#another tiny doodle on a tiny canvas

[tragedy-machine]

Charles required so much cuddling as an apology. No, they’re not dating yet.

[noideabutsims]

Donut Co.'s Sidewalk Chalk Creations P.2

Simmers, Get Ready for Round Two of Sidewalk Shenanigans!

Donut Co. is back with another Simblreen surprise, and this time, we're doubling down on the chalk-tastic fun! We're proud to be part of Simblreen this year, bringing a touch of playful creativity to your spooky celebrations.

Donut Co.'s Sidewalk Chalk Creations P.2 is here, bringing even more fun and creativity to your Sims' world. This jam-packed expansion features 60 fresh designs, perfect for unleashing the inner artist in Sims of all ages!

From the tiniest toddlers scribbling their first masterpieces to masterful teens crafting intricate designs, there's a chalk creation here for everyone. Watch your little Sims giggle with glee as they create colorful hopscotch grids and jump rope rhymes, while their older siblings design elaborate castles and underwater worlds. And who can resist the charm of a wobbly rainbow or a lopsided smiley face drawn by your Sim's littlest artist?

With vibrant colors, playful themes, and endless possibilities for imaginative play, Donut Co.'s Sidewalk Chalk Creations P.2 will transform your Sims' sidewalks into a canvas for self-expression and pure joy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A Tiny Hiccup for working hopscotch items...

We're trying to make the hopscotch swatches compatible with the "Growing Together" hopscotch functional items, but for now, they're purely decorative. If i can find a workaround, it'll be posted ASAP. But hey, who needs frustration when you have imagination? Let your Sims create their own games and challenges with these vibrant sidewalk doodles!

So, grab your chalk and let your Sims' creativity run wild! Donut Co.'s Sidewalk Chalk Creations P.2 is here to transform your Sims' sidewalks into a vibrant celebration of childhood joy and imagination. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Most images have my reshade on*** In game images that are more blue are NO reshade. You can find images for this project with no reshade on the curseforge, or patreon. If you are interested in my reshade you can find it here: https://www.tumblr.com/noideabutsims/763209634729345024/remember-those-days-reshade-preset-guess-what?source=share ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Has 60 swatches New mesh If you cannot see all the swatches, place it down and then change the color swatch!

All of our CC can be found by typing " Donut " into the search bar! Name: Donut Co.'s Sidewalk Chalk Creations P.2 Buy Mode Description: The chalk-tastic fun continues with Donut Co.'s Sidewalk Chalk Creations P.2! This vibrant collection adds 60 new doodles to your Sims' sidewalk repertoire. From playful hopscotch grids and quirky characters to whimsical scenes and dazzling rainbows, these chalk creations are bursting with personality. Let your Sims' imaginations run wild and transform their sidewalks into a colorful canvas of creativity! Will be releasing more content soon! stay tuned! ❤️ (NOT affiliated with EA or Maxis in any way! We just make CC!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DOWNLOAD: Curseforge: https://legacy.curseforge.com/sims4/build-buy/donut-co-s-sidewalk-chalk-creations-p-2 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/114281443 Google Drive: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1i_FR2944HIQcYez5sXY8hbmXiTjZpNVe/view?usp=sharing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Due to financial issues and our promise of never paywalling our content; We have to ask that you guys download on our curseforge if you are willing and able. Just using their site to download makes us be able to have at least a small income that helps us when things get tough - however no matter where you download; we genuinely appreciate every download regardless!! If you can, you can find our curseforge here!: https://legacy.curseforge.com/members/the_lady_gaia/projects

@alwaysfreecc

[nateezfics]

you know how Hongjoong likes to take photos? dresses you up in lace and silk, sits you down on his dick and takes polaroid of you absolutely cock drunk as he fucks you, another photo of your lips etched in red lipstick around the head of his cock, another of your chest splattered in his come to show he’s claimed you, the same red lipstick being used so that he can write all over you, another of his name written above your heart on your chest to feed his possessive side, another of his cock resting against your stomach so he can see just how deep he can reach inside you. debauchery.

we love debauchery here, yes we do!

ok, so, this is immensely hot and i’ve been slow to respond to this simply because my brain shuts down every time i read this. like, i can’t form coherent thoughts. so the best way i can go about this is to break it down lol. there’s a lot to take in (heheh;))

hongjoong has a whole portfolio of you in various states of undoing. he would dress you up in lingerie in his favorite colors, he’d also just leave you completely bare because he loves to see you fully exposed to him, but he’d also dress you up in his fav pieces from balmain (whether it’s pieces he got specifically for you or his own balmain garments). and then, just photographs you taking his dick, capturing the way your body goes limp and pliable for him. he loves to save the pictures of you being the best little cockslut for him, those are very dear to him.

hongjoong likes to put the red lipstick on for you. he sits you on his lap, maybe even while he’s in you, and gently colors your lips with the red pigment. pushes you to your knees and watches the way your red lips wrap around his cock (he specifically gets lipstick he knows will smudge, just to see the way his cock turns red from it). he’d love to see how messy the lipstick gets, knowing he’s the one who ruined it (and you). these pictures of your messy red lips around his cock are sinful, and he revisits them often!

the artist in him takes over when he lays you down and begins drawing on your skin with the lipstick. he’ll make your body his canvas, doodling designs all over you, highlighting every part of you he adores (which is all of you). opens your thighs and writes “mine” on your thighs, with arrows pointing to your pretty pussy. definitely writes obscene words like “cockslut” and “pretty whore” and “cum dump” all over you. shushes you when you squirm, and will even finger you with his free hand to placate you while he continues drawing on you. snaps a pic of everything he drew on you.

his absolute fav pics of you are the ones he takes of you with his fresh cum on your chest, dripping between your breasts. his possessive side eats this up. loves to claim you like this, because you’re his and the pictures of you being the prettiest little cum dumpster for him prove that. he has a soft spot for taking pictures of his cum leaking from your cunt. he almost cums again at the sight.

snaps photos of his dick resting on your lower abdomen, absolutely in awe that you manage to take him in full. hongjoong praises you for how good you take him, saying shit like “this tiny pussy takes my cock so good”, “this pussy loves to gorge itself on my cock, yeah?”, “no matter how many times i stretch you out with my cock, your pussy always stays so tight for me”, and “you were made for my cock, baby”.

[tinytinyblogs]

A kiss from you would be nice

They successfully achieved their goal of receiving a kiss from you.

