#but I wanna draw more again so it's a little challenge for myself :)

[itsalrightmeow]

He's just a little dragonfly fae guy

[justawrites]

Y'know what. I have about 10 more days before school starts again, so...

I wanna see people's Cult of the Lamb OCs. Not necessarily your Lambs and Narinders and Bishops and Goats and Yellow Cats (though I'd love to see them too <3) but like, completely-original OCs. Whether it's game sprites or drawings or just a little ramble about them, I wanna see and hear about them, and I'd love to be able to doodle and/or draw them. A little challenge for myself, but also a chance to let everyone spotlight their OCs a bit.

So, if you have OCs, here's your free space to talk about them- I'd love to hear all about them.

[drawthemoon101]

MXTXtober day 31 with Wei Wuxian’s Birthday/Day of the Dead! Happy birthday to our beautiful undead cultivator as creepy little skeleton🥳 Happy Halloween!!

Last day of MXTXtober😭😭 This has been so much fun to be a part of, from challenging myself to draw practically each day, to filling in the prompts and meeting more people in the community and seeing everyones work has all been amazing and I absolutely adored all of it! Thank you all for the kind comments and support, it really encouraged me to push through doing it all, and thank you to @jamiedraws__ for hosting this wonderful event!! Absolutely brilliant!!

I hope to see the people I met this year around a lot still as it’s wonderful to see everyones work inside and outside of the MXTX fandom! I also very much wanna join next years as well if I have time, so see you next year too!! Thank you all again and have a brilliant Halloween, or whatever you celebrate for the dead!💛☠️💗

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic march 4 - hair - 1125 words - NSFW

aka t4t jeggy for ino @veryinnovative <3

“Nah uh,” Regulus chides, tightening his fingers in the mess of James’ hair, pulling his head back, “Don’t start again.”

James whines pitifully, big baby cow brown eyes welling with tears where he’s blinking long lashes up at Regulus pleadingly, trying to get his movements back under control.

“No squirming, baby,” Regulus presses out between shudders as he keeps riding James’ bare thigh, small cock gliding back and forth easily with all the slick and sweat between the two of them.

The hand on Regulus’ hip twitches and James throws his head back into the mountain of pillows keeping him up with a whimper.

“I know, darling, I know,” Regulus coos, caressing James cheek with his free hand, leaning closer, letting his breath spill over James’ parted mouth, the roll of his hips never relenting, “But we said no cuming for a while, didn’t we?”

James’ eyes squeeze shut with another helpless noise, his thumb digging into the soft spot of Regulus’ waist harshly, “Mmgh, baby, can we—please—please, need–”

Regulus tugs at the roots of black hair again, harder this time and James cuts off with a high-pitched sound. 

He repeats, pointedly, “What did we say?”

“We said–” James swallows roughly, eyes continuously dipping down to watch where Regulus’ pink folds slide over the tan muscle of James thick thigh, smearing pre-cum and getting the dark, coarse hair at both their centers obscenely wet, “We said I only get to cum once you have.”

His voice is a thin, fragile little thing that Regulus wants to cup his palms around carefully and then devour down his throat, swallow it in one big gulp, letting it slide down the length of his tongue like the sweetest nectar. It whacks Regulus with giddy shivers and he leans in to lick into James’ mouth as reward.

His boyfriend trembles helplessly through it, always so much more turned on with just that little bit of oral stimulation, moaning and whimpering against Regulus’ tongue. He stays miraculously still all the way through it and Regulus parts their lips with a satisfied hum, scratching at the back of James’ skull soothingly as this one chases after his mouth.

“Look at you doing so good,” Regulus purrs, frotting closer in James’ lap and feeling his thigh slot farther between James’ legs.

He draws in a sharp breath, one hand immediately fisting in the sheets at their side, “Baby.”

“Ssh,” Regulus dismisses his protest, fighting hard not to let his lips twitch into a devilish grin, “Gotta get closer to you to make myself cum, baby. You understand, don’t you?”

Another roll of hips, more uncoordinated the more Regulus feels the coil in his gut tightening and he can’t help the delirious little chuckle that presses from his chest when James keens, visibly troubled about finally receiving friction but still under the confines of their agreement.

“Regulus,” James presses out, chest heaving with the challenging task of reigning in his arousal. He’s glowing with sweat, beading on the stubble over his top lip, mouth kiss bitten, swollen and red, and eyes shining warmly with the afternoon sun coming in from the window over Regulus’ shoulder. There’s a now permanent knit to his full brows, sheen of tears layered over his agonizingly prettily eyes and a look on James’ face like he’s equal measures despaired and also couldn’t love Regulus any more than he does in this very moment.

It gives Regulus his own little high, cunt pulsing, cock twitching and with a sudden lap of arousal washing over him, making his skin prickle, he’s pushed so much closer to the edge. Regulus blames it on that then, he thinks, stuttering through a moan of his own, what comes out of his mouth next, “Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me?”

He accompanies it by thumbing at the swell of James’ lower lip and watches closely as the scale tips for his boyfriend. Equal parts panic and arousal dumped into both cups on either side of the brass device, simply making it fall off the table entirely. Watching as James’ eyes roll back and he’s forcefully shoved over the edge.

