#drabbles based on art

[l2bbocsstuff]

STITCHING HEARTS TOGETHER

At 9 am on a Sunday, Korra stood at the front entrance of the house next door.  She was pretty sure that it would be unlocked because when she and Vi left the residence very early that particular morning, they had tucked Asami and Caitlyn into their respective beds.  The four of them had been drinking copious amounts of wine until the wee hours and Korra figured that neither of the other girls would have gotten up to lock the door.  She turned the knob and quietly stepped in.I’ll just clean up a bit before everyone else wakes up.

Korra began by putting the corks back into the semi-empty bottles that were sitting on the coffee table.  Her mind floated back to images of the night before.  She knew at one point that Caitlyn and she were wearing the wine cartons on their head and saying that they were “Team Blue” which automatically made Asami and Vi “Team Red”.

Spirits knows where that idea came from.

She put more than a few empty bottles back into the wine carton and picked up the glasses.  Still being as silent as possible, Korra crept into the kitchen.  Her startle reflex hit her full force when she saw Asami sitting at the kitchen table.  Korra blurted “Fuck!!” at the same time Asami said, “Holy shit!!  Korra what are you doing here?  You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“The feelings mutual.”

Once both women calmed a bit, Korra eyed Asami, who was wearing a blue and white sweater, a dark set of sunglasses inside, and her hair and make-up was flawless as usual.  Korra asked, “Why are you up so early?”

“I’ve always been an early riser.  Even when I’m hungover, like right now, my body says ‘get the hell out of bed’ because I know I won’t go back to sleep.  It really kind of sucks.  Why are you up?  You should feel as bad as I do and why are you sneaking around?”

“One – I don’t get hangovers.  Water tribe baby!!” she said as she flexed her biceps into a 90-degree angle.  “And two, I wasn’t sneaking around.  I was trying to clean up.  It seemed the least I could do because you guys bought all the wine.”

“That’s very kind of you.  Thank you.  Although we didn’t really buy all the wine.  Caitlyn’s parents left this for us when they were here a couple of weeks ago.”

“Ahhh, I kind of wondered where the wine came from.  I’ve never heard of Piltover’s Finest, not that I am much of a wine aficionado.”

Asami took a sip of her coffee, while leaving a lovely lip-stain on the cup, “Would you like one?”

“Yes, please.  I could use the caffeine.  I’m still pretty tired and mornings are evil.”

Asami poured one for her friend and then sat back down with a sigh.

Korra thanked her for the java, sat on the table and then said, “I wondered where I left that.”

“Left what?”

“My sweater.  I see it fits you.”

Asami blushed.  “You left it here a while ago.  I think it was the afternoon we had the barbeque when we were sitting outside.”

“My Mom made it for me when I was sixteen.  It was the first thing she ever knitted.  She got all the measurements wrong but I loved it anyway.  I think she thought I would keep growing and it would fit someday.  That never happened.”

Asami showed Korra how the arms fit her perfectly.  “Fits me just fine!!  By the way, where’s Vi?”

“She still sleeping it off.  Where’s Caitlyn?”

“The same,” Asami responded.

They sat peacefully and finished their coffees.  Then both women cleaned up the living room.  Once that was completed, Korra headed for the door.  She stopped and turned to her next-door neighbour, “I’m not getting that sweater back am I?”

Asami leaned in and kissed Korra on the cheek, “Probably not.” Korra walked back into her and Vi’s place with a thousand-watt grin on her face.

A lil wip..

[flame-cat]

stan gets the portal going and gets ford back. ford is big mad and wants nothing to do with him. stan doesnt make it far before his car breaks down. tries to fleece the people in town to get it fixed. ends up making things much worse for himself. a week passes, hes chased out of town, the cops are after him, and hes maybe a bit starving. a tiny bit. maybe. so the cops find his car and chase him out into the woods, he loses them. but he finds something else.

something hungry.

he dispatches it, but not without losing both quite a bit of blood and all sense of direction (and any faculties he had left). he stumbles until he sees a vague structure. he knocks on the door.

ford answers with a crossbow for the second time.

this time, stan cant manage a sarcastic response.

ford goes from shocked, to appalled, to bemused in seconds. "what are you doing here?"

stan blinks at him. "i dont know."

a few shivering seconds pass. stan starts to list sideways. ford catches him on instinct. before either of them know it, stan is being lead to sit on the couch.

"... what happened to you?"

stan curls inward and winces. "got caught, i guess."

its clear hes fading fast. ford resists the urge to shake him. "why are you still in gravity falls?"

stan struggles to think of an answer. "i couldnt... engine froze over."

ford did not consider that. "... ah."

there is another long pause.

"... and you didnt think to get it fixed, or take a bus, or...?"

stan laughs hollowly, then that laugh turns into coughing. he doesn't explain why thats so funny to him.

