantic okay. if you knew me in real life, i was that type of person who "what the fuck is this. really in front of my face? *pukes*" when i see real life pda. so im worried that if they see im this sappy they might think i wanna be in relationship or something. some of my real life friends dont understand shipping or fandom so they might not understand that everything that i draw does not describe what i want for myself. i told them to find my art account themselves and gave them a hint that my acc name is one of the planets (but they never guess jupiter lol it’s the biggest planet cmon, okay but that’s not why i picked jupiter as my online nickname)

these past week ive been slowly reading this fanfic called the rejects club by Mikauzoran and it's so so so gooodddd and i dont want it to end so i read them super sloooowww. i love reading the author's note about their life too haha. anyway this is one of the bazillion part that i like from the fic

“So, you’re saying that I only get a hug if I almost die?” Chat hums sadly, laying it on a little thick. “You’re going to make me do desperate things, Princess.”

it's marichat adrienette centric and mari has this rivalvy feeling with her alter ego (which is something ive been wantingggggg to read and explore, mari being eclipsed by ladybug even tho it's also her) so because of it i keep sketching marichats lately haha (+ old adrientte sketch that i post on twitter). these are the cleanest sketches i have and they still look super messy haha

this was a post about my life but as usual i cant not sprinkle some mlb stuff hahaha. anyway im trying to avoid any mlb salt because it affects the way i enjoy the show. it happened to me before for another shipping fandom, i was exposed to too much salt and ended up falling out of love. i still like the ship but i just cant enjoy them as intensely as before since it tires me out and im really afraid it'll happen again 😖

im off to bed~ im living in the UTC+07:00 zone so bonne nuit everyone~

#jupiter-rants #fanfic recommendation #personal life #sketch

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slylock-syl · 5 years ago

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500 page milestone fun fact list! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Behind the Scenes: Chapter 2 - Renegade!

During the writing phase of this chapter, for the LONGEST time, even after I had completely written out the chapter, it was known as "THE PIRATE ONE", caps included.

Undyne's belt was actually a last minute decision! She was originally never going to have a belt, but when I was reviewing the chapter notes I felt a certain detail needed more attention. Since she was still a form of a "royal guardsman", I felt a sort of "sigil" or "badge" was needed as a requirement to prove her position as a royal officer, so I added the purple and gold commemorative belt, in honor of the late King.

I actually initially used Kah and Fi's "pirate" costume designs in a character design class that was taught by the same teacher that encouraged me to work on comics! We had to choose a story from a list and give it a twist as a direction for our projects. I chose Peter Pan, and twisted it to a pirate world, I used the Twins as a couple of the "Lost Kids". He thought the Twins themselves were adorable and that the outfits they wore looked like they stole them off a couple of dead guys X'D I still have the other 4 characters in my computer, haha.

Since this part is one of the largest of all the currently planned/written out chapters, I thought it would be a better idea to ramp up the production of pages for each update for a while, if I had stuck to two-three pages a week, it would've take MUCH longer to complete, it likely would've hit a whole YEAR…the first plan alone would've taken half a year!

The decision to have Alphys dead prior to the events shown in this chapter was another last minute decision. At first I was going to have her in the scene with Undyne at the bar in Grillby's, she was going to give Undyne a report of information she'd collected about the recent murders and disappearances. The problem was that was literally it, she only showed up ONCE, to give a report, and then was never even referenced to again, even for the remainder of the scene! Once I figured out that out, I thought it would be better to change that detail.

Alphys was killed by the Hacker in front of Undyne, she was one of the earlier 'puppet' experiments. This caused Undyne to forcibly (and unwillingly) activate "Undying" mode, but she kept it covered since then because she hated looking at it, she felt too much shame for letting the Hacker get away.