It looks like James tries to put up a fight against it at first, breath hitching precariously, short little pants and puffs, high pitched noises but with every thrust of Regulus’ hips, every push of his own thigh against where James himself is sinfully slick he breaks eventually.

Gushing warm and wet over Regulus’ skin with a shout, face contorting with ecstasy, grip tightening on Regulus’ hip and in the end that’s all it takes to give Regulus the release he’s been chasing as well.

His hand clamps down over the nape of James’ neck with a strangled moan, muscle in his arm straining as he ruts his groin uncoordinatedly down into the meaty muscle of James’ thigh, quivering with the force of his orgasm.

That’s when James blinks his eyes back open only for them to flutter again at the sight of Regulus cuming, a moan punching out of him in response to witnessing Regulus’ climax and then tipping his chin up and reeling Regulus into another kiss like a can’t help himself.

They ride out their orgasms together, groaning and humming into each others’ mouths until they’re lazily making out and twitching at the occasional shift of muscle pressing into their oversensitive cocks.

Regulus separates them eventually, driving both hands through James’ hair from front to back and digging his short nails into his boyfriend’s head, hair damp, and content to just look at him for a bit.

James blows out a breath, cheeks puffing out adorably before he slips into a blissed, dimpled grin, gazing back up at Regulus with stars in his eyes. “Fuck,” he breathes, radiating and looking entirely too handsome in the orange sunset hue for Regulus’ post-orgasmic weak spot.

Regulus hums in response, a smile tugging on his lips and he’s frankly too exhausted to keep it in check. Still, he cocks an eyebrow at James, “Thought I was supposed to be the one cuming first?”

James groans openly, hips giving a feebly twitch, and then quickly slings his arms around Regulus’ back, burying his face in the crook of his neck, “You were so mean about it– calling me a good boy, what did you think was gonna happen?”

His body is warm and sturdy pressed against Regulus’ front, his breath humid and equally warm against the skin of his neck and Regulus would bet on the fact that his cheeks are back to tinted a faint scarlet.

The grin sneaks onto his face without notice and Regulus only breaks it for a moment to press a kiss against the side of James’ head.

[winterpower98]

I'm exited to see your new Cursed AU stuff!

But also, take all the time you need and want to creat it! We can wait, and I would hate for you to burn yourself out!

I hope you find time to relax a bit during the rest of the month/in the new year ^^

(I was playing with the thought of comissioning you again, but I don’t have the character reference finished xD I was thinking it about damn time that I get it done! But now that I read how stressed you are, I'm kind of glad that I've been prograstinating. I would have felt horrible for potentially pilling more stress onto you...

Oh, but don't get me wrong! I'm still going to comission you! I just wont rush it, in hopes that you are less stressed once I actually finish that character reference xD)

Also, COMPLETELY off topic:

Do you ever plan on actually watching My Little Pony? Or will you just continue making redesigns without watching it? XD

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I have been trying my best to rest and relax, it's just so frustrating when you want to draw but don't have the time or energy to do it.

I just wanna go back to make things for my AUs but everything is being mean to me X0

And I don't know, honestly. I was watching it before one of my friends had to leave the country. But I don't think the show is that appealing for me to just watch it for myself. Plus, I think doing redesigns without knowing anything about the characters has a bit of a challenge to it.

[nathandrakeisabottom]

Headcannons about them with an anxious SO? Love your stuff x

Thank you, friend! Now, in full canonical honesty, I don’t believe that either Nathan or Sam would be particularly good at dealing with their deeper anxiety, let alone someone else’s, let alone someone else’s who they loved dearly and would only be afraid to make it worse (that many crumbling bridges and a guy’s gotta if consider his only superpower is the ability to destroy everything he touches) for most of their young lives. 

However, I do believe that post-UC4 (perhaps a little earlier for Nathan), and a good dose of necessary therapy (paid for in pirate coins, of course)--- they’d be more than willing to finally take on the challenge. 

For themselves, and for the person they love more than anything.

Drakes with an Anxious S/O Headcanons

Nathan:

In his younger days, the prince of the awkward smile and half-hearted clap on the back. A pulley doll whose only catchphrases were “Man, that’s hard”, “Yeah. Yeesh.”, and “Soooo, I guess this would be a bad time for a joke, huh?”. Scurries to the bathroom as soon as they’re not in tears anymore, and stays there for as long as it takes to stop hearing the residual sobs.

However, his late 30s and 40s bring him a much healthier perspective (and therapy— Jesus, finally) and being the smarty pants he is, he passes on no opportunity to put his new skills and knowledge to use.

That playfulness and desire to find the lightness in even the hardest situations never leaves him at any age, though.

A panic attack? “‘Is something… wrong with you’? You realize you’re talking to the guy who accidentally destroys ancient temples for a living, as an archaeologist? And I still consider myself a not so bad guy. So in my eyes, you’re basically a lesser known Mesopotamian god.”

