#anyway this was meant to be a quick sketch but i wanted to get it RIGHT and I ended up slaving away at it for months instead ...

[theythemmer]

me and the bad bitch i pulled by eating chalk

[mars-ipan]

i have other things to draw but these new kmhn fits from the merch drop have enamored me

(my comms are open, btw!)

[threadbare-art]

Lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb The ground is getting closer And the sky is falling down

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 16: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should offer to help the travelers with their broken wagon.....

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After much internal deliberation (and some zoning out staring at butterflies), The Adventurer decides it would be best to offer his assistance. Technically, he IS still following his goal of not getting distracted, because theoretically it would make his journey much faster if he were able to catch a ride on a carriage. So really, this is all an ultimate big brain genius strategy for maximizing efficient travel.. Or, at least that sounds like a good enough justification to him.

Gathering up all of his social courage, he approaches one of the travelers fiddling with a broken wheel near the far end of the carriage and meekly asks if there's anything he could do to help.

The man was so focused on his task, he seems initially startled to look up and find someone near him. "OH..! Oh, uhh.. help? With the wagon?", he smiles pleasantly, gesturing towards a few wooden boards that are just out of his reach, "Sure, kid. If you could just hand me th-"

"Apologies, but we actually won't be needing your assistance, stranger." A taller man, surprisingly almost matching the stature of the Adventurer, suddenly slinks out from somewhere behind the carriage, sternly placing himself like a barrier in front of the man working on the wheel. Wheel Guy nervously averts his eyes, making himself smaller, silently resuming his work.

The Adventurer tries his best to maintain composure against the weight of the tall man's bitter gaze, but can't seem to muster much of a response "Aeughh,,, uh… b-but, h- Bu--HHHh,,?.."

"Look, disregard whatever my father told you, he's old, never has any clue what he's talking about. It'd be best for you to simply move along." ('Father'? They don't look alike at all, and seem to be nearly the same age..)

"W-well.. he.. he didn't really tell me anything, I me-hhH,,.. I mean, I literally just got here, s-so...."

"Good. Even more reason to be on your way."

Placing a gloved hand firmly on his shoulder, the tall man begins to motion the Adventurer away from the wagon, but a strange noise interrupts, echoing from inside. Perhaps some sort of animal sound? Or a person faintly yelling about something? Or… both?

"WH-wHggg… whAT was t-that???!!" The Adventurer immediately stops in place, pausing to listen as the tall man keeps trying to push him ahead.

"I didn't hear anything, stranger."

"No, t-there.. was dEFinitely, UHH, a-"

"Likely something in the forest."

"Wh--aah... d.. do you think it was an animal?"

The tall man continues a dramatic struggle to 'subtly' drag him further down the road, whilst the Adventurer mindlessly digs in his heels, too distracted to even notice he's being so strongly prompted to leave.

"Many animals do, indeed, exist within forests. This should not be suprising."

"...It's just.. ..eughh… s… so weird…"

"I assure you, it is not."

"I-it really sounded like.. like it came f-from insid-"

"Yes, from inside the forest. Now, please, if you would.."

The noise interrupts again. It's definitely someone, or something, in some sort of distress.. And definitely from inside of the cart.

"wHoAAGH, aa!!! T-tHat's NOT from the f-forest, that-"

The tall man fully just shoves him now, sending the Adventurer toppling across the dirt, clumsily rolling and landing just past the other side of the carriage. A mother and young child who seem to be part of the traveling group simply stare down at him with empty blank gazes, wholly unconcerned about helping him up.

As the Adventurer fumbles back to his feet (still confused as to why he was even pushed in the first place), the tall man looms by the carriage, diligently watching to ensure that he leaves.

"Travel safe, stranger."

Despite his initial obliviousness, the Adventurer begins to piece the situation together as he stares back at the man, now fully convinced something suspicious might be going on...

…What should he do next??

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Additional Information

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[upon-sunflower-trails]

hunger hurts but starving works (when it costs too much to love)

viktor x reader | oneshot | 4178 words

slowburn, yearning, angst with a happy ending

warnings: one brief mention of reader wearing a skirt

You hadn't attended the Academy for long before you met Viktor. You wanted to further the technological advancements of Piltover through what knowledge you already had but always sought to learn more. It was what was expected of you. 

You kept to yourself, focusing solely on your work and not much else. 

Viktor was the same way. The two of you had to be top of all of your classes, the way you committed yourselves to your work. It only made sense that you would be partnered up for your final project in one of Heimerdinger's classes. 

It started with simple meetings in the library to discuss what direction you wanted to take the project. 

You doodled on your notes, humming to yourself. You were usually so much more studious than this, but a less-than-ideal week had you in a slump where all you could wish for was finishing the rest of the week under your duvet. 

Viktor narrowed his eyes, much to your discomfort. You knew he was probably writing you off as spacey, incapable. The anxiety clawed at your throat as he spoke. 

"You seem distracted." 

It was the most he'd said to you outside of the classroom, and of course it had to be negative. You felt your cheeks warm as you huffed, setting down your pencil. 

"It's... I'm okay, just..." You struggled to find the words. You hadn't meant for your burnout to carry over into such an important project, let alone one where somebody else was relying on you. You knew you could finish your work on your own time, but he didn't know that— he didn't know anything about you. 

He waved off your attempt. "It's fine." He was back to scribbling away on the paper, though you could still feel his judgment. 

In his presence, your mouth moved before your brain could. You blurted out the very thing that had been on your mind all week. 

"You know, this wasn't always my dream." 

Your voice came out hushed, unsure, as if saying the words aloud would get you into some sort of trouble. The boy from across the table's writing ceased, perking up even as his eyes stayed trained on the page in front of him. 

"... Go on," he urged. This was the first time either of you had a real conversation, and his tone caused warmth to spread through you. 

You straightened up in your seat, adjusting your skirt from beneath the table. "I... I wanted to be an artist, for the longest time," Your fingers traced the indents in the wooden table as you spoke. "To paint the beauty life had to offer me, mold clay into the things I loved the most, sketch people who came in and out of my life." 

Your tone was somber as you watched the shapes your fingertips drew into the surface. Viktor turned his attention from his work to you now, brow quirked upwards. 

"Yet you're here, studying sciences and technology?" His words were careful as he sized you up, causing you to let out a dry chuckle. 

"I know, it makes no sense when I put it that way. But... sometimes you have to give up certain passions to fulfill what you need to become." You chewed on the inside of your cheek, finally picking your pen back up as you finished your ramble. As you met the golden eyes of the boy across from you, you suddenly felt small under his gaze. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, fidgeting with the pen in your grasp. "Ah, anyways, I'll get back to work on my half of the project." 

Viktor shook his head, giving you a small smile. It struck you then that you had never seen him genuinely smile before. "It's ok. I like hearing you talk." 

The awkward silences of your meetings eventually gave way to comfortable chatter, and both of you finished the project earlier than expected. Even then, you still found excuses to be in the other's company. Whether it was grabbing a quick bite to eat after Viktor had neglected to eat a meal that day or working quietly on individual projects, simply happy to be near each other. 

That was how your friendship with Viktor began.  

The two of you only grew closer, discussing every and any topic you could think of until one of you decided the other needed rest. You didn’t go a day without talking to him, until eventually he was a research assistant, and you were on your way to becoming a somewhat-known technological researcher at the Academy.  