The Behind The Scenes idea started during the production of this chapter! ^_^

The reason as to why the second update of chapter two, the one with the MIA page, was because my birthday was that week and my friend decided to stay the night so we could play final Fantasy XV and Breath of the Wild. And once again I had left page production to the last minute (I even started early that week ;w;) and had to make the decision to cut the third page in order to update on-time ^_^; (Which also explains why the page quality for that block was teeeerible! Even for back then! Haha)

I had to sketch out an entire area map for this chapter because I didn't know where everything was in time and space. I assumed everything was conveniently in one long straight line of boardwalk, I soon realized this was a dumb assumption and fixed it.

Asgore's "God" form is based off of Asriel's Angel of Death form, I thought it would be a good idea to have them both have similar forms since they're father and son.

I had originally planned to draw out an entire song sequence for Mettaton's show as well as the entire interaction between Necros and Papyrus at Grillby's, I eventually realized this would be unnecessary to the plot and take up a lot of time.

The Virus code on Hacked!Chara's sweater can be decoded, though there is currently no full version displayed anywhere.

The "wing" pattern on the wall when the Hacker was stabbed was initially an accident. I was messing around with the brush and noticed it took shape. I then finished it up with intention, and meant for it to be interpreted as a "fallen angel".

#UnderSource #Behind the Scenes #Under/Source #I find these fun to look back on #I often forget what I've written and what my thought process was #it's like a 'scrap'book of scrapped concepts and random info!#personally I'm a huge nerd for behind the scenes stuff #idk how many of you actually care about this kind of stuff tho XD #either way it's here for those who do like it

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thesurielships · 5 years ago

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the perp

@acotarauweek, day 7: free au.

This is a police au that I hope will grow into a multichapter fic. But as I seem to suck at writing those, there will be no promises.

Ps: there is so much dialogue I legit had to look up “synonyms for say” hahaha

Word count: 1.7k

Part 2 | Masterlist

“So, ladies. How tall was this man?”

“I’d say… 6 feet?” Dora answered.

“He had to be at least 6’3”,” the woman at her right –Stella, Feyre read on her badge– corrected.

“He was just the right height for the perfect hug: his chin on the top of your head, your nose nuzzling the crook of his neck.”

Feyre gave Clover a weird look. It wasn’t every day that the victim swooned over the criminal. “How about his physique? Was he of average build? Lean? Overweight?”

“He looked like the kind of guy who could fuck you standing up with nothing but those muscled arms holding you,” Stella smirked.

Feyre choked on air. “So he was well built?”

“He looked like he worked out,” answered Dora, her primly folded hands in her lap a stark contrast to the glazed look in her employee’s eyes.

“Oh yes, he definitely does,” Stella sighed dreamily. “He probably has the stamina of a stallion.”

This time, Feyre chose to ignore the comment. “What color was his skin?”

“Brown,” “Olive,” “Caramel,” the three ladies answered at once, then started laughing at their different replies.

“I wouldn’t call his skin tone brown,” Clover said in a soft voice. “It makes it sound dull. His skin was shiny and seemed well moisturized. It was olive.”

“Caramel, I say,” Stella contradicted. “Exactly like The Morrigan’s skin. You know, the famous singer?”

Clover leaned forward to look at Stella. “The one who sang Girls like Girls like Boys?”

“The one who interrupted her conservative father mid-speech in his presidential campaign to come out of the closet?” asked Dora.

“Yes,” Stella nodded. “It was dope.”

“The song or the coming out?” Clover inquired.

“Both, of – ”

“Ladies,” Feyre interrupted, ignoring Stella’s glare. “Let’s focus on our perp, shall we?”

“Of course, officer,” Dora replied, her hands still firmly folded in her lap.

“So, our perp was tall, well built, with brown skin,” Feyre summarised, her pointed look warning the women against any frivolous interruption.

They nodded.

“What color was his hair?”

“Black,” Dora replied immedialtely.

“It gleamed blue in the sunlight,” Clover put in.

“I thought the perp broke into your shop at night?”