Got a bad grade? “A D in Psychometrics? I don’t know, sounds like they don’t know anything about math if they’re using a letter to grade you. Maybe they should go get their teaching certificates checked. Hey, how ‘bout I just draw you a PhD myself? You know I have an eye for art.” 

Dealing with shitty parents? Landlord? Roommates? Exes who won’t leave you the fuck alone? “What? That buffoon? Guy who can’t even spell their own name right? That asshole isn’t worth a thought of a thought of a thought in your head. Pretty sure they haven’t had a thought in their own head since 1996.”

As soon as the first wide-toothed smile is won, he’s leaning into his partner with a secretive smirk: “Ya wanna get the hell out of here?” 

Because distractions always helped him before. 

Will act especially gentlemanly, and theatrically play it up, while taking their partner for a frozen yogurt, antique shop, Target trip, public park, laser tag (yes, really) decompress. Bows when he opens the car door for them. Pays for everything. Calls them ‘your majesty’ for the entirety of the excursion.

All he wants is to get them to smile. And he’s not stopping until he sees it. 

When the night creeps in and his S/O starts to lose steam, Nathan’s own worry grows more obvious, though he tries his best to keep it to himself. 

Watches them with wide eyes. Gives them space, but still asks every few minutes if they need a cup of water. No? Tea? Arnold Palmer? Popsicle? Massage? Hot Pocket? Sexy pillow fight? However many it takes to make his partner laugh again. But he fully means every offer he gives.

Says nothing as he helps them undress and into their PJs. Touches are tender and intimate, gently rubs their shoulders and neck. Never too hard, never too direct. Plays the friendly ghost and lets their partner take the lead, but never, ever just sits around to watch.

Makes them a beverage of some sort, even if they say no. Hot lemonade with honey is his personal homecure. Says yellow is a happy color, so it must be good for you.

And right before they turn the lights out, Nate timidly offers— with a shy, trying chuckle— if they want him to read them a bedtime story. 

Somehow shocked every time they say yes. Mumbles something self-derogatory about himself (“Ya know, not the best actor, but—” “Personally I think I have the voice of a dying goose, but—”) before sitting on the nearest surface and cracking open a book.

If he’s still feeling a little awkward, will uneasily ask if they wanna hear what he’s been reading lately, and will do so if asked— but really wants to read the pirate storybooks his mother read to him and Sam when they were kids.

It always made him feel better when the world felt too big, too scary, too cruel. 

So he wants to share it with the person he loves. 

He wants to share everything with the person he loves.

And without even asking, goes to the medicine cabinet and brings them a tablet of whatever they need when the anxiety gets especially bad, and says “I know, it’s scary. But we’ve been through scary before, right?” with a kiss on the cheek as they swallow it down with a sip of lemonade.

Lingers, eyes down, and vaguely nods to nobody as he stands and walks to the door.

“Want me… uh, want me to keep reading to you?” But he offers before he can even get past the door frame. 

“Do you want me to want you to keep reading to me?” 

And the last thing he wants to see is his love, alone. The idea of them crying beneath the covers because they were too afraid to burden him with it, too afraid to be seen. Everything he felt he had to do when he was 6 and his mother “passed”, age 9, 10, 11, 12 after a black eye, the words that his brain told him wrong: spoken aloud by the playground bullies he feared he’d never be stronger than. 

But he knew they were wrong. The bullies were wrong. The ones in his brain. The ones in theirs.

“Yes.” He replies without missing a beat. 

And he makes sure to hold their hand in his free one until the second they fall asleep… and a few hours after, just to be safe.

The next morning they fucking better expect breakfast in bed— and he maybe, just maybe, might even be willing to spring for McDonald’s, if that’s what they want. As long as they promise to eat actual fruit after. And hell, maybe even a vegetable or two when he makes dinner that night. Did you know that eating right and exercise are actually primary solutions to poor mental health—? That’s what Dr. Dorian said— No, potatoes don’t count as a vegetable— no, especially not if it’s fried— NO, FRENCH FRIES DON’T COUNT, BABY—

Sam:

Sam takes a bit longer to warm up to discussing anxiety than Nathan does, mostly due to struggling so deeply with it on his own. It’s not like prisoners (or Shoreline guards) made the most comforting companions. 

The better he could keep secrets, the less he could reveal, the safer he’d be.

So it makes sense that it’s both his greatest strength and weakness when it comes to emotionally turbulent times. 

In his younger, more avoidant years, he’d be the first to leave the room, leave the building, hell, sometimes even leave the city after a particularly heavy cry or confrontation with his then-partner. Only to come back the next morning and act like nothing ever happened. 

But now, he doesn’t run. After prison, after Rafe, after Madagascar, all he wants is to be allowed to stay. To be wanted to stay by someone who loves him. 

Is happiest to just sit with you in the silence. His biggest skill is his ability to weather the storm. And whether you need to scream bloody murder, or need to sit and decompress and just fucking feel, but can’t do it alone, Sam’s there. Listening. 

Once you’re done talking, he takes one last, long drag of his cigarette, stubs it out onto the pavement, and asks simply: “So do you want solutions… or something else, sweet’art?” 