When Viktor met Jayce and vouched for him, you immediately supported their endeavors. There weren’t many topics that brought such a light to Viktor’s eye, so seeing the way his passion ignited over simple meetings with the man was enough to convince you. 

You would bring them food when they had been working for hours with no break, slipping an extra baked good to Viktor when you thought Jayce wasn’t looking. When you finally went on your own way with a smile, Jayce sent his colleague a knowing look. 

Focusing on your own work was growing easier, as you found yourself living vicariously through the two men you had grown so much closer to. Their passion was enough to ignite your own, and you became more and more renowned by your peers. Living became easier with Viktor at your side, as the two of you would go out for lunch together every now and again, with Jayce always insisting he had “too much work to do.” 

You did your best to ignore your little crush on Viktor. You had always admired him, how could you not? But you knew better than anyone that it was much more than admiration. He would come to your home on days he knew you weren’t feeling yourself, comforting you with just his presence.  

Those feelings were pushed aside as best as you knew how. It was just a silly crush; Viktor was just a close friend, after all. He was so hard at work anyways, there was really no use in chasing after him or ever hoping for more. 

Even with Jayce constantly teasing you when Viktor left the room for a moment, you pushed down whatever feelings you had for the boy. It was just a simple schoolgirl crush. You would get over it, and Viktor would continue to achieve success with whatever he and Jayce had been working on. 

You'd been startled awake at your desk one night, dozing off while in the middle of researching a new method of transcribing information in Piltover, using a newly developed piece of technology that you couldn't quite remember the name of. Hair pooling out around your head resting against the desk, you were jolted from sleep as the door to your room was flung open. 

An exclamation of your name from a familiar voice was enough for you to whirl around in your seat. Viktor stood there, beaming brightly as he leaned against the doorway. 

"We've done it." 

“Viktor! Jayce,” you called, hugging both men tightly as you raced over to where they stood. Jayce gaped at you, wide smile on his face. 

“You made it? I thought that-” 

“You had a presentation to give on your newest findings,” Viktor finished, looking at you with a raised brow. Despite his concern, you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitched into a small smile. 

Waving off their concerns, you beamed. “You didn’t think I’d miss your big moment, did I?” Your gaze lingered on Viktor for a moment longer before Jayce was called to the stage. In seven years, you still held the same admiration for the man. 

“I’m proud of you, Viktor.” You smiled at him, cheeks heating up slightly as he sent a smirk your way. 

“Jayce is the one who’s out there giving the speech, making this possible for both of us. You should save the congratulatory statements for when he gets off stage.” 

You scoffed at his words. “I’m being serious. I know how much this means to you in particular. I’m really, really happy for you.” 

He had only given you a short ‘thank you’ before you moved into the crowd, hoping to listen to the speech in its entirety. You weren’t sure exactly how Jayce’s speech was supposed to go, but you could tell something was off—especially if the way Viktor reacted when you congratulated the both of them afterwards was anything to go off. You did your best to ignore whatever animosity was lingering between the two as you went on your way, rushing back to where your presentation was taking place.  

You didn’t need the men to know that you’d had to delay your own moment just to be there to witness theirs. 

It was after that night, as you mulled over the way your heart had fluttered when you embraced Viktor, the way your day brightened noticeably more with him around even after all these years, that you came to the realization that you were in love with him. 

When he invited you out the next day to lunch, you found yourself unable to focus even as he lightly ranted to you about his problems with Jayce. 

“...Y/N? Are you listening?” 

His voice cut into your thoughts as your head snapped up, looking at him with wide eyes as you stopped stirring your drink. 

“Uh, yeah... Yeah, of course I am, Viktor.” 

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You really are always so easily distracted.” The smile he gave you made your heart soar as you laughed. 

You pushed your feelings aside for one more day as he rambled on, confiding in you. You could’ve painted a thousand pictures just from the way that look in his eyes made you feel. 

The rest of the day was spent on your own as you worked endlessly on research and trials, allowing yourself only a brief respite when you took short breaks to eat. You worked through the night, only stopping when you got news of what had happened. 

You were the first one to know when Viktor had collapsed. You’d dropped everything and rushed to his side, tears pricking at your eyes when you finally saw the state he was in. 

Doctors, nurses, really anybody who came in and out of the room, spoke in hushed tones while glancing at you. It wasn’t until they confirmed you were who they thought that they finally indulged in Viktor’s state with you. 

You’d held your tongue, nodding along with their words while your eyes flitted over to the man you loved, lying comatose on a cot. You slept in the uncomfortable hospital chair, jerking awake every time hospital staff entered and exited the room. Jayce joined you eventually, sending a sympathetic glance your way. 

When Viktor finally stirred, he only quietly asked you how much time he had left. You hadn’t been able to answer, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you did your best to quell your tears. 

You stayed with him most of the time, not wanting to leave his side for the duration of his stay. You knew he could take care of himself, advocate for himself, but you were afraid. Afraid of what might happen if you left him alone, frightened that if you dared to leave you would get the news that he had passed.  

He insisted on you holding his hand in yours as he slept, believing that your touch would be what kept him from slipping away while he was sleeping. 

You obeyed. 

But you weren’t sure how to handle it in any semblance of a platonic way. 

You were there when he was finally cleared to leave, as he clung to you like a lifeline once the both of you left. For as long as you’d known him, you’d never seen him look so defeated. Even once you took him home, helping him get settled back in.  

You almost wanted him to beg you to stay, insist on staying however many nights he needed, but you knew that wouldn’t be good for either of you. 

Viktor suggested stargazing with you once he was discharged from the hospital. Even though he needed your help after stumbling, a steady hand on the small of his back as you climbed to the hill you’d went to think many times throughout your time as an Academy student. 

The two of you sat there in silence for a long while, shoulders touching. You hugged your knees to your chest as you took in the stars decorating the sky. It took everything in your power not to stare at the man next to you. 

“I used to stare at the stars as a child constantly.” 

Viktor’s voice finally put an end to the silence. You looked at him now, tilting your head. 

“What?” 

“In Zaun, I would look out at the sky every night and count the stars. I thought about how the night sky in Zaun was the same night sky over Piltover. And yet...” He swallowed thickly, still glaring at the sky. 

You could sense the bitterness in his voice as he tensed up—you knew what he meant. Experimentally, you wrapped an arm around him. His tension eased ever so slightly at your touch. 

“I only want to make things better. For everyone.” You winced at just how quiet his voice had become. “Even if I... don’t have much longer.” 

You pulled him closer to your side, shaking your head. “Viktor, you’ve already done so much. I know you don’t feel you should be proud of yourself, but...” Trailing off, you instead focused on the proximity of you both while looking at the constellations in the sky. 

“Thank you, Y/N. Truly.” 

Another pause, filled with all the things left unsaid between the two of you over seven years. You interrupted the quiet this time. 

“I’ve always wondered how it would feel to burn out as a star.” 

It was the man’s turn to be perplexed by you now. He let out an incredulous laugh, shifting towards you. “Whatever do you mean?” 

