#got real experimental on this one with the coloring

[partypixiedraws]

messiah

happy 31st, smtii💕

[justasecretflower]

Homicipher hcs- living in the real world with them🤍

Tw- suggestive maybe?.. if u squint. Mentions of blood and gore and also killing. Mentions of breasts and having a family

Mr. Crawling

🖤he is the best housewife. He stays at home and waits by the door, never wrecking anything, remaining patient.

🖤he cuddles with you. It’s his favourite thing to do. He’ll cuddle you in any position as long as he’s pressed up against you or you’re pressed up against him

🖤he 100% tries to keep you in bed in the morning. You have to leave for work? No you’re not. He’s got a death grip on your waist and his head is pressed in your shirt, whining against you and crying.

🖤he enjoys the same movies and shows you do. Reality tv? He’s invested in the dramas, even if he doesn’t understand the words, romance? He’ll root for the couple, horror? Don’t worry he’ll hold you<3

🖤doesn’t know how to cook, obviously, but likes your cooking! He enjoys tasting the new tastes and flavours, he especially likes pasta and has a sweet tooth.

🖤goes wherever you go. Yk how cats stand outside the shower waiting for you? he does that. He even warms up your towel for you with a little towel warmer thingy

🖤always scares your friends off, especially male friends. He's our jealous boy.

🖤he likes to watch you get ready and is curious on how makeup / skincare works. You often have skincare days with him.

Mr. Scarletta

❤️he goes out with you when you kill. It’s so enjoyable to see you all bloodied up, with that crazed look in your eyes. He’s 100% turned on

❤️if u teach him how to use the washer and dryer he washes your bloody clothes. If u get them dirty under your raincoat.

❤️even when u tell him you wanna go out without him trailing behind you like a lost puppy he does it anyway. He stalks you and carefully analyzes who you hang out with.

❤️he likes to wash your hair and draw you baths. Addicted to running soap across you. Not even sexually. He just wants to feel closer to the person that’s in his non existent heart.

❤️likes his quiet time with you. You in his lap reading a book or cuddling silently.

❤️begs to kill with you. Will kiss you all nasty and bloody

❤️not really interested in tv. He shamelessly stares at you the whole time.

❤️LOOOOVES the way that rubies look on your skin. No matter what skin color. They look amazing and especially because red is his color. He loves the possessiveness in it.

Mr. Silver

🩶greys anatomy lover

🩶he doesn’t understand the language but he practices English. He will probably be one of the first to get down English and start actually talking semi fluently

🩶I imagine he also watches greys anatomy to get down some English studying. Immersion learning yk?

🩶he keeps busy. He learns how to do some hairstyles on you

🩶they’re very pretty and his hands are pretty skilled and very soft. In case you are tender headed.

🩶picks up on cooking as well. (Our lil house husband)

🩶he actually goes insane in the kitchen

🩶no like fr put him in the great British bake off he will go crazy

🩶he finds it similar to experimenting and doing medical things of sorts.

🩶he also watches romances. I’m a heavy believer that he would like to have an offspring for experimental purposes but genuinely gets all fuzzy with the idea of having a family with you

Mr. Chopped

🧡hates being alone all day. Cannot stand it. He can’t move around. He can’t be with you. It sucks

🧡wherever you are he wants to go. He wants to stay in ur bag all day and watch you do stuff. He also likes touching new stuff and experimenting with stuff

🧡take him to a slime museum he’ll go insane

🧡loves when you do new hairstyles on him or face masks and skincare

🧡he likes to feel new textures on his skin and eat and drink new things. He’s def a foodie

🧡vacuum of a head. Will eat anything and a lo. Fast.

🧡If you stich him onto the body of one of your victims he’d be over the moon to have a body and would constantly grab and hold onto u

🧡debating making Mr.chopped with a body headcanons

🧡anyway. He also likes falling asleep between ur boobs ! :) or at least on them. He loves how soft they are

Mr. Hood

🤎domestic. He loves the idea of having a family pls prove me wrong .

🤎he also cooks amazingly well

🤎acts of service king. Runs you baths and cooks you food. Does your hair and tries to pick out your clothes for you

🤎romance addict. Loves romance books and movies

🤎does the things your favorite love interests do. Except if it involves speaking or writing in a Alisha. But I also hc him to also learn English eventually

🤎but he does want u to also learn his language

🤎he likes the idea of going grocery shopping. Idk why. But sadly he cannot

🤎makes bomb deserts. He’s so cutesy he made some

Love letter looking apple pastries once.

🤎he makes cutesy deserts often and gives them to you. Makes more or your favorite ones on hard days

🤎also likes the ideas of fairs. But cannot go to them 💔

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[swordsandholly]

def need more ditzy reader with mechanic 141- the only thing that tops my love for military men is blue collar boys <333

make sure to take care of yourself tho lovie!! don’t burn urself out :))

I for sure want to write more of her. Hopefully after this insane week at work I’ll be able to really sit down and crank out some writing. For now I’m battling my way through Ch 3 of Across the Way

But pls enjoy this little not proofread experimental snippet I wrote for ditzy reader

“Look.” Your landlord sighs loudly. Like you’re the one inconveniencing him. “I’ll send someone out.”

“That’s what you said two days ago! And three days before that!” You stomp your foot at no one just to get some of the anger out.

“I’ll get to it when I get to it.”

“Why can’t you-“ The line cuts before you can finish. The jerk hung up on you! What the hell!

You pout, plopping down into your desk chair and sighing. What are you supposed to do? You’re not allowed to call a handyman according to the lease and you don’t have a boyfriend right now. You can’t keep washing pans in the bathroom. It’s gross.

You huff.

“Alright?” Simon asks and you whirl in your chair. How does he walk so quietly?

“Yeah…” You pout harder under his steady gaze, slipping down further into the chair.

“You’re a terrible liar, luv.” His eyes crinkle in corners with a smile.

“Well…” You shrug, twiddling your thumbs in your lap. “My kitchen sink has been broken for a whole week and the landlord won’t do anything about it! I called and called and he just keeps saying he’ll send someone and then doesn’t!” Your voice pitches at the end, real annoyance bleeding through into the edges of your words. You fist your hands in your skirt.

“That’s all?” He raises an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you just ask one of us?”

You blink twice, staring up at him. Your face heats and you look away bashfully - not wanting to admit you didn’t think to ask for their help. Stupid. “I don’t want to be a bother…”

“I’ll come by after work.”

“You don’t have to-“

“I’ll be there.” He nods before marching back into the garage. You just blink after him as he goes.

True to his word, Simon shows up at your door with a massive tool box in hand. Really, he still can’t believe you live in such a shit complex. Price pays you well enough. The locks might as well be paper-mache. Simon lowers his mask before knocking. He trusts you with his face - hell you probably forget it every time you look away - but he also wants you to trust him too. For whatever reason.

You’re staring when you open the door. Big doe eyes looking up at him and blinking slowly. He wonders what goes on behind those blank eyes of yours - if it’s nothing at all or such a chaotic dialogue that you can’t process it enough to pay attention.

All or nothing.

“Gonna let me in, doll?” He asks. You startle, not realizing how intensely you zoned out.

“Oh! Yes!” You jump out of the way, letting him into your small studio apartment. Every time he thinks your shorts can’t get smaller he’s proven wrong.

Simon takes a look around, huffing at the net full of stuffies hanging on the wall. Everything about your home is soft - soft colors, soft fabrics. It smells like vanilla, just like you always do when you come into the shop. His eyes lock briefly on a well-loved sewing machine covered in stickers with a project still under the needle. You must have been working on it before he got here.

Did you mean to leave your bra hanging on the back of that chair right by the kitchen? Lacy and lilac. He’ll have to remember that for some other time. Maybe your birthday.

“Let’s ‘ave a look.” He sighs, knees popping as he crouches in front of the sink. It’s a fucking mess, that’s for sure. At least you figured out how to turn the water off.

“Pipe’s busted.” He says. “I can seal it but it’ll take a sec.”

“Okay.” You murmur.

Simon sighs as he turns onto his back to get a better look. He doesn’t miss the way you stare blatantly at his midsection as his shirt rides up. He might adjust some to expose just a bit more.

You really are the least subtle thing in the planet, aren’t you?

“Can you come hold the light f’me, luv?” He points to the toolbox.