"... right. i believe you're delirious," ford assesses. "i'll be right back."

damn him. always cleaning up his brothers messes.

when ford gets back with a blanket and some coffee, stan is either asleep or unconscious. he is also bleeding quite a lot.

... maybe he shouldnt have left him alone.

[luckyartdrawer]

Made a lil someone for a server event on discord :3c

Such a pensive guy... I wonder what sorts of thoughts run through his head now that he's out of the Plex?

[palettepainter]

Re-read some of muletia's posts about their merformers AU and, since it's officially mermay, I took a crack at drawing mer megatron!

I think next to Ratchet...TFP Megatron might be my favourite. His design is so cool, his voice actor is awesome, and every time he's on screen I just can't stop thinking about how cool of a character he is! His interactions with Starscream are also hilarious, cuz half the time Starscream is being so pathetic and Megatron looks so done with his bs

Anyways enjoy a big mer and his baked bean guppy and a small design I did trying to figure out markings/proportions, I love the trope of big scary creature with their teenie tiny offspring

This particular Merformers AU belongs to @muletia

[seraphimankh]

Woes of a Scarecrow

A little one shot for you all

[aprito]

sos fam...they are so important to me actually...

[jennsmelody]

how do i RUIN killers life quickest route no freeways. puter do you hear me

(killer/something new by rahafwabas)

[aaami]

"I hope it's not a bad thing."

"No."

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

EXTREMELY sorry if you've already answered this, but. hey! are you okay with people writing fics based on your eddsworld comics? was thinking about writing a oneshot based on the polyworld rooftop comic (the "god made me wrong" one) with credit but i wasn't sure u_u

h HELLO???? i would be HONORED....

PLEASE go for it i would absolutely LOVE to see what you come up with!!

[doodlesdreaming]

“This concert was definitely worth sneaking into!”

Dance with the Dead AU- @zoanluen

[callofdudes]

The Grim Reaper will often take the form of a former loved one when someone dies to help them cross. Johnny dies...

And the Grim Reaper comes to collect him, bending down, tilting Johnny's chin up to look into familiar brown eyes.

Johnny trusts Simon so so much he'd let Simon lead him through death. Johnny's eyes widen and he tries to hug Simon, feeling the cold, dead bones in its body...

"I don't want to go Simon..."

It's arms wrap around him, petting through his hair. "I'll be with you every step. Let's go Johnny, it's cold out here."

Johnny grabs a corner or the Reaper's cloak to hang onto as he's led through the darkness. Simon would lead him home, would show him where he needed to go, just like he always does. Simon would make sure he was safe, every single step.

[handymanz13]

— mindless animal, spineless fool.

( 391 words ) ... z-13's limited freedom.

cw ; sedatives, injections, dehumanization.

sedatives. injections. anesthesia. sedatives. injections. sedatives, sedatives, sedatives. z-13 was not trusted to walk without them: not in the water, not alone, not among armed guards, not anywhere in the hadal division's halls.

 it left him a husk of himself, of the sebastian that was a free man five years prior. he stares into the distance now, speaks to himself under his breath, and avoids making eye contact with humans. he's frightened, like a terrified animal in a zoo backed into a corner. clawed hands mindlessly tinker with an electric box's switches and wires and metal and whatnot.

 his vision swims frequently. he loses track of where he is more often. he forgets his name every now and then. not sebastian, he's z-13. it's all anyone calls him, other than, "that thing."

 workers pass him. workers that have families to go home to, workers that have a salary and a paycheck and a finished university career. workers that aren't subjected to cruel and unusual experiments and experimental DNA injections. workers. actual workers, humans with rights and protections and freedoms.

 and then there's sebastian z-13. the outlier. he's lost all rights to his humanity, to his name, to his existence. he exists as nothing but a project, an object, and a means to an end.

 he tightens his grip on the door to the fuse box. slams it without meaning to.

 "jesus christ," z-13 hears a worker gasp. "i cannot believe they let that thing out and about. scares the shit out of me."

 "i know," another replies, shoes tapping against the floor as they pass. z-13 feels eyes on his - its - back. "but, they've got it doped up on so many sedatives. it won't do anything, it can't do anything."

 z-13 knows this is true. the drugs in its system keep its mind at bay, keep it unable to move sufficiently, and it hates it. it can't do anything about it. fighting back is a death wish, so it takes every morning injection obediently. sits back in its too-small bed, and takes the injections. bruises and tiny dots signifying injection sites litter the crook of its arm. it makes it sick to its stomach. or, maybe that's the sedative talking.

 who knows. it doesn't know. it does know that the electric box is fixed. it's no longer sparking. z-13 moves on to the next, not a single thought more.

[doctorsiren]

would it be okay if I made a fanfic for your Royal Caretaker Au?