You can see in his eyes— darting less than solid, certain against your own— that he really means it, in every way that he was too afraid to when he was younger.

The wonderful and terrifying thing about having anxiety while Sam is there is that it’s a vulnerable experience for the both of you. He’s learning, discovering, trying right along with you. And he may not be able to lift you up so easily, but he’ll be able to sink into the dark places with you, and not be afraid to see what’s down there. 

And maybe seeing someone he loves so deeply, sees as so beautiful, so smart, so kind, so wonderful, so absolutely perfect to him feel the same ways he does about himself… maybe it makes him think that he’s not as terrible as his brain tells him, either. 

Helps you take action by letting himself (finally) not be the smart one: “When ya… get like this, what do you usually do first, sweet’art? Paint me a pit’chure.” Gives you complete control, and smiles softly when you wipe your tears and the logical, the archaeological mind awakens. Mimics unraveling an ancient map when you begin to explain, and you inadvertently hiccup out a laugh. 

At times, it’ll feel like he’s trying to run again, but when he stands up and walks across the room— he always returns. This time with your favorite of his jackets, the denim one that smells like him even though he just cleaned it, and drapes it protectively over your shoulders. Clasps his palm at the back of your neck and rubs out the knot he always finds there. Smiles toothy and wide when your words are broken up by sighs of relief. Only to be filled once again with silence, gazes meeting sweet and safe. 

“Remember Indonesia?” He offers with a smirk, despite your furrowed brow.

“I guess? What about—?” 

“I read the runes’ instructions and ran us in circles all around Bali, only to reread the transcript and realized I got three letters completely wrong. J—V—A. Java. It was goddamn Java the entire time.” 

“Your point being?” 

He smiles and shrugs. Trying. Maybe he’s wrong, a foreigner in some ancient, uncertain land, but he tries.

“Sometimes our brains are just wrong.” He tries for you. “That’s all.”

You sniffle, and he leans in to press a prickly kiss to your cheek. His jacket is still warm from the dryer, wafting with the residual sting of cigarette, Old Spice Captain, cheap mouthwash, even cheaper aftershave, and something else completely unnameable. 

And maybe some others would think the scent appalling, but it’s the strangeness, the specificity, and yes, the stank— everything that makes Sam him— that makes you love it. Love him. The depth. The difference. 

The pain, and what he chose to do with it. 

Another kiss, this time down your neck. This time, the sigh of relief is his own.

What he chose to change it into. 

“So… any chance sex therapy might be a thing?” He asks grinningly.

“Why don’t we find out, ‘sweet’art’?”

[clutchpowers]

2024 coming to an end means that my personal 10th anniversary is also coming to a close... sad! i didn't draw as much (or at all) as i wanted but one thing i did wanna post was this! the 100 faces of a character challenge!!!!! though i guess its more of an art progression thing. from my very first fan art to the most recent its been a journey that makes me feel things....... and if you care to read a ramble thats under the read more but TLDR waah waaah *water shoots out of my eyes* i love this game so much and ty to everyones whos stuck around!!!!!!!! :'^)

man. idk i know i kinda went on a similar rant last year during the games 10th so hopefully this wont be too long but if you told me that 10 years ago i would have become OBSESSED with this stupid ass game id probably believe it. man tlm just came out and it was my THING i was getting back into clutch powers too so. i always like to joke that one way or another i would have been dragged into the hell that this game took me down into. but something about this year being my personal 10th!!! idk!!!! i had time to reflect on my entire journey that lead me here. all the stupid AUs and fanfics and shit i dont post/talk about and keep to myself vs the things i do end up putting out there. i dont joke when i say im obsessed they really did infect my every thought, action, being, personality, ALL OF IT. which is why it makes me sad that i could do everything i wanted for reasons both in and out of my control. and it sucks cus i love this game so much, i love THEM so much. i dont know where id be without them, they and the game makes me so happy in ways sometimes you wouldnt believe. i love that more has come out about the game and its slowly but surely broken apart, i love collecting my pieces of merchandise that i bet some people dont even know EXISTED, i love setting up my yearly displays with them, i love that i have a laptop strong enough that can run the game and i can play it again if i wanted to! even if all i ever draw is chase and natalia know that i truly do love EVERYTHING about this game. im always planing but never drawing. so many ideas in the backburner that id love to put out but i dont feel like im there yet to make it perfect. these pieces/ideas can and WILL come out tho, sadly not durring the year of my 10th but who knows what the freaking future holds.... and you know, i was rambling earlier when i was putting this together that i remembered everything about these drawings, where i was in life, what i was thinking/doing etc. etc. its this time capsule that special to me and my journey. from someone who hated all their art and would constantly delete it to someone who went digging for as much as i could so that someday in the future id have something to really look back on and see the passage of time (aw man) right in front of me. im super happy i did. so many memories of me being online and losing my damn mind, walking/talking in circles about the same thing, hoping and wishing something new would happen with them. some of my friends have seen the spiral since day ONE and i think thats funny. cus it really has been that long hasn't it.