Picking at the grass beneath you, you huffed out a sigh. “How it would feel to finally use up every last bit of energy you have, until all the light you have stops shining. Sometimes...” You shook your head, opening your mouth to continue. “No, it’s-” 

Viktor nudged you with his shoulder, cutting you off. “Don’t say it’s stupid. Even your ramblings have value. I want to hear it.” 

There was no point in arguing, then. You steadied the rapid pace of your heart as you began to speak, ignoring the heat rising to your face. 

“... Sometimes, I wonder if burning out as a star would be easier than continuing to work myself to the bone as I am now. If all the pressure I feel now could mix with the heat and push me past the point of burning brightly, so I could flicker and collapse instead.” 

Viktor intertwined his fingers with yours as you spoke, gaze trained intently on your face. You tried to ignore the way it was making you feel. 

“If you ever tire of being a dying star, think of yourself as a supernova instead.” He gave you a small smile. “A star burning out sounds more final. Saying you wish to be a supernova is much better.” 

You both chuckled at his suggestion as Viktor squeezed your hand just a bit tighter. 

He moved to face you, whetting his lips as he opened his mouth, as if to speak, before quickly stopping himself. He leaned in, just by a hair, and your heart jumped. You panicked, and in that moment, you quickly scrambled to hug him. 

Silence enveloped the moment yet again, but it was more comfortable this time. You cherished the moment, deciding not to move away from the embrace just yet, but also neglecting to comment on it. 

A fail to kiss is a fail to cope. 

After that night, you didn’t hear from Viktor for a while—even though you had caught him with flushed cheeks, eyes darting down to your lips as he struggled to focus on gazing at just the stars. You did your best to convince yourself that he was busy. That he wasn’t pushing you away on purpose, running away because he’d figured out your feelings. 

And when ash rained down upon the majority of Piltover, your mind immediately went to Viktor. Hearing about the attack, in the building you knew he was in, caused you to spiral. There were already so many confirmed deaths, you couldn’t bear to think that he was one of them. Jayce was the one to console you through your sobbing before explaining how he had a plan. 

Jayce had found a way to save Viktor. Or, at least, prolong the inevitable. 

Jayce had called you to the lab in the middle of the day, meaning that you expected the worst. That Viktor could no longer hold on. You were put off by the uncharacteristic silence of the lab, Jayce leaned against the desk with his head in his hands. 

“Jayce?” You were almost afraid to speak, not wanting to hear the news you’ve dreaded since Viktor first lost consciousness after Jayce was put on the Council. Thinking of Viktor’s life being cut short before he could accomplish all he wanted, before you could ever tell him all that he meant to you, it was a sickening reality you didn’t want to face. He had been your closest friend for seven years, and now he could be taken from you over circumstances neither of you could control. 

The larger man looked at you. “Y/N...” he sucked in a breath. “Viktor, he left.” You scoffed at his words.  

“He left? He was on the verge of death just last night, and now you’re telling me that he woke up and left everything?” Jayce’s brows only stayed furrowed, and you knew he was being deathly serious as he explained the situation. The tension, the events leading up to the explosion, what Viktor had said to Jayce before he left. You stood there the entire time, nails digging into your palms in little crescents. 

You had to fight the tears back as you pressed Jayce further for answers. “He didn’t say where he was going?”  

“No.” 

“He didn’t tell you if he was coming back?” 

“Y/N, I don’t think he’s coming back.” 

A drawn-out, pregnant pause. Your breathing came out trembling, same as your body. 

“... He didn’t even say goodbye.” 

Your voice was barely audible, wobbly as the tears you had been holding in since the beginning of this encounter finally spilled. You weren’t sure how long you stood there, and you weren’t sure exactly when Jayce had comfortingly pulled you into a hug as he began to cry himself. All you knew was that when you finally pulled away, the sky had bled into orange and red, and you had work to attend to before leaving for the night. You turned on your heel to leave before Jayce spoke again. 

“Y/N.” You barely turned back, giving him enough acknowledgement to continue. “I’m going to fix this.” 

You nodded, finally leaving the lab. Your heart sat heavy in your chest, feeling as though it was weighing you down the entire walk back to your own home. You didn’t even want to go back there, not with all the memories it seemed to hold. It had been where you and Viktor celebrated your graduation from the Academy, where you would both spend countless hours bouncing ideas off each other, where he would rest after a long day as you cooked his favorite meal as a child (something he’d confided in you shortly after you had first met). 

You couldn’t go home, not right now at least.  

The cobbled road you walked every night seemed even more desolate than usual. Your feet dragged you to the one place you could think of going. You didn’t want to feel the pain of losing Viktor anymore, thinking of what could have been or why he left you without so much as a curt goodbye. 

So, you let the soft tickle of the grass beneath you consume your senses as you stared up at the empty night sky. No gleaming lights, you couldn’t even see the moon at this point. Even in all of its emptiness, you knew it was the same sky that connected you to him. All you needed was one star—to prove that you could continue hoping.  

You found nothing. 

The chill in the air was biting, a harsh reminder of the fact you no longer had Viktor with you. No one to ponder the origins of constellations with, to lean closer to when you dramatically whispered whatever gossip you had heard around the Academy that day, to warm up when he shivered despite wearing layers of clothing. 

Much like the night sky, you were empty. 

Word had spread about some sort of messiah appearing, gathering a large following in a short span of time. Your interest was piqued, as the thought of someone healing such ailments made you think of him. If you could enter the commune, perhaps speak to some people about the miracles being performed, you could find him and take him there. 

Yet as you stepped into the commune, assuring those at the front of the oasis that you had nothing of danger on your person, a wave of familiarity washed over you. 

It was beautiful, that you couldn’t deny. It was the sort of place you would never have wanted to leave, had it not been for the mission you were on. You chatted idly with residents of the commune, listening as they spoke so highly of their herald. 

It wasn’t until you saw him, glassy eyes meeting your own, that the dam burst, and you felt all the emotions you’d felt when you were twenty-five bubbling back to the surface. 

You weren’t sure how you ended up in his arms from across the expanse of land, sobbing into his chest as he held you. It felt right, even as words you couldn’t hear nor understand fell from your lips as Viktor’s grip on you only tightened. 

When you finally calmed down, he pulled you into the place he resided and explained everything. You only understood some of what he was saying, still blinded by relief that he was here, he was real, he was alive. 

Viktor had changed noticeably, not that you cared. He looked more beautiful than ever, which you admitted to him breathlessly when you were both finally away from prying eyes. He had only chuckled at your compliment, spouting off something about what he’d learned in his time away.  

When an uncomfortable moment of silence finally passed, you were the first to jump at the opportunity to tell Viktor all the things you were afraid you would never get to tell him. 

“I’m in love with you.” His eyes flickered with an emotion you couldn’t quite pinpoint, throat bobbing as he took in your words. 

“... I am... not the same person you once knew.” 

“I don’t care. I never cared, it’s not about your condition or whatever afflictions you have. I held back for so long, because I was afraid. I convinced myself that I would ruin any of your chances of success by simply confessing my feelings for you. I’ve been waiting for seven years; I’m not waiting any longer.” 

A small, imperceptible smile etched onto his features as he moved to take you in his arms again. He rested his forehead against yours, hands settling comfortably on your hips. 

“Your patience is admirable, really.” 