Omg yeah! That would be so neat and I’d love to read it!!

[angel-fruitcake]

picture this:

TFW 2.0 are working some run-of-the-mill case at a theme park. once they finish up, they decide to hop on a few rides because why the hell not, right?

cut to all 4 of them on a roller coaster- Dean screaming in pure terror and clinging to Cas who has a completely neutral expression. Sam whooping with his hands in the air. Jack laughing and having the absolute time of his life

afterwards once Dean can feel his legs again, he totally nonchalantly asks if anyone wants to ride it again. Cas volunteers, not because he found the ride particularly exciting, but because he liked the way Dean clung to him

[catfuyus]

"hmm?" mikey hums as you press gentle kisses into his neck. it's kiss after kiss. your lips never tiring of his skin. he's sat up in bed with your blanket rolled up on his lap. it's early morning and the time change has the sun lightening the backdrop of the curtains.

you're already dressed for work. makeup on and coffee made. he said he was going to the gym with baji this morning, otherwise he'd still be sleeping warmly in the bed you two share.

he hasn't opened his eyes from the moment you flicked on the dim lights to the moment you gathered up your belongings for work. not even now, as you press loving kisses into your boyfriend's face, knees on the mattress as you lean over the side to hold mikey's face in your hands. kissing his cheek, kissing his head, kissing his neck.

when you finally pull away about to head off to work, mikey's arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back towards him, locking you in place. eyes still closed, man still half asleep.

"mikey," you giggle, whisper his name in his ear as you press another kiss into the side of his face. "i'm gonna be late."

"mmm," he grunts in response, moving himself closer to you to give you access for more kisses.

you take his face between your two hands, plant a nice steady kiss against his sleepy mouth, and pull away. mikey smiles and finally lets you slip away as his eyes peek open. you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. you're just so beautiful. and you're all his. your kisses are his and your hands are his. your smile belongs to him.

"don't forget you're meeting up with baji this morning," you remind him as you grab your purse and keys in the doorway.

"I love you," mikey's sleep heavy voice responds as you open the front door. he rubs his eyes as he admires your form standing in the doorway.

"I love you too baby, see you soon," you smile and lock the door. the sky is pink and rosy as you get into your car. brisk air waking you up as you take another sip from your hot coffee. the earth is alive, the coffee is warm, and mikey loves you so much.

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[benevolenterrancy]

I've been looking at your art with Jin Guangyao like million times and noticed that his face features kinda fluctuate on different non-chibi drawings. Curious if you just like trying different designs or does this just reflect changing with age (he's almost a teenager as Meng Yao and a fully grown adult after the timeskip after all), and generally if you have any particular headcanons on his appereance?

Sorry, I'm just a little (or not a little) obsessed with character design XD

ha ha ha man I wish I could give a cool answer about how yeah, you totally saw through me, I am definitely intentionally making little fluctuations to mark the passage of time etc etc, except I'm tragically not 😅 The closest is that while he's Deputy Meng Yao I do try to make him a little more... optimistic? Give him a bit more youthful pride and confidence that he's finally succeeding and might have a chance to get what he wants? So I guess that ages him a bit between Meng Yao and Jin Guangyao, in theory... but when I'm not drawing silly comics, things just tend fluctuate and I'm not always very good at sticking to one look (I like trying different things!) All I can do is hope my art continues to improve... they're certainly never hiring me for animation or anything that requires consistency!

My headcanons about his appearance that I do try to keep in mind but might not come across in my art:

I almost always try to give him a somewhat round face, or at least rounded cheeks, I'm not sure why but I imagine him with quite a soft looking face... youthful, even as he gets older, and I think he'd be willing to play into that

I usually draw him smiling (because if something has made him show a distinctly different emotion he's probably alone or shit's popping off) and I'll often add dimples as part of my JGY Visual Shorthand (along with critical things like Goofy Hat)

WWX was able to see the goddess statue carved to look like Meng Shi and assume it was a statue of JGY, so I assume he has fairly delicate, almost feminine features -- she was supposed to be beautiful and he looks like her, ergo he must be pretty!

I imagine him with very straight hair, and I think he found this mildly frustrating with the Nie who I usually give more of a wave to -- his hair doesn't hold braids as easily as the Nie brothers! Frustrating when he's trying to fit in!

(listen I know the braids are a show thing not a book canon thing but I will die on this hill) I subscribe to him keeping his Nie braids under his hat you can't take this from me

This doesn't come across in my art because I just do whichever is more fun or fits the comic requirements at the time, but I imagine while Meng Yao / new to the Jin, he wore cuffs at his wrists, anything to keep his sleeves back, for pure practicality's sake. As sect leader I like to imagine he doesn't, and goes for the long, billowing sleeves and more layers as something of a status symbol: he doesn't need to worry about dragging them through dirt or blood or ink anymore!