#but mostly it’s in old sketchbooks because I say 15

[teen-comics]

at uni a lot of people ask u why u picked the subject your studying, we all have our quick summary of our journey to choosing this subject. ive got mine, abd it’s mostly true but i will never ever admit that really the catalyst for me starting to think about and enjoying costume design before i thought about it properly as a career was drawing my own X-men costumes for my X-men fan art when i was 15

[hinamie]

31 + 36 for the art ask <33

31. show the oldest piece of art you have on hand

im crying why wouldu do this to me,,, dug out all my old sketchbooks,,,,, PHYSICAL sketchbooks........god some of these r ROUGH but i will b strong and show a couple pieces from different ages :'>

these two are from the oldest sketchbook i have and feature Original Pokemon Created By Me Please Don't Steal >:( I would have been about 6 or 7

I was SO proud of the left drawing as a kid like i remember this being The Drawing I would show off to friends :') I think she's from one of the fire emblem games?? i couldn't tell u which one but i know i copied the art off the back of a blockbuster rental gfsdhjgdf. I didn't even have the console to play the game I think i took it out Exclusively so I could draw her. I want to say I was around....10????? also from around the same age (tbh maybe a bit younger? idk none of the drawings in this particular sketchbook have dates on them)....obligatory unfinished unnamed generic tokyo mew mew oc......

around age 14 I had started doing portraits and realism and the one direction/louis tomlinson stan in me was SUPER proud of this one GHSGJ,, and tbh????? it holds up??????? like fr tho why was i kind of goated as an eighth grader

and finally ... 2015/age 15 i think if u scroll back far enough on my blog u can find a better picture of this one but this was i think . one of the first original tokyo ghoul fanarts I ever posted :') I was *just* starting to make my own stuff instead of just copying other art I liked and for what it is i still think it's a solid piece!!

36. do you have a shameful art past? (recolour sprite comics, tracing art, etc)

BOLD OF U TO ASK THIS AFTER I JUST SPILLED MY SHAMEFUL ART HISTORY WITH PICTURE EVIDENCE GJHFDSGHJF but in all seriousness Yes, I've been open abt the fact that i copied art when i was younger :'> never to post or claim as my own, i mostly did it bc if i saw something i liked, i wanted to try to . Have it, if that makes sense?? if i had to explain it's like the drawing equivalent of saving a photo to ur camera roll ghfjdsgj little me just wanted to compile all the art she liked,, I don't *condone* it per se but i am pleased with where I ended up because of it!

artist asks !

[paigelts05]

FNAF - A collection of 15 phone guys

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/FNAF-A-collection-of-15-phone-guys-867380991

Published: Jan 17, 2021

A year and a half. A year and a half to do this. Mostly spent wrestling with the UDP-esque data sending method known as Deviantart's notes (I've ran some tests. Sometimes it lies about the note sending), but YIKES this took a while. I'm lucky I did really well on these so that the older ones still stand up to my standards. Anyway, I saw something many many years ago where someone drew a bunch of different phone guys, so I decided to do a similar thing, but with completely different versions of the character. FYI, nobody owns the concept of drawing other people's versions of characters. For what I decided to do, I ilustrated 15 different AU versions of the Phone Guy, including my own. As I am a traditional artist working in a finite space called an A3 sketchbook, when dividing the page, 15 was the maximum I felt would fit and give me ample space to draw. This means that I had to draw a border, and then the lines for the boxes using a 15 cm ruler and a HB pencil, as even though I have access to all the nice 5H to 6B pencils, my dumb brain says "draw tables in HB pencil" and I just have a metric ton of HB pencils closer at hand. I measured all of the boxes by hand, so they are approximately 8cm +- 0.2cm wide and 9cm +- 0.2 cm tall including the information box, which is 2.5 +- 0.4 cm tall. The uncertainty for the boxes is probably larger though, as the ruler I was using is really faded. The phone guy I was most nervous about drawing was probably my own, to be honest with you. As I have drawn him many times before, I have also failed at drawing him many times, and he was the first one that I drew into the boxes, so that was also the drawing that set the proportions and expressions of the others. Because I don't have the option of just removing the contents of the box, I knew that if I failed, I'd have to draw all of the boxes again, which I did not want to do. Dispite this minor stress, I think I did quite well. When it comes to drawing others characters, I am actually quite confident, as the whole general one-offness of it makes it less stressful for me as I only have to draw it once. Date started: Sunday 12th May 2019. Date completed: January 2021 I'd say a good portion of the time was spent contacting people, as - understandably due to time zones and among other things- it sometimes took people several days to respond. Also, sometimes the Deviantart note system sometimes just fails to send the note, which meant that I had to ask again for a response even if someone already sent it because notes just don't ever work, and if it were my call, I'd guess that Deviantart sends notes based off UDP from all the 'I sent it why is it not on your end' I've been through, but everything got sorted in the end. The Phone Guy's and the user they belong to: All data should be up to date as of each individual images completion. 1) Phone Krasnyy Guy

PaigeLTS05 http://aminoapps.com/p/3nomm6 https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05 2) Percy Goodsman phonepastry https://www.instagram.com/phonepastry/ 3) Steven McCarthney Thespy56 https://www.deviantart.com/thespy56 4) Scott Frederick Cawthon Firebug Security http://aminoapps.com/p/9rm347 5)Scott Callhan Tina-Sapphire https://www.deviantart.com/tina-sapphire 6) Allen Zaveri NightWitch14 https://www.deviantart.com/nightwitch14 7) Phillip Gray Randi-Dorki Old account -> https://www.deviantart.com/randomderp17364 New account -> https://www.deviantart.com/randi-dorki 8)John Dean Anderson ulquiorraLover79 https://www.deviantart.com/ulquiorralover79 9) Scott Adams This user has gone through several social medias and usernames, the most recent being qrav1ty._ https://instagram.com/qrav1ty._?igshid=ygz5yewuxrhv 10) Paul Cawthon murasaki-rose https://www.deviantart.com/murasaki-rose 11) Scott Bishop Cantrary edgy.trash.cosplayz (TikTok) http://aminoapps.com/p/imwsa6 https://vm.tiktok.com/nJS1tH/ 12) Christopher S. Cawton LatiasBlue https://www.deviantart.com/latiasblue 13) Scott Lewis Miss-Historia https://www.deviantart.com/miss-historia 14) Daniel Robinson NyanCreeperPony https://www.deviantart.com/nyancreeperpony 15)"Phone guy" Atlas-White https://www.deviantart.com/atlas-white

If any of you are on tumblr now, shoot me a message so I can tag your tumblr as well.

[exhaustedcreator]

Since I know no one is going to comment anything, I might as well answer them.

1) Aizawa from MHA, Papyrus and Sans from Undertale, and Brook and Rayleigh from One Piece.

2)Lighter

3)You have to take out my window in order to open it so, no.

4)I am unsure but I wouldn't be surprised if Zolgo or Cthulhu existed.

5) In bright light they are hazel. In normal light they tend to look brown or dark brown. In slightly darker lighting, they are completely black.

6)I did this because I'm bored and I have had this up for a while and decided to just do it since I knew no one would comment anything because all I have are bots and 2 or 3 actual people that follow me.

7)Neither. My hair is too short to use them.

8) 1 mostly empty and 1 completely empty one.

9)Hot coffee

10)It depends on their morals, personalities, thought process and several other factors. In other words, yes, though they would have to be a bad person or the guy who owns Twitter now who acts like a baby.

11) Art and mathematics

12)It is night

13)2hr and 8 minutes ago

14)I prefer the smell of freshly cut grass though I do like it when it rains.

15)My girlfriend has more or less adopted 13 of her friends, so I guess that counts. Though I'm kinda just the non-binary dad that lets the kids learn the consequences of their actions the hard way as I'm drinking a cup of tea or coffee.

16)Yes but no legally yet. And I have too much anxiety for that.

17) I am nearsighted but I feel like I may be leaning more towards legally blind.

18) Dandruff shampoo

19)No because I would most likely be the first one asleep.

20)Soda

21)Pokemon cards and SpongeBob monopoly

22)I am the type to avoid drama as much as possible, hates loud places and people and prefers to usually be alone. Yes, I am considered the quiet kid but not the type that keeps getting stereotyped by memes. I sit in the corner of the class, doing everything to not get distracted while I'm just trying to do schoolwork. I would also do math and chemistry equations just for the hell of it. If I am left at home and bored, there's a good chance I'm going to finish a full year class online within a day.

23)I love chilly weather. Especially because I constantly run 100°F.

24)I don't know what you would be doing but I would be laying there, trying to relax, then instantly remember I'm a workaholic and start drawing in my sketchbook.

25)Perfume

26)OC angst because why not have them suffer.

27)I don't know

28)yes

29)hellfire hot

30)No

31)I don't need music to keep me grounded

32)No. All towels are the same for me as long as they're not dirty or smell like wet dog.

33)A college career day just earlier today. I got lost several times. My navigation skills are like that of Zoro's (One Piece).

34)Deathbed and Hide and Seek

35)Eastern Standard time

36) You can change it? Anytime I tried it said it is invalid or doesn't work.

37)Not that I can think of.

38)Level(I think)

39)VERY rarely

40)yes

42)With hazelnut creamer and two spoons of sugar.

43)I can't handle them and nor am I supposed to have them.

44)A certain cousin of mine who has been to jail on multiple occasions or the guy who fucked up my girlfriend's self-esteem.

45)Somewhat but it's fuzzy. I have to actually think for a while in order to fully recall it.

46)Home Alone

47)A "goodnight" and "I love you" to my girlfriend

48)It was an accident since my mother forgot to ask for a virgin strawberry daiquiri. I am unsure how old I was but I think I was in elementary school at the time, nearing middle school.

49)I haven't tried, so I'd say no.

50)Go ahead.

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[princess-of-anons]

you’ve got to talk more about the mario pmd eos retelling please please

HEY SO I WASNT EXPECTING ANYBODY TO ASK ME ABOUT THIS???? (Context in the tags here)

I don’t know who sent this but it’s been almost 12 hours since I got this when I’m writing a response I REALLY needed to sit on this to remember the details.

So when I said Mario characters I failed to elaborate on the fact that this was not just Mario characters. This is Mario characters, turned into Mario enemies, heavily redesigned to look like Pokemon. So you’ve got Koopas and paratroopas and other Koopa variants based off several starter lines, I think the torchic line was retrofitted over some goombas. And yes this all still (SOMEWHAT LOOSELY) plays out the plot of PMD: EOS.

All the in-between stuff was unplanned outside of the REALLY major plot points like the Beach, the Future and Temporal Tower, stuff like that. I must confess that EOS was my very first pokemon game, and all the other information I had on pokemon was based on a book I had on the Sinnoh Pokédex. so a lot of things like “does this enemy actually work as a good template for this pokemon” were completely thrown out the window because for some reason I couldn’t fathom just turning Mario characters into Pokemon.