“Well, yes,” she conceded, her face flushing. “But it looked like it would glow blue in the sun.”

“I agree,” nodded Dora. “It had a blue tint that I would kill for,” she added in her monotone voice.

“Yas, girl,” interjected Stella. “I was so jealous. I would’ve given him all my money in exchange for his hair. And did you see his brows?”

“They were on fleek,” replied Clover.

“No way he doesn’t wax them,” affirmed Stella.

“I’d say he threads them,” said Dora.

Feyre jotted down groomed brows under tall man, muscles, brown (caramel) skin and black (gleams blue??? lol) hair.

“What about his eyes?”

The three women all seemed to zone out at the question.

“Ladies?”

“His eyes were like the night sky on the winter solstice, seen from my grandmother’s cottage in the countryside,” Clover said with a sigh.

“They were blue,” Dora clarified.

“Blue? More like deep violet, the color of my favorite vibrator,” Stella said in a sleazy voice, winking at Feyre.

Feyre frowned. She was honestly starting to feel a little sorry for this guy.

“Any other characteristic features? A special scar? A tattoo, maybe?”

“Yes! He did have a tattoo,” Dora replied.

“It peeked out the top of his shirt,” Stella said.

Clover nodded. “Black whorls that spanned the top of his chest. They looked like marks of an ancient language.”

“Okay. That will be all for the physical description. Now tell me about the break in.”

“We already told detective Tamlin all about it.”

Feyre shot Stella a sweet smile. “So you did. But I am the primary officer on this case, and detective Rosetool is on another case of his own, so I’m going to need you to answer some of my questions.”

“No problem, detective,” Dora said quickly, subtly pinching Stella’s side. It was not at all subtle as Stella almost jumped off her seat with a loud yelp.

Feyre and Dora paid her no heed.

“It happened yesterday. On Saturday, December 11th, to be precise. Correct?”

“Yes. We closed the shop at 9pm, like we always do, and stayed inside to clean up. At about 9:30, I heard a loud noise.”

“Something crashed in Dora’s office,” confirmed Clover.

“We immediately thought it was a thief who wanted to steal money from the safe. I keep weapons here – ”

Feyre lifted a brow.

“Nothing too lethal,” Dora reassured her, though Feyre didn’t miss the faint smirk pulling at the edge of her lips. “A few baseball bats, Tasers, pepper spray…”

“And a gun in Dora’s office,” added Clover, avoiding her employer’s glare.

“Anyway,” Dora went on. “We each grabbed a baseball bat, Stella took the Taser and Clover got the pepper spray –”

“You only had a baseball bat?”

“Of course not. I always have a knife strapped on my thigh at all times.”

Feyre suppressed a smile. “Naturally.”

She could just see her co-worker Amren nodding with approval. “What kind of woman doesn’t have an axe?” she had once asked her, and if that wasn’t Amren in a sentence, she didn’t know what was.

Dora’s chin rose slightly in defiance. Her hands were still folded in her lap. The woman’s stillness was unnerving.

“We ran into the office, screaming, hoping to scare the thief into a heart attack.”

This time, Feyre couldn’t stop her smile. “I suppose that tactic didn’t work for you?”

“Not one bit,” nodded Dora. “But he did drop my purse.”

“He was holding your purse?”

“Yes. Would you believe it? The safe was right there, wide open –”

Feyre was incredulous. “Why was the safe open?”

“Why would I close it? It’s in my office, and I always lock the door.”

“Of course,” the detective murmured, flabbergasted.

“He completely ignored the safe, and was instead looking through my purse.”

“Was there something valuable in it?”

“Aside from my mostly empty wallet, my chap stick, my car keys, my home keys, my safe keys, my dog house’s keys, my ex’s spare car keys –”

“Aside from the keys,” Feyre interrupted Dora’s monologue.

“my daughter’s bedroom keys,” Dora went on, “and my Swiss knife, nothing worth stealing.”