anyway, thank you everyone! from people who followed me back when i was 1980-somethingspaceguy/my old DAs to this account, from the drawing that i made to celebrate the remaster being announced to the lead up of the 10th anniversary. from all the posts in between, and the 5th-10th anniversary posts. the redraws, the asks, the friends, the lurkers, the enjoyers. fans old and new of this game, whether you gave it a try because of me or you didn't. thanks for sticking around! heres to another 10 years! if Tt still wont do anything in the next 10 years then i'll still be here making Something.

as a little bonus, heres a piece from every* year! dont give up and keep drawing everyone!!!!!!! :'^)))))))

[simothys]

over a month ago, @ice-knife tagged me in a WIP wednesday.. and, well, its certainly not wednesday, but i do have wips!

so, ive technically had this WIP (of Vincent and Felix as Leyendecker's Couple Descending Staircase) for over a year now. buuut first my motivation for art died, then my laptop died, taking the initial file with it! so i figured id restart anyways cuz i didnt like how it had been going!

ive had this piece sitting at Almost Finished for a while now. im in the last bits of rendering (ive made more progress since this screenshot), which means that any progress doesn't look like much? im sure ill love it when im finally done w it tho!

been slowly but steadily working on how i wanna draw Soul-Steady Marrow :D im rlly fond of its design so far, ive mostly just gotta piece together some outfits now :)

IM SO HYPED FOR THIS ONE!!! rn im still toying around with the composition. a scarab will be resting on its finger here, but i was also thinking about maybe doing something additional in his shadow? but honestly i think ill leave it. it will be wearing jewelry and potentially some loose draping clothes, so hopefully thatll satisfy my need for the piece to be super complex! im so used to drawing in incredibly saturated colors, so im gonna try to challenge myself a little w this one :)

:D yayy!! im tagging @dumpstermaster @ice-knife (again) @emmrichvolkarnage @crowshuh @planet4546b @rat-puppie @battleaxeproficiency @jupiterplanetpower @drefwormwoods and anyone else who wants to!

[pixelatedraindrops]

Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

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That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

[sunflowertoonz]

How did you study anatomy? I am trying to learn but am stumped 🥲

Hello beloved anon! I started because of a muscle system's test and it was drawing was the best way for me to study ngl... Also assume half of the terms here are misspelled

WRITING AND DRAWING HELPS WITH MEMORY AND SO DOES PRACTICE!!

So first you should have a basic idea of how bodies are built (I'm using sketches i already have). The basic shapes of how things fit together. Use rectangles, cylinders, spheres, whatever works! We need a base before we get into complex stuff

I drew my little base underneath and used a TON of references. I started with the arms because it's only 5 you really need to know. Deltoid, Bicep, Tricep, flexors and extendors. You can usually get away with not doing the flexor and extendors but I draw them for accuracy's sake for diagrams

Ones I suggest the most are: Pectorals are also pretty important, they tend to stand out Biceps Triceps deltoids Gastronemius (the orange calves in the above image) gluteus maximus, everyone loves those.

The reason why those specifically is those are the ones that stand out the most. They make the curves of the body (technially that would include the brachiradialis, but if you do that then may as well do the flexors and extendors)

Everything else you can bs until it looks good, i will be frank

I wanted to go in-depth so i made a static little dummy, gathered as many references as i needed, and just replicated what I saw.

If you wanna learn what they are called (I'm pretty sure you want to just know how to draw them though, so you can skip this) then make sure to LABEL them. I WILL SAY IT AGAIN, WRITING AND DRAWING HELPS WITH MEMORY AND SO DOES PRACTICE!!

After that I just put the bases in various poses and drew the muscles over them, challenging myself to do so without refs. Poses that are more dynamic help with knowing how they interact outside of just being relaxed. How they relax and contract (Biceps are really squishy, they almost turn into a ball when you curl your arm!!)

Of course you can just NOT label them, or section them off. You can, of course, just look at bodies and draw them WITH SKIN. You don't need to know the name of every one. Everyone's goals are different, and this is just how I did mine!!

Remember to have fun with it!!! Remember to take breaks!!

Also I still regularly use tubes in my art for the legs and arms. But it's like... better tubes.

[artthemasquerade]

DVMNINKTOBER Day 11 Akira x Miki

So I've been slowly, slowly been working my through this year's Devilman Inktober by nozoshii created for the community https://www.tumblr.com/nozoxshii/763169423585673216/i-made-a-devilman-inktober-prompt-list-for-the?source=share

For day eleven is fave pairing or duo and wellllllll, you all know that I have a lot of ships for Devilman so I decided to draw out five different pictures of each of my ships, Ryokira, Akira/Miki/Ryo, Satan/Zennon, Ryo/Miki and Akira/Miki and as I've said before I had gotten sick around the time I was working on the first of the pictures for this prompt and it really delayed things a lot and not to mention I was challenging myself a lot with these pieces, I want to really craft some good backgrounds like the old masters and while I don't think I've quite captured their ability to do those backgrounds I am pleased that I did go the extra mile for these pieces, I learned a lot making these especially since I was so limited in working in only black and white, so making sure the values were good was extremely important here!

