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[salmoncakepls]

House inspired Board Game for @iwtvfanevents ' Meal to Remember

Beautiful Art edited from @diasdelfuego and dedicated to the lovely writers of house @dlsintegration @knifeeater @kittyldpdl @nlbv @weather-mood baberainbow

Wanna play at home ?

House the mini game - @iwtvfanevents

Grab 2 of Your Favorite Dice or Use this virtual Dice Roller

Roll em and the first and second number is the chapter you start off on (Unless you Roll a 6 first which in that case it turns into a 0) Example: Figure 1 is 43 (Royal Street Reverie ) Figure 2 is 6 (glass )

The objective of the game is to ride through the haunts and passages of house via dice influence --if you get stuck press your luck and roll again !

[jamieedlund]

March sketch dump 🧙‍♂️✨

[qrevo]

What the fox doing?? 🦊🟦🟣

Friendly Revenge for @jaevy of his sona Delta!!

[sixfaith]

art vs artist 2023

[twinsoftriumph]

the winner of the poll for which spirit i will draw is nightbird whisperer! here's a little peek at the sketch so far

[comradecowplant]

so things are not going well with my new elderly socdem friend unfortunately.

[anir-lol]

More funny Aggie drawings that are post-able moment

[mechahero]

desert traveler alternate

beltless 

[meanbossart]

I really love how you render Astarion! You make him look so nice and like- himself if you don’t mind me asking, is there a specific colour palette you use for him? I literally cannot figure out how to render him 😭

Thank you so much! I don't really use color palettes, I just store those kinds of things in my brain and adjust them as needed to better fit a color scheme/environment, but they do tend to be roughly the same across my art.

Here's the palette for Astarion from this picture, hopefully it's at all helpful!

[deegeemin]

❄️✨❄️REMINDER THAT IDW SONIC WINTER JAM IS OUT!!! ❄️✨❄️

I'd love to talk about some neato things I got to draw in the comic! Spoiler warning for some contents below! If you haven't read anything yet, come back after reading the comic!

Let's start off with the cover thumbnails! I was more inclined to do A since it wouldn't spoil the big surprise Orbot and Cubot had in store! Otherwise I probably would've gone with B or D! It has that bombastic party sort of feel that I think would've been super fitting!

Here, Eggman is temporarily staying at one of his many bases throughout the world after the collapse of his Eggperial city! This base is inspired by Industria from Future Boy Conan and a bit of Eggmanland!

He also sure loves his chicken and fries!

A little beachside balcony in Green hill! I felt like we generally don't get structures there as much so I thought it'd be a nice addition!

The design on the floor is the stage from the JP Sonic X intro! It gets covered up by snow after but still neat to include!

Look at this magnificent cast of characters! I wanted to use the poses that each pair had when they were first seen together! I'd considered giving Big his winning animation pose from SA1 but alas no space haha!

Cubot's taped on eye brow gag was one I suggested and it's a reference to the same gag from FLCL!

Lil sonic team logo Iasmin asked for! Sonic sure knows to appreciate himself! Good on him.

And here's a sonic 3 wreath and the SA2 lock on reticle from the mechs!

Amy and cream's spread of delicious looking food beautifully rendered by the coloring god Reggie! I wanted to include all their items from the Official Sonic the Hedgehog Cookbook! So if you want to make them yourself, YOU CAN! (except for uhh the experiment on another panel. you guys can figure out what's in that yourselves haha)

Also made sure to list all the pages you can find the recipes!

This is one of my fav gags that Iasmin wrote in!! Can you all guess what this is meant to vaguely resemble?

Quick round of character refs from Eggman's screen going in order from left to right! [Conductor's wife and Conductor, Barry and Gadget, Early Conductor design, Early Barry design (his outside eye markings are white tho), My uh Sonicsona lol]

Mecha Sonic mark 3? Yep Iasmin wanted him to be there and so there he shall be!! Hopefully we get to see him again!

I remember seeing the story Iasmin made and it really felt like it could be something you'd see in a sonic anime episode if it were made nowadays. I drew the comic with some influence from Sonic X because of that. I think the most telling detail fans might notice is the constant 3 spines for Sonic.

but YEAH another absolutely wonderful comic I got to work on! See ya'll on another issue!