Feyre nodded, quickly scribbling all of the information down in her notebook. “What did he do when you caught him?”

“He said hello –”

“He didn’t say it, he purred it,” rectified Stella.

“He purred hello,” Dora amended, “and apologised for inconveniencing us. Then he jumped out the window.”

“And disappeared into the night, swallowed by the shadows,” Clover finished in a dramatic undertone.

“What did he take from your purse?”

“Nothing. I searched all of my office and nothing was missing.”

Feyre’s gut was starting to hum with anticipation, excitement buzzing through her at the prospect of an intriguing case. “Interesting. You gave your purse to forensics, right?”

“Yes, but you won’t find any fingerprints on it because he was wearing gloves.”

“Leather gloves,” Clover put in.

“Do you have any surveillance cameras in the shop?”

“Yes, but they were off.”

Feyre wanted to scream. “Why?”

“I’m camera shy,” mumbled Clover.

“They always get my bad side, for some reason,” Stella added.

“And I trust my customers and my employees,” finished Dora.

“Great,” Feyre said, standing up. “Thank you for your assistance, ladies.”

They nodded in response.

She looked at Dora. “Madam, I’ll keep you updated about the details of the case.”

“Thank you, detective,” she replied as she shook her hand.

***

Half an hour later found Feyre back in the precinct. She was practically giddy with excitement. Rare were the cases that required her to sketch a perp, but when it happened, it was always her favorite part of the investigation. Imagining the details of someone’s face based on multiple opinions was fun, because it wasn’t so much guessing as calculating the correct features to make a harmonious face. It was also very based on instinct and trial and error, as it could take her hours and multiple attempts to come up with a drawing that felt right. This perp, with his allegedly blue hair and violet eyes, would be a great challenge to tackle.

She got off the elevator, humming a crooked tune. She found Tamlin standing at her desk, hands planted on his hips, his expression stern. “Feyre, you’re late.”

Her mood soured. “It’s Detective Archeron to you, Rosetool.”

“Feyre, that’s enough. How much longer is this phase going to last? I already bought a house and it’s ready to welcome you as its mistress.”

“Tamlin,” her voice was quiet but full of venom as she had to repeat what she’d already told him multiple times since their break up three months earlier, “being in charge of a household does not interest me, especially not yours. And stop ambushing me in the precinct. I do not answer to you.”

He rolled his eyes. “Quit the charade, sweetheart. What else are you gonna do with your life? Be a cop?” he snorted dismissively.

Feyre’s anger flared. “I am a cop,” she said as she twisted his arm behind his back and slammed him against the wall near her desk. She pressed her gun at the base of his spine and whispered in his ear, “You would do well to remember that.”

She kept him there for a few delicious seconds; savoring how his pulse quickened against the fingertips she dug into his forearm.

When she let him go, he collapsed on the floor, hand on his heart as he struggled to catch his breath. His glare was a hot brand on her back as she sat at her desk and grabbed her sketchbook.

She didn’t spare him a glance as she said in a level voice, “Piss off, Rosetool. There is some police work I need to do. And next time, stay off my cases.”

How long it took him to leave, she would never know. She had already started drawing the mysterious man and she watched, enraptured, as stroke after stroke tendrils of darkness swirled around his feet and wings grew out of the shadows behind his back.

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soysaucevictim · 4 years ago

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Week 1-2 of new stuff... been catching up on schedule.

Mar. 20

I woke up after 1PM.

Spent a few hours on the usual and updating some logs (and getting somewhat exhausted), before doing exercise.

First, today’s DD. 40 single leg bridges with EC (20/20). Just about doable.

Second. Day 5 of the SOP. Arm day, Level 3, virtually no rest (only dropping to tally sets, un/clenching fists messed with my ability to hold set number onto my finger like i otherwise would.) Breezy, as expected.