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Hongjoong

The shrill ring of the doorbell sliced through the air like a playful melody, snapping you out of the warm bubble you'd created with Seonghwa. With a smile still lingering on your lips, you hurried to the door, eager to see who stood on the other side. Twisting the doorknob, the outside world flooded in, revealing a grinning Hongjoong with a bouquet of sunflowers that rivaled the summer sun in brilliance. His smile widened upon seeing you, a genuine beam that crinkled the corners of his eyes. You mirrored his expression, your heart swelling with happiness at the unexpected visit. "Hey!" you exclaimed, stepping aside to usher him in. He sauntered past, his arms laden with more than just flowers. A large paper bag peeked out from his grip, overflowing with promise. You followed him inside, curiosity bubbling over. He made a beeline for the table, dropping the bag with a dramatic flourish that mirrored his playful personality. You plopped down beside him, anticipation tingling in your fingertips. "What's all this?" you asked, leaning in for a closer look. Hongjoong grinned, then slowly unraveled the package, revealing a treasure trove of delights. There was the jacket you'd admired in a tiny boutique, the one covered in whimsical sketches he'd claimed to have doodled on rainy days. Nestled beside it were the adorable plushies you'd squealed over on display, their fluffy faces mirroring your own surprise.

"It's your birthday present!" he declared, his voice ringing with excitement. "I didn't know what to get you, so I got you everything!" A laugh bubbled up from your chest, warming your cheeks. His gaze clung to you like stardust to a midnight sky, each flicker of your smile catching the light in his eyes and setting his heart ablaze. It was a smile he craved, a rare bloom in the desert of his days, and to see it blossom across your face was a treasure beyond compare. The curve of your lips, the soft dimple that danced in your cheek – these were his constellations, guiding him through the vast unknown. "Hongjoong, you really didn't have to go to all this trouble!" you protested, even as your fingers trailed over the soft fabric of the jacket. "But I wanted to!" he insisted, sitting closer to you, his knee brushing yours in a subtle gesture. His cologne became a tangible melody around you, weaving through the air and wrapping you in its warm embrace. It was a scent of wood and spice, of sunshine and laughter, an olfactory portrait of the man himself. Its intensity mirrored the way his gaze held yours, an unwavering presence that felt like a blessing on your face. His figure, usually shrouded in an aura of nonchalance, seemed magnified. The angles of his jawline chiseled by unseen light, the slope of his shoulders a canvas for cascading moonlight. He carried himself with the grace of a dancer, each movement deliberate and captivating. Yet, amidst this breathtaking portrait, an unexpected warmth flickered in his eyes.

Your lips stretched into a little smile, mirroring the sunshine spilling from Hongjoong's eyes. His happiness was infectious, a golden bloom radiating outwards, warming the room despite the autumn chill. You tilted your head, curiosity dancing in your eyes. "What's now, Hongjoong?" you teased, your voice laced with playful anticipation. He grinned, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "Ah, but this, darling, is the finale," he declared, his voice rich with unspoken promises. "The grand curtain call, the pièce de résistance!"he said. "Another gift?" you exclaimed, your brows raised in mock disbelief. He chuckled, a low rumble that tickled your stomach. "But not just any gift," he clarified, his eyes holding yours with a newfound intensity. "This, my love, is the most precious one of all." Before you could blink, his lips descended upon yours, soft and warm like a summer breeze. The kiss was a whispered promise, a silent explosion of fireworks painting the night sky behind your closed eyelids. Time slipped away, becoming a tangled ribbon lost in the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. This, this was a first kiss like no other, a meeting of souls under the soft glow of candlelight, a whisper of forever stolen in the space between breaths. He finally pulled away, his eyes smoldering with an affection that made your heart skip a beat. "It's me," he breathed, his voice raw with emotion. "The last gift, the most important one."

Seonghwa

Seonghwa hummed a gentle melody, the notes swirling around the room like autumn leaves dancing in the breeze. It reached your ears, pulling you into the warmth of the kitchen where he stood, a picture of domesticity. He'd declared earlier that he wanted to cook for you both, to spend the rest of the day wrapped in each other's company, and the aroma of sizzling garlic and spices already hinted at the deliciousness to come. Drawn by the music and the promise of food, you tiptoed closer, a smile playing on your lips. Standing behind him, you stretched up on your tiptoes, peering over his shoulder to see the culinary magic he was weaving. "Need a hand, chef?" you teased, your voice tinged with amusement. Seonghwa glanced over his shoulder, his eyes crinkling at the corners with warmth. "No, it's all under control, darling," he assured you, his voice a silken caress. The "really?" that escaped your lips was almost inaudible, a sigh of contentment more than a question. You rested your head on his arm, your cheek finding a haven in the crook of his elbow. The world shrunk to the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his movements, and the whisper of his laughter as he turned on you fully. "Why the long face, love?" he chuckled, pulling you into a warm embrace. His hands settled on your back, grounding you against him. "Feeling bored already?" You nodded, your face buried in the comforting expanse of his chest. "Maybe just a little," you mumbled, your voice muffled by his shirt.

"Hmm," he hummed, the sound vibrating through you like a lullaby. "Then stay right here," he whispered, his lips close to your ear. "The food will be ready soon, and then we can snuggle up on the couch and watch every terrible movie we can find. How does that sound?" The pout on your face was as adorable as a kitten's, pulling at Seonghwa's heartstrings and making him chuckle. He reached up, his large hand dwarfing your cheek as he cupped it softly. The warmth of his touch seemed to radiate inwards, melting away your little frown. His eyes, those beautiful pools of melted chocolate, held yours for a moment, a silent conversation playing out between their depths. Then, with a slow, deliberate lean, he closed the distance between your lips. The world narrowed to the space where your breaths mingled, the taste of him sweet and intoxicating. The kiss was like a slow burn, starting as a gentle brush of lips, then igniting into a smoldering ember that spread through you. His hand on your cheek deepened, tracing the curve of your jaw with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the feel of his solid form an anchor in the swirling current of sensation. He tasted of sunshine and spices, of laughter and promises whispered in the twilight. His tongue danced with yours, a playful duet echoing the melody that still hummed in the air. Each touch, each breath, was a whispered affirmation of everything unspoken, a story written in the language of desire.

His breath fanned against your lips as he pulled away, leaving behind a trail of fire and unspoken promises. A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he cupped your cheek with his hand, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "Cute," he whispered, the word echoing with a possessive tenderness in the quiet kitchen. "You're so damn cute, I can't even focus on cooking anymore." He glanced back at the stove, the pot of simmering sauce bubbling gently as if in agreement. With a decisive click, he turned off the heat, his attention fully back on you. "If you didn't stop being so adorable," he continued, his gaze holding yours captive, "I think I'd just keep kissing you until the kitchen caught fire." His hand reached out, finding yours like a magnet drawn to its opposite pole. With a gentle tug, he pulled you into another hug, his strong arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. He swayed you slowly from side to side, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "Just… stay like this," he murmured, his voice muffled against your hair. "Let me hold you, let me be close to you for just a little while. Then, we'll eat, we'll watch movies, we'll do whatever you want… as long as you promise to keep being this ridiculously cute." His words, each one laced with affection, sent shivers down your spine. You nestled closer, his warmth seeping into your bones like sunshine on a cold day. In that moment, surrounded by the scent of spices and the melody of his laughter, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just you and him, two souls intertwined in a dance of unspoken promises and stolen moments.