[jq37]

Your sister who you love so much (even though you’ve never shown it) asks you to be her sister again, her true sister, in deed not just in name. And yes, of course that’s what you want. That’s what you’ve always wanted and now that she’s shattered your defenses and destroyed the ones who would pit you against each other and died right before your eyes, how could you refuse? How could your answer be anything but yes?

So you go home with her, not the ruins of your perfectly posh prison, but a new home which provides love and care and bunk beds and it’s so so nice. Ridiculously nice. Sickeningly nice. And a small, sick part of you almost misses your old home (if you can even call it a home) because yes, it was cruel and awful and you hated every second of it but you knew where you fit. You knew what your role was. You don’t fit in here. Everyone accepts you because they’re all so nice, but they don’t know how to volley back your sharp words or find a hidden, “I love you” within an offhanded insult. 

And then your sister leaves to save the world again because that’s who she is. She’s the kind of person who goes out to save the world with her friends when she’s needed and you’re not. You’re not, not, not. Not on any count. You don’t save things, you destroy them. And friends? You have to allow yourself to be vulnerable for friends so of course that’s out. Your sister is 16 and she’s out saving the world for the third time and you, fully grown at 18, are a wanted criminal who hasn’t even properly graduated from high school. You can’t stop thinking about it and, without your sister and her friends occupying the house as a buffer, the ones who are left try to get you to talk about it so you make a rash decision, as you are wont to do. You leave, like a thief in the night. You can make your own way. You can. You’ll prove it.

You find a shitty apartment and pay for it with the ill-gotten spoils from one of your many exploits. You could probably pawn some treasure for more luxurious  accommodations–there is that chest of rubies just lying around–but you don’t. That’s not what you deserve. And what if your sister needs help later? You don’t have access to your parental funds anymore which means she doesn’t either. You know she won’t ask anyone for help–you wouldn’t. But someone has to look after her. You’re an abjuration wizard. You protect people. You protect her. No, that’s a lie. But you want to make it not a lie. You want to start now.

If you’re saving the rubies then you need a source of income. You narrow down your least villainous talents to try and find a suitable job and hit on teacher. You’re good at magic, right? So how hard can teaching it be? Hopefully not as hard as securing the job, which proves trickier than expected because, oh right, you’re a wanted criminal who hasn’t graduated high school. But you dip into your villainous talents once more and tell yourself it’s for a good cause. You secure the job. You’re doing it. You’re making your own way. 

You want to text your sister to see if she’s doing alright but you don’t want to intrude and you don’t want to answer any questions about what you’ve been doing because then either you’ll have to lie or explain that you’ve left again, right after you promised you’d be there. Both options make your heart ache, especially since it’s her birthday. So you wait until the house is empty (mostly empty–you’re never really alone in a haunted house) and enter the room you and your sister shared for too brief a time. You paint her walls with carefully rendered runes, filled with all your abjuration magic and stamped with your arcane mark. It’s a possessive bit of spellcraft. A selfish claiming of a climactic kill. You mean to make a different kind of claim. You are claiming your sister, as she asked you to months ago. You are telling the world that she will not be fucked with while you live. Your rooms were so close before. You could hear her. You knew every night she went to bed in the grips of a panic attack with no one to console her. She won’t have to feel unsafe in her own room again. You can make sure of that at least. 

The sun rises one morning and you know that means your sister is alive and well and coming home. You teleport to Falinel to make sure she returns to her favorite dessert. It’s worth the spell slot and the chance of being recognized. The tower where they kept you is long destroyed and you know that this time, if you were ever captured or even killed, rescue wouldn’t be measured in a matter of months. It would be days. Hours even if your clever sister and her powerful divination magic put things together faster. The thought fills you with more emotion than you know what to do with. You leave a note. “I love you,” you think. “Enjoy the nemesis ward,” you write. 

Practicing magic, as it turns out, is a very different skill than teaching magic. The children are loud and obnoxious and you don’t quite realize that maybe your expectations are too high between the hothouse you grew up in and your sister being the world’s greatest diviner, fullstop. You know you can always go back to the manor, but that somehow makes it easier to stick it out. You’ve always been taught that pressure provides the best results but there’s something about the security of a safety net that makes everything a bit more bearable. And so what if you have to take a second job involving a light criminal element. You’re only smuggling–that’s barely even a real crime.

