#art of my fic

[inexplicifics]

So... I just read if you give a nibling a knife... I really want to illustrate it.

Do you a) have a preference of medium between watercolour, gouache or digital.

B) is there anything visually you have in mind ( how the knife looks, specific clothes, ect)

Oh gracious, I am overcome with delight!

I must admit I haven't any preferences on medium - I am woefully undereducated in artistic techniques - but it's probably a dagger, not an eating knife, and for some reason I feel like the overlarge tunic ought to be red, though I'm flexible on that if something else makes better sense to you.

Eee! This sounds amazing!

[helluvahusker]

Have some mildly shitty fanart of one of my installments of sex shop au and everyone is poly bc I said so :)

[gimblerthe]

Day 16: Calamitas and Louis

I HAVE COLORED LIKE NEVER BEFORE! I love this one, it looks so GOOD. Looks like drawing somewhat consistently has actually improved my skill, would you look at that!

Anyway, this happens in the next chapter, which is mostly written by now. I could power through and release it tonight, but I probably won't because I don't feel like writing much more today.

Still, I should color more often. Maybe I'll focus on coloring stuff now instead of random sketches. (Maybe on developing hair, because dear lord, I need to learn how to give hair some bulk rather than have it look like a solid mass.)

[kellen-kat]

Hi there! I’ve recently just discovered you’re fic ‘Sweet Little Lies’ by chance and I’m so glad I did because it’s quickly become one of my favourites, so I have been binging and thinking abt it so much! Just wanted to let you know I made some fanart on my Twitter acc @frskdraws inspired by one of the scenes you beautifully created and aaahhh I was feeling too many emotions while reading that I had to immediately draw something🥺🥺🥺 I love love how you write the characters so much!! thanks for writing such an awesome fic !!

Here’s a link to my Twitter acc: https://twitter.com/frskdraws/status/1650293709177516032?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Etweet

AHHGGGGGGGHHHHHH oh my gosh this is bloody amazing, I’m IN LOVE!!!

I love how you’ve drawn the panels, super creative to make them like water ahhhh also Reigen’s expression hurts my heart he looks so SAD and Seri looks so concerned it’s PERFECT

thank you for sharing and what a massive compliment 💖💖💖 I’m going to be staring at your amazing art for years thank you so much

[holographings]

someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think

[jamjoob]

great heavens i haven't posted in a while

[yeehawpim]

a comic about fix-it fanfics

[itsscaredycat]

and they lived happily ever after 🥲🙏

[kellen-kat]

I’m ABSOLUTELY SCREECHING this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and captures that scene so amazingly???? You don’t know how much this has made my day thank you so so much !!!

I don’t even have the words to describe how beautiful this is aggghhhh I’ll be thinking about this forever, your art is EXCELLENT and I hope you have an amazing day you wonderful person!

I’m just overthinking the last chapter but it will be out very very soon!!!!

Drew some fanart of @kellen-kat ‘s fanfic, “Sweet Little Lies” on AO3! This is specifically from Chaptee 13, Mystify. I’ve never had a scene from a fanfiction hit me as hard as that one did. I tried to draw the scene as softly as possible especially since it was really emotionally charged.

Anyway I was absolutely in love with the fic, and can’t wait to see how it ends!

[ashrayus]

absolutely lost it over this fic by @neuro-psyche so. have this comic o(- (

go read it rn if u also love some Good identity reveal fic!!!!

[inexplicifics]

So every time there is a scene about the layout of the great hall, I have some trouble picturing it? Like is the dias with the throne all the way to the back wall? But if so, when people are being introduced is the head table between them and the dias? And “head of the table” of all the others? Does that mean with their back to the head table so they are the closest, or does it mean the other side so they have a direct line of vision to the head table? Cause I can imagine that last one being different in human courts vs Witcher court? Like humans just find it important to be as close as possible, but witchers modestly want a direct line of sight and not to put their back to the open space in the hall where brawls happen?

I have no idea if this makes sense. But basically, pretty please, do you have a crude layout sketch cause my brain keeps getting confused??

So Turtlette, over on the AWAU Discord Server, came up with this beautiful drawing:

Which is a lot better than anything I could do. There's the dais behind the head table; I think the hall extends a ways beyond that, and then there are doors in the back wall for Geralt's office and so on.

The Heads of Schools sit at the head of each table, with their backs to the head table.

Geralt doesn't sit in his throne much, and when he does, the table is moved out of the way - tables in medieval times were often trestles, and could be easily dismantled.

[arrja]

Sukuna finds a strange creature in the forest and decides to bring it home

Fanart inspired by- The Child With Marks on AO3 (Make sure to check it out!)

[mountainshroom]

i like the log and the pool

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Gravity Falls was strange, and the townsfolk even stranger, it seemed.

The twins had been unceremoniously dropped off on the side of the dusty road, the roar of the bus engine fading away as the driver wordlessly drove off without fanfare. The poor man had almost seemed close to tears ever since they had entered the thresholds of this seemingly innocuous town, all too eager to speed off and away while leaving the two children coughing and wheezing in its dust.