“This one?” You ask, as if it isn’t the only flashlight in the box.

“Yeah.”

“Like this?”

“Yup.” At first he expects you to sit silently so he can concentrate, but he quickly realizes that was far too presumptuous.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Si?” You ask quietly.

He huffs. “No.”

“Oh.” You chew your lip. “You seem like the kind of guy that would.”

Simon has never heard a bigger misread in his damn life but he’ll take it as a compliment, he supposes. “Why do you ask?”

“Cause this is boyfriend work and you’re good at it.”

Simon tries to see your logic - he really does - but he just has no clue how those things are even remotely related. Sure, guys fix things for their girlfriends but calling it ‘boyfriend work’ when anybody with two cents could do it is a bit silly. More than, if he’s honest. He just grunts in response, at a total loss for how to respond.

Simon looks down at you. The way you kneel as your cleaving spills out of your tiny tank top - one of many you insist on wearing so often. He can give into temptation just a little bit, right? “Gonna need you to get closer, doll.”

“Oh!” You scoot forward until your knees brush his side. So ready to listen. Cute.

“Can you lean in a bit?”

“Like this?” You lean forward, chest pressing against him while your hand splays over his midsection for balance. Fucking hell.

“Perfect. Good girl.”

It’s bold and a bit uncoordinated even for him. Something Johnny would try. The purposeful choice of words seems to go right over your head. Instead you blush and smile, shifting your hips just a bit. Your chest pushes further into him. So soft.

Fuck.

You’ll be the death of him. Thank god you’re too unobservant to notice that he’s rock fucking hard.

He’s already done with the sink by the time of this little exchange, but he pretends to tighten some useless bolts anyway just to keep you against him a little longer before shooing you away. It’s cute, the way you scramble to get out of the way. Simon turns the water back on before standing, and gesturing toward the sink.

“Give it a try, luv.”

A little furrow forms in your brow as you step forward to turn it on, crouching and standing to make sure the leak has stopped. You turn the faucet off and whip your head around with a grin.

He’s pretty sure you burst an eardrum with the pitch of the squeal you let out, bouncing over and tightly wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“It’s no pro-“ he cuts off as you push up onto your tip toes and press a kiss to his cheek. He can’t help but bark out a laugh. Little minx.

“Oh, I got some lipstick-“ You reach up to smudge it off but he bats your hand away. He’ll wear it back to the garage and show off the kiss he got. Johnny’s going to absolutely fume.

[mostlymarvelgirl]

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H3X3S&H3ARTB3ATS

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Pairing: Sam Winchester x Chaos Witch! Reader

Warnings: 18+, mentions of child abuse and neglect, suicidal thoughts, needles, mentions of pornography, kidnapping, mentions of death, mentions of blood and gore, mental illness, mentions of PTSD, corpses, gaslighting, guns, knives, slurs, weapns, alcohol use, violence, smut, angst, blurring of realities, heartbreak, loss of close persons, ritual uses, religious controversies.

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SUMMARY: In a world where celestial beings roam untamed, their presence woven into the fabric of fate, one more should hardly make a difference. And yet, wherever Sam Winchester went, the supernatural followed—drawn to him like moths to a flame, relentless and inescapable. But for all the forces that gravitated toward him, the real question lingered in the air like an unspoken spell—did he ever truly gravitate toward them?

sneak peek...

The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the room as you hovered over the worn, leather-bound grimoire. The scent of lavender and rosemary curled in the air, mingling with the faint trace of ozone that always followed your spellwork. Tonight, you were attempting something... experimental.

A love spell. On Sam Winchester.

Have you got color in your cheeks?

You weren’t in love with him, per se. Not really. You just wanted to see if it would work. If someone as relentlessly logical, as frustratingly skeptical as Sam could actually be ensnared by magic. It was, in essence, a test of your own abilities—a harmless little experiment.

With a smirk, you let a single drop of your blood drip into the concoction. The potion shimmered, turned an iridescent shade of violet, and thickened like molten amethyst. The candles around you flickered violently, their flames stretching unnaturally toward the ceiling. A gust of unseen wind coiled around your body, chilling your skin as you whispered the incantation. The words dripped from your lips, ancient syllables curling in the air like smoke. The room trembled, the air charged with raw energy, and you knew—knew—that the spell had taken hold.

And yet… nothing.

'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat

No sudden adoring gaze from across the bunker’s library. No dreamy sighs or poetic confessions. In fact, Sam walked in not ten minutes later, completely unaffected, utterly normal, and annoyingly unaware that you had just attempted to bend the very fabric of fate in your favor.

At first, you chalked it up to bad luck. But then strange things started happening over the next few days.

It was subtle at first—Sam waking up groggier than usual, rubbing his temples like he had a headache he couldn’t shake. He kept pausing mid-sentence, frowning as if he had forgotten what he was about to say. And then there was the way he looked at you—not with love-struck admiration, but with something like suspicion. Like he could feel the edges of something off but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

He blinked at you one evening, frowning slightly. “Did you—uh—did you do something in here?”

Your stomach dropped. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a weird energy. Feels like… I dunno. Like something’s buzzing, but not quite.” His brows furrowed as he surveyed the candles, the bowl of shimmering liquid, and the open book at your feet. “Wait, is that Latin? What were you casting?”

Do I wanna know if this feeling flows both ways?

You huffed, quickly slamming the book shut. “Nothing important.”

But over the week, the clues stacked up. The way Dean kept side-eyeing Sam like he was waiting for his brother to say something. The way Sam’s fingers twitched when he was near you, like he was trying to reach for something but stopping himself. The way he started watching you—not in a soft, affectionate way, but with the sharp gaze of a hunter piecing together a case.

Then, on the fifth night, he found your spell remnants tucked away under your bed. The half-melted candle, the parchment stained with your own blood, the last shimmering drops of the failed potion. When you walked into your room, he was already sitting on the edge of your bed, the evidence laid out in front of him like a crime scene.

Sam gave you that look—the one that said he wasn’t buying your crap for a second. He crossed his arms, looming over you in a way that made your heart do something it absolutely shouldn’t be doing. “Tell me you weren’t messing with love magic.”

You scoffed, feigning offense. “Pfft. Please. Like I would waste my time on that.”

His eyes narrowed. “Y/N.”

“…Fine. Maybe.”

“On who?”

Your silence was damning. Sam’s expression shifted, something unreadable flickering across his face. “Wait. On me?”

Sad to see you go, was sorta hoping that you'd stay

“Look,” you said quickly, “I wasn’t trying to force anything, okay? I just wanted to see if it would work on you. Scientific curiosity.”

“Uh-huh,” Sam said dryly, rubbing a hand down his face. “And?”

You exhaled dramatically. “Nothing. Zilch. Nada. You’re apparently immune to my magic. Which is honestly kind of insulting.”

A slow, almost amused smile played on Sam’s lips. He took a step closer, tilting his head ever so slightly. “Huh.”

“Huh, what?”

“Just… interesting that you’d even try.” His voice had taken on a lower, softer timbre, and damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing. “You really think you need magic for that?”

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do

Your breath caught. The air between you shifted, suddenly charged with something far more potent than any spell you could cast. Sam, still frustratingly unaffected, leaned in just enough to make your pulse spike.

“I—” you started, but the words tangled in your throat.

He smirked. “Didn’t think so.”

And just like that, Sam turned on his heel and walked out, leaving you alone with your useless spell and the mortifying realization that you hadn’t needed it in the first place.

Do you want me crawling back to you?

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coming soon.....