Your sister who has saved the world thrice now, texts you and she wants help. She is looking to you for help. And you do your best to oblige. You offer your knowledge, you offer your rubies, you invite her over again and again. She sends you a text and deletes it. You’re not the diviner in the family but you drain your spell slots scrying for information you already know. Information that you'll hear from her own lips in just a few hours. “I love you.”

She finally visits and you’re not unaware of the state of your apartment. You know you’ve been too exhausted for an Unseen Servant or even a round of Prestidigitations but you know that your sister has seen your mind and there’s nothing messier about you than that. She teases you and you tease her back. She’s the only one who understands how to deliver a complement with a backhand so you can receive it without your skin crawling. The only one who knows how much tartness you need with your sweetness. 

Later, she visits again. She sits in your filthy apartment and you watch trash TV and it’s the highlight of your week. Your month even. That should feel pathetic but, somehow it doesn’t. You want to tell her. She deserves to hear it from time to time without having to filter out the layers of prickliness that you add as second nature, a layer of armor as ever present as your abjurer’s ward. You may not be able to handle naked sentiment but she can. You’ve seen her with her friends. How affectionate they are. You’ve always been taught that loose lips sink ships but you have experience with ship sinking and this prospect fills you with much less dread. You tell her and it’s awkward and fumbling but you manage. Maybe loving people isn’t so different from loving cats.

You have a new job which is perfect because the school year is almost over and, blackmail or no, you aren’t sure how many times you’ll be able to get away with casting Sleep on your class to give yourself a break. Honestly, you should have applied for jobs in Leviathan from the start. Why would pirates care about your sketchy history and lack of credentials? You could teleport yourself to Leviathan every day but that would be a waste of a spell slot when the door to the Compass Points is right there in the manor (and if your sister happens to be there too then hey, happy coincidence). While you’re there, you might as well do your laundry. And stay for dinner from time to time. And spend time with your sister in your her room where your runes stand sentinel and your old bunk lays untouched. You don’t think you’re staring but later, as you go to grab a snack from the kitchen your sister throws you a casual, over the shoulder glance. 

“You can just move back in, if you want.”

And would it really be that easy? Just like that? After a year of trying to make a point or a plan or a better version of yourself or whatever? Just like that? 

You remember a year ago. You and your sister and words that will be burned into your mind forever. 

“Despite the fact that you have not earned it, I do love you.”

Just like that. 

You say yes. You stay. 

[nonat3llo]

Could you draw Donnie in like a hoodie and plushies and blankets nest just being comfy?

Also your drawings are awesome what the heck, they’re all so cute but also rad and cool and have nice everything. Hope you have a nice day!

Sorry for the wip. Im actually planning to draw this seriously, as in a fully rendered piece!!

Hopefully I can get it done in a few days ^_^

(Tysm! I hope you have a nice day/night as well!!)

[garnetdawn]

Some time ago I started working on a lineart base for a sword. I like swords, thought it'd be fun, and hopefully folks who like to give their characters unique fantasy blades would enjoy it as well!!

Just like my bases for characters, this one is a bunch of interchangeable pieces that you will be able to slap together n create a sword. It has some simple metal rendering on each part too as an optional overlay layer, so you can still color it however you want under that metallic filter, but there are some limitations on how nice it looks depending on what colors you use.

Sharing some combinations as I'm almost done with the bulk of it! I just want to add some optional tassels n decorations, and maybe magic effects.

[parisoonic]

8, 10, and 13 :)

8: My favourite art I've ever done is all locked behind NDA's. I've drawn some really nice backgrounds for a show that will hopefully come ONE dayyy ;;; Otherwise...personal art...is probably this:

It's quite old now but idk i just really like it...there's an interesting mixture of abstraction vs description within the piece.

If we're talking tf2 stuff it's probably this. I like the rendering style - how it feels 'rough' but rendered at the same time...and i drew some semi-nice hands for once in my life haha

10: UMMM i'm very negative about my own work...I compare myself to others a lot which im my artistic red-flag lol. I did twig the other day though that I would've loved my own work when i was 16 SO I guess that's something :) I think when everything 'clicks' for me i can achieve some nice shape flows, abstraction of forms via lineart and some fun expressions 13: I already work in art! I'm a background artist for animation - currently working on a kids show for the BBC :) I've done a tiny bit of everything though including art direction, character design, art for card games, toy design etc In my past life I was also a vfx artist (mainly surfacing and lookdev). I'd love to work on a feature or game next or work as a concept artist buuut I'm happy poodling around in backgrounds for now.