I had a dedicated prologue that explains how the characters ended up in PokeMario Mystery Dungeon World, mostly derived from my headcanon that all the major Mario characters lived in Peach’s castle, yes even Bowser (who’s villainy is more of a day job because why else would he join them all in kart racing), yes even the other bad guys (including the dead ones), yes even Mario and Luigi (who I didn’t know had their own house). It was that two characters would leave the castle at night, go into the woods (like a moron) and they get Magic’d away. One of them would get sent to the beach, become the PokeMario hybrid I associated them with and meet the partner; the other would be sent to the Dark Future to play the role of Grovyle.

Now you may be asking, why are you being so vague about the characters here? Well to put it simply, I did this multiple times with multiple character pairings:

Mario and Luigi (Charmeleon? and Grotle)

Dimentio and Mimi (???? and Glameow. Sorry friends I have genuinely forgor what I turned Dimmy into for this crossover)

Blumiere and Timpani (Crobat and Beautifly)

There are others but I didn’t keep track of them because in my 9 year old mind I assumed this would be easy knowledge to recall 15 years down the line. Obviously this was not the case.

My memories are so faded that I honestly can’t recall what the point of the partner was. Or if I even included the partner at all. I just recall that that unlike canon EOS, your playable character did not lose their memories. In fact they are very aware of their past but just don’t know where their original travel partner went. The whole Planet Paralysis thing is just as much a surprise to Player 2 in the Dark Future as they are for Player 1. Also the fact that you don’t lose your memories and EVENTUALLY piece together that this other hybrid thing is your partner does make The Sacrifice sadder. I think the EOS postgame was not covered in this crossover because Player 1 and Player 2 would both wake up at home again after disappearing and saving time.

I can look through my old sketchbook in the morning to see if I can find drawings because I swear to god I have some. Thank you for listening to my unhinged ramblings.

I would ALSO like to note that within like, a few years of creating and discarding this crossover that I saw a video that combined PMD with Portal, subsequently introducing me to the Half Life/Portal universe and resulting in me replacing this crossover AU with a DIFFERENT crossover AU that was literally just the plot of the HL/Portal games with pokemon. I have lots of confidence in saying I could 100% bring back the Half-Life/PMD AU in the current day. Especially now that there is over 1000 of those little poké-fucks to attach identities to.

[aurumacadicus]

Fictober 15/31 -- “What are you doing?”

I’m hoping to get all of the Avengers’ dresses described in this series and if I don’t, I might do some extra ficlets just to shove them in your face. Over 1K so look out for the cut!

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Lottie was moving off the elevator before the doors had even opened all the way. She immediately rammed into Steve and fell down, sketchbook and pencils going flying.

“Why do you do that?” Steve asked, forlorn, having not moved an inch. “I don’t even stand right in front of the doors anymore. You gain speed.”

“I can’t say why I do it,” Lottie replied with a wince as he grabbed her arm to pull her to her feet, reaching back to rub her tailbone. “I just have, as long as I can remember. I get nervous and just need off.”

Steve sighed. “I’m going to keep being in the way.”

“At least you don’t get hurt,” Lottie grumbled, bending to gather up her pencils as Steve got her sketchbook. “I once took out a small child.”

Steve at least had the decency to wince instead of laugh at her, like most people did. Lottie had to admit she couldn’t fault when people did laugh, though. “I see.”

“You don’t,” Lottie muttered, but only because she could tell he was trying very hard not to ask her what happened after she knocked down a toddler. “Anyway! Were you leaving? Can I ask you a few quick questions before you go?”

“I was just going to meet Thor in the gym,” Steve replied, then looked up at the ceiling. “JARVIS, can you let Thor know I’m going to be a couple minutes late? Thanks.”

“Of course, Captain,” JARVIS answered promptly.

Lottie blinked at him. “Do you always look at the ceiling when you ask JARVIS things?”

“It’s polite to make eye contact,” Steve said defensively.

“…A lot of things about you are making sense, Steve,” Lottie answered after a minute. She turned and began toward the couch, leaving him spluttering in confusion behind her. “Anyway, I don’t know if Bruce or Tony told anyone, but I’m entering the contest for Van Dyne Fashion and designing dresses for all of the Avengers. I thought it might be cool if the one for Captain America was designed sort of like a dress from the forties!” She opened her sketchbook and began spreading out some of the references she’d printed out. “I’ve worked up a couple sketches, but I wanted to get an opinion from someone who actually remembers them. I know the colors won’t exactly mesh with forties dresses, but I’m mostly worried about getting the shape… right…” She paused, realizing Steve hadn’t come up beside her, and turned, brows furrowing together in confusion. “Steve?”

Steve had a hand over his mouth, just staring at her. He looked… overwhelmed, was the only thing that came to mind. Touched, maybe? She shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked.

Steve eventually seemed to realize she needed a response of some sort, even if it was just to tell her to fuck off, because he quickly dropped his hand, clearly his throat. “Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “Let me see what you’ve got.”

“You don’t have to,” Lottie offered as he finally walked over to sit beside her on the couch. “I’m sure no one else is really going to notice—”

“It’s fine,” Steve said firmly, reaching out so his fingers hovered over a printout of a picture of an old magazine. He set his hand down on it, thumb smoothing over the skirt, and Lottie wondered if he was imagining someone else’s face on the model. She didn’t ask, and he quickly turned his attention to the sketches she’d turned her sketchbook to instead. “Oh,” he said, surprised, and picked up the book to bring it into his lap. “These are very nice. You did a good job.” The corner of his mouth curved up into a wry smile. “Huh, the colors really don’t go, do they?”

Lottie watched him for a moment, just to see if she was going to see anymore longing, but it seemed like whatever he’d been feeling, he’d closed the shutters on it. “I’m confident I can make it so that it won’t look like a star-spangled mess,” she finally said, smiling back at him. “I was thinking like your original outfit, a blue skirt, a red- and white-striped bodice, and blue collar and sleeves. I’m still trying to figure out a way to make the star work.”

“If anyone can, it’s you,” Steve replied, flipping to the next page. “I like that you experimented with necklines. You don’t see a lot of square or keyhole necklines anymore. I think square might work best.”

“That’s what I was leaning toward. I was afraid if I tried a sweetheart or V, I’d make it too plunging for the time period,” Lottie admitted, leaning in so she could see which sketches he was looking at. She pointed at one with cap sleeves. “I was thinking of doing shoulder pads. The websites said they were popular back then?”

Steve nodded absently. “Yeah, to give women a more masculine frame. I heard they came back in the eighties, but they’re out of fashion again now.”

“Yeah,” Lottie agreed. “I saw a lot of belts, too, were belts common?”

“Almost every dress I saw had a belt,” Steve replied. He reached out for a pencil, then held it up over her sketchbook. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Lottie said, unsure how to say she’d been trying to figure out how to ask him to draw a silhouette without being weird the entire time.

Steve picked a spot between two other sketches, glancing back between them and the lines he was drawing. “All skirts were A-line, and shortened to the knee so that they didn’t take up as much fabric, and also so that women could move more easily as they entered the workforce. Cap sleeves got more popular, but there were also puff sleeves.” He made a few sharp lines with the pencil. “You have a lot more fabrics now, but when I was growing up, dresses were made of cotton, rayon, or wool. You could add sheers, velvet, and silk for afternoon semi-formal attire, or chiffon or shiny rayon for evening. I think maybe stick with a little less formal, though. Maybe a pointed collar if you want to get that kind of military feel to it, those were popular too.”

Lottie leaned over so she could watch him draw. The dress he’d sketched looked a lot like hers, except that he’d done shoulder pads and longer cap sleeves. He’d drawn a hat, too. “Were hats popular?” she asked, as his pencil stuttered to a stop. She blinked when she didn’t say anything, then looked up at him, concerned. “Steve?”

Steve blinked down at the sketch, then coughed, lifting his free hand to rub the back of his head. “Yeah. Hats were popular,” he said, and then hastily added, “I think they made hat pins that had the shield on the side that would be visible on them.”

Lottie stared at him for a moment, frowning, then decided not to push. It seemed like something… incredibly personal. “Okay. Maybe I’ll add a hat!” she decided, taking the sketchbook back from him. “I wonder if they still sell hat pins. Maybe I can find some on eBay. Thanks, Steve! I really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Steve replied, reaching out to pick up one of the other pictures she’d printed out and looking at it.

There was a weight, to the way he said it. Lottie watched him for a moment, unsure of what to say, before she looked back down at the sketch he’d done. She wondered what he drew in his own sketchbook. She’d never asked. She hesitated, then reached out and gently put her hand on top of his where it was resting on his knee. Steve didn’t say anything, but he did sort of lean over, pressing their shoulders together. Lottie smiled.

“What are you doing?” Thor asked, leaning his arms on the back of the couch, and Lottie swore he smirked when she screamed and popped into a leopard.

“I don’t understand why everyone thinks you’re so nice,” Steve complained. “You know this isn’t good for her clothes? She’s ripped her shirt.”

“Because older siblings have to be sneaky if they’re going to be mean to their younger ones,” Thor answered simply. “When I asked JARVIS why you were going to be late, he told me you were meeting Lottie, and I thought I might come up and say hello. Hadn’t seen her in a while.”

Lottie shifted back into a human, pointing at him angrily. “You’re lucky I wasn’t wearing a bra, bucko, or I would’ve been pissed. Do you know how hard it is to find a bra that supports you, is comfortable, and doesn’t cost an arm, a leg, and your firstborn child?”

“Midgardians should go back to corsets and stays,” Thor said.

“They’re even more expensive,” Lottie told him flatly, arm falling to her side. She blinked when she realized Steve was pulling his shirt off, frowning, then sighed when he handed it to her. “You know I don’t mind, Steve.”

Steve huffed, keeping his eyes to the side. “I mind.”

“Okay,” Lottie sighed, pulling the shirt over her head. The bottom hem fell to her mid-thigh, and the neck nearly hung off one shoulder. She blinked down at it, then pulled the chest taut. “Do you have bigger boobs than me?”

“Oh my god,” Steve sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Natasha asked him the same thing,” Thor told her helpfully, and Lottie threw her head back to laugh as Steve lunged over the couch at him.

[giuliano-fan-account]

Hello omori and hxh fans

[ Spoilers for omori later on ] 

Hi!!!1! I just decided to make a bunch of hxh x omori sprites for my funny little fusion au idea because I really like hxh and omori both

so here are the sillies

His name is KIRA. I might change it later on but for now it’ll be KIRA since i couldnt rlly decide on another one.

Alluka!111ww1weeewe ue she is like the best ever in here. She’s mostly like DW Aubrey and a bit of Kel as well

Her litle sprite

I don’t know what to do with nanika but I may put her in there somewhere. I don’t want to make her scary/bad in the story because shes not

I havent made neutrals for leorio/kurapika yet but here !!! I made it for a little interaction. I decided that since in omori theres not much of an age difference, that kurapika will be 14 in the past and leorio will be 16, and later obv 18 and 20.