Last, Day 5 of the RbP. Level 3, 1′ rest. The jumping jacks and re-watching “Embarrassing Phases“ did knock some of my funk out. I might have to re-incorporate some knee-conditioning stuff soon, though... :P

Spent rest of day on a lot of the usual stuff.

I went to bed a bit earlier than yesterday, but still in the red.

Mar. 21

I woke up up around 1PM and pretty much immediately got to doing exercise.

First, today’s DD. 60 back leg raises with EC (30/30). Did a balancing variety/approach. My hamstrings are happy about these showing up as DDs more lately.

Second. Day 6 of the SOP. Level 3, no rest. Arm/back stuff. I was able to keep tally with my fingers this time around. The targeted neck, shoulders, and back areas enjoyed the stretches/motions.

Last, Day 6 of the RbP. Level 3, max rest. Tendon strengthening day. Hips and knees felt the burn near the end. But I love how these feel so good after they’re completed. Those joints needed that TLC, imo. =w=

I then did some dishes and made today’s Hello Fresh Meal. Chicken sausage, spinach & chickpea soup. I rather enjoyed this one. Served it with an extra order of garlic bread. I like the various soup recipes in general. Because a lot of set/forgetting + not using as many dishes to make.

Spent rest of day on the usual stuff.

I went to bed a bit earlier than yesterday, but still in the red.

Mar. 22

I woke up around 9AM.

Took a shower and did the only exercise I managed to get around to today - the DD. 30 knee crunches with EC. Manageable - a bit of neck strain with this type of crunch, but nothing I couldn’t work through.

After watching a bit of YouTube, went out to my first therapy appointment in over a year. I - I really needed this. I think this therapist is a pretty nice person too, as far as first impressions go.

Got home, spent a good amount of time decompressing a bit. And getting excited over the polo shirts and neckties I ordered recently. I got a bit distracted and enjoyed learning how to pull off a half Windsor knot for the first time.

I got to bed around the same time as yesterday.

Mar. 23

I woke up after 11AM.

Spent a bit of time on YouTube, before getting to the grandparents’ place to do some laundry.

Gratefully we timed that so we could do so without grandpa’s presence (nobody wanted a repeat of the shit that happened in October). While there and waiting on the cycles to finish, I worked on writing some more (did have a bit of annoyance getting music software working again.

Got home, put away the laundry, did dishes, made an irritating and pointless phone call. Then spent time on the usual and again doing more writing to get me to chill out.

Later, decided I needed to play catch-up on my exercise today... which was pretty intense.

First, today’s DD. 2′ arm scissors with EC. I counted 202 reps by the end of it.

Second. Day 7 of the SOP. Level 3, no rest, no assist. Very manageable leg work, breezy as expected at current level of fitness.

Third. Day 8 of the SOP. Level 3, no rest, no drops. I could keep count of my sets with my fingers, this time. Did start to feel it in the last couple sets or so.

Foourth, Day 7 of the RbP. Level 3, 1′ rest. More arm stuff, definitely got to be a bit more intensive stacked on the previous arm exercises today. Might anticipate at least a little soreness in a few days, we’ll see.

Last, Day 8 of the RbP. Level 3, 1′ rest. Backwork - loads of bridges. Definitely felt like I was approaching failure by the end of the last set or two - just because it was such a focal muscle load (back, glutes, and quads especially). The fact the back muscles got a bit achy near the end makes me think I’ll be surprised if I DON’T achieve DOMS there. :,D

I went to bed a bit earlier than yesterday, but still in the red.

Mar. 24

I woke up around 11AM.

Went to Seeking Safety Group again. I’m kind of proud that despite being in a rush that morning, that I was able to manage getting into the Logan-esque look and replicating that knot. Got a few pleasant comments about it.

Got home and got going with my workout pretty much immediately.

First, today’s DD. 20 plank jump-ins with EC. Just about manageable work.

Second. Day 9 of the SOP. Level 3, no rest. Nice bit of balance work. Breezy and fun.