And he finally kissed you, a slow, passionate combination of desperation and relief, his resolve slipping for a moment as he grabbed at whatever he could take. You didn’t mind, you only further offered yourself up. Once you both parted, it was as if the world was shining just a little brighter. 

“Let me promise myself to you, here and now, to make up for lost time,” he pleaded, eyes glossy as he stared into yours. “I just have to warn you, that I’ve... truly changed.” 

“No matter how you’ve changed, you still live under the same night sky as you always have,” you muttered, brushing a strand of hair from his face. He had so much to show you, to tell you about. He had seven years and an eternity to make up for, after all. 

He was finally letting you into his life, with no barriers or inhibitions. Eternally intertwining both of your futures, without fear of ruined success or what could have been. He held out his hand, a symbol of the promise he had made. 

Wordlessly, you took it. You knew you would have to be a fool to deny him now. 

[reagi-df]

Febuwhump Day 13: You weren’t supposed to get hurt

Old sketch design for my forgive me au but I’m gonna use it anyway

Donnie stares down at the screen as he types away, he's surrounded by the quietness of the lab. He's exhausted but he needs to finish what he started. It's been a rare few quiet days from having to go against any major Kraang players and he's taking this time to really get things sorted for when the time comes and he wakes up properly.

His fingers slow down on his keypad, eyes automatically looking up to his monitor showing the vital signs. Everything is stable for the moment and Donnie is grateful for that.

“Knock knock”  jolting, Donnie shoots his head around and sees Raph standing there. Even though his body doesn't have any eyes, he knows from how his head is tilted he assesses Donnie. 

And he doesn't like it.

“Raphael, what can I do for you at this hour”  he's glad his mask hides the bags under his eyes.

“Raph could ask you the same thing” the sounds of Raphs metal feet hitting his floor as he walks closer, Donnie lets his ninpō ripple under his skin as he subtly swipes away the taps connected to the chamber.

Raph cant see.

“Why are you still up?”

“Have a lot of things to do. Projects to finish. I need to make sure our defences are up and running frantically, even if the Kraang are being strangely quiet it won't last forever and I need to make sure we're ready” Donnies hands are flying about his keypad as he speaks.

A heavy hand rests on top of his own, stilling him. Donnie looks down at the metal digits, observes the grooves and scratches that litter his brother's metal casing. A sharp prain runs through him at the thought of not seeing his oldest brother's flesh hand again but he knows it's too late now. Even if he tried it wouldn't work.

And he doesn't want to go through that again. 

“You need to let me buffer out your hand again” he says absently.

Dragging his tiered eye up to these dimmed lit eyes of his brothers he hears Raph sigh. “Don, please go to sleep. I know its been hard  on you but I don't want you to burn yourself out again. I can't go through watching you die right in front of my eyes. Not again.”

Looking away Donnie swallows. “That wasn't my intention.”

“I know” Raph’s hand leaves Donnie’s and he secretly mourns the loss. “But you mean a lot to us Don, we don't want you to keep hurting.”

He stubbornly refuses to look up, “I’m fine, Raph.”

“Please donnie, Le-” 

“Dont!” Donnie grits out, cutting off whatever Raph was going to say.

Silence hangs in the air, tension heavy.

Closing his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose, “I'm sorry” he exhales.

Raphs gently places his hand back on Donnies broad shoulder and he leans into the touch. “I know I nag a lot, but I just don't want you to hurt”

Patting Raphs hand “I know big brother” looking up he turns to face Raph, metal hand falling from his shoulder. “Look I promise i'll go to sleep, I just need another 10 minutes”

They both stand there staring at each other, it feels like an eternity before Raph sighs again and steps back. “Okay, I know a losing  battle when I see one. Im making the rounds and when I come back and you're not asleep i'm dragging your ass to bed”

Snorting, Donnie bobs his head. “Sure” a small smile forms on his face.

Head shaking fondly, Raph walks to the door but pauses before he leaves. “I meant what I said Don” turning his head around he continues “you mean a lot to us, your family and we do anything for the family.

“Yeah” his voice catches in his throat.

They’ll do anything for their family.

Nodding Raph bids him farewell, “g’night don”

“Night” he whispers.

He stands there for a few seconds before he shuts all of his projects down, he pauses with his hand hovering in the air, he feels his ninpo running through his body, he brings up the tabs containing the chamber again and walks away as he transfers them to his gauntlet.

With a quick few strides to one side of the room, Donnie presses his palm to a hidden compartment, there's a hiss as the doors open. He's glad he never told anyone about this hidden room. It's become very useful for stuff he doesn't want others to see.

The doors close firmly behind him with the lights flickering on, with a flick of his fingers the tabs are transferred to the machine connected to the chamber. “I'll be quick, then you can go back to sleep. Donnie passes his time by making sure everything is working correctly, it usually takes about 10 minutes or so, but he's dragging his feet. He talks about anything that comes to mind, about the time Mikey ended up sleepwalking into a wall, or that time he ended up floating to the ceiling and unable to get down,. 

“He’s exhausted, Mikes been doing too much lately”. Donnie muses.

Donnie goes on, speaking about the time when April and he had found a stash of booze, that was strangely still in date, and got drunk. “April was cursing me out, she should've known that my metabolism is superior than hers.” he absently rubs his head from where she smacked him when he did tell her. 

His feet bring him closer to the chamber, “Jr is becoming a terror, coming more and more like his mother everyday” Donnie checks the systems and the vitals. “He's learning so fast, it was enjoyable watching him talk cheekily back to April” he pauses and looks down.

“You'd like him,” he whispers. 

A dull scratches his attention, turning his head Donnie sees a green hand with an IV cannula strapped to the back, tubing floating around his body. The hand drags down and his claws leave sharp grooves into the glass.

Walking up, Donnie places his own pawl onto the thick glass. Leo stares back at him with dull unseeing eyes, a mask firmly placed onto his mouth while his body is submerged in water.

“I'm sorry,” Donnie whispers as he watches those unseeing eyes flutter and shut.

“Please forgive me” he murmurs to the dead.

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Dropping this here for @febuwhump I was hoping id find something

Im hoping to get close to the juicy bits in Forgive Me, id love it if you'd vote for these boys in the @tmntaucompetition it'll be fun show what ive got planned 😈, as well as going up against other peoples

Again excuse my dyslexic unbetaed

[clegfly]

PUTER MASTERPOST AT LAST!!!

If you’re one of the people that asked me for this, the wait is over!!

To my pleasant surprise since I started it puter has become probably the most popular thing I’ve made which I’m SO grateful for… so, I thought it only fair to give the people what they ask for and make a full master post compiling all the content I’ve made for the au thus far!! This will be updated as I post, hopefully.

Keep in mind that puter is still a work in progress, so there will be a lot that doesn’t work or make sense yet, but trust me, I’m working on it! Remember, patience is key!!

So, without further ado, here it is!!!

Quick Summary

For anyone wondering what puter actually is, here’s the gist:

Following the events of OMORI’s neutral ending (specifically the one in which basil dies… specific variation of THAT isn’t too key at the moment but that might change for plot reasons…), five years after the move, with some help from his mother, sunny is improving… very slightly. In fact, he’s had enough motivation to pull together a shitty little flash game, fuelled by his past passion for them. He’s still not fully all there, and he still spends most of his time in headspace asleep, but now he has SOMETHING to work on outside of it, and it’s giving him the slightest reason and encouragement to wake up each morning. The slightest.