Alluka is still 11 and Kalluto is still 10 though, as well as killua and gon being both 12 in the past (14, 15, 16, 16, 18, and 20) 

I made the text boxes and stuff with my art and this excellent dialogue generator it was very fun.

I havent made gon or kallutos dw sprites yet but...

[ Major omori spoilers & tw for death/suicide ]

ok so here we get into the nitty gritty of the story, so if youve played/watched a playthrough of omori you know what im talking abt...

so in the story, sunny accidentally kills mari and basil watches. If you didnt already guess, Killua is supposed to be sunny, Gon would be mari, and basil will be kalluto. 

Killua moved in with gon a month prior because he was old enough and his home situation obviously isnt the best (a lot of trauma with his parents and illumi which in the hikikomori route would go much in depth to) and since they lived together more they got into more fights. 

One day, Kalluto was over and Killua and Gon got in a big argument. Kalluto was speechless and they wanted to interfere but couldn��t as they saw their brothers face. Killua was getting really agitated and pushed Gon down the stairs accidcentally. 

Idk what the argument will be about specifically... I don’t know if i hsould have them do a performance or not like in the actual game. I also dont know what they’ll do with gon after they find out hes.. yk.. dead... but it’ll probably be a staged suicide as well, as that makes the rest of the group feel even more conflicted. Especially Leorio, who thought himself a bigger brother figure to Gon, and Kurapika, who feels guilty about often relying on Gon to comfort him instead of comforting Gon. 

The scene....

The last box is more or less a reference to the scene in the truth sequence where there are a bunch of hospital beds and if you interact with them it says “This person is not alive.” or “This person is not breathing.” Ifg but yea.

Speaking of the truth sequence, instead of collecting photos, you collect scraps of ripped paper from a drawing of the truth by kalluto. Instead of taking photos, Kalluto likes to draw/do paper crafts, and instead of a photo album, they have a sketchbook for drawings relating to their friends.

After gon dies, Killua obv isolates like sunny in the game, but Mito is more involved in taking care of him unlike sunnys mom.

I think there will be two somethings, one being the bitterness of gons death and gons spirit being twisted into a sick innocent... thing, and the other being illumi’s... well basically everything illumi told killua about himself, and killua being convinced that it’s true.

Alluka tries to be positive, and is the one to get Killua out of the house, and sticks up for Kalluto when they need it.

Kalluto really wants killua to like them, and is now scared of him and feels like his burden. Theyre often anxious around him and Killua tries to repress any bad memories, so he doesnt interact with Kalluto when they see each other again much at all.

The zoldyck household is not a very good place to be in any case for Kalluto and Alluka. Illumi left, luckily, but their parents were still as harsh (transphobicc...), and often say theyre glad that their friend group seperated. Alluka learned to stand up for herself and Kalluto in this environment because Killua wasn’t there anymore. (Kalluto Basil parallels -- you came back to save me)

Kurapika also isolates but in a different way. He isn’t a hikikomori, and he goes outside a lot, but hes closed off emotionally. He stopped caring about school, so he didn’t even bother looking into college after he graduated. He pretends that he doesnt know his friends, which isnt very successful with Alluka or Leorio, but it really hurts Kalluto. When they try to talk to him, he’s very passive aggressive.

Kurapikas home life isnt great. He was orphaned at 12 years old, and his relationship with his legal guardian, Izunavi, wasn’t too amazing at first, but begrudgingly by the time he turned 14 they got along. Everything reverted when Gon died, however, as he stopped talking to his caretaker as well as his friends.

So hes kind of like real world aubrey in the way that he becomes prickly towards his friends, but he doesnt join a gang.... There would def be a ‘it means everything’ like scene and also a breakdown scene where Kurapika breaks down and apologizes to everybody, especially Kalluto who isnt there if were going like the sunny route plot. 

Leorio is at college!!!!! and going to med school obv.. I think he would have always wanted to be a doctor unlike hero, so in dw maybe he would have a SYRINGE AS A WEAPON HELP. But anyways he feels so guilty about gons death like gon was like a little brother to him, and he was so young. So he was definitely depressed like hero was/is. Alluka consistently visited him (and tried to visit kurapika and killua to no avail) before he left for college, and she helped him become less depressed. He wants his friends to be happy again and will do anything to make sure nothing happens to any of them. 

He notices especially how different Killua, Kurapika, and partially Kalluto are, and he is the one that really helps Kurapika open up after everything thats happened. He’s not sure how to talk to Kalluto and Killua about it as much, though.

...instead of garden sheers, kalluto has scissors... 

anyways thats my infodum p..... bye keep being silly

[august-is-a-dragon]

Alright, ramble time.

it is (again) past midnight here, but who cares, I can sleep till 9

ok so. The main thing about this world is that it’s a bunch of floating islands. I don’t know yet if they’re in the general shape of a planet or something, I’ll figure it out. The world is very inspired by SkyboundSMP and the Mirror Visitor. much like Skybound, there’s also avians, bird hybrid people who have wings and can travel between the islands. There aren’t many avians, and they live in clans. Rika is not one of those people. She has lived on one pretty big island all her life, in a cottage with her mother. When her mother unexpectedly dies of an unknown illness, Rika(then 15 years old) no longer feels bound to the place and wants to leave. But how?

a year later, she meets a lone traveler. An avian, all by himself. He calls himself Serafin Summerfield (he/they pronouns btw, Rika uses she/her).

He says he’s looking for their clan, because they got left behind in a village when he caught an illness. He asks Rika is she wants to come along, so he isn’t alone. The only problem is, she has no wings. But Serafin is, among other things, an inventor. after days of thinking, working and tinkering, they have a method of getting Rika across, and off they go. they don’t meet a lot of people on their adventures, and especially not other avians. But they go and have their happy little gay time. - also I wrote a (love?)song that Rika sings to Serafin

Other miscellaneous things

Rika likes to paint, and she keeps a little sketchbook where she draws the places the two have been

Serafin has a lot of siblings in his clan

also he’s a canary avian

the mysterious illness is going to be important later, once I figure out what it actually is supposed to be

there are a lot of ruins in the world, palaces and temples that belonged to a lost society who worshipped the sun

a lot of the flightless people don’t like avians, mostly because they’re jealous but also sometimes they don’t like any kind of hybrids, because they believe that the god Arlon (god of nature) intended humans and animals to be separate species and beings and not mixed together

the setting is called Whistle Avians for now, because I discovered something called wild whistling I think it’s called and it can be used to communicate over long distance so I think the avians use it to coordinate their flight and be sure everyone’s going the right direction.

Wow. I think that was more coherent than anything I could write while fully awake.

I should do this more often. Good night y’all

New oc. Rika. Ramble later sleep now. Good night.

[honeytae]

if you’re open for regular requests i’d love to request lil scenarios of the boys learning english alongside their english-speaking s/o! this is totally self-indulgent i’m doing the TEFL program and i’m going to south korea next year to teach :)

first of all, that’s amazing omg!! congratulations my love, i hope you have the best time over there and please don’t be shy in sharing your stories with us!!! i tried to stick to the boys actually learning english with their s/o but i strayed from that with a few members just bc i ran out of ideas lol but i hope you still enjoy!

fair warning....i’ve never ~seriously~ tried to learn korean, so i’m not entirely certain of the parallels between korean and english. i just hope these are wholesome enough to override that lmao

namjoon:

“You know,” Namjoon looked up from his phone, “I understand expanding your vocabulary, but why are there so many weird slang words?”

“Kids these days?” You shrugged, the man chuckling in response before flipping his phone around to show you what had puzzled him.

“If something slaps, that’s...good?” He wondered, watching as you suppressed a smile at the tweet he was showing you.

You could tell by the profile picture that the user was an ARMY, one of the many fan profiles on the platform, and the tweet was written completely in English.

Although there was a ‘Translate to Korean’ option readily available with just a tap of his thumb, you knew Namjoon never missed an opportunity to challenge himself to be able to fully comprehend what a native English speaker was trying to say.

You nearly snorted at the tweet’s content, smiling as you read it out loud.

“The Dis-ease bridge just saved my life. Seriously, this song slaps.”

Glancing at Namjoon, he raised his eyebrows, eagerly waiting for you to translate and explain what that could equate to in Korean.

“It’s definitely a good thing, Joon. They love it.”

At your interpretation, Namjoon grinned, nodding to himself as he pulled his phone back in front of his face to scroll through more reaction tweets to the new album release.

seokjin:

“What the hell is that?”

You picked your head up from your sketchbook when you heard Seokjin whine from beside you, eyebrows knitting together at his distressed tone. Taking a glance over at his laptop screen, you found his mouse bouncing from letter to letter on one of his weekly english lessons.

“What is that, like 15 letters? How do you even use that in a sentence?” He went on, obviously flustered by the word on the screen.

Pulchritudinous.

You placed your hand over his to stop his panicked counting of the letters, causing him to look over at you with a sigh as he frowned.

You nearly giggled at his reaction, but the genuine fear in his eyes made you stifle it as you soothingly held his hands in yours. 

“It’s just an over complicated way of saying beautiful. I don’t know why they’re teaching you that, nobody ever uses it.” You assured him, his eyes going down in size a bit at your words before he nodded.

Watching as a smirk tilted his lips, you raised your brows at the sudden expression.

“What?”

“Well like, I could say I’m...that?” He said, eyebrows raised cockily as he gestured to the long word stretched across the screen.

“Well it’s actually not used like,” you paused, giving in with a shrug as you grinned back at him.

“Sure, love.”

yoongi:

“Why did I skip English class all the time?” Yoongi sighed, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he plucked at the skin in frustration.

“Because you were trying to be a rebel.” You answered without looking up from your phone, the man obviously not liking your answer as he reached over to where you were laying beside him to pinch at your hip.

Yelping, you scooted across the mattress to get away from his hand, whining his name with a scoff before looking over at his notepad.

“What are you doing, anyway?” You asked, leaning on your palm as you scanned the rows of scribbled English letters written on the page.

“I’m trying to get better at writing.” He admitted shyly, a small grin on his face to match the fond one on your own. 

“Aw,” you pouted, Yoongi raising his eyebrows at your tone, “but I like your chicken scratch.”

“You’re such a brat.” He chuckled, adjusting the velcro on his brace with a grunt.

Since Yoongi’s shoulder surgery took away obvious straining activities like dancing and performing, he’d turned to studying English from the comfort of your bed during his recovery as one of the only safe activities he could partake in for a while.

It was now one of his favorite past times, learning new words and phrases he could potentially use in the future. It worked for you both because it took his mind off the pain and kept him motivated, and since you could speak both his and your language, you could help him out whenever he got stuck on something.