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[danileepearce]

hey, do u miss forums

ive been meaning to post here for what feels like forever, but i've been so busy for so long now that i've just forgotten to until now

from october to november i got heavily involved with building a forum website alongside 5 others, as a very deliberate return to creating a new internet third space at a time where we are sorely lacking in them. it's called "yellowtealpurple.net." (link in image)

this site is built and designed with the intent of making a space for artists and creatives who don't want to deal with the chaos and uncertainty of social media. its entirely self owned and funded with yours truly as one of the central admins under the alias of "dani_phantump". its meant to be a guaranteed space where creatives can share their work and know that it will be seen, as well as a space meant to intentionally nurture a close sense of community online, which i also feel we are sorely lacking in the present day.

we also have a very clearly outlined policy about AI absolutely not being welcome, as we've seen that this is something artists everywhere seem to grieve over and we think we are greatly in need of a space that allows art to be art without trying to "generate" anything from it. social media circles/cliques for me just don't cut it. if you've been around online for as long as i have, you'll know on a deep level that this is the some form of real thing, warts and all. obviously forums are not for everyone, but what we have just has never felt satisfactory. corporate entities controlling online space has just never been what ive vibed with so this is essentially acting as my own lil circumvention

there's spaces here outlined for artists, writers, musicians, filmmakers, game devs, programmers, video artists, sound artists, even archivists. with social media and other sites being so corporate with their design, this site is deliberately made with a more old-school "homespun" online aesthetic. much of the direction of this site's purpose, functionality and look has been dictated by my instruction, as i approached this project with probably the clearest vision of all the admins. ive found lately that this kind of community organizing is one of my true callings and i want to use what i know from experience to try to make at least one site on the internet a more colorful and human place to be again.

as an admin i am deeply committed to maintaining a degree of safety, harmony and quality for my site and for the community that organizes on it. my dream is to rally together creatives of all stripes and have us cross pollinate in ways that social media doesn't really allow. we've already got some big site-wide creative projects underway that allows everyone to each show off our creative talents in cool ways, such as art quilts, a collaborative experimental film, and a lot of other stuff. i want people to feel like they're a part of something meaningful, as i also want for myself, because we all deserve that today.

sign-ups officially opened last November and we've already reached almost 400 members! i greatly encourage everyone i know, not just creatives, to consider checking this place out and all of our hard work. we would love for you all to join us and add whatever it is youre willing to contribute to this community!

[not-a-heretic]

jacob and nigel colbie

oh the beloved brothers au. created with my absolute favorite person, @sweetoneiros. obviously this drawing is for you.

someday i’ll get around to drawing them properly but this was mostly experimental because i wanted to try to bring them to life as i saw them, so the style of this piece is kinda strange given that i prioritized my vision over accuracy and lighting. hence why the colors are meh. but given that it was almost completely freehand with the exception of a pose ref that i tweaked to my liking, it didn’t turn out too bad and i think i got pretty close in capturing how i envision them.

i tried previously to sum up some of their story but it was entirely impossible to do briefly. so, in a MUCH much more simple passage, i included some of their background below for anyone curious. if you want something well written and poetically engaging, bother caitlin (she has a few posts about them on her blog i believe). i’m just the artist.

if you’re not interested in reading however, just… enjoy the picture i guess. idk

If you've read Sweetbitter, or have watched the series, then you're probably familiar with Jake. I drew him a bit younger than what we see him in the series because although the lore-accurate age gap between them is 13 years (while keeping both of the projects set in 2006), Jake's mother died when he was eight years old and we had to shift a few things around if we wanted them to be full blood siblings. (bear in mind, we have some alternate versions of the story where they're only half brothers or not related at all, but as far as the Traditional or Main Au goes, they share both parents)

You don't learn much about Jake's mother in either the series or the novel, so Caitlin and I took the liberty of writing a story for her ourselves. Her name is Diana. To whom we've cast Josefine Frida Pettersen.

To keep the two boys from being identical, I partially redesigned Nigel to look more like her. The resemblance being in the wider nose, rounded lips, and softer face shape. As opposed to Jake, who (in my opinion and to Nigel’s dismay) shares features more closely to John (still face modeled from David Threlfall) e. his sharper nose, more hollowed face, and geometric lips.

Diana was, in short, an adventurous and innocent spirit. One that caught John’s attention when she was only 17 years old and while John was traveling abroad, likely giving lectures on history or whatever else his profession was that tied back to Diana. (I don't believe we have the exact age of John at the time. But older. He was much older)

Like all stories that end in tragedy, they fell in love.

Despite their affection for one another, John had no plans of commitment to her or any sort of real loyalty whatsoever. He could see even then that she wasn't “fit” for him, and should they marry and he bring her back to England, she would have no place in the order and would ruin his perfect image with her reckless and carefree nature. Not to mention, Diana was an ill woman (much like either of her sons), she'd get caught between manic and depressive moods- ones that John hadn't the patience to care for. So when the time came, and Jake was eventually born, he left.

The expectations and delusions of a greater purpose were not exclusive to Nigel, so it’s really no wonder Nigel eventually grew into them with John’s constant indoctrination cast onto Nigel from even his early childhood. Like father like son, John believed that his line was too significant to be thrown to waste by some American teenager and so, John returned to England with the intent of finding a real wife who was better suited for his lifestyle. A woman who would obey his command and flatter his dominant nature, unlike Diana who was defiant and had some sway over him that almost brought out his inner vulnerability, proving that there was humanity within.

John met Helen. They married and although his love for her wasn't comparable to how he had felt with Diana, he made peace with this life and planned to settle and start a family with her, paying no mind to the one he had previously abandoned. Helen seemed best equipped for the job, to give him an heir; one with her temperament that would undoubtedly behave such as she did by his command, but after years of trying to conceive a child, they both realized the day would never come. So badly did Helen want a child. Her longing came not only from her grief of not being able to bear children but at the thought of failure. That same feeling of defeat at Helen’s infertility plagued John and sent him back to America, and I wish I could say it was his determination to remedy her heartache that drove him to such acts of evil, but that alone was not the case.

Exactly as he had been betting on, he found Diana waiting for him. Now she was roughly 24-25 years old and no longer the immature child he abandoned- but rather, a mother- so he had to plot carefully in order to succeed.

John manipulated and took advantage of her still naive and hopeful nature, of her optimism that they could be together now as they had once dreamed of.

He fed into her fantasy, enabling her to believe that it was a mistake and simply ignorance that motivated him in abandoning her. One thing remained true in each of his lies, he did still love her, and that feeling would outlast everything.

In due time, Diana was pregnant once more. They celebrated their gift but Diana could still feel the distance between herself and John, but she could never name exactly what it was- and maybe a part of her just didn’t want to confront it. There was something that he wasn't telling her, and she knew that. Even with her flaws, she was a saint; more forgiving than any rational woman ought to be, but it was her love for John that clouded her better judgment and put her life at stake.

During this time, Jake didn't see much of his father. He recalled him as a cold and stern man that would on occasion, attempt to win him over with expensive toys. Action figures of brave knights that John would tell him stories about, those memories faded quickly, but what he remembers fondly, was how happy John had made Diana.

The most important takeaway was that they were still in love, but nothing was more clear to Jake even at such a young age than how the growing baby inside her made his mother smile and hum to herself in the early morning while she took her vitamins and allowed Jake to pick out one for her, one for baby. Jake was overjoyed to soon have a little sibling that he could stir up all kinds of trouble with, and on the day that Nigel was born, Diana insisted that he get to hold him first while seated on the tile of their quaint home on the shore in Cape Cod, Massachusetts.

John, as absent as ever, was pleased to learn the next morning that the baby was healthy when he could finally be bothered to visit his post-partum wife whom he had neglected during labor. All ten fingers and toes. The baby had his own dark hair but Diana's grey eyes that were sure to turn blue. He hadn't thought of a name, that was for Helen to decide. But Diana had already called him Nigel, and of all the things he would soon strip from her, the boy's name was not one that he could bring himself to take.

Merely weeks were all that Diana and Jake had with Nigel. A few months of bliss that were increasingly growing tense as John's treatment towards his happy family darkened and he turned on them as if becoming impatient. He spent less and less time with his older son and distanced himself from Diana as much as possible, but Nigel was shielded from any hateful behavior and was instead adored for a span of time while John made the necessary preparations to bring him home. Then on an empty and almost chilling night, John took the baby from Diana’s side where he slept with her in bed still, and left without a trace.

Diana was heartbroken. She knew immediately what happened but no one would help her and it almost seemed as if no one believed this mad woman. She lost herself in her grief. Jake watched her anguish from afar, still not quite old enough to understand what was happening, just that they had lost something and would never get it back. Diana had seen the last of her baby, she assumed the same for her oldest son.

Diana dressed Jake warmly one day, bundled him in layers, and took him by the seaside, telling him to wait there.

Diana drowned herself, accepting defeat and unable to face her suffering any longer, and Jake was taken in by his neighbors- by Simone and her family- and from there, the canon story unfolds for Jake.