And, notably, one of the characters in said shitty flash game is actually based on Mari… Even when he isn’t really trying to, he ends up putting her in the game anyway, because he wants mari to be safe, and he’s so consumed by guilt and regret that he feels obliged to make her in worlds where she can be okay. Another sort of subconscious way of both immortalising her and apologising to her in another fun, perfect world of his design, where no harm can befall her, and everything is perfect. He didn’t kill her. They never argued. Mari is okay. Mari is fine, again. He’s sorry. He’s so, so sorry.

However… this stand in mari character actually gains sentience and becomes self aware, convincing itself that it truly is mari… leading to a LOT of stuff. We call her “mariware” over here, by the way!

The au’s actual storyline takes place years after this, following kel after he visits sunny’s mother five years after his mysterious suicide, and possessing a flash drive containing her son’s game… and, as we know, something else.

As stated like thirty times at this point… VERY work in progress!!! But I do have most of it figured out… though I’m not sure how to convey it as an actual story yet… but that will come with time, I’m sure!!!

Lore/ Canon Posts

Posts I’ve made for puter which are actual pieces I’ve put thought into and are canonical to the au. Have fun!!

ERHUSGKSCAE UEGGVXAE

SILBVRUW

IHX UEPJMCE

BUKLIEGV!

ULTAL QTMKE

UUG

SO RWY EGQTMUMV?

IHX QHRC

Doodles/ Sketches

Here is where you can find all my non-canon doodles and sketches for the au!!

Concept art

Awful dithering test

Cleg gets the artstyle right for the first time

Click and drag

Antivirus

Club penguin

Kel design concept sketch

Microsoft paint

Mariware bromine brush 1

Mariware bromine brush 2

Mariware boingoingoingoing

Wrong

Fries

She wants to KILL

Heromari

Get a job bozo

Sir this is a Wendy’s

Teaser

Oh fuck yeah this is my jam!!!

Big questions…

Mariware vs captcha

IHX IVPJMKEL

…

…huh? Is something else meant to be here?…

…

…maybe it’s not ready yet.

[starwarsmum]

Introducing Mousinette Chapter 31: A Liar Gets Her Just Desserts

Thanks again to @apileofashandember for the prompt!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58529116/chapters/149111395

Snow was falling on Wayne manor grounds, and Marinette was curled up on a sofa with a mug of coffee as she watched through a large window. She had landed back in the country with Damian the night before and managed to fall asleep without too much effort. She had awoken to find the bed empty but she had been awake enough to enjoy the calm before getting out of it herself.

She was sketching a new idea when someone came into the room behind her. They didn't interrupt, allowing her to finish the quick design before she turned to them. Her smile widened as she spotted Cass lurking by the door unobtrusively and she beckoned her over.

“Come tell me what you think,” she said brightly, gesturing at the page before going into some detail. Years of spending time with people who didn't understand fashion meant that she could simplify terms and keep it interesting for them. 

“I like the hidden compartments,” Cass said slowly, pointing at the pockets hidden in the poofy skirt Marinette had designed. It made her beam that Cass was comfortable enough to talk about something she didn't know much about. 

“Thank you! I'm used to trying to add extra pockets to things because of my Kwami, Tikki, but it'll likely come in more useful for other defensive weapons now that I'm living in Gotham. But I don't want to compromise the elegance of things when I do them, especially if I'm going to more galas.”

“Hmmm,” Cass agreed, settling into the sofa more comfortably. She was carrying a mug of tea and Marinette took that as her cue to continue with what she was doing before the other woman intruded. They sat there in agreeable silence, only broken by the scratching of Marinette's pencil against paper. 

The next interruption came in the form of a phone call to Marinette's phone. She frowned, wondering who could possibly be calling her so early in the day, before throwing an apologetic glance towards Cass and answering. 

“Hey, Chloe,” she said brightly, wedging the phone between her ear and shoulder. Now that she remembered, Chloe had said she would call this morning to chat before lines got too busy closer to midnight for either of them.

“Dupain-Cheng, I'm a little surprised you're awake,” came Chloe's immediate response. Marinette huffed, betrayed, but didn't say anything. Chloe's laugh filled the line, much more carefree and kind than anything she had done in her younger years. “Anyway, I just wanted to wish you a happy new year in advance, since when it ticks over here it'll be around when your fancy party starts and I will curse you with bad hair for the next year if you try to call me at 6am.”

“Happy new year for tonight, Chloe,” she replied with good humour. “How're things going at your end? No issues with Lila, right?”

“Right,” Chloe said, obviously amused and not even trying to hide it. “I can't believe she tried to save face after I annihilated her.”

Marinette snorted, thinking back to the chaos that had erupted in the wake of Damian and Chloe's reveals.

~...........~

“I can't believe you've been lying this entire time!” Alya shouted at Lila, Nino stepping in to hold her back when she crowded too close. “Why would you even do that? Do you have any idea how much damage you've done to our careers? Why would you think this was okay?”

“Y-you don't understand!” Lila wailed suddenly, sobbing into her hands. “It's a disability, I can't help it! And M-Marinette has known about it all this time and just won't h-help me!”

“What the hell do you mean a ‘disability’?” Alya screeched back, clearly even angrier at the slight against Marinette. But Marinette decided she would step in before it turned into a form of mob justice.

“After I was almost expelled in lycée,” she began, feeling a twinge of regret at the suddenly stricken faces of her friends. “You know, when Lila accused me of pushing her down the stairs, I was only let back in because she retracted her statement to principal Damocles. She said she had a ‘lying disease’ which meant she occasionally told fibs. Madame Bustier and principal Damocles said that she was really brave for telling them about it.”

“A lying disease?” Nino said, frowning at all it implied. “So…everything you say could be a lie and you wouldn't even know it?”

“It-it’s unfortunate but y-yes,” Lila sniffed, apparently sensing a way out. She was wrong, and Alya looked like she was going to blow a fuse. “And Marinette knew about this and never tried to help me. I've tried to tell you but it's so h-hard!”

“You manipulative-” Alya seethed but Adrien stepped in as well, trying to keep the peace.

“Hey, listen, I know this is a lot all at once,” he said soothingly, trying to placate Alya. “But it's not like anyone is irreparably hurt by all of this. I'm sorry I didn't say anything-”

“Wait, you knew about this?” Alix piped up, looking angry. Marinette winced as Adrien realised the hole he had dug for himself and tried to backtrack. Alix didn't let him. “No, seriously, what is that all about? How long have you known? And how much have you known?”

“I…well, I mean I knew Lila had a…complicated history with the truth,” he admitted, glancing at Marinette for help. But she wanted to hear what he had to say too, given that he had never withdrawn the advice to take the high road. “Ladybug told me she'd never met Lila, back when Lila first transferred into our class.”

“So, like, one of her very first lies,” Alya said, shocked. “And one that's been up on my freaking blog, which you knew and let happen because…what? You thought it didn't hurt anything?”