Usually he did lessons verbally on his phone, but it seemed today he had taken the old fashioned route.

“Your handwriting really isn’t bad, Yoongs.” You observed, the carefully placed tails at the end of each ‘a’ making you smile out of fondness for the man.

“My man has the prettiest handwriting.” You cooed, pushing a strand of his stark black hair out of his eyes as he blushed down at his notebook.

“Stop that.”

hoseok:

“Hey, babe?” Hoseok called for you, listening to your footsteps growing closer before you popped your head into the kitchen doorway.

“Yeah?”

“I’m having a little trouble.” He gestured to his open laptop on the counter, you recognizing it as an assignment from his English course.

“What happened?”

“Pronouns. Pronouns happened.” He pouted, his disdain for the new chapter quite obvious as he stared down his computer screen.

“What about them?” You asked, stepping closer to the man sitting at the kitchen island and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I need to make ten sentences using proper pronouns and I feel like I’m doing it all wrong.” He explained, causing you to hum as you looked over his sentences.

“These look great, Hobi.” You smiled as you glanced over the first three he’d written, flawlessly executed on the document.

“Can you help me with the next one?” He wondered, you nodding your head as you took a seat on the stool next to his.

“What do you want the next one to say?” You asked, watching as he glanced off to the side in thought, slightly squinting his eyes at the tile floor beneath the sink.

“My house is next to,” He spoke in English, pausing as he searched his brain for what pronoun to put next.

“Theys?” He answered as more of a question, then shaking his head as he switched back to Korean, “wait, no.” He sighed, placing his chin in his hand in thought before glancing over to you.

“I know it’s wrong, I just don’t know what the right answer is instead.” He explained, you shooting him a loving smile as you pushed the dark raven hair off his forehead and pressed a kiss to the newly revealed skin.

“I’ll help you, Sunshine. No worries.”

jimin:

Flopping onto the bed, you let your tired body fall on top of Jimin’s hoodie clad chest, his arm encircling your body as he mumbled a soft greeting to you.

“Hm, what are you learning about today?” You nuzzled into his chest, peering at his phone propped up on his thigh.

“Animals. Birds, mostly.” He answered, briefly turning from the screen to press a kiss to your head before focusing back on the row of English words matched with pictures of popular birds glowing from the device.

The first was a robin, the next a blue jay, and then a dove.

You listened as the virtual instructor prompted Jimin to repeat after her, spelling out the letters before stating the whole word. You smiled as your boyfriend followed instruction, pronouncing the words the best he could after the microphone chimed for him to do so.

“D-o-v-e. Dove.”

“Dove.” He repeated, smiling to himself as the app announced he got the point with a little heart.

“That’s cute.” He went back to his native language, you humming in confusion as you lifted your head up off his chest to look at him.

“The heart?” You asked, reaching up to twist a stray strand of hair out of his eye as he shook his head.

“Dove.” He said again, making you tilt your head, not knowing what he meant.

“It sounds like ‘love.’” He connected the two English words, you smiling fondly at him in response before scooting up the bed to kiss the tip of his button nose.

“You’re so cute.”

taehyung:

Three knocks at the door announced someone’s arrival to your bedroom, causing your head to lift from the novel you’d been so immersed in. Taehyung was home, but you’d wanted to give him space because you knew he needed to work on lyrics for his mixtape in order to submit them on time. 

“Hey,” he poked his head in with a small smile, “can you help me with something?” He asked sheepishly, stepping further into the room when you nodded.

“Of course. What is it?” You set your book down, marking your place before closing it to pay full attention to your boyfriend.

“Well, I’m trying to write this verse in English and,” he trailed off with a shrug, “you know.” He finished, you nodding in response with a gesture for him to come sit next to you.

He eagerly walked over to you with his notebook in hand, lowering himself to the mattress before rolling his way over to where you were leaning against the headboard.

Honestly, Taehyung’s English wasn’t bad at all. He was insecure about it, but you’d never really understood what the reason for that feeling was. His vocabulary was more than decent, his comprehension was good, and his pronunciation was great for having such a thick accent.

But there were many times where Taehyung came to you for guidance, as you were a native English speaker yourself.

And so, as he rested his head on your shoulder confiding in you about everything he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it, you patiently took him through what would work and rhyme best, smiling as he hummed the melody to himself to see if the phrases would work in his creation.

jungkook:

“Baby, can you read it to me again before we go on? Just one more time.”

You glanced over at your boyfriend in his makeup chair, several employees bustling around the man as they attempted to get him ready to go on stage while they had him seated.

With his arm extended backward to where you stood behind his leather chair, he offered his phone to you while shooting you a grin through the reflection in the mirror.

Taking the device from his hand, you opened it to the notes app where he’d written what he wanted to say in his statement on stage in just a few minutes.

You were in London tonight, which meant that all of the boys had been rehearsing their English so that they could communicate easier with their audience.

Jungkook, ever the over-achiever, was determined to do the toughest English tongue twister he could possibly find. Not only that, but in a British accent for his British ARMY’s.

“Betty bought a bit of better butter to make her bitter butter better.” You read from the phone, barely able to read the sentence yourself before you glanced up at Jungkook through the mirror again.

You watched your boyfriend nod as his brain took in the words you’d just said, taking a deep inhale before he began speaking the phrase back to you.

You gawked as the man effortlessly repeated after you, a few of the makeup artists stopping as well as Jungkook raised his eyebrows back at you.

“Was that okay?”

[artistfingers]

Everything Everyone else hasn't asked yet ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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[Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game]

3. What ideas come from when you were little

rather than saying any specific ideas came from when i was a kid, i think,... there are tropes that i still love and draw on and can credit to some of the things i read and watched as a kid. one big example is hidden identities - my most trope ever - all has a big basis on some of my earliest Media Memories, like detective conan, danny phantom, ouran high school host club, alex rider, and so on ahsdg

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

i do not know my own subconscious mind well enough to say 💀

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

i had a really big mob pscyho fic i wrote 30k on in 2019... don't know if i'll ever circle back to write the rest. there's been countless comic projects that i started and dropped over the years as well...

as for illustrations i have a number of half-started DP illustrations that may or may not ever be finished 🤷‍♂️

9. What are your file name conventions

either things languish in the land of Untitled Document, or they get ... passable attempts at descriptive names like "project title ch2 v1 inks"

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

i always like drawing shirts! clothing folds in general are a big area i'd love to sink some more practice into, tho

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

Oh Always. i rotate between music (shuffling my spotify likes or going start-to-end on an album), podcasts (dungeons & daddies or dimension 20 mostly), youtube (IE, gamegrumps, izzzyzzz) and/or reality shows my friends put on :>

12. Easiest part of body to draw

faces/heads? i feel like i put most of my practice there because i love to draw expressions. hands might be what i practice second most

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

another one i say, i dunno. if i follow artists on social media that i admire, i'd count their work as "my thing" even if it's outside the range of what i might create myself 🤔

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

at my desk, on the couch, or in bed mostly! i've been trying to get myself out to draw at the park more

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

i have a really bad habit of eating 10,0000 LifeSaver mints while i draw if i am not being careful 💀

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

sooooooo many pencils. 20+? in highschool and most of uni i was really picky about using fancy HB, 2H and 4H pencils for all my sketchbook work but at a certain point i started preferring mechanical pencils

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

i don't know about Everyone, but comics/sequential art, maybe? pacing can be quite difficult but it's a challenge i really enjoy conveying on the page.

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

anything creepy crawly horror EHehehehe also anything papercraft, multi-media-y.... or like, super solid pen-and-ink. fine lines, black and white, that sort of thing

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

if i remember i try to stretch my wrists 💀

23. Do you use different layer modes

ye!! whatever's needed at the time. i'm fond of multiply layers with purple ink for shading.

24. Do your references include stock images

oh, yep, stock images are actually one of my favorite sources for references outside of pose-specific reference resources like line-of-action, adorkaStock, etc. but stock photos (specifically sites like Pexels) are great for locations, perspective, animals, inanimate objects, or if i don't know exactly what i'm looking for

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

i'm not sure this has happened to me to that degree? like there's definitely been minor differences in interpretations when it comes to my comics (dialogue doesn't always land or imply what i intended) but i don't think i've ever had something taken wildly differently

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

i don't normally, but if i do, it's usually standard sketchbook randomness - heads, hands, shapes, squiggles, objects around the room. the cats...

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

i've contributed to a number of zines and things over the years :>

Welcome to Hell - 2014 & 2015

Sakana - Catch of the Day 2017 (I don't think I ever posted the full piece online, actually...?)

one for Danny Phantom coming up in December 👀

i also wrote for the WtH big bang in 2018, beta'd for the Fullmetal Alchemist Big Bang in 2021, and this year illustrated for the Danny Phantom Invisobang!

there will probably be more in the future. Love Me A Project

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

maybe podcasts? i've definitely drawn for podcasts before (gorgug from d20, some TAZ stuff way back in the day...) but i'd say it's rare and that the lack of a visual component separates it from media that inspires me artistically, or at least, does so directly

[iztopher]

hi. at this point it may be evident what i'm about to say. but for that ask meme: ALL OF THE QUESTIONS

JHFDASK YESSSS okay here we go!!!

1. Art programs you have but don't use: Clip Studio Paint!! I pretty much ONLY use it for the grid and text feature, otherwise I don't like the workflow haha

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even): Drawing in profile is the same to me from either direction, but for 3/4 view, I naturally gravitate towards / find it easier to draw people facing left

3. What ideas come from when you were little: Since I've been into Aveyond for so long, and that's what I mostly draw, I have a lot of ideas that pretty much originated as "I wanted to draw this as a kid and didn't have the skill to"!

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw: Te'ijal and also Galahad. it's the hair.

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself: Finished art I'd say I share a good 90% of it! Once we get into sketches... hoo boy, maybe 40%?

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it): Whatever this is, it's either too specific to the piece or too subconscious for me to think of it

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate: traditional illustration, painting, watercolor...

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in: A heads up that my answer to this is sad but I'm trying to talk about this type of stuff relatively openly, so: spring 2021, I watched Willy's Wonderland for the first time w/ Ishti + Moonie; we kept talking about a Galahad & Mel AU for it. I had two pictures for it planned, and I drew one of them, and... the timing worked out where Moonie never got to see it, and I've lost the motivation to do the second one. But I like the first one and I'm glad I drew it and I take some comfort/peace in the fact that I was working on something I was excited to share with her at the time.

9. What are your file name conventions: I have a folder for all my art, a subfolder for every year, and then a subfolder for every month, which means there isn't that much overlap! so unless I have a funny title idea my file name conventions are generally pretty straightforward: "mella1.sai", "teijalahad.sai", "teijalstudy.sai" etc etc

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw: Does armor count? If not, gambesons.