As for John upon his return to England, he presented the baby to Helen like a prize he had fought bravely for in war. Nigel became John’s pride and joy as he was proudly displayed in front of his pretentious colleagues. That was until Nigel began to grow strikingly more resemblant to Diana with each passing day, and although Helen still had it in her heart to love him- in Nigel’s face and rebellious attitude, John saw the woman he had sacrificed. During the days of his youth, in Nigel’s messy hair that surely would’ve been tangled with saltwater and sand after long afternoons spent with his real mother, John could only see the woman he had taken advantage of. Therein lies his hatred towards his son; a haunting reminder of the poor fair maiden he had traded in exchange for his perfect heir.

Firstly, John tried to discipline this part of Nigel out of him. As if to exorcise Diana's spirit out of him like he could drain every ounce of her blood from his being, but the more strain he put on the boy, the more he reminded him of his mother. Nigel's demeanor shifted and his mental state cracked in the same way Diana’s had, and it became thoroughly agonizing for John to witness until he was left no choice but to send him away at 17 years old. The same age she had been when John began to ruin her. No one is haunting the narrative quite like Diana.

In some aus, the events of both stories still take place, others are set just before or maybe after. Then in our more abstract storylines, the canon lore just never happens at all, but in most cases, Nigel (often accompanied by Alex) flees to America in a desperate attempt to escape. Why he was called to America specifically likely had to do with half of his heritage, but he didn't know that. It just felt like the best option at the time. America is so large and is rarely well versed on the criminal cases taking place in England, at least well-versed enough to actively be on the hunt for two psychotic teenagers.

Oddly, Nigel and Jake’s first interaction is something that has never been directly hashed out. Regarding how exactly Jake and Nigel met, there are a couple of different approaches we've taken but it’s ultimately better left open-ended. But, it takes a LOT of warming up for the both of them to even get to the point of trust that we see pictured above as Nigel is reluctantly seeking affection but only as long as Jake isn’t looking at him.

They live in Jake’s small but ridiculously priced apartment and slowly, incrementally, Jake begins to introduce Nigel to the truth of their parentage- however best he can remember it. As on par for Nigel, he's a bit suspicious of it all. He’d known his lineage had to have been partially false given dominant genetics and the things John had refused to tell him, but that didn't mean he was being dealt the whole truth by Jake, and it wasn’t easy to completely forsake Helen (if he ever fully manages to accomplish that).

Caitlin is more of a Nigel + Diana truther, but I like to desperately cling to his canon roots and decide how it affects him and his relationship with the stranger claiming to be his brother.

Does Jake know what Nigel and Alex have done? That’s purely circumstantial and dependent on what is currently being discussed in the au. Mostly, Jake overlooks it or channels his inner Diana to refuse to acknowledge the warning signs he’s seeing or hearing in the person he cares about. Jake, blamelessly, is willing to trade or overlook a few atrocities in exchange for Nigel’s return because if he can't have his mother back, he'll (maybe begrudgingly) accept his brother.

There are too many variations of the brothers’ story post-reunion for me to elaborate much on that, I also saved you their character descriptions because I’m assuming anyone who reads this is mostly aware of the basics of their characters and exactly what sort of troublesome dynamic that would create. Predominantly, the au consists of dumb memes or any excuse to make tragic media about our favorite miserable characters and worsen their lives.

How it ends? It doesn't. Well, it does, but in many ways. Sometimes Nigel leaves again (either physically or in death), other times Jake isn't so forgiving of Nigel’s crimes and is killed for his knowledge of it or it drives them apart at the very least, (I don’t believe we’ve ever considered the alternative of Jake turning the boys in, however. He’s still loyal to his brother, but to a fault), and then of course, there's the possibility of psychopathic mind games inflicted onto Jake so Alex and Nigel can use him for their own betterment. That one is quite rare though.

Caitlin is about to pull up in her New Bugatti and tell me that I got it all wrong and she would be entirely justified in that because my memory of all that goes on in the au is so scattered because it’s been going on since December 2023.

Feel free to correct me on any of this, Caitlin. Or even add on. I had something more intelligently written but then scrapped it all because it was reaching a truly ridiculous word count and I could bear it no longer. So I’m just firing from the hip here.

the creation of the au can be mostly credited to caitlin as it came about from an edit she made comparing he characters’ similar themes. once the knowledge struck that both projects were set in 2006, we began digging ourselves in too deep to escape. but if you see them drawn again, now you know who and what they are. they’re the closest i’ll ever get to having OC’s i fear.

[kasugayamaisforlovers]

Experimental thought for my MotA gurlies: So I'm rewatching MotA to get a better handle on Gale and what's hitting me on the second time around is how human John feels versus how mythologized and illusive Gale feels? 

Exhibit A: You're Bucky and he's Buck?

We as an audience are introduced to Gale in episode 1 via the recitation of the Buck(ies) lore by Marge. And yeah, sure, John and Gale jump in to add color around the edges but tonally it’s a far cry from how anyone else in the show is introduced and, while John is intro’d the same lore, we come to know John with an intimacy that unravels any notions of manicured or whitewashed anything. We never really get this for Gale. 

Exhibit B: No Engine Cleven.

So before the fight between Curt and the RAF guy in episode 2 Curt’s regaling (pun intended) the homies with the story of Walla Walla wherein Gale buzzes the control tower with 3 of his 4 engines feathered. Now it's pretty clear from the dialogue that Gale's still got a functional engine, but Curt's telling the story and he insists on changing the details so that Gale's got no engines. 

The boys drink to ‘No Engine Cleven’--the myth.

Flashcut to the end of episode 3 and Gale's fort has taken a gnarly beating. By the time he gets in view of the runway in Algeria he has to feather all 4 engines. And he fucking does it: he manages to land sans engine power! He glides the crew to a safe landing, as if foretold. The No Engine Cleven prophesy made real.

So much of Gale feels like mythology, it's all stories and tidbits other characters seem to know on faith: Gale’s not a sports guy, Gale's an excellent pilot, Gale is Buck. And to be fair on each of these points we do get a little bit of bonus content. (Gale tells John about his dad which we come to understand is the crux of his sports dislike. We see Gale fly and know from his continued  survival and other characters' reactions that he's good. See exhibit 1 visa vis ‘Buck’.) 

Exhibit C: the deference.

Ok so bonk me with the rubber mallet if this is a reach but like the deference that characters (other than John) show Gale also makes it feel like Gale's something special/held apart. Like yes, I do get he's both hierarchically above a lot of the other characters and simultaneously one of the more central characters. We don't see a whole lot of interactions between characters and like Jack Kidd or Chick Harding to really compare how folks are acting towards Gale vs someone else higher up the ladder. But listen

Let’s take Croz as our test example as Croz interacts with Jack and Gale.  When Croz interacts with Jack he's definitely in a subordinate role. There's a scene wherein he recommends Bubbles for desk work and a later scene wherein Croz has inherited said desk work and is nervous about whether he's a good fit. Both times he approaches Jack with respect and the deference of a subordinate but there's nothing more to it. Jack’s a guy and Croz is a guy and so Croz feels like he can talk to Jack.

Take that in comparison to the first time Croz and Bubbles meet John and Gale. Croz and Bubbles want to pin a US map with the locations of the various crew members’ hometowns. There's a shyness in Croz’s behavior here that I think goes beyond ‘you guys are Majors’ and more toward ‘omg the popular kids. The dudes that set the tone for everyone else' there's a sort of starstruckedness to the interaction. (Help I can't think of another time he talks to Gale.)

My point is, the other boys talk to Gale and John like they're the big dogs. The Buckies occupy a space that’s nearer the men than command (Jack, Chick, etc) but higher than say a different crew member, or even other pilots (say Brady or Dye). But whereas we get some real interiority on John we never get to really dig in on Gale and it leaves Gale feeling like a marble statue. (Dare I say like a John Waynian archetype of masculine stoicism and competency and controlled violence? Is that too far?)  Like a mythical hero at least.

[ritmanispunk]

My random Colin Ritman headcanons

Some headcanons I have about Colin that no one asked but I wanted to share because the brainrot is real.

First of all, he's autistic. 100%. I dare you to look at this boy and tell me he's neurotypical.

Uses mainly masc/neutral pronouns (twinning!) but also doesn't really mind if people refer to him using fem terms.

Definitely in the aroace spectrum + bisexual/romantic.