The third picture is Akira and Miki kissing deeply in a seclusive cluster of the forest, and was the last picture I had made of this little series XD I did use reference for the cuddling and kissing pose but I barely took much from this Gustave Doré illustration (again for Paradise Lost) and mostly used it as inspiration for this image https://www.pinterest.com/pin/pinterest--312226186681633258/

And now to talk about what I love about Akira and Miki! :3 I really enjoyed Akira's and Miki's chemistry in the scenes they had together in the manga and the OVA and the sweet kiss they shared in the Amon OVA and the sweet caring dynamic they had in crybaby. I just love how mushy Akira can be for Miki, and honestly we all know Akira would burn down the world for Miki and in Devilman vs Hades he actually destroys humanity after the mob killed Miki! They are both each other's light in the craziness of the world and I really like that a lot. And I think Miki deserves to have a devilman bf too! :3

Though I'll be honest I wish more creators did a better job of showing why Akira/Miki work well together, far too many creators fail to show why they are fun by making them very bland or just not show how they work together and just expect you to ship them cause they are the M/F couple and do nothing else. Like they need to show off their fun chemistry and Miki's toughness and Akira's softer side with her more, its something I would like to see more in another adaption.

Ah well, I'll be writing of what I wanna see out of these two in my fics I suppose XD

and of course I love to ship these two in poly relationship with Ryo since I feel its one of the key components of the ship!

[ace-and-ink]

i spend the night feeding off your warmth in bed

never naked but never clothed

i would rather slaughter what remains of my dignity

than soil this body that is less a temple

more a bunker

i make a wish on every breath that leaves

your mouth

and most of them are me

begging that you’ll take another

you don’t know but i ask you every hour

if this is really where you wanna be

if this is as much your garden as it is mine

do you really love laying with a woman

as you would a man?

does sharing the bed with one like me

not make you dream of the stones

they would throw?

i waste so much moonlight

talking to your back

just asking if you know you can leave

waiting for the one day when

you get up from your fake sleep

grab your coat and your shoes and your keys

and keep the lights off as you walk out

into the night like i

all but plead for you

to do

in the morning i throw myself at your feet

like i still believe that praying does anything

i clutch your ankles and i become cain

to my own instincts

i shed a tear for every sin i’ve committed

two for every one i didn’t know

the witching hour knows this scene better than

the witches know the fire

sunrise to your back, you could be

something holy

but you have hands and a voice

softer than paul, though you talk to me

the same

locusts in my gut leave me nauseous

you can’t lead me to salvation

but would you let me follow you

through the sea you part?

take me a little closer to the light?

i don’t need a kingdom

but you bring heaven to me and i still

wonder why

in the afternoon i cling to you

like a sinner’s guilt

like my clothes to my back

when realistically i know i should shed them

how can we be lovers if i never do?

how can i be a believer if i never read scripture?

i can preach all i please - telling you

how much i love you and how

you make my world go ‘round and there

must be something out there because it

gave me you - but does it

really count if we never

let dirty hands run over holy words?

is it not enough to covet the book covers

to refuse to open them and claim

we don’t want to ruin it and its holiness?

i preach my sermon to you again and i can’t

figure out if i’m your priest or if you’re mine

because when i finish mine you give me

yours

in the church of your apartment i know that

habit will draw us to the altar of your bedroom

and instinct will pull us to the sanctuary of your bed

i know communion follows the word

you drank the red wine blood

i always chose to not but i can

smell it on your breath and your skin

and after the wine comes the consumption

of the flesh

of the body

how can i challenge the decree

made divine by perpetuation

and deny you the heaven you seek?

after all, aren’t i supposed to

crave the salvation it should bring me?

but we wander there and you close the door

you push the boulder to seal my tomb

but when we lay you leave me untouched

you watch me with a smile and the only

way you handle me is with the care of a shepherd

looking over his last little lamb

and when we go to bed that’s truly all you do

you leave me spared as you promised

but that leaves me vulnerable

and i sit and watch you like a guardian angel

but i spend all night wishing and watching

and feeding off your love like

i need it to live (i do)

like i need you to survive (i need you too)

— as god intended

[wildfirefruitjars]

Guess I wasn't completely done with family portraits, for here is house Clegane! Though this time I made it more difficult for myself and didn't just draw siblings, but also parents, and because I hate myself I also drew said siblings as kids... I had fun, tho! It was fun playing around with how much or little I wanted them to look like each other, and it was of course quite the challenge to "babify" the characters!

Oh well, first of course have Daddy and Mommy Clegane! We know very little about either, but I like to imagine they hate each other <3

Gregor I took great pleasure in giving freckles as freckles are adorable and Gregor is anything but! Also I wanted him to look around twelve as a kid, but he looks older... but that's fine, we know he was a huge preteen anyways!

The Piss-puppy himself, Sandor. I've drawn his scar on his right instead of his left as I usually do, as somebody (Sansa) is very confusing/inconsistent about what side it is! -_- Also babby Sandor is supposed to be around seven (again, looks too old, but Cleganes just grow quick, ok!) I was just gonna draw him post-burn, but then I was struck by the powerful urge to give him a bowl cut, which just wouldn't work well when bald on one side!