Third. Day 10 of the SOP. Level 3, no rest, no assist. Leg day. Very doable, wasn’t sure if I was going to double up again today to right my workout schedule faster. But this was easy enough for that.

Last, Day 9 of the RbP. Level 3, max rest. Got me pretty bushed - did all the hidden burpees for exercise transitions. Left ankle complained about the last set, but i still tried to mind my form.

After a bit of chatting... decided I was too tired and achy to function without a nap. When I got back up later that night, spent some time getting more writing done and whatnot, before getting back to bed again.

I went to bed a few hours later than yesterday, close to “obscenely late“ territory.

Mar. 25

I woke up after 11AM.

Spent time making some trip reservations, applying a hot compress, and doing dishes - before getting in more exercise.

First, today’s DD. 40 knee tap lunges with EC (20/20). Took a bit of focus to keep balance steady - but nothing unmanageable.

Second. Day 11 of the SOP. Level 3, no rest, no drops. Relatively breezy arm work.

Third, Day 10 of the RbP. Level 3, max rest. Ab work met with unpleasant neck strain from needing to hold head up for the flutter kicks and leg raise holds. Definitely savored the rest times for it.

Last, Day 11 of the RbP. Level 3, max rest. Leg work - squats. Manageable work. Noting too fancy or uncomfortable. Decided just to keep max rest time to take things a touch easier.

After that, made a self-portrait sketch and today’s Hello Fresh meal. Alpine mushroom & Swiss paninis. A pretty delicious meal, all told. Think I’m understanding how to pull off grilled sandwiches a bit more consistently - did rupture them a bit but didn’t burn them this time around. (Also following the care instructions for the cookware I ordered meant not cranking the burner up super high - made that a bit more manageable.)

After a few hours of the usual, I made some pain vent art, using Remus. Yeah.

I went to bed a couple hours earlier than yesterday, but still in the red.

Mar. 26

I woke up around noon.

Spent some time on the usual before getting in today’s exercise.

First, today’s DD. 20 tricep dips with EC (from “relaxed table” position.) This is a bit easier than from a chair/elevation. Took a bit of focus to try not to hit the ground to ensure more range of motion and engagement in the triceps. Did get to feeling it.

Second. Day 12 of the SOP. Level 3, no rest. Breezy, more flexibility-oriented workout sequence here. Always appreciate hip rotations (one-two punch of balance work and limbering up the hip joint.).

Last, Day 12 of the RbP. Level 3, max rest. I wasn’t totally sure if I was going to call it at Level 2, but happy I pushed for it today. Had to speed up my rate of reps and counts just to manage how long I was going to need to be holding plank time. It still took some digging in, kicked my ass, and a bit tough on the wrists. Oof.

Spent some time after that chatting and doing more writing for the night.

I went to bed a few hours later than yesterday, close to “obscenely late“ territory... again.

#adventures with fitness #adventures with hello fresh

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rickandmortysoulbound · 5 years ago

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Announcement (Comic Update/Life update?)

So for everyone who reads my Comic Rick and Morty Soulbound this post is for you XD

I have more than one problem right now and hopefully we can fix one of them today or it's going to be so hard to finish it.

First I'm currently (trying) to sketch the last chapter and epilogue of my comic so WOOP WOOP (let’s be super positive and optimistic and say SOON)

Second of all ... I'm in a creative down phase like art block which makes drawing the last chapter hard XD

Third point: my tablet is fucking around like never before. It draws lines even though I'm not really touching the surface of my tablet with the pen and it always changes from my sketching pen tool to the "moving the picture around" tool (sorry I don't know what that feature is called because I NEVER USE IT XD), which is SO DAMN ANNOYING and takes a lot of my time.