Has a short sleep routine and struggles with sleep deprivation, in the sense he just "forgets" about sleeping sometimes and spends nights awake working on his games or just doing anything else until someone reminds him he hasn't had a proper sleep in a full week. Also he's a light sleeper.

That being said, he often takes naps during work. Sometimes not even because he has to due deprivation but because he just wants to. And because he can. It annoys Mohan a bit but he only really snaps him awake when he has dozed off for too long or when he finds him napping on the couch at his office.

Has a non-monogamous relationship with Kitty (Subtly promoting my Colin/Kitty/Stefan agenda) but before Stefan he didn't really engage in anything of the sorts with many people because it's hard for him to connect with others emotionally or find anyone interesting enough.

Has painted his hair in many different colors and likes to change it from time to time.

He enjoys goth & post-punk bands (the list he gave to Stefan) so I like to think he's very into goth culture and dresses in goth styling sometimes.

He's a film nerd and is very into horror movies (especially cosmic horror) and psychological thrillers. He also likes experimental/surrealist productions (doesn't play about David Lynch). Same goes for literature.

Talking about literature, he's a fast reader. Like really. The type of person to finish a 500 pages book in 2-3 hours.

He's also a comic books and mangas nerd (RIP Colin Ritman you would've loved Neon Genesis Evangelion).

He learned coding mostly by himself and he's a major in game design.

Speaking of which, he's a very good drawer/artist. Most of the art concepts and sprites of his games were made by himself. He also likes to draw his own comic book stories and publishes them under a pseudonym.

He got heavy into the rave scene in the 90s, and also became a fan of grunge bands/artists.

If he was born around the internet era he'd be very low-profile and use it rarely only to make controversial statements about politics (since he's an anarchist) and post his conspiracy theories.

And that makes most of it! I have some others but I think this would become way too long lol. But feel free to share your thoughts and own headcanons as well bc I love to see other people's perceptions about him :)

[stoned-frog]

Plague- introduction to my Papyrus oc

He was originally created as a variant of Ink Papyrus, or rather a Papyrus counterpart to Ink Sans. He does have a soul and real feelings, differentiating him from Ink. He was given awareness of the Multiverse being a creation of beings higher than him- us, Creators. Plague's personality and his awareness led him to not care about fighting with Ink to protect the Multiverse. Due to that his original Creator abandoned him and he was adopted by me- Stoned Frog. Plague is aware he has a new “guardian” but doesn't know anything about any Creator.

Note: his first Creator isn't any real person it's just a plot point for his character that he was abandoned because his previous creator wanted to have a character more motivated to fight for justice, peace or whatever and remodeled by me to go with the flow of his personality

Here is a little doodle of him meeting my self insert only knowing anything about me from them

Another note: the awareness he's “not real” didn't break his psyche, he still knows all creations are real within his own world so everything is real for him. Creators to him are like gods to us, or guardian angels of sort.

He figured out his guardian doesn't want him dead so he gets into dangerous situations because he knows he has plot armor. And unfortunately he really does and he's abusing that power.

Plague can teleport through dilapidated/ruined things- he can appear out of mold, rot, rubble, magically step out of a collapsed or burned down building so he's always dirty somewhere, he also gets a lot of scratches or bruises so he's covered in colorful bandaids.

Sometimes he would just randomly break the 4th wall, start talking to whoever might be watching him like

“Hey Creator, what's up? Got any plans for me? Hope you're feeling alright, for my sake. I've seen what other creators are capable of when they're sad, so cheer up will ya?”

Or talk to himself but in a way like he's actually talking to someone or just straight up looking at the screen, he just subconsciously knows from which angle he's drawn

And others would just stare at him talking to nothing like “😰”

Overally he's created to be a very silly meta comic relief guy, he's very chill and just does whatever he wants, he doesn't care about fighting anyone or protecting the multiverse, he just wants to experience as much as he can. He's basically homeless, constantly travelling, meeting people and then leaving never to be seen again.

Experimental design, I'm currently working on a new one but just wanted to show my idea for him

[genericpuff]

Why is the art so unappealing in lore Olympus now Persephone looks like a highlighter and maybe it’s just me but the proportions like the fingers in arms are soul over the place I don’t think they used to be this bad. Am I just looking at it with nostalgia or am I crazy ?

Honestly, nostalgia does play a huge part in it, even to this day there are times I look back on old S1 panels and go-

Actually here's a great example that literally just happened yesterday in the ULO Discord that nearly had me on the floor LOL This is from Episode 70:

Like I didn't even believe that that was real until I was told what episode it was from and I was just. Astounded and flabbergasted. The over-shading of the blanket that just makes it look like a really bad edit. Insane.

And yeah, there are a lot of old panels that hit different now that the rose-colored glasses have been removed, crushed, and thrown into the trash compactor.

I think that's why it makes it all the more amusing when people come into my inbox and ask me "wait, why did you like LO to begin with?? It's always been ugly as shit, I think you're just romanticizing it" because like... there's something to be said about art and subjectivity, even if something is ugly to one person doesn't mean it isn't beautiful to someone else. It's why I try not to be too mean towards the fans of this comic for still enjoying it, because while I definitely have strong opinions about how "LO has gotten worse" and what kind of following Rachel has cultivated (cough cough), there are also just as equally valid arguments that LO has never begin good to begin with that I can't necessarily disagree with now that I'm looking back on it with a more critical eye.

That said, there's tons of media that I enjoy that is objectively awful. Like y'all, you don't need to take my opinions about a dumb pink x blue fantasy romance comic seriously, I like Starfox Adventures-

Like yeah it's a badly made rushed piece of shit that was developed right on the ass end of Rare's glory days and was really an original IP (Dinosaur Planet) that got Frankenstein'd into a Starfox game so it could "sell better" for Nintendo, but I don't give a fuck, I love Starfox Adventures and some day I wanna be in the top 10 speedrunner leaderboards for it, which I know doesn't mean much because no one is speedrunning Starfox, but I do and no one can take that away from me dammit-

Anyways. Lore Olympus has, in many regards, always had "bad art". But "bad art" can and should still be enjoyed by those who find joy in it.

And in LO's case, the world it existed in when it launched was a lot smaller than it is now - more specifically, the world of Webtoons. We can look back and see how 'bad' LO looks and reads now because there are genuinely way better comics surrounding it. It was unique and refreshing and experimental back then... now it's just "that stupid blue and pink comic for horny teenagers".

In most cases I would consider that "cringing in hindsight" feeling a good thing because normally it means something has grown and that it seeming "bad" in hindsight would mean that it's outgrown itself and moved onto bigger things. But LO has the more unique problem of "its current stuff is shit and it's making us want the old stuff more, even if the old stuff wasn't good either". In that regard, LO is closer to being like Harry Potter. Remember when The Cursed Child came out at the height of Rowling being exposed for being a TERF and even people who liked Harry Potter didn't like The Cursed Child because it was just objectively worse overall (with or without Rowling's bullshit attached)? It made a lot of people go back and re-read / rewatch Harry Potter with a more objective lens and go "wait a minute guys, I think we only adored these books so much because we were 12 when we read them". Often times it's the good memories we have surrounding certain things that make us have the opinion about them that we do.

Of course, LO is definitely not as politically weaponized as Harry Potter is, so that's where that comparison ends. But my point is that LO is definitely in a situation where it's been riding off the same privileges it had back in 2018 - having an 'experimental' art style while also utilizing tropes and characters that were VERY popular at the time (remember that 2017-18 was when Tumblr was at its height of H x P "Hades was a chill accountant guy who wore socks and sandals and didn't cheat on his wife like Zeus did" fantasizing) - and thinks that those same tricks and tropes will still work today.

Because of this, the art in LO really, really hasn't aged well, even the stuff that we look back on fondly. But I think it's the panels that we specifically think of when remembering "old LO" - the ones that stuck in our memories the most - that are the ones that make us miss or just not care about the panels that don't look good (the panels that make people question why we ever liked it to begin with).

We liked it because of how it made us feel to look at panels like these-

Those genuinely wonderful panels that we think back on the most don't exist separately from the bad panels, they exist in spite of them. Even if we can look back on panels like these and pick out problems in the lineart or the proportions or the color travelling outside of the lines, that can't and shouldn't change how those panels made us feel at some point or another. And that's why when people ask me "why were you even into LO in the first place" I don't have any one answer, because I can't fully explain how something made me feel to justify why it's good to someone who can see from the outside - without rose-colored glasses - that it evidently isn't. It's very much a "you had to be there" type of thing.