Yunho

Your knuckles turned white as you clutched Yunho's hand, a plastered smile stretching across your face. His fingers rested comfortably on your waist, a stark contrast to the jitters in your stomach. You'd successfully cajoled your friend into playing pretend boyfriend for the evening, proving to the gossips that 'Loner (Y/N)' was a thing of the past. But Yunho's performance seemed too genuine, too familiar. Had he always played out imaginary scenarios where you were his, where these stolen touches were more than just a charade? Every brush of his palm against yours sent a shockwave through you, making your heart threaten to leap out of your chest. Even his casual hold tightened a knot in your throat. You snuck a look at your phone screen, a silent signal that it was time to escape the prying eyes at the friendly gathering. Yunho understood instantly, his goodbye smiles as easy as yours were forced. As you walked, his hand lingered on your back like a brand, refusing to relinquish its hold. "Thanks," you breathed, attempting to turn your body and face him, but he mirrored your movement, creating an unexpected intimacy. "At least they'll stop pushing blind dates and 'fix-its' on me now." Your eyes locked, the air around you charged. The space between you, once comfortable, now felt electric. "Your hand," you stammered, "You can let go now." Yunho hummed, his gaze tracing the path of his fingers on your wrist, then meeting yours with a slow, enigmatic smile.

"I find it comfortable," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent goosebumps dancing across your skin. "So, maybe we can just... keep it like this for a while longer, hmm?" His eyes, usually brimming with mischievous laughter, were suddenly serious, holding yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. They glittered, not with amusement, but with something much deeper, something that sent a tremor through your entire being. You cleared your throat, the playful question dying on your lips. "What's wrong with you, huh?" you asked, hoping the light tone would mask the fluttering in your stomach. He didn't respond at first, just stared at you with an unnervingly earnest gaze. Then, he hesitantly reached out, his fingers brushing against yours in a whisper of a touch. Instead of pulling away as you expected, he surprised you by intertwining his fingers with yours, linking them together in a way that felt strangely intimate. "Being your fake boyfriend," he began, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine, "made me realize a few things." He paused, the silence stretching between you, thick with unspoken emotions. You could feel his thumb gently tracing circles on your cheek, its warmth branding your skin, rendering you speechless. Then, he spoke again, his voice softer now, almost a confession. "All this time," he breathed, "I've dreamt of being your real boyfriend. Imagining holding you close, claiming you as mine, just like I did today." His words resonated through you, each syllable echoing in the chambers of your heart. His other hand found your chin, tilting your face up towards his, drawing you closer, closer still.

The distance between your lips shrank, the air crackling with electricity. This wasn't the practiced kiss you'd imagined for your fake relationship, there was no performance, no pretense. This was raw, honest, and terrifyingly real. He was here, professing his true feelings, blurring the lines between reality and your secret desires. Every fiber of your being yearned to meet him halfway, to surrender to the promise of his lips on yours. The spark from his kiss lingered on your lips, a phantom fire dancing across your skin. You pulled away slowly, your heart thrumming like a hummingbird trapped in your chest. His eyes, still smoldering with unspoken desire, held yours captive in that impossibly close space. "That's..." he began, his voice a husky murmur, barely louder than the frantic echo of your own pulse. A subtle smile softened his features, catching on the edge of his lips as his gaze flickered to the blush blooming across your cheek. It was a sight he swore could paint constellations across the night sky, a whisper of a vulnerability that made his own heart skip a beat. "That's what I've always wanted to do," he whispered, his breath warm against your cheek, a feather of promise tracing the contours of your ear. Each word was a brushstroke across your soul, painting a future you'd once only dared to dream of. Your senses swam; the scent of his cologne, the heat of his hand still lingering on your chin, the taste of his kiss lingering on your lips - everything conspired to pull you deeper into his orbit. "So," he murmured, his voice laced with anticipation, "why don't we make it real? Why don't we be together, not just pretend?"

Yeosang

The downpour outside was a symphony of percussion against the café windows, each raindrop a drumbeat on the glass pane. You sat nestled in the worn leather booth, gaze drawn away from the swirling steam of your hot chocolate and towards the blurred grey world beyond. Kang Yeosang occupied the seat beside you, the familiar warmth of his presence radiating like a tiny sun against the chill of the storm. Despite the shiver that danced down your spine, Yeosang's company was a soothing balm. Each conversation felt like a brushstroke, building a vibrant tapestry of your shared past. His voice, usually a playful lilt, softened to a contemplative murmur as he spoke, "The rain, trapped here with just each other...it's like being back in university." You hummed in agreement, memories flooding back with the evocative scent of wet pavement and damp coffee grounds. You could almost feel the clammy press of textbooks against your thigh, the nervous tremor in your fingers as you fidgeted with a pen, stolen glances at Yeosang across the crowded library table. It was then, amidst the whispered discussions and rustling papers, that your heart first learned to tap out a frantic rhythm against your ribs, an inexplicable melody dedicated solely to him. Yeosang chuckled, a soft sound that melted into the hiss of the rain. "Remember that time we got caught in the downpour after class? Stuck in this very café, talking until the sun peeked through the clouds." His words were a whispered key, unlocking a treasure chest of shared smiles, hushed jokes, and unspoken feelings.

You saw it again, your younger self with cheeks flushed pink and eyes filled with a dawning awareness. Every stolen glance, every whispered exchange, felt like a whispered confession, leaving your heart hammering a wild tattoo against your ribs. He paused, tilting his head towards the drumming rain. "You were so cute that day, you know? Just like you always are." The vast cafe became a forgotten canvas as the storm outside waged its war against the windows. Rain, the sole audience, pelted the glass in a relentless rhythm, a silver curtain isolating you and Kang Yeosang in your own intimate world. No other soul dared venture into this downpour, leaving you two adrift in a sea of shared memories and quiet anticipation. His question, soft as falling rain, broke the silence. "Do you remember it?" Yeosang turned, his smile a beacon in the dimly lit cafe. It was a perfect smile, one etched in your mind alongside the memory he was about to evoke. You nodded, the echo of that day forever resonating within you. "Me too," he murmured, fingers nervously tracing circles on the table, a warmth radiating from them despite the storm's chill. "I remember it too," he whispered, his voice a delicate thread woven through the rain's insistent drumming. It was faint, almost swallowed by the downpour, yet every syllable resonated deep within you. "It's etched in my soul," he continued, his gaze locking with yours, "because I always wanted to..." He seemed to be searching for words, for a way to bridge the gulf of years and unspoken yearning.