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what: Yes!!! Pretty much always music, occasionally video essays. Usually I'll pick a song and play it on loop, or if I'm in the mood for more variety I'll pick a playlist or an artist and listen through that. I also really like drawing while on call with people.

12. Easiest part of body to draw: I'm so sorry for my answer. Boobs.

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing: I'm not sure I have an answer for this one, actually - there's a lot of artists I like the work of who I wouldn't want to emulate, but that feels different to me?

14. Any favorite motifs: Not really, in theory I really love flowers but I almost never draw them

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth): I used to draw pretty much everywhere, but post chronic pain it's my desk only because using a tablet hurts wayyy less than a sketchbook!

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing: Landscapes / natural areas from photographs lol

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what: Water ALL the time, coffee if it lines up properly

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken: Very few!! Probably less than 10. I mostly draw digitally

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.): ARMOR AND WEAPONS

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy: Hands and armor!

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways: Honestly the art styles unlike mine that I like tend to be ones... I wish I had... I'm really drawn to realistic, somber, softer stuff

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any: Tendon gliding exercises! Tbh I should start doing more, it might help

23. Do you use different layer modes: VERY rarely, mostly not

24. Do your references include stock images: Yessss

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by: I KNOW this has happened but I'm totally blanking on it

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended: I'm not sure if this counts but pretty much any time I get a "cute!" response on a te'ijalahad picture I'm like oh no please do not say that,

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with: I tend to warm up by drawing a headshot of the character I'm going to be drawing, but lately I've been trying to shift to warm ups that are more focused on like, the action of drawing and loosening up

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines): I participated in a zine that ended up not happening, and I've done several fandom exchanges!! Mostly the Aveyond Winter Exchange, but also the Oneshot Podcast Network exchange on AO3 (yeah it was AO3 but I did art for it)

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically: Infinity Train!!! absolutely adore it, the art style doesn't really inspire me at all & because I got into it in the thick of my hand pain I never got used to drawing it

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated: None! I mostly draw Aveyond so pretty much all of my art is in the 1-10 response zone so it all feels pretty consistent gdjkgklsdf

[shriamato]

I really do wish we had gotten a bit more of a look at Benji's world outside of Victor, but even with what little backstory we've gotten... like, shit. Boy has some valid fucking emotional trauma.

To start with, assuming he just turned 17 and the reference to both him and Victor being a couple of 16yos was just him forgetting he just turned 17, this would mean he had to have started drinking at least at 15.

he's fifteen and there is *something* in his life that is grinding this self hatred into him hard enough to make him start drinking to forget it. even if his parents are "white liberals" (which in my experience mostly means performative liberals: lowkey conservative and prone to letting shit like casual racism and homophobia slide because, well, it would be rude to make a scene, they're just products of their time, no harm meant), kids don't learn this level of self hatred if there's a counterbalance of acceptance and unconditional love at home.

So, he's 15 and drinking and canonly having sex (underage and intoxicated) with girls in an attempt to make himself into something he doesn't hate.

Oh, and at some point here he had to turn sixteen and get his license. Please please tell me he wasn't drinking enough to be able to mask that during a driver's test. like, I'm genuinely terrified of this thought.

So by season two, he just got his one year chip. Season one, he and Derek hit their one year anniversary.

this means they were together before the accident and before he came out.

So this 15 year old boy, who hates that he's gay enough to attempt to drink it away while he forces himself to sleep with girls to prove his heterosexuality meets Derek... out, proud and completely dismissive of anything remotely hetro.

he's 15 (16) and disgusted with himself for being gay and falling into a relationship where he's always hearing all the ways he's just. not. gay. enough.

(that sounds familiar.)

He's anxious and drinking and hiding and falling in (first) love and probably not in the world's best headspace as he ventures further and further into exploring his sexuality with Derek (and hating that he's not ever gay enough for him) and hating the fact that he's too gay to force himself to be straight while trying to drown all these conflicting emotions in more alchohol.

And then the accident happens. (if it *was* an accident, who knows what was actually going through his mind that night.)

He wakes up in the hospital and realizes how close he came to dying and it scares him out of the closet. That's a shit way to come out, let's be real.

(Edited to add in the whole "dad took him to a strip club to try and make him straight via paying a grown woman to give his 16 year old son a lap dance" thing, because yikes.)

So now he's gay and an alcoholic and getting his license suspended and somehow now in an open relationship with a very out and proud gay man who has no patience for any pretense of heterosexuality and how does he ask for a little bit of time to unlearn all this mess in his head and learn to actually love himself as who he is before forcing himself into the public eye? Does he?

Or does he quickly learn how fast the people who *know* about his alcoholism will hone in on any bad moment, bad day, slight dip in emotional stability? Does he very quickly learn how to hide when he's struggling behind a smile and a joke and his music and channel his frustration and self hatred into a sketchbook he never let's anyone see?

And then there's Victor.

Victor makes the anxious voices go quiet, he make the noise of all the worry and the anger and, yeah, that constant lingering disgust (that he can't figure out how to get rid of) go a little fuzzy. Still there, but manageable.

He falls in love.

He falls in love and tries to hide it, because Derek, despite the feeling of being off, has been there through it all. He taught him how to be gay in all the ways Benji never knew before (and even if some of them don't fit, even if some of the jokes grate a bit, he's still thankful he had someone to teach him (that line didn't sound like it came from Benji.)).

But Derek also makes him anxious and he still feels like he has to hide behind a happy smile, but... not with Victor. He feels like maybe... maybe Victor would be able to handle seeing him without the mask on.

He lets himself fall.

The summer bubble is perfect and beautiful and he wishes they could live in it forever.

The bubble pops.

Victor isn't ready to fully announce that he's gay, which Benji understands, he does, he's been there and he's not going to force Victor to be visible until he's ready, and plus the secret love language thing feels good and he's a little bummed they didn't get to use it more, but now Victor is out and proud and...

His mom can't even look at his boyfriend.

He tries to understand but he doesn't like seeing Victor hurt and he doesn't like the way her hesitation and avoidance make that seed of self-disgust in his chest flair up. But Victor says she's trying, so he has to let it go.

But it hurts, every single time.

And hearing about her singing Broadway tunes over their dinner table with another gay boy, who is far more flamboyant and open about it then Benji has *ever* been able to bring himself to be, just makes it very clear (in his heart even if his head logically knows otherwise) that it's him she has a problem with.

That seed of disgust blooms a little more when Victor hangs up that call.

She can tell, can't she, how disgusting he actually is? There's a spiral waiting to happen.

Then his birthday dinner, his parents pushing right past his discomfort and sharing something he wasn't ready to yet. The argument outside. The things they both said.

Going over after Victor texted him, hoping to make up, hoping Victor was able to handle seeing him without that mask and thinking for a sweet beautiful moment that it wouldn't end in disaster.

In full on, pure and undisguised disgust.

Losing the mask in a moment of hurt and anger and yeah, he probably shouldn't have said that in front of Victor's brother but... would it have ever been said otherwise?

Being sent away, just like that.

Yeah, that spiral was happening.

And then finding out that Victor was just like everyone else who knew about his alcoholism. Another person he had to wear a smile for... but Victor was never supposed to be in that category. How did he even make that work now?

Could he even?

But, hey, at least this time he did ask for time to get his head sorted out.

But even as nice as it was to have Victor's mom come and apologize and attempt to make things right, it didn't magically fix everything. Healing doesn't work like that.

But maybe bailing on the wedding was a mistake.

Maybe going was a mistake.

Maybe everything from the first time he took a drink was a mistake.

Who even knows where this is going anymore?

This is what my brain comes up with when they don't give us canon to fill in the gaps.

[thelightofthingshopedfor]

gotta say I’m particularly pleased with Loki using magic fireworks to show off, because I literally put that in the Steve/Loki fic I wrote for @veliseraptor​ a few years ago, where they sort of grow up together as childhood friends because of handwavey time-travel shenanigans:

Loki shrugs, looking down. After a moment he says, “We Aesir live such long lives that we mark such events differently as we age, or at least that is the common practice. Young children’s birthdays are celebrated every year; later, perhaps the day is marked in small ways but is truly celebrated once each decade, or once per century for adults and those nearing adulthood. I am approaching that age myself, so it is not as though I expect a regular, lavish celebration or anything of that sort. It is only…”

“Thor gets a bigger party?” Steve guesses.

“A feast of some kind, most years,” Loki says, his voice flat. “It is good for our warriors’ morale, you see. When he turned 750, the festivities lasted nearly a fortnight, and he was gifted with Mjolnir, a weapon of great power. So I thought…well.”

“Yesterday was your 750th too,” Steve says (it still feels unreal to him to measure someone’s lifespan with numbers that high, but when he does the math in his head, he’s pretty sure that’s about equivalent to 15, so basically Steve’s age).

Loki looks down again and nods. “In truth, I am not sure anyone remembered this year was anything out of the ordinary.”

Steve and his mom have never had much, but she’s always managed to make Christmas and his birthday special in some small way, taking extra shifts to afford an art book for him or ingredients for a cake. He’s been a little jealous sometimes of the stuff other kids’ parents can afford, but he’s never, ever felt forgotten. In every other way, Loki’s so much richer that Steve can barely comprehend it, but—

“Well,” he says, “I can’t throw you a feast, but I can take you to Coney Island for ice cream or something.”

“Ice cream,” Loki says.

“Yeah, haven’t you—no, of course you haven’t had ice cream, that’s my fault. I don’t really want to spend money on the rides right now, but just walking around is fun, and I can at least do ice cream.”

“I would like that,” Loki admits.

***

“Here we go, this vendor doesn’t charge extra for toppings.”

Loki balks again when Steve pulls out his wallet. “You needn’t, truly.”

“I know,” Steve says. “But it’s your birthday, and I want to.” He buys them both double-scoop cones with chocolate sauce and hands one to Loki as they head down the boardwalk. “Careful, it’ll melt and start dripping if you don’t eat it fast enough. Uh, but don’t eat it too fast or you’ll get a headache. You just lick it.”

Loki smiles sidelong at him, looking faintly amused. “I think I can manage.” He licks at the ice cream once, delicately, and then his eyes widen a little and he returns to it with a lot more enthusiasm.

“I guess you like it,” Steve says, grinning.

“This is good. I wonder if the cooks at home could make something similar.” He catches a drip running down the side of the cone. “How is it made?”

“No idea. I bet we could look it up somewhere, though. I think it’s milk, ice, and sugar, mostly.”

“Mm.” Loki’s almost reached the cone already—maybe Asgardians just don’t get ice cream headaches—and is finally slowing down. “Well, if you can find me a recipe, I will see what can be done.” He neatly sidesteps a child running between them and smiles at Steve in a way that makes his heartbeat pick up. “Thank you, my friend.”