Last thing: I'm so super sorry you guys have to wait so long. I just really want to be finished with all the sketches first before I outline, color and upload again. I'm scared people lose interest or get sick of waiting or that all my readers are leaving the fandom entirely. I'm probably pushing myself way too much. On good days I manage to draw 2-3 pages but I always feel that’s not enough and then I have awful days when I only can finish 2 panels or nothing at all. I feel like that’s not enough but maybe I'm doing wonderful and I don't know because I can't tell if 2-3 pages a day are a good amount XD

Please be patient

have a preview picture

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #soulbound #Soulbond #fancomic #comic #sorry #wacom tablet problems #wacomtablet #clipstudio #S-152 #dimension #au

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clover-png · 5 years ago

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character quirks!

originally this was going to be a list of passive and active character quirks (ex. passive = loves history but knows nothing about it, active = well, everything on this list), but once i started it, i realized that’s not how it works?? all of your quirks and hobbies and loves and hates leave stains on your personality, even in the tiniest ways. so here’s a list of quirks that actively change your character, with simple explanations! and please remember, this is strictly for characters. it is, in one way or another, based in stereotype! and humans aren’t built around stereotype, you are not built around stereotype.

i don’t write about what I don’t know about, so almost all of this is taken directly from my own self or someone i know :]

only likes cold pizza/raw bagels/the off-brand version of a popular food - can indicate this character is a particular, detail-oriented person, and typically this type of person is not snobbish, but they are stubborn (if you’re looking for something similar to indicate the person is snobbish: they refuse to eat leftovers, wipe grease off their food, shuns fast-food restaurants)

homeschooled/grew up homeschooled - coming directly from a homeschooler, we get a bad rep! not all homeschoolers are antisocial, extremely religious or have old-fashioned views on society. that being said, homeschoolers tend to act more like their parents and siblings than other kids do, and that’s where those stereotypes tend to stem from. while many homeschoolers are very sociable, it’s common for them to still be more reserved and a little more socially inept than other kids, just from lack of practice. homeschoolers also tend have a strong sense of loneliness, even if they have lots of friends/have graduated, that feeling will stick.

walks along the curb of the street, swinging one foot in front of the other - turning something as minuscule as walking along the side of a road into a silent game shows that they are in their mind a lot, they live in their imaginations. showing them walking normally can indicate that something’s wrong. traits that match with this quirk but aren’t necessary: quiet, optimistic

hates wearing hats/skirts/tights/etc. - a person that hates hats/skirts/tights/whatever is very much comfort before fashion. they’ll tend to not wear fully matching or fitting clothing and this can stem from a fear of change. if someone who openly dislikes wearing hats comes into the room in a beret, it’s change (yes, it can be as small as that. trust me, it took me 2 years to work up the courage to wear a non-formal dress in front of my family.)

always tapping their foot/bobbing their head/patting their leg - this means someone is more musically inclined than others, and it’s almost always subconscious. they probably play multiple instruments, and come from a family of musicians/music-lovers. close friends/family might make fun of them for dancing all the time, or someone might get frustrated when they won’t stop doing it during a serious moment

zones out easily/can stare at nothing for hours - similar to the person walking on the curb, a character that tends to zone out on nothing for long periods of time is probably daydreaming about the other lives they could lead. they might feel like they’re stuck with the hand they got dealt in life. when things go wrong, they’ll probably get as far away from every person as possible and fantasize about running away and starting it all over. they don’t have to be loners, but they’ll typically feel isolated and different from their friends, maybe not as invested in their friendship as the other person is.

having stuffed animals - a character, especially outside of young childhood, having stuffed animals can be a sign of their loneliness, the manufactured hug of a friend or soft fur of a pet when they don’t have the real thing nearby. a character with stuffed animals might be more empathetic and sensitive than others, getting upset if someone makes fun of them for it or holding extra tight onto one that fell or got damaged somehow. they also might have childlike fears or simply be more fearful than most, and the stuffed animals might be a sanctuary for them

draws slight attention to themselves in public (listens to music without earbuds, does things that could be done inside [painting, reading, stuff like that] outside, asks a stranger a question to prove their point in a conversation, wears bold clothes, talks loudly, etc.) - while it’s possible for these to just be seen as obnoxious/extroverted quirks, on a deeper level they can imply the character wants something to happen. they want to be seen by strangers. maybe they consume a lot of entertainment (books, tv, movies) and they subconsciously set up their life to be met with question, then a greeting, then a friendship, constantly giving “The One” a chance to appear.