Then, leaning closer, his voice became a conspiratorial whisper against the drumbeat of the rain. The world narrowed to the space between your breaths, the air thick with unspoken truths. His lips met yours, soft and tentative at first, then deepening as the dam of unspoken desires finally broke. The rain, which had been a persistent thrum in the background, faded into a distant echo, replaced by the frantic symphony of your heart. Pulling away, his eyes smoldered with an intensity that mirrored the storm outside. "I really wanted to kiss you just like that," he confessed, his voice rough with barely contained emotion. The words, whispered but heavy with meaning, hung in the air like raindrops clinging to leaves. His gaze held you captive, an intense emerald beacon in the rain-kissed cafe. The storm outside drummed a frantic rhythm, but it was the thunder in his eyes that made your breath hitch. Inches separated you, his breath warm against your cheek, and you felt rooted in place, a fragile flower under the scrutiny of the sun. The memory tugged at the corners of your mind, a whisper from your university days now blossoming into a vibrant truth. That shared gaze, that stolen moment in the sun-drenched library, it wasn't just a silly crush story, a whispered hope lost in the cacophony of student life. It was real, a seed that had taken root in both of your hearts, growing silently but steadily through the years. His voice, when it finally broke the spell, was a husky murmur, like a secret shared in the quiet hush of a confession booth. "I always wanted to tell you after that," he admitted, his eyes searching yours with the intensity of a thousand untold stories. "Always wanted to tell you that I like you, so much more than words can say."

©Tinytinyblogs

[pinemartenstudios]

"Bares, qué lugares tan gratos para conversar. No hay como el calor del amor en un bar"

I've been working on this one for very long. I've started this canvas on February 20th, but the first actual concept for this illustration goes back to 2021, to my extremely early fandom days.

When I read Hollyberry's loading screen fact I doodled her trying to beat her glass record in Sparkling's bar, while Herb and Vamp were cheering on her and Mint Choco was playing some sick violin tunes. I proposed myself to finish that sketch one day... and I never did xd. That didn't mean I didn't forget about that doodle. The game kept evolving.

More little facts were introduced. And the bar from that tiny illustration started growing. Herb was revealed to be able to play de piano in a First Anniversary illustration, and I didn't want Mint Choco to play his violin all alone, so no they're playing music together u.u. And Cocoa went to hear Mint Choco play, of course.

Wildberry became real, so he came cuz Hollyberry dragged him. He went to the corner all alone cuz he's a bit overwhelmed by the ambient. Rye usually hits bars and orders stuff, so I thought she would be here too, probably thinking about how could she get new hints on catching Chili Pepper.

Caviar and Candy Diver are celebrating another day of hard work, and finally we have Royal Margarine, singing. And what is he singing? The song that ended helping me develop the ambient for the scene: "Al calor del amor en un bar", of Gabinete Caligari. The lyrics of the song really suit his character :0.

I wanted to challenge myself with this one. I wanted to create a scene with a lot of different characters all at once, without overwhelming the space and making everyone perfectly noticeable. And I included 11. This was pretty enjoyable to draw, both the process and the final result have been worth the time. Hope you like this one!

BTW: Here's the song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUNVmH2ukwY&ab_channel=GabineteCaligari-Topic

[couch-house]

2023 baybeeeee. havent done an art summary in a while since i basically stopped drawing early 2020 and didn't get back on the horse until mid-2022 (i wonder... what could have caused that!) i dont feel like my art has really changed this year, only in the ways that I draw specific sonic characters (looking through my archive is fun bc i can see the progression of the diseases known as Giving Them Big Eyebrows and Drawing The Monoeye) and--more exciting 4 me--my practice with paneling comics! :)

i think the progression is much more noticeably when you line it up with last year's sonic art... i can see all the Milestones.. more talking abt that under the cut

May: couch gets into sonic. June: Yucky Sonic 1.0. this was also the month when i Heard Of fleetway super. July: couch comes back from brazil, having read stc. this is also when i start dong actual short comics. compare may -> june -> july. (also please forgive whatever tf i was doing with skintones. i needed some practice)

august: merger au takes shape. dog invented. also i just really like that speed racer sonic mspaint picture. its fun :) september: deep in the fleet mines. october: i lose a lot of steam and mostly just doodle. another comic comparison for those three months:

november: frontiers comes out. i go crazy mode and make that sonic + knuckles comic with the pretty backgrounds and LOTS OF TINY TEXT. december: winter break AND im tired. january 2023 i come back insane crazy mode and write some fanfiction?? still havent finished that LOL. made some nice cover art :) february: i shift into knuckles mode fora month. make another comic. this one is much better i think :) november -> february

march: i shift into transfem metal sonic mode. also just stick to a lot of doodling. also write more fanfiction. crazy. april: transitory period as i shift back into stc/exit: sonic mode. may: more fanfiction. more comics. i really like how both of these turned out :) while the last two were definitely taking a lot more notes from stc, i think around here i start paying attention to and trying to learn from more creative panelling from artists i admire. like @/superemeralds THOAM and @/starrjoy's pandora au.

june: i play sa2 and it's good. july: i play unleashed and it is both miserable and good. i get in kind of an artistic frustration zone and wiggle my way out. august: idk i think im just chillin. super react dot jpeg happens. it's not even named that, it's named after the other image on the canvas, which was maria holding baby shadow. more comics.

september: i burn out for a bit. get real tired. eventually get back up and make more comics. the goal here and last month has become "try to make more interesting panel shapes. I've noticed other artists don't just use rectangles--try playing with irregular polygons and see where it gets you." well it gets you mixed results as you learn :) also i think after that pause i accept the monoeye into my life. sigh...

october: oc showdown starts and @/neurotypical-sonic asks me to make some halloweeny art :) feels like i dont do much this month bc i focus on those. november: A LOT OF ART?? INSANE. more oc showdown stuff. i play shadow the hedgehog (2005). it's good and i love it. i draw a ton of shit on one canvas for it. Fucking Dember: i have shifted back into stc/EXIT mode. motivation's a little weird bc work's a little weird. doing commissions also makes it weird. well im having fun and being myself :) a final handful of comics from this month:

idk maybe ill do something sicko crazy b4 the end of the year. mayb i'll follow exit sonic's example and #GetWorse. who knows :) well this is fun i love looking at my art and seeing and noticing things. thank u all for your support and I hope we all have a great 2024!

[poscariastri]

hi, previous anon back - I'm so glad I could make your day!!! I've been chewing on that art for the better part of a week now and decided you should know how much I love it :]

lowkey I'm mildly scared to drop a dm given the fact that like. I don't have an f1 blog or sideblog and I don't really intend on making one rn haha (most of what I know of f1 is against my will and I've imprinted on lance LOL)

oooo piastroll is also good! I've always called it osclance in my head haha but I think your idea flows better - and YES their numbers are so good together <3 reverses and nines and squares and all that, man they have such nice numbers...