And then we have the sister, whose tooth was definitely knocked out by Gregor! She is supposed to be around five as a kid.

The sister is actually the reason I drew them as children as well as adults. All we know about the sister is that she died young under queer circumstances, which is rumored to be Gregor's fault. We don't even know where she lays age wise in the sibling order! But by dying young, I assume she probably died while under ten, but I originally didn't wanna draw kids, as I wanted to draw facial features and young children are just round-faced, button nosed blobs, so I just drew her as an adult! But then I decided I ought to challenge myself, and I drew babies!

If anybody somehow was bored enough to read my whole ramble, I'm sorry... as a bonus you can get to hear my headcanon names for the unnamed Cleganes!

I like to call daddy Clegane for Rolder and his father for Caspor (whom I might draw one day) Mommy Clegane I've decides to name Tanda and for the sister I've chosen Lynora :P

[cookkoo]

I DID IT!!! agsdhjkaa

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Ok I haven't done this since 2018 it feels weird asdfjka. But since I finally able to complete the challenge I feel like it's ok to talk about it

First of, thank you for all the hearts and the reblogs— the tags are great as usual lol. could never stressed this enough but these interactions really fire me up. So thank you!!

Now for the reflection part

tbh I was not really sure what I was trying to achieve when I started drawing this year challenge, but one thing is I draw way too little and there's not enough shumako content in my own sketchbook

Long story short, this challenge has been a great journey, I did surprised myself a lot of times, especially day12, hotdamn I never knew I could draw a back this hot asdfhgja. But also, for someone who have been holding the ideas of 'drawing is suffering, and it will always kills your ego because you will never be good enough' mentality, doing this challenge kinda fix that in a good way. Sure, my back still ache and I pulled way too many all nighters for my own good, but I really really enjoy almost every moment of these past two months.

(Let's not talk about the fact that it took me 2 months to finish O}-{)

I think I should add that working traditionally (altho it kinda turn into more of a mix media at some point) really was refreshing. Inking is a bit unforgiving in a way, but it does give my brain good exercise, looking for solutions when making a mistake. It also kinda forced me to stop overwork on some parts, forgive myself (since there's not much I could do with those thick paint) and move on.

Also, this challenge finally give me the opportunity to express my love to P5S asdfjagd. Srsly tho, it came out when I stuck in a very bad slump. So I'm very happy I got to draw the PT hanging out and enjoying their summer together

Anyhow! Since I'm actually completed it, I'm thinking of compiling them and turn them into a zine. So, one more time, I hope I'm not jinxing myself, but I might comeback with a few more drawtober posts just because I wanna show how the zine gonna turn out asdfagj

If you read it this far then, uh, that's a lot of reading. Thank you once again for letting me cover your tl with my ted talk! lmao Hope you will stick around because I'm not done expressing my love to my OTP. Until then~!

[whumpy-wyrms]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

here’s some wholesome Dew art because he deserves to be happy :3 (also his sweater is supposed to look like colorful firework explosions)

now here i go getting all sentimental under the read more…

first off, thanks @mottinthemainpot and @toyybox for requesting New Years art because i wouldn’t have drawn this otherwise!! it was fun and i love how colorful it turned out :D

also here’s the version without the background

anyway, i have to say that making this blog was one of the biggest highlights of my year. i did so many things that i thought i’d never do! like show my writing to people, post oc stuff… make actual friends. seriously, just creating something that makes other people happy is what i’ve always wanted to do, and i did it! writing and drawing are my favorite hobbies and i’m so so happy that i’m making other people happy by doing what i love more than anything.

i know TLLR may not matter all that much to other people, but it had a huge impact on my life. it caused me to start sharing my stories instead of keeping them in my head, it caused me to come out of my shell and actually talk to people online, and make so many amazing friends that i never would have met otherwise. it made it easier for me to be myself and interact with people, instead of hiding or being too shy like i’ve been doing my whole life. i used to be soo scared of talking to people online, because i thought nobody would like me or i’d be too awkward. but all of your amazing support made me able to do that, made me able to express myself and find a friend group that i can relate to and who likes me for me. that’s something i’ve always wanted, so thank you all!!

ever since i was 12, it was my dream to make something- a series and characters- that inspired others and made people happy (aka the same impact that Gravity Falls had on me). i know TLLR isn’t much, and it’s not super popular or anything, but i’m so unbelievably happy that i created something that makes people excited to read and think about and make art for. i’m so happy i created something that inspires people and makes people happy (even just a little bit). that is honestly all i’ve ever wanted and it makes me excited for all the amazing things i’ll do in the future.

to all of you invested in my silly little story, THANK YOU!!!! without any of your support or kind messages or reactions or art, i literally wouldn’t have made it this far. i remember the first ask i ever got (you know who you are :)) and i just wanna talk about how that affected me. because holy shit, back then, that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said about something i made. i can’t even describe how happy i was when i first read it, like it literally made my entire month. it made me realize that i’m capable of making something that makes people happy. and to everyone who has ever left nice messages about my series, thank you so much again!! because wow, it’s just so surreal that people like my creations. thank you

this is super rambly and completely unplanned, but yeah i just wanted to say thanks for the amazing past few months. i’m so happy i joined this community, everyone here is so nice and it’s led me to make amazing things. even if you don’t read TLLR (i recommend it ehehehe /nf), thanks for following me and supporting me with my art. drawing all those tllr drawings definitely made me improve a lot (this year was also a huge year for my art in general. i’m so proud of myself for how much i’ve improved with my art).