hates jewelry - fear of being trapped. a necklace feels like being choked, a bracelet feels like being chained down, a ring feels like circulation is cut off, but also take it in a figurative way. by accepting the jewelry, an expensive gift, they’re accepting that someone cares about them/they’re accepting that they have to wear it enough to make up for the cost. it sounds dumb i know but i can tell you from experience this is a very real thing

puts off work to the last second/procrastinates - i’ve really grown to hate that word. they grew up smart, or with an easy workload, and now they refuse to adjust to the updated workload. this one is short but there’s about a million posts on procrastination, and i’m sure there’s a more in-depth one than i could ever do! some ideas for prompts for this quirk is running out of time on something important, someone getting mad at the character for leaving the work until the last minute when they need them, being overworked, having a stress-induced meltdown and a love interest/forming friendship offers to help

goes through phases rapidly - based on what kind of phases they are, this could show unrest at home for a secondary character. one day they go to MC’s house wearing florals smelling like fabric softener, soft rock music wafting through the air from their cheap earbuds. they’re making clever jokes and urging MC to go on a walk in nature with them. next week, they show up wearing a ragged, wrinkled black t-shirt and they have bags under their eyes, looking like they haven’t showered in five days. they’re being insensitive with their sarcastic cracks and impatient with MC’s reactions, maybe even admitting they didn’t know why they showed up in the first place. obviously that’s a dramatic juxtaposition, but just an idea.

a gentle vandal (carving their initials into old wood, drawing/writing in textbooks, letters to no one put in cheap bottles and thrown into the ocean, underlining passages in books, so on and so forth) - fear of being forgotten, a good romantic partner/close friend of this character would be someone who reminds them they’re not alone in the universe.

never paints their nails/does their hair/wears extravagant clothes - fear of being seen as “different,” doesn’t want to be noticed by people. probably was bullied when they were young, or they have a family with a Reputation™ to uphold

struggles to accept compliments - a character that struggles with compliments, and basically any positive attention on themselves, would have low self-esteem to begin with. they probably didn’t grow up being seen as “pretty,” or someone made them feel ugly when they were young, regardless of whether it was true or not (example: Cinderella)

tips restaurant employees/delivery people way above the average/gives big gifts for small celebrations - this could mean they grew up in a upper class/upper middle class household and feels guilty for it, or that they grew up in a lower class/working class household and know what it feels like not to get gifts/have extra money. either way, it can give you insight to a character’s past without too much exposition, just a simple line of dialogue after an action.

always has at least one band-aid on somewhere - this can show that a character is careless with themselves, or maybe that they have a very active mind and force their body to match it (running to write something down and tripping, getting excited about seeing something pretty to sketch in nature and getting scratched by thorns as they tried to reach it as fast as they could, etc.)

wears vintage clothes and/or watches old movies - in the most accurate sense, i think, a character who enjoys these types of things would likely have an old soul, they probably think life should be more exciting than it is, and they’re dissatisfied with the current state of humanity (this doesn’t mean that they have to have an old-fashioned mindset! i wear vintage clothes and one of my favorite movies is meet me in st. louis, but i’m still VERY glad we don’t live like they did. not everything that makes logical sense in life can be drawn together with a bow on top)

i hope this didn’t come off too preachy or anything? i mean, i don’t know shit, i just like writing and characters that make sense, and i feel like i see a lot of character flaw lists that are very.. generalized, and not everything works for every character! obviously you’re free to use any of these, but if you’d like to show me how you used them in your story i’d love to see it!!! feel free to message me any time!

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