[fictionalsownme]

i'll be over him when I'm dead okay

I have covid!! or at least my brother has it who I live with and I am very very sick! I'll be fine but I'm staying home from class to avoid spreading it so I finally got some time to finish up some drawings I've been sitting on 🥰 you guys should know I watch every single notification that comes in and smile and gush about them like a creeper so thank you as always, it really does mean a lot!! If I end up testing positive I imagine I'll be out of school for even longer so at least it'd be nice to have some time to draw & write 💞 I really really love how these ones came out, they were supposed to just be sketches and then I just kept going lmao. I've been experimenting with rendering more and more so hopefully you guys like it too! It feels like everyone's getting sick rn so stay healthy everyone! 💞💞 Happy Thursday!!

[shirefantasies]

This Means War- Elrond x Wife!Reader

Just a little drabble as requested by an anon! This heat where I live is the perfect time for this request ❄️

Gripping Elrond's arm, you steadied yourself, straightening slippery feet beneath you. The thick layer of snow draped over the ground glittered like a cracked geode, but it rendered travel difficult. Luckily your lord, your beloved, remained steadfast at your side, his pure-white robes, delicate silver circlet, and most of all kindhearted smile all outshone the snow by far. Even the gentle blue of your husband's eyes seemed illuminated against the bright shine of the fresh fall upon the ground.

Elrond chuckled lowly, meeting your eyes as his turned upward merrily. You joined him in laughter, bright sound filling the air quite visibly in puffs curling into the chill air. Sides brushing, you strode as best you could across the crunching wintry ground, taking in the soaring pines with their blanketed needles.

This country was new to you, a place far from Rivendell in all respects. Never did snow fall upon your fair valley, marring it with cold. And yet, you thought as you looked upon the shine of all around you, perhaps it would illuminate it all the brighter. You realized, though, when you peered at your husband once more that nowhere would shine so as when you two could be side by side.

Rushes of sentimentality did nothing to dissuade the utter childlike wonder drifting to you across the pine-scented air. Childlike. Mental gears turned, bringing another more mischievous smile alight.

Trailing behind your husband, you dipped your hand in the snow, shivering at the cold but gathering more instead of balking at it. Soon the sting equalized upon your fingertips, which held and packed a nice little ball. A lovely little ball you promptly tossed into Elrond’s back, glistening ice bursting against and sliding down his white robe, blending in even as it soaked in spots.

You saw the way Elrond’s eyebrows rose when he swiveled to face you, but an exasperated smile teased upon your husband’s lips.

“Quite a declaration of war, my dear.”

Before you knew it, he was chasing you, grinning at the giggles escaping your frosty lips every time he tossed return snow volleys. You fired plenty more as well, your worst casualty descending upon your failure to dodge a snowball to the neck. Shuddering as cold moisture slid beneath your collar, you scooped and tossed as hard as you could.

Splat!

Looking back up from your bent, braced posture, you were met with the sight of your husband splattered aside the neck…and the head! A bit of snow crowned his dark hair alongside the dignified circlet, bringing full laughter forward from you.

Shaking his head, he fixed you with a much more focused look. Your undoing and yet you would enjoy it so! …Hopefully. Grinning a blend of sheepish and impish, you ran from the great bundle of snow Elrond amassed, using his steady feet upon the fall to catch up to you the moment your own betrayed you.

Sliding down before catching yourself on your knees, you were met by your husband, who tipped a rain of snow down upon you. Undeterred, you took both of his hands in yours, pulling him down to your side. Giggling, you powdered him with snow, too, stopping only when he leaned in and rubbed his nose against yours, the motion raising a tinge of warmth to the chilled flush of your face.

“You fought bravely,” he teased, voice low and humming against the shell of your ear.

“But who was the victor?” You asked him, turning to face one another again.

Powder faintly drifted from the clouds, dusting your adjacent figures. Smatterings of browned pine needles littered the pure white surface, interrupting the seemingly unending sea. Elrond chuckled, caressing the side of your head and easing it upon his shoulder. In response, you leaned up to press a quick kiss to his neck.

“I daresay we both have won,” your husband replied, taking your hand to rise as one from the sky’s glittering gift.

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