ALSO WRITING!!! my writing has definitely improved thanks to tllr. before this, i just wrote for fun about my other ocs and never showed ANYONE. it wasn’t in chronological order and i didn’t care much for mistakes or perfect grammar or anything. don’t get me wrong, i love the other stuff i wrote for myself, but tllr is by far the best in my opinion. it challenged me to write something not only for myself, but something other people would read. it put me out of my comfort zone at first, when i posted the first chapter. my writing has improved so much because of that and i’m so fucking excited for what i’ll be able to accomplish in the future.

oh yeah! thanks to the whump community for inspiring me to post my stuff in the first place! tllr specifically is something very important and personal to me, but something that i’m able to share with other people so easily. tllr isn’t just mine anymore, it’s everyone’s who’s ever read it (don’t take that too literally)

anyway, i know i’m forgetting something but yeah i just wanted to say thanks!! you are all so amazing! i’m not gonna tag all of the friends i made but you all know who you are, thank you!!! 2023 was amazing for me and i’m so excited for what 2024 will bring (besides me literally graduating high school this year)! big things are coming up with tllr too, new characters, twists and turns, crazy stuff. i’m so fucking excited

OH YEAH! i usually don’t make new year’s resolutions but this year i definitely want to draw more of my friends/mutuals’ characters. all of you are so creative and drawing art for other people is something i realized i love to do!!

i don’t know how to end this, it got longer than i planned loll. thank you all for the amazing year!! thanks for all the support!! :DDD

[1rabong]

hellow!!! what first got you into borosai? whats ur favourite thing abt the ship, and any headcanons thats rotating in ur brain rn?

Thank you for the ask so much you have no idea how much i wanna ramble abt these two

Well, there’s one specific scene for the first question.

THIS SHOT

Look at his cute lil face he’s so happy

I saw this and was like, wait. This alien’s kinda.. hot. And he was making these adorable faces all cuz he was fighting Saitama. Then he dies, after making Saitama use the serious punch for the first time in the story.

They were really something. So naturally i started shipping them. And I naturally went to ao3 to look up borosai and despaired cuz there was only like 40 fics for them at the time. But still, I read them all(and they were all great), and started drawing art for them. Back then, I had no idea that I’d be fixating on them for so long, longer than anything i had a fixation for😂

My favorite thing about this ship is that they’re so different. Almost everything about them is so comically different. Just look at these two.

Just them standing next to each other is visual comedy at its finest.

They have different moralities, personalities, styles, amounts of hair, etc.

Which makes their similarities all the more interesting. They’re both bored to death, because they’re too strong. They both crave that stimulation of being in a fight with their lives at stake. They both feel lonely, because no one understands what it’s like to have this kind of strength. This loneliness is shown more in depth with Saitama, but I think it’s the same with Boros too. When we’re first shown Boros, he’s all stoic and cold with his subordinates, his expression barely changing. But when he meets Saitama, it morphs into excitement. Then as the fight goes on, it turns into an almost childish glee, making him ramble on about his strength, his home planet, until Saitama snaps at him to stfu😂 But who can blame him? After so many years of solitude he finally meets someone who’s on the same page as him.

With their fight, Boros gets what he wanted. The fight he was craving so much. A fight telling him that there’s still something that can surprise him in this Universe. That he wasn’t alone. Which is why even as he was shocked that he had lost, he doesn’t feel angry or bitter about it. Rather, it almost seems like he feels pity for Saitama. Because surely there’s no chance for him to meet someone who is as strong as him. So he calls out Saitama’s name, as his last words, and dies.

All the above is more or less canon, but if we were to veer a bit off course into an au where Boros lived, there’s so much potential for an interesting relationship between them. Imagine the possibilities. He could be like a stronger version of Sonic, challenging Saitama week after week, always getting his ass kicked but coming back for more, a little stronger than last time. And hey, since this is a Borosai au, they could very well fall in love😆

This turned out to be longer than I expected and not exactly on topic but look, I can’t help myself.

The current hc that’s rotating in my brain rn is that they’re madly in love, and is married. And have a child😂

Okay i know this sounds absolutely bonkers but I’ve been hardcore shipping them for too long and them being in a relationship is like a default setting for me when I think about them, so giving them a kid to take care of on top of all that just came naturally. Imagine the utter chaos it would ensue. It’d be peak comedy.

This lil guy. His name is Daan. I love him so much.

Anyways that’s all the questions answered, thank you again for the ask🥳