Steve ducks his head. “Glad you like it.” His own ice cream is starting to melt, and taking care of that keeps him occupied for a few minutes. Then Loki hops up to sit on the boardwalk railing, facing the beach and the water. Steve scrambles up next to him a lot less gracefully, but he manages, and for a little while they just watch the boats and beachgoers, with the Wonder Wheel standing sentinel overhead.

“When is your birthday?” Loki asks.

“July 4, actually. Just a couple months away now. There’s always…” His lips twitch. “My mom used to say the fireworks were just for me, like the city was wishing me a happy birthday too.”

“I am afraid this is another custom with which I am unfamiliar.”

“Right, yeah, of course. July 4 is America’s independence day, since back in—well, actually, that’s not important. Everybody celebrates with fireworks, they’re like colorful little explosions, and we don’t have a great view but my mom started taking me up to the roof to see better.” Steve laughs a little. “I think she felt bad after a while for telling me the fireworks were for me, but I’d already figured it out, and honestly I didn’t mind. I’m nobody special, I know the city’s not going to celebrate me, but it’s still nice feeling like everyone’s celebrating with me.”

“Well,” Loki says, “to your assertion that you are ‘nobody special,’ I would be inclined to point out that you are almost certainly the only living human to count a prince of Asgard as a friend. Which…focuses on me rather more than I intended.”

Steve snorts. “That was pretty much luck anyway, right? You could’ve stumbled across anybody.”

“True enough. But I met you instead, and I am glad of it. If either of us has cause to be grateful for that luck, I think it would be me.” He darts a glance toward Steve and then away, studying the shoreline, and Steve is suddenly struck by how beautiful Loki is. He’s noticed before, but not quite like this, with the breeze ruffling Loki’s hair and the sun highlighting those fine, sharp features Steve is always itching to draw. He doesn’t just want to draw Loki now, though; mostly he’s wondering what it would be like to kiss him.

***

The next time Steve sees him, it’s slightly more than two months later and he’s sitting on the roof sketching the skyline when Loki pops into existence next to him. He’s doing a terrible job of trying to hide a self-satisfied grin, so whatever his latest prank was, it must have gone well. Before he can ask, Loki says, “Your birthday is soon, yes?”

“Last week, actually.”

“Damn. I’d hoped to find you on the day itself, but—well, nothing for it now. I wanted…” He reaches into a satchel, hesitates, and pulls out a small wooden box. “I brought you a gift. A small thing, but—I hope you like it.”

Steve sets his sketchbook aside and takes the box, intrigued. The top opens on a hinge; inside, cradled in a nest of straw, is a black crystal ball about the size of Steve’s two fists, with a polished wooden base. When he pulls it out, flecks of color glint across its surface wherever the sun hits it. It’s pretty, but he can’t think why Loki would give him a fancy paperweight, and he’s not sure how to ask without sounding ungrateful.

“Put your hand on the sphere,” Loki says, his voice still full of suppressed excitement, “and think of your fireworks.”

Steve does. A tiny spark of light shoots up from the base of the globe and bursts under his fingers, then another and another, red and blue and gold and green, spiraling downward and fading out before exploding again, and his confusion turns to wonder as he stares at it. It’s like a snow globe but it’s full of little fireworks instead, fireworks that look just like the real thing in silent, miniature form. He turns it in his hand and the lights follow the motion, sinking back to and shooting out from what’s now the bottom, in spirals and spiders and starbursts.

“Fireworks in a jar,” Steve says. “This is incredible.”

Loki grins. “It is, isn’t it? I didn’t make the globe, of course, I bought that, but the enchantment is mine, built from scratch.”

Steve turns the globe again, marveling at the tiny little world in his hands. “I thought you didn’t know what fireworks were?”

“As it happens, they are a very old invention—as Midgard marks time, anyway—so I was able to observe some myself at a celebration of some kind in China, and I replicated those. So…now you have fireworks that really are just for you.”

The globe is slightly warm against his palms, and Steve closes his hands over it. “This is—way better than anything I gave you.”

Loki looks at him with a crooked smile. “I suppose that is a matter of perspective.”

I mean, I guess I was wrong about fireworks not being a thing on Asgard, but still, it’s fun. :)

[erromes]

@exsanguinatedserenity​ asked: 6 and 15 for Nahia!

A PEEK INSIDE... 06.    bedside table drawer.

nahia’s bedside table hasn’t been touched since childhood, basically -- not that it’s not organized! on the contrary, it’s very tidy and she cleans it appropriately. it’s just that she’s mostly had the same stuff in it since she was adopted, and has only slowly accumulated a few things to put on/in it. it’s small, kind of a reddish brown, and definitely super cheap wood.

- a nightlight she’s had since jokin first adopted her. the circumstances were really heavy, and jokin, while grieving the loss of his wife, took 4 year old nahia to the dollar store and told her to pick out anything she wanted for her new room. this...didn’t go well. not because nahia was really upset! but because she wouldn’t say anything. she knew what she wanted, but she was just too shy (read: the child nahia’s manifestation of not wanting to be an inconvenience). so jokin took her up and down every single aisle, pointing at things and asking her if she wanted them. and she picked out a nightlight that had blue dolphins on it. it’s currently unplugged, mostly because she feels silly about still being scared of the dark, but on really, really bad nights, she still uses it.

- some miscellaneous papers, like handouts from church, letters from school (when she still went to school), lists that she’s made -- these rotate out often, and she doesn’t let them pile up.

- a music/jewelry box, you know the ones with the spinning ballerina? it’s the only gift she received from her mother, since she bought it when she was pregnant with nahia. she used to play the music sometimes as a kid and just stare ( dissociate ) at the ballerina, but she stopped doing that around 10 years old. now it’s just a box for her jewelry.

- a floral print journal she’d had since she was a kid. she doesn’t journal often, but sometimes she’ll feel compelled to write down a weird dream or a thought she had.

- small, miscellaneous toys, some belonging to her younger sisters. small dolls, fake money, a small plastic dog, a small plastic horse, a small plastic fish, etc. these have cycled over the years to reflect her sisters’ taste in toys.

- earbuds! they’re weirdly taped up and only work if you hold it in one specific way, but they were nahia’s absolute lifesaver before jokin bought her some over the ear headphones for her 15th birthday.

- migraine pills and ibuprofen. sometimes she’ll wake up in the middle of the night with really bad headaches that may progress into migraines.

- a pearl rosary that her father meant to give her for her first communion, bought while his wife was still pregnant with nahia.

- a st. michael the archangel prayer card. she doesn’t remember where it came from, and keeps meaning to ask jokin if he wants it, but she keeps forgetting.

- in the bottom drawer, underwear and socks, underneath these things, a framed picture of her mother and father. it’s one of the few of her parent’s possessions that isn’t in a box in the closet, but she still feels strange displaying it. she doesn’t look at it too often.

15.     bookcase.

ooh, nahia is not a big reader, since she had to skip so much school at a certain point to help jokin in his restaurant, so it’s mostly stuff from her little sisters. i’m not on the up and up in terms of popular spanish kids books, but i can tell you it’s a lot of fantasy and a lot of mermaid media! lots of old disney picture books, too. 

also coloring books! they’ve all been mostly filled in, but you can always tell which ones nahia did as a kid (coloring was one of her favorite activities) because the crayon/pencil strokes were extremely light and extremely neat for someone at her age at the time. there is also an old, old sketchbook that nahia used to very quietly color in. nothing prodigious or anything. she just did spent extended periods of time just sort of letting herself feel how crayons felt moving across the paper, so you’ll come across entire pages that are all one color, or a mix of two.

some books that are nahia’s however are whatever the spanish/european equivalent is to the magic tree house series. it’s basically a series about two kids who go into a magic tree house and are able to travel back in time to go on adventures! nahia would’ve been fascinated with the idea of time travel, and would’ve always dreamed about going back in time...for some weird reason. she doesn’t have all of them, and lots of them skip in between, but they are all extremely well-loved.

in terms of knick-knacks, you’ll mostly find stuff that belongs to her sisters. but she does have some mermaid figurines, miscellaneous angel figurines that are just Always in old spanish houses, random bookmarks, etc. the bookcase itself is not very big, so not much can fit into it outside of this stuff! 

[meruz]

Aforementioned long ask post please excuse me while i try to figure out tumblr's new text editor. I’ll get into the art meme questions first and then the rest at the end.

Ok first of all thank you all for sending in questions! Giving me an excuse to talk hehe. I’ll address these in number order. Here’s a link to the ask meme for reference but also I’ll restate the question for ease of reading.

1. When did you get into art?

Super cliche answer but I don’t remember a time where I WASN’T the weird art kid! I started keeping a dedicated sketchbook when I was about 12? But here’s a page from my kindergarten journal about what I want to be when I grow up.

2. What art-related sites have you ever signed up for? 

LOL this is a weird question. Not sure why so many people want to know. Anyways I definitely had a dA. more than one dA account. I used to browse oekakis when I was a kid but I think I was only signed up to some small ones that internet friends owned. What else...? Mangabullet,Tegakie, Paintberri, iscribble back when that was a thing, instagram if that COUNTs, I used to post art on livejournal and dreamwidth too. Patreon, I guess. Gumroad, inprnt, bigcartel, storenvy all for selling stuff.

In terms of resources.. I have a schoolism account that I’m sharing with friends. Used to take classes on coursera for free. I signed up to textures.com for work recently haha. I can’t remember if I ever had an account on posemaniacs. Did they have accounts...? I definitely used to visit all the time.

3. Show us your oldest piece of art you have on hand.

Alright here’s me actually logging into my old deviantart account. These are from September 2008 So I was 13 years old. I don’t have a deviantart account from before then because 13 was the required age for having an account and I didn’t want to lie about my age because I wanted people to be impressed by how young yet clearly incredible at art I was LOL.

4. What defines your artistic style?

You guys are probably more equipped to answer this than me but uh... I wanna say... Focus on colors. And... a slightly heavy hand? Like confident... not always well-considered mark making HAH...

Also I think I have a pretty healthy mix of american comics/manga influences. I feel like people who are into american comics always think my art is too manga and people who are into anime/manga always think my art is too american. And I’m taking that as a good sign.

5. Do you practice other styles/have you tried other styles in the past?

I like to think I switch it up a bunch! I mean, these are pretty different, right?

I think I’ve mentioned this before but one thing I really took away from art school is that, for an illustrator at least, art style shouldn’t be consistent. Your greatest weapon is changing the aspects of your style based on the task, the emotions and message you want to illustrate etc. So depending on the project I’m working on, the fandom I’m drawing for, whether I want something to be funny or serious or dramatic, I’ll change things about my style all the time.

One thing I don’t rly post on here is really tight polished work and that’s because I do that for my day job haha. If you’re not paying me... I’m probably not gonna color in the lines.

6. What levels of artistic education have you had?

I have a whole ass diploma LOL. Bachelor of Fine Arts in Illustration. from the Rhode Island School of Design. And I had a great college experience tbh. Besides the student loans. If any of you guys are thinking about art school feel free to e-mail or message me questions or concerns, I’ll be happy to help. Be as honest as I can be.