Unfortunately, nowadays even the 'best' LO panels in S3 still don't come close to what the S1 panels accomplished - because for many of us, the rose-colored glasses are gone, we can't appreciate the good among the bad because we know now how bad it truly is and so the good just feels like wasted attempts at trying to recreate something it can no longer be. It "came back wrong" so to speak.

LO came back just regular. But our journey to resurrecting it changed us to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to us. Sorry dude.

This is still probably one of my favorite panels out of the entirety of S3 for being as close to "old LO" as I've seen since S2, and even it feels like a mistake, an accident, how could a panel like this exist in S3 when so much of it is a dumpster fire? It's like a flower growing in the ruins of an apocalyptic wasteland.

But wasn't that always the case? Isn't that 'always' what LO has been, since the very beginning? A poorly cobbled together mess of writing and panels that, every now and then, manages to leave an impression that makes you feel something? Did we ever truly know LO? Or have we just been relying entirely on an idea of it that we've built up in our heads that when it does do exactly what it's evidently always done (even if not made apparent until looking back on it in hindsight) we think it "came back wrong"?

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓘 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (say it back): Soft 🔞

It's his favorite word to describe you.

Tags/Warnings: Girly!Reader, Introvert!Jungkook, non-idol AU, opposites attract AU?, established relationship, Angst, Major Fluff, some drama, Slice of Life (like Good Girl AU for example), mc is kook's biggest simp, kook is kind of overwhelmed by her love sometimes, but it's fine they both cute, smut in this, manhandling, he cums inside but she's got an IUD please practice safe bed-athletics thank you, we explore Jungkook's hidden kinks together haha

Length: 1.4k Words

Masterlist

A/N: There's still no taglist.

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Soft.

It's the perfect word to describe you, in his opinion. From your skin to your hair to the way you smell or touch him. Soft.

It's been a little over half a year since dating you, and there's already been changes happening with him. His mom had noticed the way he carries himself changing, had told him earlier this week how much confidence he'd apparently gained- and it had been then that he'd told her he's finally found a girlfriend. He's never brought anyone over to his parents before, way too worried about how it might look like if he and his partner would change frequently, just because he's not good at choosing the right people to surround himself with. So, revealing that he's got a girlfriend had been a huge thing to his entire family.

But he doesn't actually feel worried at all. You're the sweetest thing he's ever met- it's just the first impression you give that can sometimes be a little too bold.

But he doesn't mind any of your antics. You're honest- and he appreciates that.

And he can't deny that your love isn't exciting in other ways, too.

You've made a joke about him being the best lover you've ever had up until this point- but from the way you arch your back and close your eyes, he's got to believe that there was some truth to it. You're completely out of it, underneath him as he thrusts his hips into yours, hands on your thighs keeping you in place for him. They're soft, too- just like the sounds you make.

He's become more comfortable and confident in that aspect, too. Sex.

It's been somewhat of a necessity almost in past relationships- something he'd want to have over and done quick with the lights off because it's just awkward. Everything about it was awkward to him- from the noises to the smell to the act in general-

But with you? It changed. Awakened something even.

You're addicting, in the way that you're just so raw and unfiltered. You don't hide any side of yourself, you're bold and bright and colorful and confident, and you're just so fucking pretty to him that it makes his head spin.

The first time with you had been a little awkward. The second time after, it was a bit more relaxed. On the third, he'd jumped over his shadow and eaten you out for the first time in his life.

And oddly enough, that had changed something within him.

Ever since then, he'd become experimental. Sex in the shower, a handjob in the bathtub, taking you in the back of his car, or buying a remote controlled vibrator for you online just because. He can never just leave it at something simple anymore, has to take you until his body gives out, has started to imagine things one dirtier than the next.

Especially after yesterday, when you'd told him nonchalantly how your IUD insertion had been the most cruel and painful thing you've ever had to go through- and after some questions of his own, he now knows that you still have it.

And right now, he's in bare, without any condom, and he wants, no needs to see that scene that had been haunting his dreams last night in real life for himself.

It had been a thought in his head for a while now. His main fantasy he'd think of whenever he was trying to get off by himself.

And it worked every single time.

"Can I-" He presses out between his teeth, slowing down for just a moment to lean down and kiss your neck, giving you a second to collect your thoughts back again as you squirm, legs wrapping around him as you try and move on your own. "Can I cum inside?" He asks, and you nod instantly.

"Yes, Jungkook just- just move!" You whine, trying to move your hips, but one of his hands instead pushes them down into the bed, your strength not enough to go against him. "Fuck you-" You start to complain, but he's got the audacity to chuckle.

"Though you wanted me to fuck you?" He jokes, and your eyes tear up in frustration, making him move his hands to instead hold your cheeks as he kisses you-

Hips slowly picking up pace again.

"Don't worry, princess-" he hums, making you hold onto his forearms as if to need something to keep you grounded. "-I never let you down, do I?" He wonders, and you nod, quietly. "I always take good care of you, don't I?" He asks, pushing his hips in deep before he stays there. "Right?"

"Yes!" You whine, nails digging into his skin a little as he laughs again, leaning back to straighten his back out, hands grabbing your thighs. He finally moves again, rolls his hips into yours while holding your legs again, skin slapping loudly against skin, but he doesn't care.

All he can see is your back arching, your head pushing back into the pillows, your tits rhythmically swaying up and down with every thrust he delivers. It's a sight he never wants to ever forget, a sight he knows he's blessed enough to witness.

It's a sight that's his to see. It's a sight that only belongs to him. He's never really thought about it, hasn't really been considering him possessive or anything- after all, you're a free spirit, and he allows you to do whatever, really. You can dress how you want, you can playfully flirt with your friends if you like, it's not a big issue to him.

Maybe because at least up until now, he's not really felt like anyone had truly challenged the idea of him being together with you. There's not been any instance of someone trying to take you away from him.

And maybe once that happens, his mind will change a bit.

But right now, he's got you, right in his hands. Right now, you're undeniably his as he clenches his jaw, watches you come undone underneath him, thighs trembling under the force of your orgasm, before he pushes himself in deep, throwing back his head himself for a moment as he reaches his peak as well.

The room is filled with the sounds of your shared heavy breaths, before he pulls out, his own chest still rising and falling with deep breaths. He can't help but reach out as he watches your clenching core, fingers spreading you open for him to see as you jump a little, still sensitive-

but he soon notices the way you move your hips again, toes curling as his thumb begins to more gently coax another, last orgasm out of you-

and then, it happens.

As soon as you come undone, he watches almost hypnotized how his cum starts to run down your core, and it's such a scandalous sight- no porn he's ever watched coming close to this.

"Kook, I'm gonna leak on the bed-" You whine tiredly, as he barely catches what's running down your leg, before his hand pushes it back in, while he leans over your body, kissing your lips, before he moves to your neck, making you giggle as the tips of his hairs tickle your skin.

"Better keep it inside then." He hums against your neck, and you dramatically whine at that.

"Kook please, I'm gonna die!" You complain, and he laughs.

"What?" He chuckles. "I'm just saying." He shrugs.

"You're making me horny again, please stop you demon!" You argue weakly, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Now get off me so I can go pee." You say, and he nods with a smile.

"You better keep it in though, or you might get it on your pretty carpet-" He teases-

a slap sounding through the room as you playfully hit his thigh, making him laugh while he watches you run to the bathroom with one hand between your legs.

[dduane]

Trying on clothes

...Not me. Him. :)

This is a "medieval outfit" set from a digital art maker whose work I hadn't previously come across. Got it on sale and am now putting it through its paces.

(All of these dForce-supporting digital outfits claim to be able to move well and drape properly when your character changes position. Some of them actually do. Some of them, though, are hilariously badly rigged to the point where you wonder how the maker managed to produce the sample shots. The only way you can work out what you've got is to run a character through a sequence of increasingly difficult poses and see how many of the costumes continue to work correctly.)

Anyway, I'm not doing that today: just casually testing some of the materials that come with this new set. The one above is the "default" set. It doesn't look too bad—the main problem with it being that it's currently canonically difficult to get the new king of Arlen into colors so light. (While outlawed and on the run, Freelorn was for years unable to wear his normal black-and-white livery, lest he be recognized and promptly killed for the dead-or-alive price on his head.)