I have. never seen that nando jesus pic. I'm saving it rn that's amazing. something something, jesus rose on the third day, nando came back to f1 after three years, wonderful parallels there... and the aston martin wings... oh I am DEEPLY abnormal about those wings...!!! awww teeny tiny mini nando jesus on the globe (I think) being all radiant <3

oh I LOVE those concept sketches... oscar wants another home race... the fisheye perspective is really good and I love it sm! and lance's stupid facial hair (beloved) and that panel with the two of them like in a romcom meet-cute where oscar Knows His Next Move and lance very much Does Not... and then the next one with PASTOR NANDO I AM CRYING. THAT MAN SEEMS LIKE HE'S EXCITED TO MARRY OFF HIS YOUNG PADAWAN LMAOOOO (he probably threatened oscar at least five times that if he finds lance crying it's on sight) (but also would take shots with both of them at the reception)

and yes I'll 100% accept rent in the form of more oscar and lancey (though obviously you don't have to if you're not feeling it!)

HI anon! thank you again im so glad you enjoy that silly art so much! you ofc dont have to DM if u dont want to no pressure (saluting face emoji (im on pc))

as a tribute to you and your wonderful askbox rambles i came up with another doodle! not as much effort in this one but i thought of it at 3 am and immediately had to draw it (i. did not get a lot of sleep) hope you like it!

theyre badly cropped bc again im on pc and tumblr pc hates me (its mutual) and somehow i never manage to draw in the right size for the canvas lmaoo but here TAKE IT AND RUN!!

[noodleblade]

Can I ask for 17. noticing their individual quirks from the blossoming romance prompt list with Simpatico? <3

WHAT A COINCIDENCE THAT I STARTED REWRITING LIKE 3 HOURS BEFORE I SAY THE POST ABOUT YOUR BIRTHDAY!! Anyways, Happy Belated Birthday!!! Enjoy some simpatico nonsense:)

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Perceptor narrowed his optics down at the pile of clutter before him. Clutter was a kind, professional, polite way of describing explosive havoc of disorder and chaos that made up the dimensions of Brainstorm’s desk. Disgusting was another word that came to mind. 

::How do you live like this?::  

::Oh please, let’s not exaggerate. It’s not that bad.:: came Brainstorm’s groan. 

It was not an exaggeration. If anything, it was an understatement. 

Perceptor’s internal processors had a difficult time distinguishing just what exactly he was looking at. The only way to actually piece through what was on the desk was to deconstruct it layer by layer. A cross-section analysis.

The bottom-most layer- the foundation, if you will -were dried dribbles of fuel intermingled with a noxious dusting of sentiment and dirt. One of Perceptor’s background scanners identified a cluster of granulated particles to be aged candied energon treat crumbs. An entire rust strick made the foundation brick, its sticky residue gluing it to the hard surface of the desk. Perceptor idly pondered if its removal would cause the entire system to fall apart. And while his internal protocols desperately would like the area cleaned, organized and sanitary, he was not willing to find out if his hypothesis was correct. 

Cemented to this foundational core layer was the secondary mantle layer. This, from what Perceptor could read, was a scattering of notes all in Brainstorm’s sloppy, near illegible scribble. Tattered napkin bits from Swerve’s and printed notices from Ultra Magnus acted as the canvas for dynamic invention designs, schematics and impossible (and implausible) equations with attached nonsensical theorems. Several datapads acted as structural weights. When flicked on, Perceptor wasn’t sure if he felt amusement, exasperation or a sickly, prickling bashfulness in seeing several of his academic research papers and studies riddled with extensive notes, doodles and elaborations from Brainstorm. 

It didn’t take away from the utter disaster that was Brainstorm’s work space but it did soften the blow. Still, Perceptor would prefer if his research wasn’t adding to the disgusting catastrophe that made up Brainstorm’s desk. Perhaps a bookshelf or three would greatly benefit organization.

Level three- the crust -was as troublesome as the other two layers of clutter, if not more prone to disaster by their fragile and incongruous shapes. Trinkets , Brainstorm affectionately called them. Garbage , Perceptor was more keen on describing. In truth, they probably served best as paperweights, however haphazardly placed they were. 

The sentimentality was not missed on Perceptor and a part of him could even find the collection charming. Endearing. 

Perceptor had bared witness to the slow accumulation over the course of the Lost Light’s journey but had never really taken the time to truly examine them. Now he did, his optics scanning over the seemingly random series of objects: little samples of rock, crystal, fossil collected on pit-stop planets, a Rodi-Star for Temporal Excellence half hanging off the desk, a cluster of thumb drive stocked with films, music, and other media either gifted or stolen from Rewind- Perceptor was still not sure. Little gadgets and doodles from Nautica were in abundance and horrible tiny contractions built by Whirl intermingled with them. There was even a small toy-like bauble on the corner of his desk from Chromedome, Perceptor had been present when the Mnemosurgeon had left it there and Brainstorm never moved it, simply fiddled with it absentmindedly while mulling over his work before throwing it back to the corner of his desk.

All these items, papers and dirt and yet Perceptor still did not actually find what he was looking for. 

With a heavy sign, Perceptor responded to the insisting ping in his comms. 

::How do you expect me to find anything on your desk?:: 

Brainstorm’s response was bitingly quick. ::What are you talking about? Everything is organized!::

::It’s garbage, Brainstorm.::

::Use that brilliant mind of yours and you’ll see everything has a purpose.::

::What purpose do Ultra Magnus’s cease orders from 28 cycles ago have?:: Perceptor didn’t dare touch the fragile, lopsided stack in fear of it tumbling down and only adding to the mess. 

::They are counterbalances. Don’t move them or the desk will collapse.:: Perceptor had no doubt in the truth of that statement even if its intent was a joke.

::We are cleaning this when you return to the ship.::

::It doesn’t need any cleaning! I know where everything is!:

Perceptor let out a derisive snort. He could picture perfectly the little fluttering of Brainstorm’s ailerons, his hands moving in frustration. 

::The tell me where your cathetometer is.::

It was the reason for this call in the first place. For rare occasion, Perceptor had the lab to himself with Brainstorm accompanying Rodimus’s small expedition team. It’s not Perceptor’s fault his colleague forgot his equipment but he was not about to be a complete aft in not assisting. He just wasn’t going to personally dig through Brainstorm’s garbage heap of a desk alone. 

::Hmm, if you don’t see it in top it’s probably in one of the drawers.::

Perceptor rounded the desk to see six drawers lining the sides of the desk with three on each side. 

::Which one?::

::The left side. I keep the important stuff there.::

Perceptor raised an optic ridge and couldn’t help but ask ::And what do you keep on the right?::

::Come on Percy, let me have a little mystery, a touch in intrigue.::

::Nevermind, I don’t want to know.::

Perceptor didn’t need to be present to know Brainstorm was pouting, blast mask intact or not. Even hundreds of meters between them and Perceptor knew a pouting, sulking Brainstorm anywhere. 

::You’re no fun.::

::Yes I am.:: Perceptor replied back as he started with the top drawer, pulling it open only to find it crammed to the brim with even more data pads. All of them pressed together to a block so not even a tiny piece of dust could enter. Perceptor slammed the drawer shut. ::How do you live like this?:: he found himself reiterating. 