7. Show us at least one picture you drew or sketched recently that you did not put on a public site.

heres the wandavision kids. Uhh what else do I have...I feel like I’m rummaging for loose change here...

assorted valentines prep doodles

8. What is your favourite piece that you have done?

Well, obviously this is gonna change all the time and generally it’s gonna be my most recent piece LOL. So yeah, why the hell not. I’ll say it’s this one. I have a pretty short memory which I count as a blessing for an artist. I don’t dwell that long on older work and it keeps me moving forward.

10. What do you like most about your art?

I like that it’s something that only I would make! I had this thought fairly recently and I wrote it down in my sketchbook, it’s pretty cheesy and rambling but it felt revolutionary at the time:

So yeah. I like my art best when it’s the most me and for me. And I like it least when it feels like I’m just making something for social media or for other people’s expectations or whatever.

14. What do you like drawing the most?

Kids in baggy clothing are like my go-to LOL idk if that’s obvious. but also I like being challenged so lately I’ve really loved drawing multi-character compositions, environments, weird angles, etc.

oh i LOVE drawing the underside of shoes lol. And bandages. People that are kinda beat up.. I think it comes from getting a bunch of cuts all the time. I’m always patching myself up and I want to patch characters up too.

15. What do you like drawing the least?

mmm I try to find something to like in every drawing but lets see... I don’t like doing commissions of people’s dogs. Just because it’s normally like... a family friend and my mom volunteered me without my consent and I don’t even really know what they’re expecting me to draw and I don’t even get to meet the dog. Also I’m not that great at dog anatomy. Trying to learn though.

18. What is your purpose for drawing?

This could have a million answers! Uhhh to GIT GOOD??? But also to express myself... and also to make money... I mean it depends on what the drawing IS. I draw fanart mostly to connect to people in the fandom so if you ever see me drawing fanart please take it as like an open invitation to talk to me about the character haha. 

20. How would you rank your art? (poor, mediocre, good, etc.)

Good!!! I have a lot of self-confidence primarily born out of ignorance and a short attention span. If I don’t think too hard about how many other artists are mindblowingly unfathombly good... its easy to think I’m good too! LOL

In all seriousness though, I think the opinion a person has of their art is like a crazy balancing act, right? Like you have to think you suck enough to want to get better but also you have to think you’re good enough to not want to give up. I think we’re all walking that line, I know I am! But also I’m a glass half-full type of person so. Most of the time I feel good about it.

22. List at least one of your “artspirations.”

This is a good question because I’ve been trying and failing to put together one of those “influence map” memes for like a full month now. What’s giving me a hard time is I feel like none of these are actually really obvious “““influences”““ in my art? Like it’s hard to see a lot of them in the work I make...? But idk maybe you guys’ll see what I can’t.

And these are just a couple! God there’s so many more. I could talk about other artists for ages, from all different genres of art. Daumier, Rockwell like every illustrator out there, Dana Gibson, Alex Toth, Hiroshi Yoshida, a lot of the Brandywine School. Lots of current working artists too, Karl Kerschl, frikkin Masashi Kishimoto lol, Jake Wyatt, Richie Pope, Edouard Caplain, Matt Cook, Sachin Teng, - lots of big internet artists, Sophie Li, Freddy Carrasco, Milliofish, Angela Sung... like all my friends from art school too. I could just keep going but I’ll stop for now lol.

24. Do you have a shameful art past? (recolour sprite comics, tracing art, etc.)

I mean if that’s how we’re defining shameful?? sure LOL. It’s not sprite comics but I used to do pokemon sprite recolors all the time. And I used to trace manga panels and color them... Granted this was all when I was like under 12 yrs old so it’s not even embarrassing. Can you really call it shameful when a 7 year old wets the bed or whatever? Not really. In fact some of these are cool as fuck. Look

25. Draw a picture!

Man I’m so tired now but here.

I used to get a lot of compliments for drawing people smiling lol but I don’t think I’ve drawn a lot of smiling lately.. here’s proof I’ve still got it.

OK MEME DONE. onto the rest.

I read this ask first thing when i opened my computer in the morning and it made me really emotional.. I’m so glad my sketches could help you!!

I think a lot of artists on social media talk about the struggle of making art but imo not enough people talk about the joy! Like I know it’s corny but. I really meant what I said at the beginning of that sketchbook about re-contextualizing art around process and progress > product and perfection. I think its super important..! The strength of messy, unfinished, and energetic art! For the feeling of it, for the love it!

That's crazy!!! I hope you like 'em. The whole line of x-books is really good rn imo.

Hi! I totally have the answer for digital stuff on my faq lol. But in terms of drawing on paper.. it varies! I tend to use sketchbooking and any on-paper doodling I do as a way to loosen up/warm-up or experiment. But right now my go-to aresenal is:

from top > bottom

- kuretake no.55 doublesided brush pen

- tombow fudenosuke

- muji 0.38 ballpoint

- medium size poscas

- grey tombow double brush pens

- good ol bic mechanical pencil

not EXACTly sure which inking you referring to from my sketchbook but if I had to take a guess it'd probably be the kuretake no55. That's been my main inker, lately. Great for sketching with the thin end too.

You can print out and eat my art if you like. Just please don't mass produce or re-sell. <3

Thanks! I've come to accept that my art is always gonna be sort of gestural and painty naturally. It's getting it to tighten up enough to be legible that's hard lol...

uh yeah lol I agree actually. I think yolei is great.

I assume these asks are related? LOL

1) Yeah totally true. I love David.

2) I don’t take requests, sorry! But if you want to commission me to draw Legion i would be MORE than happy to. Just e-mail me at isellhotdogs@gmail.com.

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[krispydefendorpolice]

Once Upon A Miraculous - Part 1

Okay so this prompt got away from me and now you all get a two parter. Yay me,😭😭😭

Also you guys are freaking amazing because I was not expecting the responses I got from everyone on my preview post. Especially since all I said was “hey I got a new story who wants to hear it”.

This is for @pepelachanel for the story idea. Oh my goodness, the brain worm you gave me have led me to write over 3,400 words of Jasonette goodness. And angst. Sorry for that.

I hope this is enjoyable.

Next Masterpost list

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“Dan?” She asked the car with the plate that matched the ones on her Uber App.

“Marinette?” The man asked. He got out of the vehicle and opened the trunk for her bags when she nodded.

“Welcome to Gotham,” he said when they were both back in the car. “Is this your first time to the city?”

“No, I’ve been here before, a few years ago.” Marinette said looking out the window at the buildings they passed.

“What brings you back then, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m on my way to school in New York and I just thought I’d stop and see an old friend.”

“You’re close with this friend?”

“I was, but he died a couple years ago.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he said apologetically.

“Thank you. I wasn’t able to come for his funeral.” She smiled sadly, “This is the first time I’ve been able to come and properly pay my respects.”

They grew quiet as the driver continued to navigate the traffic in Gotham and Marinette’s thoughts drifted to that long ago summer.

*************************************

Marinette was 15 years old the first time she went to Gotham. She came at the request of Jagged Stone to work as his costume designer for his American tour. Marinette’s parents had agreed when Sabine’s old roommate from University had agreed to act as Marinette’s chaperone.

Selina Kyle was impressed by the girls creative mind. Everywhere they went the girl brought a sketchbook and she was drawing every time she had a chance.

They were at the Wayne building as Selina had set a lunch date with her fiancé and they had agreed to pick up the man and his son there. Marinette was sitting in the downstairs lobby where she could see the stained glass over the entrance doors while she waited for Selina to collect the men.

“What are you drawing?”

Marinette jumped at the voice but looked at the speaker. He was a big man? Boy? He looked about her age really so boy was probably right. He had a large build, about the size of her classmate Ivan. The same black hair too, but his eyes were blue like her own.

“A dress design,” Marinette answered looking back at the beginning sketch on the page.

“You’re a designer?”

“Yes. I mostly work on commission right now but I do some designing for myself.”

The boy nodded and looked from the sketch up to the windows she had used as inspiration. “That’s pretty cool. I’ve walked past these windows a lot and never seen them this way before.”

“Most of the world does,” Marinette says, “I’ve just trained myself to look at the things we mostly take for granted in new ways for inspiration .”

“Are you waiting for someone?”

“My guardian. We’re going to lunch with her fiancé and his son.”

The boy’s face brightened as he smiled, “You must be Marinette then.”

Marinette was surprised and it showed on her face.

He laughed, “I’m Jason Todd-Wayne. My father Bruce is Selina’s fiancé.”

“I didn’t say her name.” Marinette argued.

“My dad knows everyone that works for him and if someone else had gotten engaged we would know about it.”

“Marinette, Jason! I see you’ve already met. Are you ready to go?” Selina asked as she walked up to them with a man behind her.

**

During her time in Gotham Marinette ended up spending most of her free time with Jason. As he was on summer break as well he helped her when she needed to do work for Jagged and attended the concerts with her as her assistant.

They grew close, sharing jokes and stories. He showed her around the town and all the best places to go. He shared how he was an outcast in school for being a former street kid thrown into the world of the prestigious upper crust elite. Marinette shared how she was an outcast because of a liar who turned all her friends and the entire class against her. It was one of the main reason’s her parents had even agreed to let her go on tour with Jagged and Selina.

It was a week before her return to Paris that he kissed her for the first time. They spent the last week together going on dates and spending as much time together as they could.

Before she got on the plane to take her back to Paris he gave her a small wrapped package and said to hold onto it until he told her to open it. She agreed and placed it in her bag before kissing him and getting on the plane. She waved to him from the end of the flyway (the goof had purchased a ticket just so he could walk her to the gate but Bruce had refused to actually let him fly off to Paris).

Once home Marinette settled in. She took the box and placed it on a shelf above her designing area.

Then a crash outside had her transforming and running off to fight yet another Akuma.

**

The next day at school Marinette found out that some of the American news agencies had gotten pictures of her and Jason together. Many were from when they were just friends but a couple were taken after their kiss.

Her so called ‘friends’ jumped her when she entered the classroom asking when she had gone to America, why didn’t she tell them, could she introduce the Waynes to them?

Marinette ignored them, pushed through the crowd and took the seat in the back of the class. She pulled out her phone and sent a message and waited for his response.

Marinette jumped when hands slammed on her desk.

“Girl, why are you ignoring us. That’s not being a very good friend,” Alya said.

“We’re not,” Marinette answered.

“We’re not?” Alya looked confused by the words. “Not what?”

“We’re not friends,” Marinette said standing from her seat. “I haven’t heard from any of you in months. Not one of you sent me a message at any point while I was abroad. But even before that none of you talked with me, or have hung out with me in months. If that’s how you treat friends then I want no part of it.”

The class looked away from her, ashamed of how they had treated one of the kindest girls in the class.