This colorway would be a bit more along his preferred lines.

...A bit. Not sure about the gold striping and cowled shoulder. (I don't know yet whether I can vanish the stripe. An experiment for later.)

ETA: Yeah, that materials region can be vanished, all right. Not sure the results are quite what I had in mind, though. :/

...Now I'm going to have to see if there's a way for me to fix that problem and keep the background texture without it looking like a kludge. (Quick answer: Probably not.)

(sigh)

...Anyway. This texture would be another story. If that blue were silver or grey, he'd be all over this one.

...It's also difficult to see in the above shot, but the designer has done some nice detail work on the patterned parts of the textures. (click here to see the shoulder/collar area)

Meanwhile, some of these are just too "Dost Thy Mother Know Thou Wearest Her Drapes?" for Lorn to ever even allow them near his closet. (And honestly, other fabric textures like this one are making me wonder what the designer was thinking of. Oh well.)

...Anyway, no more of that. This is a bit more like it.

...And there'll be time enough later for more experimentation. (While puzzling over the question of why the hell the maker hasn't provided any boots with this. The ones in the images above come from some other outfit....)

Though as usual the real question is: How will this look with a swordbelt?... :)

[quibbs126]

So because I saw someone like my initial post with Overdrive, for whatever reason he stayed in my brain and I was like “okay fine, I’ll attempt to design him again”

To be honest, I think generally he came out a lot better than last time, at least in the face. I’m not so sure on the rest, or more accurately, the arms

Drawing this I was like “oh dear god the TFO style is a pain”. Honestly I think my main issues are that these designs are some of the most 3D reliant with how boxy they are (like they’re some of the most toy-looking Transformers designs to me), and I’m not very experienced in that, and also I have this need to make the designs as simple as possible, even if the design ends up looking kind of plain, as seen here

Like I know generally how the TF One characters are built. They have a basic body of components and gears and stuff that’s all black, alongside a silver head piece (I don’t think there’s any outside of Shockwave or people with masks that have a non-silver face, but correct me if I’m wrong). Then on top of that they have pieces meant to cover that black skeleton, giving their body protection and making them individual. Like they’re thinner pieces of metal meant to go over their basic bodies. I don’t know how fully to describe it but I know how they work

I just don’t know how to draw that well. G1 is blocky but they’re made up of solid blocks, not pieces on top of a basic framework, and I struggle to figure out how it works

What was I saying? I think I got carried away there, sorry. Point is I’m bad at drawing Overdrive in this style and I kind of don’t like drawing it. It’s probably just an issue of me not being able to leave my comfort zone and being spoiled with TFA style yesterday

Unfortunately, Overdrive has to stay in this style because he’s specific to this universe

Anyways, moving on for real this time

So his design is now pretty heavily inspired by some Jetfire toys I found when looking for references to use (but mostly this first one)

It’s also the main basis for his color scheme this time around. Admittedly I do still think the red and white makes him look oddly similar to Ratchet, but oh well. Admittedly his design is allowed to at least have some blue paint, maybe I should give him some

But also one of the main bases of his head design here was another design I was making on the original, when I planned to expand the canvas and draw more. Unfortunately I got frustrated with posing blocks so I never did more, but I do have that one new addition now

His cockpit is yellow here because while I was testing out blue, I thought that with all the basis on Jetfire, he didn’t look enough like Starscream, so I gave him Starscream’s yellow. I ended up using the blue I was initially using on his eyes, which are the main reason they’re blue now

Not a lot of experimenting with the colors this time around, mostly since I didn’t want to lose the colors I was already using

Maybe I could have made his wing stripes black though? I’m realizing now that outside of his framework and vents, his design’s pretty much all reds and whites

I think his arms could probably do with more detail and refining as well. I just didn’t know how else to draw them

Now, as for other character things, I’ve settled on a few?

Like I think I’m gonna have him working on ground bridge technology. He does still work on going as fast as possible, but it’s more a personal thing. The things on his back are also experimental engines he made to go faster

He’s probably also banned from racing due to his technically illegal self-upgrades, which are at the very least illegal in the sport

But yeah, he’s on the bridge technology team, though admittedly he’s used more for his speed and general size. After the movie when their project can resume production again, he’s mostly used as the guy to scavenge parts and scout out good locations on the surface. Never mind the fact that he’s never really been on the surface before this, but he at least can make a quick getaway if need be

This is probably how he ends up encountering the Decepticons, or most importantly Starscream. They find him doing experiment stuff in the surface. My idea is that his team is trying to build a bridge portal up on the surface, given they know the technology works now. But also they’re kind of doing it in secret and possibly didn’t tell Optimus about it. But they’ve been causing stuff to happen with one of the Energon rivers up there for their portal (like redirecting it or making a dam or something, idk), which caused the Decepticons to take notice

Still not entirely sure on his personality, but I do know he takes great pride in his speed and no one being able to out-fly him. He also takes pride in his work as a scientist, both personal and professional. He may be a little too ambitious and intense on his plans for bridge technology, wanting to one day remote portal to distant galaxies, when they haven’t even tested if it can go to another receptor up on the surface yet. But he’s at least happy rambling about his projects

Honestly I think he currently reads as too Starscream, especially when Starscream has never been in his life, I feel like I need to add a bit more Skyfire in there. Just not sure how

But yeah, I think that’s about it on Overdrive for now. When will I continue? Who knows

[meanbossart]

Ask Compilation: Advice, influences and Misc.

Apologies for taking so long on some of these, admittedly I'm much more likely to entirely forget about asks that are about me and my interests 💃 Thank you for all the questions regardless! And thank you specially to everyone who just drops nice messages into my inbox out of kindness.

I'm brazillian and a native portuguese speaker!

I'll probably return to twitter eventually, but a) I hate that place and b) It didn't make much sense to me to turn it into a BG3 account out of the blue. I am considering making an Instagram or a new twitter just to have more places where people can follow in case they don't care for tumblr, but it's just been a very busy year so far and so that's kind of low on the list of priorities. If I ever do that I'll be sure to announce it here. Have a nice day yourself!

Sorry to hear that! I've gotten a few messages before about this issue, and the problem is that since I am myself not from the US, my options are also limited :( a lot of patreon alternatives don't work for me because they either don't go through paypal, take insane currency conversion fees, or just straight up block me from signing up.

Speak for yourself, I just assume everyone I speak to online has committed some sort of atrocious crime until proven otherwise. Except for me - of course. I have never done anything bad in my life.

I still have a lot to learn! But I will basically use whatever works for me at the moment, as well as make a sincere effort to learn about musculature and anatomy so I can understand those components and how they move, instead of only knowing what they look like when still - that's how you get better at drawing from memory. Volume mostly comes from coloring and understanding light, which is it's own beast but can very much be learned from similar reference materials and observing it IRL!

My favorite places to get reference are medical diagrams, weird pictures I take of myself, 3D software (often Virt-a-mate) and questionably phrased image google searches.

My favorite artists are Jason Shawn Alexander and Sean Murphy, but I'm not sure how much of it reflects in my art nowadays! I generally seek to pick up techniques from artists rather than to emulate style.

Honestly I love that you guys generally do the thing he would hate the most: take him very non-seriously LOL

I've been in a real Chelsea Wolfe and Amyl And The Sniffers kick lately! But usually you'll also find me listening to stuff like Boy Harsher, Swans, FWF, JK Flesh Lingua Ignota, Nick Cave, David Bowie, and so on. Music for the weird gays, basically.

I went insane and wrote a 23-chapter-long-and-still-ongoing fic in like four months. But also - I'm not that good, I'm just shamelessly pretentious LOL

Hm. That's a good question, but I'm not really sure. Sincerely not trying to be a edgier-than-thou here (in fact, this has made me a little self conscious at one time or another) but a lot of art that I don't mean to be horror-y in nature at all has been associated with the genre. So perhaps I don't know what I'm doing either, LOL.

I think just leaning on making things look slightly "wrong" or "ugly" on purpose is the way, but I also find that if you just seek to depict people as they are instead of idealized versions of themselves, you will arrive at that either way.