“Lila just wanted to make friends! She's, well, not harmless, clearly, but she was just a kid who needed some time to get used to things. And by the time I realised she wasn't going to change, everything had settled down and there didn't seem like a good time to discuss it-”

“Of course there wasn't a good time!” Alya screamed at him, looking more and more angry, enough so that Marinette worried she was going to have an aneurysm. “But maybe you could have called out even one of her lies? Because then, maybe, we could have prevented this entire thing-”

“Oh, because you all listened to Dupain-Cheng when she said the little witch was a liar,” Chloe interjected, looking furious. Alya had the good grace to look ashamed, but didn't look towards Marinette. “And she tried plenty of times. What was your excuse for not listening to her again? Oh, right, she was jealous.”

“I- look, Marinette admitted to me she definitely was jealous of Lila, at least in the beginning,” Alya muttered defensively, finally looking at Marinette furtively. Chloe snorted again and Damian, who had stepped forward with Marinette to keep an arm around her waist, tensed further.

“Tt, perhaps you should have considered the facts. Or been the reporter you claim to be and verify your sources. As close friends of someone whose parents are reporters, your integrity is your own responsibility,” Damian growled at Alya, although his glare reduced when Marinette gently squeezed his hand.

Alya looked at Marinette fully then, tears brimming in her eyes before she flung her arms around the shorter woman. Damian released Marinette reluctantly, although he hovered close to her and reinserted himself when Alya finally let go.

“I'm so, so sorry, Mari,” she sobbed, letting Nino support her. “I've been the worst friend ever, I sh-should’ve listened to you! I can't believe you even stayed friends with us after everything that's happened.”

Damian scowled but didn't say anything, which was very uncharacteristic of him, though Marinette appreciated it. 

~........~

“Yeah, it was pretty intense. I'm just glad Alya calmed down enough that we could all just enjoy what was left of that party,” Marinette said, giggling a little at the dejected way Lila had slunk away. She knew it was petty, but Lila had caused her enough trouble that she didn't regret the way everything had fallen.

“Ugh, Cesaire is utterly ridiculous for choosing Lila over you anyway,” Chloe sniffed, making Marinette giggle again. “Anyway, I need to spend the afternoon preparing for Gami’s evening plans so I'll talk to you in the new year.”

The line disconnected swiftly after Marinette said goodbye and she grinned at the phone for a moment or two. She knew that, whilst she would be facing some challenges in the next year, her friends wouldn't be one of those challenges anymore.

Marinette sketched until lunchtime, which is when someone finally came to find her. Cass had long since gone to find something else to do so the past few hours had been peaceful and productive. Steph grinned at her from the doorway, saying that lunch was being dished up. 

“Just so you know, we girls are planning to start getting ready after lunch,” Steph said, almost casually if not for the wicked gleam in her eye. “You're welcome to join us, but it means you won't see Damian until the gala as it's no boys allowed.”

“Obviously I'll come get ready with you,” Marinette said, laughing at the almost sinister glee Steph took in stealing her away for the afternoon. “Besides, Damian got me to himself for a week in Paris, I'd like to spend some time with the rest of you before tonight.”

Even though that was true, Marinette was disappointed when he wasn't at lunch. She didn't exactly know where he had gone, but wasn't worried. Someone else would have told her if he was out doing something she needed to worry about and he was likely preparing something for that evening.

So she let herself get dragged around to get ready for the gala, the other women cooing over the dresses she had made as part of her work at Wayne Enterprises. And for her own dress, she had created a pink skater dress, the bottom of it puffed out with a deep red, tulle underskirt. There were shimmering red beads creating intricate swirls across the skirt, and embroidered swirls in the same colour along the bodice. It was sleeveless with an open back, and she enjoyed the cool air along her skin.

“You look amazing, Mari,” Barbara said, her own dress safely secured around her. She had placed herself behind the designer, twirling hair into an elaborate bun for her. Once she was done, Steph took over with some shimmering makeup, tastefully done so that she sparkled when she moved. 

Cass gave her a nod of approval and Marinette grinned when she looked in the mirror. She felt like a princess, her dress falling just past her knee. If she had been with Chloe, she was sure there would even be a tiara affixed to her head. As it was, she thought she looked pretty amazing and not out of place.

She was the first one ready so she headed down to the atrium to wait with anyone else who was. She felt even more princess-like as she descended the wide open stairs, not unlike Halloween. But this time, Damian wasn't waiting with the others, which made her pout a little.

“Hey Pix, these monkey suits are alright!” Jason said enthusiastically, deciding to show her the full range of motion he had with his arms, which he hadn't been accustomed to before Marinette had become their head designer. “I have no idea how you made it comfortable, but I love it.”

“Practice,” she said, grinning. Tim and Dick also turned to thank her for making the suits but stopped to compliment her outfit first. She blushed at their praise but agreed that it was some of her best work. They carried on chatting amiably until the rest of the family joined them. Damian was the first one to enter after her and she let her gaze roam over him.

“Careful, Starling, or we'll have to miss the party,” he said in a low tone when he kissed her cheek. She flushed a deep red, smacking his arm when he chuckled and ducked away. “You look stunning, love.”

“And you look incredible, but you probably already knew that,” she said back, keeping her tone light. She knew he had been joking about skipping the gala but the suit she'd made fit him perfectly and did absolutely nothing to hide his physique. If he seriously suggested staying home, she would probably drag him to the room and lock the door.

“Alright you two, break it up,” Jason said, dragging Damian back. She was pleased to see the fabric she had used really did minimise wrinkling because she knew that it was something Tim and Bruce had wanted in case they had to do some intense activity unexpectedly.

They finally made it to the gala and Marinette stuck closely to Damian again. She knew it was unlikely that a rogue would strike when she was separated from him, but she didn't want to risk it. But thankfully the evening passed without incident, and before she knew it people were heading onto the large balcony to countdown to the new year.

She and Damian decided to stay in the ballroom dancing slowly to the music that had quietened considerably. He kept her close, barely moving as they swayed gently. She felt at peace in his arms and scarcely noticed the babbling crowds outside. All of her attention was in the man she had realised she loved a couple of months ago. 

“I am glad it has been a relatively peaceful evening,” he mused, glancing around the room. Marinette followed suit and realised that everyone else had exited to watch the fireworks. “But I am even more glad that we plan to be in Paris next new year. This gala has always been one of my least favourites.”

“Why's that?” She asked, curious as to what made this particular one worse than any others. He mumbles something and she was immediately suspicious. “Dami, you can't say something like that and then refuse to tell me. I promise not to make fun of you.”

“Tt, I do not know if it is a tradition in France, but here in the states, people enjoy marking the new year with their significant others. Those who do not have significant others tend to find themselves…harangued by other single parties to complete the tradition.”

“Oh,” Marinette said, flushing slightly. “Hm, yes, that is a tradition in France as well, but you know us Europeans: any excuse.” A silence spread between them, although they didn't stop swaying.

“Well, I suppose I will be less opposed to the tradition if I am with you,” he said sweetly, caressing her cheek and turning her face up towards his own. She blushed again as she heard the revellers outside begin the countdown. When they reached zero, she pulled him down to her, fitting her lips to his.

[mxjez]

it's that time during my yearly mha obsession that I attempt to redesign the girls.

Uraraka's isn't horrible, I just think the astronaut theme could've been executed better. And the more I look at the heel boots the more they weird me out. Plus, her belt plus pink strip gives underwear vibes.