It had not even been a full minute since their lackluster drop-off before they became well acquainted with the oddly sociable and irritatingly chatty inhabitants of Gravity Falls. A single conversation with a pair of boisterous policemen already told them all they needed to know about the history of the town, as well as the whereabouts of their Great Uncle Ford.

"The Mystery Shack," the townsfolk had called it. It seemed as though their distant uncle had earned himself somewhat of a reputation amongst the locals. He was the town cryptid; the ever elusive mad scientist that lived in the outskirts of town in this so called "Mystery Shack". No one really knew who he really was; but everyone knew exactly who he was.

So, when the twins found themselves stood hand in hand in front of the rickety old shack, they hadn't really known what to expect when door had swung open with a deafening slam.

He was a strange man, their Great Uncle Ford. He seemed nothing like the cackling looney lab-coated madman they had imagined from what meager hushed information the townsfolk had offered them. It seemed as though the tales of a scientist gone mad that experimented on stray children that wandered into his spooky "Mystery Shack" was but a cruel rumor.

He mostly just seemed unhealthy, to be honest. His sickly, pale frame utterly drowned in the thick red woolen sweater that practically seemed to hang off of his lanky body like a second flap of skin. It made him look almost child-like, like a kid trying on their parents clothes; which somewhat diluted the intimidating effects of his looming height.

Although, the townsfolk's apparent fear of their Great Uncle Ford seemed to have some merit.

For one, Grunkle Ford really didn't seem all too human. He wasn't inhumane, per se; just, not entirely himself, if that made any sense. Looking at him was like looking at an incomplete puzzle; or looking at someone who you remember all your life wearing a hat, suddenly coming to work one day without one, and it takes a little too long for you to remember what is missing.

It was like Grunkle Ford had lost pieces of himself. Somewhere, to someone. His eyes seemed... almost empty. They were a little too dull and a little too opaque, lacking the lively shine of life everyone else seemed to have.

Another thing was that Grunkle Ford wasn't entirely alone. There was... someone else. The twins couldn't exactly pinpoint where, but they could feel its stare, whatever or whoever it was. They could almost feel its stare, a non-existent eye trailing a weird prickling sensation across their skin. The twins recalled the words of one of the townsfolk, a tall bestacled man with haunted blind eyes; although unseeing they could have sworn his gaze never seemed to leave them, as all he said was:

"Don't catch IT staring at you"

The twins had an odd feeling that IT was looking at them right now.

They didn't even notice when the pale bony hand of Grunkle Ford suddenly reached into their personal space, barely registering his words at all, much less the extra fingers that adorned each of his rough, worn palms.

They didn't take the hand.

If the twins had thought the outside of the shack looked decrepit, the inside seemed somehow even worse.

Every inch of exposed wall, ceiling or floor were utterly covered by sprawling symbols, summoning circles, and indecipherable words that seemed to be in an entirely different language than any the twins knew. They overlapped and tangled into one another into big, messy, red splotches of clustered nothings.

There were notes, diagrams on ripped pieces of aged looking paper scattered everywhere, with hardly any room for post-it notes squeezed wherever there was room. Lit and unlit candles were placed absolutely everywhere; either hidden in the dark corners or openly stood in the middle of the floor; sometimes in a circle, sometimes not. The melted fallen wax had coagulated into a hard white mess onto the floor; the smell of cheap vanilla scented candles intermingling with the smell of halloween fake blood (and Dipper was convince there had to be some real blood there, too) to create a sour concoction that stung their noses unpleasantly.

The shack was sparsely furnished with rarely any furniture at all. Not even a couch, the tables and chairs simply pushed to the walls to make more space for the endlessly swirling symbols and pentagrams. The twins were hesitant of stepping on any of the summoning circles, carefully sidestepping the candles and walking over the line of the pentagrams.

The attic, where they would be residing, was not much better.

Maybe they did end up in a mad scientist's house, after all.

[kellen-kat]

Hey! I made some art that was inspired by your fic Sweet Little Lies (I cannot get enough of it)! Its not really a scene- but the imagery of Koi really drew me in! Hope you like it!!!

https://twitter.com/_dinguswingus/status/1663211076870377478?t=KuYkj3s7HldV71vmYV3KsQ&s=19

Holyyyy omg I’m SCREAMING I can’t get enough of this art?? It’s so amazing I’m literally IN LOVE with the colours and the vibe and Reigen’s expression and aahhhhhhh!! The koi are exactly how i imagined them too!!!

Thank you so much for sharing and drawing this amazing super insane art!!!!!

[queenofmoons67]

I’m?! Thank you?! I love this art so much; I’ve been staring at it for like ten minutes now. The colors and the expressions and just EVERYTHING is 😍 Thank you so much for bringing this moment to life.

Warriors grinned, and the last bit of his strength slipped away, sending him crashing down into Legend. The veteran’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close, and Warriors leant into him even as his own arms tightened around Wild’s unconscious body. He wouldn’t drop the boy—not so close to the end.

“Hyrule!” Legend called, and turned around. Warriors stumbled with him in a bit of an awkward dance, dragged along by the other man’s strength.

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Based on this fantastic moment from Soldier On by @queenofmoons67 The whole fic is excellent and I’m literally starving for Wild & Warrior moments so hit just at the right time.