Marinette took her seat as the teacher came into the class and the lesson began.

**

That exchange set the tone for the rest of the school year. A few, Nathaniel, Rose and Juleka, had apologized and did their best to rebuild their friendship with Marinette. They did get to meet Jason during one of his trips to Paris with Bruce when he came for business.

He wasn’t thrilled that Marinette had forgiven their treatment of her but was glad they were showing true remorse over it. They continued to talk or message daily with an occasional visit back and forth for the rest of the year.

**

It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning when

Marinette saw Bruce again.

“Mr Wayne, come in we weren’t expecting you were we?” She asked when she found the man at the door. He looked a mess but she didn’t want to be rude and mention it. “Did Jason come with you?”

He flinched at her question.

Marinette stilled at the unusual reaction.

“I. There.” He stopped and swallowed harshly. “There was an attack. The Joker, he took Jason.”

Marinette gasped, “is he okay? Was he hurt?”

Bruce shook his head, “I’m sorry Marinette. He didn’t make it.”

Her vision clouded over as tears filled her eyes and she dropped to her knees and cried.

Bruce pulled her into a clumsy embrace as he cried with her and just repeated “I’m sorry” over and over again.

The funeral was a week later. Bruce had offered to fly her to Gotham for the service but Marinette had to turn it down. The fights with Hawkmoth’s Akuma’s had increased and she and Chat Noir were fighting them on a near daily basis.

At 16 she grieved for a life, a love, a dream lost too soon.

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Marinette accepted Adrian’s proposal. They had been dating for about six months at that point and she wanted to move on with her life. She couldn’t keep it on hold over a memory of a boy who would talk stained glass windows with her.

She took that old, little box, still in its wrapping and placed it in a drawer where she could keep all the memories it held with it.

Ladybug and Chat Noir had been fighting for four years by that time. It was a long battle but they were beginning to make headway. They had clues now, a new AkumaApp was produced that allowed the citizens of Paris to report when they saw the black butterfly’s. Using that information and the information provided by the Akuma victim’s themselves they were narrowing down the location of Hawkmoth's lair.

Soon they would have enough information to find the villain.

She was 18 years old.

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Hawkmoth was unmasked and Gabriel Agreste was arrested.

Emilie Agreste was found in a coma under the house. Life support was stopped and she was pronounced dead five minutes later.

The first few months post Hawkmoth’s reveal, Adrian and Marinette worked to keep his company from folding due to the negative press while Marinette tried to keep Adrian from falling apart from losing both his parents the way he had.

Once things were beginning to settle and the company was evening out Adrian asked for a divorce. He wanted to end their marriage because there was someone else, someone he had promised himself he’d pursue if he ever had a chance.

Marinette moved back with her parents in the apartment over the bakery. Two days later Chat Noir and Ladybug met on top of the Eiffel Tower to say their final goodbyes. Back where their partnership had really begun with Ladybugs declaration that they would defeat Hawkmoth.

When Adrian revealed himself, Ladybug took the ring of the black cat and said she’d never agree to date someone like him.

Marinette was 19 years old.

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“We’re here miss,” the driver said as he pulled up in front of the gates to Wayne Manor.

Marinette leaned out the window to press the call button on the gate box.

“Can I help you?” The voice not the other side asked.

“Oui, monsieur. Is Monsieur Wayne home?”

“He is out at the moment. Is he expecting you?”

“No, my name is Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. This was a rather impromptu trip I decided to make at the last minute. Perhaps you could help me. Would you be able to tell me in which cemetery Jason Todd was buried?”

Marinette was worried she wouldn’t get an answer when silence followed her question.

“Please drive up to the house.”

The gates opened and the car drove up. At the house the doors were opened by an elderly gentleman who walked to the car and opened the door for Marinette when they stopped.

“I am Alfred Pennyworth. We did not get to meet when you were last in Gotham Miss, but I did hear a great deal about you from Master Jason.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you monsieur Pennyworth, Jason had a great many things to say about you.”

“Do you have your things with you?”

“Just the bag in the trunk,” Marinette admitted.

Alfred went around and when the driver opened the trunk he picked up her bag.

“This way Miss Marinette.”

Marinette gave the driver a quick thank you before she followed Alfred into the house. He placed her bag down in the entryway, “I’ll make up a room for your stay and bring the bag up in a moment. Follow me please.”

“Oh, that’s okay I have a room at the Comfort Inn monsieur. I didn’t expect monsieur Wayne to put me up. I just came because I was never told where Jason was laid to rest and I was hoping someone could tell me.”

“The grave stone is in the Wayne family cemetery on the grounds Miss Marinette. It will be no trouble to give you a room for your stay. If you still insist after seeing Master Wayne and the others I will, of course, understand and drive you to your hotel myself.”

“Merci monsieur Pennyworth.”

“You may call me Alfred Miss Marinette,” he said with a kindly smile.

“Merci monsieur Alfred,” Marinette returned the smile as she followed him into what looked like an office.

Marinette was confused when Alfred walked to a grandfather clock and opened the glass door to move the hands on the face. She was startled when the wall next to the clock opened up to reveal a hidden door.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor Miss Marinette,” Alfred said and walked inside and down the stone steps.

Marinette considered it for a moment, the man could be leading her somewhere where he could kill her without risking her alerting someone after all, but everything she had heard about Alfred from Jason had said he wasn’t that kind of person.

Of course this man could be an imposter, she thought to herself as she followed him down the stairs. But well, cats weren’t the only ones that curiosity killed.

At the bottom of the stairs the room opened up into a large underground cave. The space to her immediate right was filled with glass cases each with an empty mannequin inside. A second row above had cases with costumed mannequins inside. They were various costumes worn by Gotham’s Dark Knight and his partners.

To the left was a large computer and various machines that would have been at home in a police forensics lab. In the center was an open space with a couple vehicles parked. The open spaces between the bike and cars could have been held for additional vehicles.

On the far side of the parking space was a giant coin and a dinosaur. Around the base of the dinosaur were a variety of cases that held other mementos from past battles.

“The family should be home soon. Would you like some tea while we wait?”

Marinette looked at the elderly man in surprise. Looked around the cave. And looked at the man again. She mutely nodded her head in acceptance.

After taking the offered cup, Marinette sipped it before asking the question she’d wanted to since she’d seen the insignia on one of the costumes.

“Monsieur Wayne is the Batman?”

“He is.”

“Was Jason... Did Jason die because he was a Robin?”

Alfred closed his eyes in grief, “he did. Joker got a hold of him. He tortured Master Jason before leaving him locked in a warehouse with a live bomb. Master Bruce was unable to make it in time to save him.”

Marinette paled at Alfred’s words. Though she teared up at the pain he must have gone through she was sure that Jason would have been a hero even if he had known what would happen to him. He’d had that edge of protectiveness he’d developed as a street kid when the younger kids were being harassed or bullied by older kids. He was a hero to the core. In or out of costume.

Marinette sniffled as Alfred poured fresh tea into her cup to give her a moment to collect herself.

“I do believe we’ll have a full house this evening,” he said to distract her. “Master Dick is in town following an arms dealer from Bludhaven. Master Jason is assisting him and Master Damian has insisted on helping as well.”

“I’ve heard about Dick from Jason. He was monsieur Wayne’s ward, a son to him yes? But the other’s I’ve never heard of.”

“Yes Master Dick was Master Bruce’s ward and son. Master Timothy was in a similar situation, when his parents died a few years ago Master Bruce took him in and later adopted him. Master Damian however is Master Bruce’s biological son. He came to us about a year and a half ago. He was almost as wild as Master Jason when he first came to us.”

Marinette giggled. Jason had told her about what a little shit he had been when he first came to the Wayne house. He had been convinced that Bruce was some kind of pedophile and had adopted him as some attempt to get a living sex toy. Jason had decided if that was the old man’s game he’d have another think coming to him.

It took a couple of months before Bruce and Alfred were able to convince the former street kid that that was not the reason why they took Jason off the streets. Of course that was not before Jason had managed to set every alarm and clock in the house to go off at noon everyday or change the passwords to every electronic device to Batmansucks****!

“That must have been an adventure,” Marinette offered.

“Quite,” the man said.

The quiet after they settled to their thoughts was broken by the roar of a motorcycle.

A man in a black costume with a blue bird insignia across the chest was the first to arrive.

“Alfred, I didn’t know we’d have a guest?” He looked at Marinette curiously.

“Master Dick this is Miss Marinette,” Alfred said by way of introduction.

He looked at the older man curiously, “I haven’t heard of a Marinette before. Sorry,” he apologized to her when he realized he was talking about her in front of her.

Marinette shook her head in dismissal, “I wouldn’t expect monsieur Wayne to have any reason to talk about me so I understand that you wouldn’t know of me.”

Before they could say anything else two more bikes and the batmobile pulled into the cave.

“Master Bruce, Master Tim, Master Damian, Miss Cassie,” Alfred called as they got off bikes and out of the car, “come greet Miss Marinette.”

Tim looked to be average height, about an inch or two shorter than Dick. Both had black hair and their eyes were hidden by the domino masks.

The girl looked to be closer to Marinette’s height but taller than Marinette herself, so probably average for a woman at 5’4 or so. She too had black hair and a mask.

The youngest looked to be no more than a child. Marinette would eat her hat if he was older than 12. Again he had black hair though it was hard to see and his eyes were hidden in the shadow of his hood as well as by a mask.

The Batman, one billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, was the tallest and walked up to her.

“I didn’t realize you were coming,” he said as he removed the cowl hiding his features, “or that you knew our secret.”

“I didn’t know until Monsieur Alfred brought me down. I made a last minute decision to come visit Jason’s grave before I go to New York for the new school term.”

She didn’t miss the way Dick and Tim stiffened at the mention of the grave but didn’t know why. Did they not want strangers to go to the cemetery? Alfred had mentioned it was a family cemetery. Surely they could allow her a few moments to pay her respects?

“Mmm,” he hummed in acknowledgement.

“I believe I made my opinion clear on the matter years ago Master Bruce,” Alfred said. As he left the cave he said over his shoulder, “Now you may handle this yourselves.”

Marinette watched him go with a frown but another engine coming into the cave drew her attention.

The man getting off was the biggest of all the Bat themed heroes, even Batman. He wore a leather jacket and a red helmet. He removed the helmet as he walked to where everyone was gathered by the computer but stopped when he saw everyone sitting there.

When no one moved, Marinette stood and walked to the new person. “Hi. Monsieur Alfred introduced the others but I haven’t gotten your name yet. I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she held out her hand for him to shake.

The man’s jaw worked as he looked to be trying to find the right words.

He finally settled for removing the mask he wore under the helmet. Marinette gasped her eyes going wide and her hands covering her mouth.

“It’s me Nettie. I’m alive.”

At 20 years old Marinette’s dreams, her love, was brought back to life.

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