::Oh, not fun loving Perceptor still complaining about my desk. Is that fun? Cleaning and organizing?::

::You’re a scientist. How do you find anything in this?::

::Tell me how you are fun in explicit detail and I’ll tell you my organizational strategies. We can make a date of it.::

Perceptor snorted as he opened the second drawer. This was filled with several instruments and after some careful digging, he found the cathetometer . ::We can clean your desk together.::

::You must be a hit at the club, Percy. Really. Absolute stud. What moves do you have? The pencil sharpener? The label maker? The file organizer? Actually, you can’t claim that one. Minimus invented and perfected that one. ::

Perceptor could have told Brainstorm at any moment that he had found what the other mech was looking for but, he held onto the tool for a moment, softly smiling to himself as Brainstorm rambled insults to him. It shouldn’t be charming, it shouldn’t be amusing, it shouldn’t bubble up any sort of affection. And yet. 

::I’ve seen you dance, Brainstorm. I wouldn’t speak so confidentially with what you’ve demonstrated.::

::Are you saying Minimus is a better dancer than me? Because you surely can be saying that you are a better dancer. I mean, I think you’ll fall apart if you stepped foot on the dance floor.::

::It hasn’t happened yet.::

::When have you been dancing at Swerve’s? Before or after you deep clean and detail your desk every day?::

::Funny.::

Without even thinking about it, Perceptor opened the third drawer. He stopped as it slid open, its few contents rocking in the sway. Recognition lit his processor in a warm, shy heat.

::I’m hilarious. So funny and smart and amazing and talented and resourceful. Speaking of resourceful…did you find the my cathetometer yet? I put googly eyes on it. For personality. Can’t miss it.::

Perceptor felt the warmth spread across his faceplates. ::I did.::

::Oh Percy, I could kiss you. Tailgate is almost back at the ship if you can give it to him. The mods to his hoverboard make him almost as fast as Rodimus. He’s pissed. Anyways I told you it would be easy to find. All my important stuff is.::

Perceptor barely heard a word of what Brainstorm said. Only sending back a short affirmative as he stared at the drawer. 

::Perceptor? You alright?::

With a sharp invent, Perceptor closed the drawer shut firmly. 

::Perfectly fine. I’ll be ready to pass it off to Tailgate. I’m clearing your schedule for the next cycle. We are cleaning your desk. I can’t work knowing you are working like this.::

::Percy! It’s fine. I don’t need your shitty excuse for a date-::

::It’s not a date.:: Perceptor swiftly cut off. ::This is a work hazard that is being remedied immediately.::

Brainstorm’s response was muted, delayed. ::Okay, okay. We’ll clean it up. I’m sure you’ll have a checklist and everything.::

Perceptor let a small smile come to his face even though he could hear the telltale rumbling of Tailgate’s juiced up hoverboard. ::Of course. You shouldn’t expect anything less from me. If you manage to get it done by shift’s end, I’ll buy you a drink. Maybe if you are lucky, we can dance.::

Brainstorm’s next several responses were streams of incoherent stutters that formed a very excitable agreement. Perceptor didn’t feel the need to continue the chatter as he passed over the tool to Tailgate who only gave him a slightly confused look at his smile. Perceptor didn’t care, not when he knew what lay at the bottom of Brainstorm’s important drawer. 

Sentimental fool.  

[mostspecialgirl]

here’s another shitty roblox game doodle of kid that looked terrible on the Big Canvas

Genuinely had the worst time of my life trying to draw tjat shitty gear with my massive pointer finger smudging against the tiny pixel canvas on my screen. If you saw the look on my face when i saw the big display canvas made this shit look Ugly Super Saturated Pink i was losing my mind

[themeequal]

The Art Fail: A Reality Check

So, like, 5 or 6 years ago, I randomly stumbled on these vids of people drawing, and man, they were wild. You’d see everything from super basic sketches to full-on masterpieces that took mad skills. I was hooked on watching all kinds of styles—minimalism, artsy experimental stuff, hyper-realistic portraits, made-up characters coming to life, and landscapes that legit felt like windows into other worlds. I could sit there and just stare at them for hours, no joke.

And then this thought hit me: "What if I could do this too?" Like, what if I grabbed a drawing tablet and gave it a shot? It all looked so easy on-screen, and the results were straight-up fire. I started imagining my own stuff, framed and hanging on a wall like some pro-level gallery piece.

But, yeah… reality check. The moment I got my hands on that tablet, it was like the universe said, “LOL, good luck.” Staring at that blank canvas, I had no clue what to do.

So I was like, “Okay, I’ll just draw the first thing I see.” My eyes landed on my desk lamp—nothing fancy, but kinda sleek, y’know? I figured it’d be a solid start. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. Every single line looked so off it was actually funny… or tragic. Each stroke of the pen felt like a personal attack, and I eventually just shoved the tablet into some drawer and forgot about it.

Fast forward a few years, and you might think I finally got my act together, stuck with it, and now I’m out here making dope art. Nah, that’s not the case. I just came across some dope drawings by people I don’t even know, and they inspired me to write this story.

Truth is, I’ve always had this thing for creating stuff. Like, way back in elementary school, I’d watch my teacher try to spice up lessons by drawing these simple, expressive doodles on the board. It wasn’t fancy, but it was cool. My classmates would try to copy him in their notebooks—kinda messy but still fun. That’s when I was like, “I wanna do this too.”

When drawing didn’t pan out, though, I found photography as an adult. I saved up, bought my first camera, then another, and before I knew it, photography became my thing.

There’s something unreal about creativity, y’know? It’s this powerful, almost magical vibe. You can create anything—photos, paintings, music, poems, stories, even full-on books. It’s how we share our world, our feelings, those tiny little moments that are hard to explain. And the best part? Everyone sees it differently.

Maybe if someone had been there to guide me with drawing, to show me the ropes, I’d be sharing the way I see the world through my art. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll go back to it, but only if I find that one person who can help me navigate this crazy, tangled forest.

[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 30: Vitrine 💎

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Vitrine (n.)

a glass display case

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I may have still be short on ideas for this one, but I think I was mentally prepared for it a bit more, which helped considerably. 🙌

My best? No, but I do like it! Let’s just hope I can say at least that much tomorrow…😅 So close to the end!! 

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk a bit more about my general thoughts/process. ✨

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I admittedly yet again did not have a ton of ideas for this one, and it probably shows. 😅 However, I do think I managed a little bit better because I actually remembered this one was on the list for most of the month, so it's been kind of living in my subconscious all the while. I think that shows, too.

This was though a word I originally put on the list because of the fun I thought it would be if I'd chosen to work with the mini-magnets. Yes, a glass display case itself is a very specific thing, but the cases can be designed in a few different ways, serve different purposes, and hold a multitude of different things. I had it in mind that toying with the different expectations and contents of a glass display would lend themselves well to poetry.