Loose pants, chonky space boots. That's all I wanted. This is like a first suit versus updated suit thing.

Momo's is the fucking worst of course. The cape she gets later on is the only good part of her suit. I'd be find with her having heels, but not three inches or whatever's going on here. Two max for being out in the field.

I meant to give her a bit more heel but forgot. Anyway, her thighs, stomach, and back are exposed since they're bigger areas of fat and parts of her arms are also exposed since I kind of imagine her pulling out stuff by reaching over as it's created. Again, a first suit next to a later update one. I gave her a mask later...I guess cause Midnight has one, idk.

The more I look at Mina's the less I dislike it. It's not bad, but once I saw that in the manga her pattern was meant to resemble poisonous frogs I got a bit disappointed in the first one again. Plus, for a hero named Pinky there's a lack of pink in her suit. I know SHE'S pink, but if you're gonna make it your name then put it in the suit!

I'm not super happy with either of these, but I think I got my point across with the first one. Pink and poison pattern! The one on the right was just a fun experiment, maybe one of her dance outfits or something i dunno.

This isn't a redesign edit this is me trying to figure out how I want my fanfic quirkless midoriya to look. His hero suit is honestly really good and I couldn't think of what I wanted to change, so I just adjusted the mask to more clearly have a smile and gave him a knife. The second has Hatsume Mei's grappling gear so that he can sort of Spider-Man around, metal on his shoes for kicking, and a bit of jetpack power on his shoes so that he can cushion his landings, give his jumps a boost, and maybe move around similar to Gran Torino. I'm not sure if I'll keep the clunky hip grapples since he has them on his wrists, but I drew it just in case.

also I just drew ON TOP of their official designs since they're just meant to be quick idea sketches, so I'm not going to claim this as completely original art, but these are my edits so just keep that in mind.

[stargatesg-1obsessed]

Sam sketch!

I would say a quick one, but then I looked at it said I’d spent a little over an hour on it soo… apparently not.

I mean, obviously it doesn’t look exactly like her, but that’s a given. For me, anyway. Plus, it’s not meant to be realistic, this is just my art style. I want to colour it as some point, but I’m not sure.

I’m actually quite proud of this, because I don’t do digital art as much as I probably should. So consider.. it’s not too bad, I don’t think. Though I’ve thought that about some of my old drawings and then I’ve seen them recently and been disgusted.

Also, my new iPad case is great and all, but it won’t let me press the power button. So I can’t actually turn my iPad on and off.. ergo I can’t take a screenshot. I don’t know why, it’s got the button indent, my volume buttons have the same thing and works, but for some reason the power button doesn’t. It’s actually extremely annoying. I have no idea why. It’s really starting to annoy me. To the point I’m angry (probably just my pre period hormones kicking in, it still). So I had to faff about in settings and get a button on my screen to take a screenshot. Which isn’t ideal because I have to turn it on and off because I screen record a lot of stuff, and it’s visible. Aghh, I’m getting so pissed.

Anyway. Hope the sketch is ok. (Side note, I need to fix the mouth)

[joenhead]

ive been cursed to care deeply about these two losers and their relationship …they fill my thoughts every hour and i couldnt get rid of them even if i wanted to (which. admittedly i dont)

anyways ignore my melodrama, enjoy this small quick sketch i did, maybe ill finish it one day but for now its a sketch. (if kremys hand is weird its because hes meant to be holding his cane)

im on episode 17 and these two make me unwell i have so many clips on my phone saved about them and i can hear the cogs in my brain shifting (the memories of gifts and the wedding episode broke my brain)

[ash-is-dying]

Temporary Tattoo

A/N: Felt compelled to write a quick blurb after drawing one of these on my own hand. Idk guys the delulu is really getting to me today. Anyway enjoy!

Shy!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 782

Fluffy / Mildy Spicy Blurb

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“Just stay still Eddie!”

“But you’re taking forever!”

The pen runs over his knuckles as you outline the bones on his hand. You had spent the entirety of calculus at the back drawing on Eddie’s hand. He had breached the topic of getting a skeleton hand tattoo so you had made the generous offer to be his temporary tattoo artist.

His various rings had been scattered across the desk and the sleeve of his hellfire shirt had been rolled the full way up his arm exposing his actual tattoos alongside the detailed sketch on his left hand. You sat knee to knee with the boy as the arm you’re drawing with pins his arm to the table and the other holds his hand flat.

For someone who was covered in hidden tattoos you’re genuinely surprised by how much he moved while you were working and how whiney he was being about you taking too long.

“How long?”

“Eddie I haven’t even done your wrist yet. Chill your balls. We’ve still got half an hour anyway.”

He throws his head back and sighs deeply. His other hand starts to fidget, miming the chords for some metal song or another. His eyes close and he looks like a toddler who’s been denied chocolate from the shops. His head lolls to the side to look at you.

You’re completely oblivious to the look he gives you as he studies your concentrated face, biting your lip and your brows furrowed as you smoothed over the outlines you had drawn. Unbeknownst to you the real reason he was so all over the place wasn’t because the tattoo was taking too long.

It was because you were the one drawing it.

When you had started your gentle touches had left him flinching, moving towards your warm hands. Hence the need for physical restraint. Eddie’s cheeks flushed the moment you had wrestled his arm under yours, your closeness making his heart jump start. He could spend hours here just having you draw all over him. He’d let you fill every gap between his tats if it meant he could keep you like this.

The only reason he was now encouraging you to hurry was because he didn’t need the artist girl he’d been crushing on for months noticing the semi he was sporting. He had tried to slide further under the desk to make it less obvious but the hold you had on his arm was making things increasingly harder.

In both ways.

“I don’t think we need to do the wrist, just my hand is fine-” he said sharply.

“But didn’t you want a half-sleeve anyway? Thought you wanted me to try the whole tattoo.”

“As cool as that would be I kinda need my arm back sweetheart-” He says with an edge of panic in his voice.

“Okay okay, I’ll be done in ten.”

The next ten minutes were probably the longest ten minutes of his life.

For the fine detailing you had made the decision that you needed to get even closer. You had rotated his arm and had folded your leg over his, just adjacent to where he desperately needed you not to be. He watched anxiously as you shifted to finish off the tattoo. He genuinely tried to sink into his chair and disappear. If you had even a hint of what was happening under the desk he would be absolutely mortified.

“Why do you get so many tattoos Eds?”

Her sudden question pulls him out of his head. “Oh- um. I guess because they look cool? And they help me express a part of myself that I want to show people rather than tell them about.”

“Fair enough.” There’s a long pause. “Can I ask you something?”

Eddie’s brows raise in concern. “Yes?”

“Do you get this turned on for all your tattoo artists or just me?”

The silence is deafening as his eyes widen in shock and realization. He stutters as you move off of his lap unable to find the words. The bell goes and you begin to pack up your things not sparing him a glance until you put your hand on his shoulder and lean to whisper in his ear.

“If you ever need another tattoo done… call me okay.”

You give his cheek a quick peck as you turn away and walk out of the room with a flush on your face, leaving behind an extremely flustered and red faced Eddie. He looks down at his arm. It’s amazing of course. But what really catches his eye is the messily written phone number on the underside of his arm.

Maybe he will get another temporary tattoo.