Thank you for reading! Honestly, I'm guilty of having not read much at all since I was in my late teens, and the style I'm employing for ANE is very different from the things I would call "influential" for me, or even that I used to enjoy reading at all before. I read a lot of Chuck Palahniuk as a youth (and, no slight to people who do like him still, but nowadays I'm not sure why I ever did. His stories don't speak to me at all anymore) as well a lot of weird experimental lit that I didn't even care to remember the name of. My last book stint from one or two years ago was composed solely of historical and medical literature, and last year I got really into Cormac Mcarthy thanks to the internet.

So, all in all, I'm absolutely all over the place LOL if you put a gun to my head and told me to list my favorite books, I'd say The Indifferent Stars Above and Blood Meridian.

(Consider the reading portion of the question to have been answered above) I really really liked Beau is Afraid and think it's a really great "horror" movie. Sue me.

[pedrocomicreviews]

Absolute Martian Manhunter #1

“It's a little like trying to read minds. We're like those fortune tellers at carnivals, the psychics on late-night TV. And about as accurate.”

I’m nearing a loss for words about how much I love this book, but I’ll try anyway.

There’s a very specific difference in how Marvel and DC are handling their new lines– while Marvel’s (neo) Ultimate Universe deals with remixing origins and known characters into new versions that are all going to be sorta like the regular ones, but with the Maker’s seal of approval on it (the only approval you need), DC’s Absolute Universe is very much an exercise in grabbing a name; and I mean just the name in some cases, and going “Hey, what if this was fucking weird?”

We know Green Lantern is supposed to be nearly unrecognizable, but we’ve also seen the others. Some characters don’t even have the source of their power we’re used to, others are running an entirely different operation. None of them are stories we’ve seen before, and some of them barely look like what we expect. 

So Martian Manhunter comes around, and what is it? Man, it’s fucking Disco Elysium, you don’t understand how high I’m riding right now.

It’s essentially 28 pages of a man going through the most overwhelming experience in his life, as he begins to become one with The Martian Manhunter entity and perceives the world as a loud cornucopia of thoughts and minds. The writing has us accompany John, our protagonist, as he loses sense of what is real, where he begins and others end, and what he’s supposed to do about his job and personal lives painfully spiking into each other. 

The theme of mixing things and not knowing how it will turn out is reflected everywhere. The art by Javier Rodríguez is an amalgamation of colors, experimental techniques and at some point transparent pages mixing into one another that never fails to impress. The letters, by the amazing greatest in the industry Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou, bend and twist and change fonts in basically every other panel to really give you the sensation that if something looks normal, you should look again.

It does that thing in Big 2 books that happens so very rarely, but that always means we’re in for a ride: it feels authorial, it feels like it’s intrinsically connected to this team and what this team has in mind, and it feels like it will be here for as long as they are. It won’t work like that, of course– this is an ongoing for a main superhero in DC Comics; new writers will come, new artists and new letterers, especially as these ones need breaks from working so hard. But right now, at #1, we got to just drown in this ocean of potential they put together. It’s stellar, it’s one of the best beginnings I’ve read in years. 

I feel like there’s only so many ways I can say “read this book” before it gets repetitive, because it really is an experience I think you should have, even if you end up walking away from it uninterested. Comic books are good again, Darkseid did it. 

[the-crazy-echidna-lady]

do you have some major/big echidnas hcs?? -sits politely- i really love the way you designed their clothessss, also i've read you've mentioned you've made your own echidna clan so im gonna point at it, i wanna know :]]]]]]] /nf!!!

First of all, ty ty ty <3 clothes are hard for me to draw so that means a lot XD I'll list headcanons first because the Cosmos Clan needs more description yk. But I warn, this is... a lot. because I'm fucking insane about echidnas for no damn reason. Some of these aren't big, but things i just really like. Echidna men are the ones who hold their children in pouches since they have no tops to cover up said pouches. Women have pouches as well, they just don't use them. (fair, after carrying the egg for 4 months.) Leads onto next headcanon, but this is kinda mobians as a whole in my au. Pregnancy only lasts 5 months, unless you're an egg layer. Mobians who lay eggs only carry for 4 months, the 5th month is the bebe finishing developing in the egg. That being said, echidna dads do carry their egg in their pouch until the egg hatches. Pachcamac wasn't a pos from the beginning. Definitely not defending his canonical counterpart, but in my au he got VERY fucking pissed about his mother's death to say the least and just decided to never not be pissed ever since. (Causing him to seek revenge) Bc the tribe's timeline is so much closer to the normal timeline in my au, GUN 'borrowed' their eggs for biological experimentation. (Creating Project Jade, the project before Shadow) Which is why 'Grandma' dies. Normally peaceful, but you don't kidnap her people's children and tear their murals off sacred grounds without a fight. Not long before the tribe's fall (6 years) the whole tribe contracted an illness because of people from elsewhere exploring Mystic Ruins (which what is Angel Island now, was still a part of) and it killed a shit ton of their population. Even before Chaos, they were on a steady decline. (They get medicine eventually, but it's what kills Mona/Knuckles' mom.) Pachacamac kills his kid for disagreeing with him one too many times and not having the shield of "priestess" to guard himself from violence. lmfao (just really wanted to insert this LKDSFJ) There's other misc tribes, one being the Nocturnus Clan, another being the Cosmos Clan (the 2nd being made by me, both nocturnal clans) Days before the tribe's fall, a GUN drone is found stalking a mother and child and she runs back with her kid and tries her best to describe it. Obelisk and a few other guys go to check it out, beat the shit out of it, and bring it back to Pachacamac. And that's where he's pissed enough to take the chaos emeralds to go after humans with them. (And hours later Obelisk dies bc he's like "This is really stupid") --- Random, Knuckles' real name is Coba. In my AU, you'll sometimes see Tikal or Pai refer to him as that still. Knuckles was nicknamed to him by Sonic when they first met, and he couldn't help but feel a little pride that he's the face of his own clan now, even if that's not what Sonic meant. Random 2, Knuckles' gloves are a gift from Amy. When they meet, she had noticed bruises on his- knuckles. So when she came back to visit one time, she brought him custom made gloves to protect his hands. ---

Cosmos Clan

Okay so the Cosmos Clan is similar to the Nocturnus Clan, but way less technilogically enhanced. Their technology is more on par with the Knuckles Clan. But they're still nocturnal, and even have bioluminescence so they can locate eachother in the dark. The less pigment in certain areas, the brighter it glows in the dark. Everyone has a star shape on their forehead, but said star is unique, like a fingerprint. They also tend to be in pink or purple shades for their full body coat colors. A rare dark blue sometimes. Also rather small compared to other echidnas. Citlalin (As well as Julie-Su, who's his niece) is from this clan, and being a scribe, he wanted to converse with the Knuckles Clan. He wanted to learn about them and document things about them. His main hope was to somehow form a treaty for both tribes to sign as peace. He was met with aggression by Pachacamac and Obelisk, but Tikal being the kind soul he is protested against murking him on the spot and ends up showing him things he wanted to see/learn. Pachacamac is obviously pissed, bro's always pissed, but Obelisk surprisingly is too just because afraid Citlalin gonna be a simp (he was) and Tikal's his baby sister so like. He's got a weird complex about 'protecting' her even though she's fully capable of doing so herself. (she can knock Obelisk on his ass if she wanted to) Then Tikal and Citlalin wed in secret bc Tikal's a priestess and can do that LMAO. Obelisk forces himself to get over it at that point. His sister's clearly happy, so he's happy for her. Plus, Citlalin isn't too bad to get along with (He ends up becoming buddies with him and acting like he didn't glare him to sleep every night lmfao) But him marrying Tikal makes him officially also part of the Knuckles Clan. Which actually forces both tribes to be- neutral towards eachother. So, not according to plan, but the peace treaty worked! Kinda XD Bonus, the part where Tikal reveals Pai to Obelisk and he's "When tf did this even happen-" The Cosmos Clan is where Citlalin is told to retreat to with Knuckles and Pai by Obelisk, and then Citlalin realizes he needs to try to get women and children to come as well, so tells Knuckles to get there, and he'll be right behind them. But Chaos rips Angel Island out of the ground before Knuckles can get there, trapping him up there. End bonus; Yes, Knuckles runs back, scared, and gets to see everyone dead. :) That took forever, so please read this part of my draft from 3AM

I hope any of this was coherent LMAO if you need clarification feel free to send another ask! ^^