...But I'm not working with poetry here, am I? 🙃

At least not literally; If you want to argue figuratively, I won't stop you.

Still, in another timeline where I had more than just a single day—probably more like a whole month to itself—to play around with the concept, and maybe if I had decided to work on a bigger canvas, I might have ended up with an outcome more like some of the designs you see in Adult Coloring books. I'm thinking along the lines of Johanna Basford's work, but she's just the one I know best by name, plenty of others I think could also do wonders with, "A glass display case full of interesting stuff."

I did try to capture a little of that general idea, still, but some of Sparklers are probably familiar enough with what I usually have to say about these mandalas by now that you might guess: I wanted to lean more in the "traditional mandala" direction. Both just for the aesthetic-y reasons, but yeah I will be frank that that way, particularly with this kind of subject, was much faster, too.

Speaking of, I would also like it on the record that I initially didn't back myself into quite as tight of time-crunch corner tonight...But I neglected to notice my Apple Pencil needed charging before I got started, so at one point I had to both break for dinner and just to let the pencil charge, and that basically ate up whatever tiny bit of "extra" time I had when I got started. 🫠

Anyway. I started with a vaguely French/Rocco Vitrine-inspired shape as my base, then "decorated" it a little, and tried to"fill" it with a few things—A crystal ball, something that lightly resembles perfum bottles, and a gem. Then I went around filling space with a little Art Nouveu and little Art Deco, kind of thinking of a jewelry store that's maybe been around for years and years, that would have a bunch of antique-y display cases hanging around instead of the sleek, boxy modern kind.

So not the most elaborate design in the world, but I do think this is one of my better attempts to marry the more doodle-y nature a lot of these have come out with and some more typical mandala motifs and ideas. It's still certainly not perfect in that regard, but I do think it kind of stands out in a good way because of that.

This is thought probably another where the colors are doing a lot of work to help things along. 😅

White lines were a must. They felt kind of essential to the "glass" feel, much like back on Day 21. And now is a good time to note that I also fought with myself quite a bit on the colors to keep the two of them—today and Day 21—from feeling too similar to each other. This was mainly accomplished by sticking with teals and avoiding "true" blues. Which, I do think that made for a nice nod to how a lot of glass has kind of an underlying green tint to it.

I still can't say I necessarily avoided them looking similar as much as I would've liked, all the things considered, but the clock was ticking, so it is what it is. 🤷‍♀️

...And I think that's kind of everything I have to say, really. Probably for the best since typing this out took longer than I expected and I still have to get to cross-posting, but I do feel a little bad that I managed to enjoy this one more than the last few and feel like I have even less to say about it. 🫤

Oh well. At least I am happy with it. I hope I can say at least that much tomorrow...And naturally, I really hope I can get tomorrow's posted earlier so I can be DONE and work on some other things, but after the way last week and this week is going so far...I have my doubts.

Even so, wish me luck either way, Sparklers—We're so close to the end!! 😵‍💫

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Artwork © me, MysticSparklewings

Obscutober Concept Inspired by nikolas_tower

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[foxyd101]

UR ART IS SO COOL ❤️❤️❤️

I'm also looking for recommendations for where to draw. So tell me, where do you draw?

Hiya, I'm glad/flattered that you find my art cool.

Now to answer your ask/question:

I tend to draw on my phone and laptop, so either devices can work (or even a tablet).

Now, if you are asking about what application/apps I use to draw with, I primarily use medibang paint (which is a raster based/ aka pixals when zoomed in. Note: this app can be used on both pc and mobile devices and probably apple devices) and some Adobe fresco(which is both raster and vector/no pixels when you zoom in. Note: only for pc/apple devices), but of course, Ibis is another good drawing app that I could recommend (its raster base. Note: can be used on mobile and apple devices). These three are free, but they do have other features that come from a subscription (which you don't have to get unless you really wish to).

Other places that I draw on occasionally are on websites like whiteboard and Magma. (Which is when I draw with friends or when fellow artists host one for everyone).

(Sidenote: If you're wondering why the small Wally doodle is so pixelated, it is because I doodled him very tiny. Like this is what he looks like in my canvas XD)

Smol boi :3

[snowyhybridboi]

What would the day bring today? Would it bring good weather? The sky was so cloudy that the smaller was certain rain was coming. If not today, soon. He stared out the window with a pout and tired eyes. Work had been slow, that meant he was low on money and that meant he really had to be smart about what he spent the money on.

Cheap, quick food was the way to go right now. For breakfast, he had made himself a pot of noodles from the convenience store. These were his go to meal when money was tight. Another yawn escaped his lips and after cleaning up after himself, he shuffled to his tiny bedroom and scrounged around for some clothes to wear.

A black graphic t-shirt and some torn jeans went on and his smudged sneakers. Then he was grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

He didn't exactly work today so he decided he would go for a walk near some woods. He always enjoyed being around nature and even if he didn't work, it didn't mean he couldn't see some flowers. He carried with him a journal where he would doodle the flowers to the best of his abilities and write his thoughts about them.

Charlie wasn't an artist by any means, his doodles mostly looked like squiggles.

The journal was dropped into his canvas tote bag because he had plans of bringing some flowers home for a centerpiece. Something to brighten up his otherwise dull apartment. Getting into his small car, he slipped on some glasses, started the car, and started his drive towards the edge of the woods.

@xseaofrosesx

[starryybrained]

Idk what your art says about you but you feel like one of the people who started using the pencil brush really early and have barely if ever used anything other than it for line work

That’s so funny because early on when I was making digital art I actually almost exclusively only used clean/smooth linework

I think it wasn’t until I bought procreate that I finally started experimenting with more textured brushes

And even then in the beginning I still stuck to nontextured brushes for a while until I decided to mix it up and try out different brushes

Nowadays I go absolutely bonkers over textured brushes and yes, that pencil/sketch brush you usually see me using is indeed one of my favorites. I often use it for lineart because I like the way it handles when I use it. Strangely enough, that brush comes from a random free brushpack I downloaded

[IMAGE ID: A screenshot of a brush set on Procreate titled “Anime” (The title is not shown within the screenshot). The first brush is called “Sketch Brush💕1” and is circled in red. Written next to it is a note saying “I love this stupid brush <3”. /END ID.]

Right now I usually either use the sketch brush for lineart or a felt marker-like brush interchangeably, for a request I got I’m actually using this brush… which is from another free brushpack, simply called “Texture.”

[IMAGE ID: A screenshot of a procreate canvas showing how the brush handles. There is a large, thick squiggly line on the left and several smaller, thin lines next to it. The thick brushstroke shows more of the brush’s soft edges, while the thinner brushstrokes look more sharp and less fuzzy. Both have a taper to the end on both sides of the brushstroke. There is a doodle of the cat face emoticon using thick lines and a doodle beneath it of my character Saul, using medium lines. All the brushstrokes are blue. /END ID.]