[starlitecryolite]

Hello!! Was reading your fic recently and I'm wondering, what was the inspiration the aliases the colour gang has?

Ah, a wonderful question! :D

Red's name was actually from the comment section of the first chapter. I needed help coming up with a name, and from what I was given, I chose the Greek Name "Proteus"! I'm a sucker for greek mythology <3

Orange’s was a similar case, but this time I had people choose between Sketch and Canvas. Sketch won! Which fit better since they sort of have to sketch out quick drawings to get it done faster while in action.

Yellow- I had no idea. For now he's being called "Y", which is honestly cool, but I'm considering "Hephaestus", but maybe not considering it's lengthy.

Green's was almost going to be Siren, but it felt waaay too similar to other fics I've read from other fandoms. But Songbird seemed fitting, at least! I wanted it to really reference how he's associated with singing.

Blue's was by far the easiest. Witch, because- she's a witch. But witches are also very tricky to deal with! And Blue, even if she's powerless, is also very tricky to deal with.

And I'm not sure if Purple counts as the CG (most definitely not but they are quite important) but I'll share it anyway!

Purple’s alias was always meant to be Aeolus from the start. Another reference to greek mythology, since they seemed like the type to like that stuff! ^^

Thanks for the question! I appreciate it a lot, you have no idea.

[warywind]

Dergtober 4-8

Time to catch up on derbtober art! I meant to post these more regularly, oops.

Day 4: Pirate; featuring, err, she somehow doesn't have a name yet after 6 years. Current ideas are maybe Seaberry? Nebelung? We'll see. Anyway, she's one of the main combatants of a band of nocturne thieves. While most of the members prefer to stick to indirect combat and poisons should something go wrong with a mark, she's more than happy to start drawing her blades.

Day 5: Map; featuring Jasper. No, I did not draw all this that day, lol. I decided today's prompt was a good opportunity to make myself finish this drawing from March where I'd already drawn and colored everything except the map accent and a few other wing details. I just did not want to deal with that accent haha. The drawing originally was a style test to see how using exclusively hard-edged cell shading would look. It works alright for dramatically-lit irishim, but I don't think it's a style I would want to use for any length of time.

Day 6: Deity; featuring a real quick sketch of what it might look like for the Windsinger to pass by; keeping things loose and rough because if I went much further I'd have to start thinking composition thoughts and I didn't sign up for designing a whole landscape. XD The dragon far below is my random progenitor Aural. He's devoted to his deity and credits the Windsinger for having a better plan for him when childhood blindness made the plans his parents would have had impossible. His faith is a quiet one though, mostly shown through his dedication to individual freedom and making sure his clan is a place where everyone can thrive.

Day 7: Ancient; featuring, uhhh, also doesn't have a name. I guess I never decided how I want to handle Aberration name schemes. I hunted down which of my Ancients is the oldest by hatchdate. By lore, this pair is somewhat unusual among Aberrations in that their brains are linked, so its pretty loud in their heads as they are constantly aware of each other's thoughts. In theory this would allow them to coordinate pretty well, and they can when they are properly paying attention, but just as often they end up getting in each other's way. Such as here, where a noise behind them catches their attention and they end up bonking heads because they tried to move into the same space.

Day 7: Portal; featuring an extra quick sketch of Oneiri and a confused message recipient. Aural's son is close to flightless due to his tiny wing size, but makes up for it with dreameater abilities he gained from bonding with an ancient Baku. Jumping into the ethereal plane is a very effective way to travel! Oneiri's plane jumping is something I've wanted to draw for a while and I hope to make a more serious attempt at it sometime. The clan generally tries not to advertise his abilities because drawing attention is usually more hassle than it's worth, but pranking new clanmates that don't know is still fair game and I couldn't resist adding a startled onlooker in the corner. XD

[sleepysheepyxx]

IT'S TIME FOR MY HAL LORE DUMP!!! If you'd like to see any of what I have to bring to the table with my ideas/art, here you go!

Quick tidbit: I'm not amazing at designing characters, and MUCH less with robots. So some things are more just me making things up, but hey, it's sci-fi. We're stretching the imagination a bit here. Anyway, time for the actual lore dump from here on!

I wanted to add some info to this, mostly the "heavier than he looks" part because, well...

He looks like this.

In universe, it's just cheaper to make him smaller. Well, them, as same goes for Sal. (I don't currently have a full body for her right now, this is more about Hal at the moment, though. Most of all robot form tidbits applies to Sal as well).

Forgot to mention, that is also the reason they only have 4 fingers! [and totally not because drawing full hands is a massive pain in my ass]

It's also one of those things to make him more friendly, if that make sense. Yk, the soothing voice and human-like personality are meant to make him more relatable and friendly and non-threatening. So, he's a bit smaller than the rest of the crew. (Plus I feel like a tall Hal would be a bit spooky, and this AU is mostly going to be fluff)

On a similar note, he's padded with silicone. He gives... somewhat comfortable hugs.

(Metal skeleton is supposed to be dark gray/black, but this is just a sketch)

For the most part, it's to keep important, load bearing wires and his spinal area from wearing both itself, and tearing holes in the clothes. (And temperature regulation as seen in drawing)

I WAS going to add a drawing of him and Dave hugging for emotional support, but it looked a little too close to getting freaky deeky lmao (and I'm an anxious mess) so for now I'm not gonna have it on here. But if wanted I could post separately.

I'm just gonna say, I'm still workshopping a lot of ideas for this, I guess, AU. I will be adding Dave x Hal as a central ship, but for the most part will just be shenanigans with the Discovery crew.

I am open to headcanons n the like!

But for now this is just basic info for what I'm like, planning with my AU, and by extension account until I find something else to fixate on lmao.

Ty for reading <3

[okartichoke]

just to check in are u cool with long asks bc i realize i ramble Quite A Bit and my response is getting long again ^^; also meant to ask before! is they birdiness limited to just the wings and how people would behave with them, or is there more birdiness like bird calls and other bird traits? ik this started with just the wing sketches so idk if youve expanded The Bird Factor beyond that

yes yes long asks are totally chill ,, just expect long responses bwaha

TLDR for this one is: I've been approaching this AU more like a "humans who have wings" world, as opposed to a "humans who are half-bird" world.

they chirp !! (i'm gonna nerd out over a conlang real quick.) i want them to have a long distance language composed of chirps and whistles (it's less complex and can't convey as much as spoken language though) (kinda like Silbo Gomero (REALLY COOL whistle language spoken (?) on the Canary Islands), but more bird like and slightly most concise since birds have access to more sounds) (this language is understandable regardless of species). I believe this idea was inspired by Mariah Pattie, who made an avian species. It's been a while since I watched those videos, so I can't remember completely, but they're really videos regardless so I thought I would shout them out anyways!

but yeah mostly just the wings ! :3 Though, I think the wings do impact personality in-universe, and that's why so many people match the "personality" of the bird they have wings of.

Though also, I like letting bird-specific traits shine through kinda for comedic effect. Like the Feys 100% like shiny things,, and they have strong urges to put pebbles in water LOL. (Theres a character I'm considering to be a bird of paradise, and he DEFINITELY dances for his mate). I picture Apollo squawking a lot. A seabird-person would probably like to spend their time in the water. Just things like that.

That's kinda how I've been approaching it so far!

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