For coloring, I usually use a brush that doesn’t screw with the bucket tool to fill things in and then for shading and details I go crazy and do whatever feels right

This turned into a whole ramble haha

(Old art under the cut. Now you too can see just how my art looked wayyyy back when)

September 2020

[IMAGE ID: A drawing of an anthropomorphic lion. It is brown and has a golden mane. It is standing and waving. It has golden jewelry and red, orange, and yellow tattoos on its tail. The linework is smooth and the colors used are shown on the side. /END ID.]

October 2020

[IMAGE ID: A drawing of a humanoid/anthropomorphic vampire squid. It is a reddish/brown color and has light green accents. Its arms are tentacles and its hair is chin-length, webbed and fin-like. A less detailed doodle next to it shows that its tentacles do not have fingers. Another doodle of it, in a smaller chibi version, shows it floating with a tiny shadow beneath it, with the note “Floats above ground”. The linework is smooth. /END ID.]

January 2021

[IMAGE ID: A drawing of a humanoid demon with orange skin and orange hair. It has a dark brown tail, a long tongue, dark brown horns, pointed ears, and a third eye that is yellow. It wears a cloth around its waist and wears lots of jewelry, holding more jewelry and valuable items in its hands. The linework is smooth. /END ID.]

July 2021

IMAGE ID: A drawing of Arthur Kingsmen from Mystery Skulls Animated. He is drawn from the side view and is looking at his hand, which is glowing, bloody, and green. There is also blood coming from his shoulder. His eyes are glowing and he is smiling. The linework is smooth and in the corner, there’s a watermark that says “3lec_tric”. /END ID.]

[fabdante]

Fic asks!! Fic asks!! 17, 23, 29 and 47!!!

thank you friend!!! 💖 (questions from this ask meme here)

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

I am full of highly specific AUs! I love a highly specific AU! I often feel like I only think of highly specific AUs and I am very happy this way.

I think the most specific would be these really, really niche crossover AUs me and my girlfriend made of like every single video game we liked at the time the time we made them. The most specific of those was set in Rapture from Bioshock. Except Rapture was set up with different leadership in the 40s/50s. Adam was still discovered, but said leaders implemented heavy restrictions on it that led to the city surviving until the 1980s, in which it had found itself increasingly sectioned off into different gangs/factions. There was also a lot about the impact of Adam on genetics. I have no idea who the audience for that is, but it would only be more specific to me if it was the 90s honestly.

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

This is hard. I have little impulse control so like, if the fleeting thought crosses my mind I will write down something. I am also very self indulgent so if I like an idea, I will write it in some form or try to.

I really would like to write a DmC or DMC band au. I struggle to figure out any of the specifics. I have started writing sort of a DMC band AU, though, and I think it's the closest I'm going to get to the band AU idea. (The concept of that one is that it's excerpts of a biography about 90s grunge band Devil May Cry. Which was ironically another idea I was really interested in writing, like a story told through interviews and stuff.)

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want!

Picking a fic was hard. I went with Crossroads of Catharsis and Contemplation because I really love that fic and I never considered a playlist for it. The vibe is introspection, lo-fi, and also some screaming.

Sleep Patterns by Merchant Ships (I felt like this fit the introspective vibe, this song to me is peak reboot Dante introspection and it just felt fitting here)

Come As You Are (Nirvana Lo-fi) by Tedi Mercury and Alien Cake Music (the original to me encompasses something essential about the themes of DmC/DMC as a whole, and the lo-fi fit the Sam Cham vibe)

Seize the Day by Wax Tailor (lo-fi for that post 'we maybe caused a tiny apocalypses in our city...now what?' vibe)

Heart Heart Head by Meg Myers (very much the Kat and Vergil mood of the fic to me)

Press Pause by Pretty Lights (some more introspective lo-fi to end us off)

47. If [insert fic] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

I'm going to answer this for Detours/The Detours Series, my Zutara fic (I named the series the Circumnavigators of Celestial Bodies, the series isn't up on Ao3 just yet though!).

If Circumnavigators was a pair of shoes it would be the first pair of high top converse you buy in high school. You were like a freshmen and now it's senior year. And the shoes are still mostly together, if not a bit beat up for constant use over the past 4 years. They've walked a lot of miles, a lot of halls, a lot of adventures. They're worn in perfectly, formed exactly to the contours of your feet. And they still probably have some years left in them, even if the canvas isn't as sturdy as it used to be and the laces are dirty. But the best thing about the shoes, the absolute best thing, is all the little writing on them. Because you and your best friend who you went on all those adventures with, you wrote on them. They wrote on your shoes and you theirs, and you look down at your feet and you see all these little doodles and notes to you. And some the sharpies faded but some were just written yesterday and they make you smile.

thank you again for the ask!! 💖💖

[pitchdarkhook]

"not here to judge or anything, firefly, buuuut-" sampo began playfully as he purposefully ran streaks of blue from his crayon into her red colorings already on the paper. they were cheap, dull things that he had rummaged out of the orphanage but made a mental note to find something better in the overworld for her the next time he was up there. the colors didn't mix like colors should though, rather, it was just a messy layer of color that just haphazardly overlapped one another. if there was something symbolic or poetic in that, then so be it but it was yet to be observed as sampo couldn't be fussed with those trivial semantics. "you're kinda s'posed to color inside the lines, y'know." he said with a grin that curled to meet his eyes, after all, its not like he was a man to follow the rules anyway.

unprompted. | always accepting!

✩ . — Hook doodled on the piece of paper with much excitement, humming to herself happily as she took her time to pick the colours she wanted from the wide array of options that Sampo had given her. She adored his gift to bits and treasured them greatly, she even went as far as to arrange the crayons into a straight line.

Picking up the red crayon from the selection, the little girl began to work her magic on the blank canvas. Though, the colours were barely coming out due to the hardness of the wax and the lack of use over the years, she was still determined to make it work. It was her beloved present, after all— and Hook was never the type to give up so easily.

Along the hues of red were some shades of blue, as Sampo chipped in bit by bit whilst speaking.

Honeyed eyes tore themselves away from the paper in reply to his playful teasing. The girl's eyebrows furrowed at his remark as she let out a tiny huff, turning her head away from him.

❝ Hmph— ! Well, maybe Hook doesn't wanna colour inside the lines! I'm trying to be a-artsy.... artsy fartsy! ❞

Like him, she loved playing pranks on people at times. The grumpiness in her tone was meant as a jest, and she soon broke character as a giggle erupted out of her. Hook's attention returned back to the canvas before them, her focus drifting towards the overlapping reds and blues.

❝ Thank you for the crayons, Big Brother Sampo... ❞ Yellow hues remained downwards as her voice was hushed and filled with gentleness. She trailed off, letting silence set in for only a moment, before brightening it up with her voice again, ❝ were you trying to make purple? I know red and blue makes purple! Hook will help you with mixing! ❞

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