#how this scene plays out in my mind

[twingeof-cosmic-angst]

Rose: do you actually get paid? Do they give you money?

The Ood: The Beast and his armies shall rise from the pit to make war against God :)

Rose: weird thing to call your union leader but fuck yeah man power to the people

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Trapped in a vicious cycle of pining? Try gay sex! (More things to learn over at Tiger Tiger!)

[buttercupshands]

Had another one of "YOU HAVE TO DRAW NOW" moments

I actually did the scene above on my second try of the battle, lv 90 doesn't exactly make it easy to lose

Also I think it's time to show those sketches too

The Siffrin practice once more, but this time a bit earlier

Also first try on figuring Loop's full body ref too

Also this little thing, not as polished as digital would've been

Imagine my reaction when I accidentally gave Loop a flower after trying already and they accepted it. I adored that 'yeah we won't speak of this, but I accept your stupid flower' scene more than anything and it was pure text after little scene

[a-stars-art-blog]

Factors of consideration

[long rambling of my thoughts about this headcanon below]

The older I get the more I think about me and my friends and how some of us are starting to move away to bigger and better things. As you would expect as we all met in high school or before, in the same town. But it’s expected that most of us won’t stay here.

And while thanks to modern technology we can still talk and sometimes visit, it’s never the same as being together in person imo.

And that’s why I imagine his scene here. I imagine Albert always had the dream to go to Germany. A place with a budding and flourishing advancement in Science. He studies and works hard to accomplish said dream. Never giving it a second thought bc he’s never cared about anything as much as science.

Maybe his family is supportive but doesn’t understand his drive. His passion. Maybe nobody did. Maybe people thought him weird and on the verge of unscrewing his head loose. But he doesn’t care. Or even if he does, all the more for him to work extremely hard to prove them wrong.

But then something unexpected happened: he made a dear friend. Someone who acknowledges his dedication and finds respect in it. Someone who listens to his ramblings and seems interested even if they doesn’t completely understand the material. Someone who truthfully wants to be his friend bc they’re not the type of person to beat around the bush or lie for the sake of another’s feelings.

He’s found so much joy in another’s company that he completely forgets his plan to leave the country. The plan he’s had since he was a boy.

The best friend he’s ever had. He would leave behind. Completely unknown if they would ever see each other again. Suddenly, he’s not too sure about it anymore. Surely there are universities in London that had excellent science programs. That could get MAYBE him to where he wanted. But it wasn’t his dream. The one things he’s been working for up at this point. Is it worth leaving behind his newfound loved ones? To be alone again in a foreign country?

There’s more to this headcanon/idea. I’ve daydreamed about it a lot. Albert expresses his concerns to Barok. And Barok, being the little darling he is, ofc he encourages Albert to follow his dream. Nothing would make Barok happier then to see his friend achieve his passions. It takes some encouraging but, as we know, Albert chooses to continue his studies in Germany. An incredibly bittersweet moment between the two. But the thought of the other becoming someone great and achieving great things is enough to keep their spirits high. And after all, they could always write letters to each other.

(Oops)

[coern-art-very-cool-and-nice]

encore nnks

[leafuxxtea]

guess who's back 🥺🥺 (and about to go to sleep)

i wanted to apologize quickly for disappearing like that, and i promise ill answer my asks and interact tmr!! 🥹🥹 hope everyone's doing well <33

but before i go, ill just drop this fanart of @lostxmelody 's fanfic (Parts of a Human, I've talked abt it before but it's. such a wild ride that I will absolutely stay on forever.)

(do i now know how to format panels?? hahahhahaahaa. still no.)

[cacw]

hi i think you are one of the only few people who have correct takes on curlfreather and frostpaw i think . like they’re YOUR guys to me. here’s some art because i think what you do with them is cool

its a little eyestrainy sorry about that

there must be something in the water that makes everyone do this to me everyone just loves to put jaw-droppingly beautiful life-changing illustrations in my inbox and i have to sit here and take it every single time. this might be the most hauntingly beautiful curlfeather has ever looked i think you managed to capture her even better than i could. i think the eyestrain really makes this perfect genuinely this is just what their relationship looks and feels like both to them and myself and i love that you drew them in red because that is so undeniably their color... more than anything else that is their color it belongs to them. dont even get me started. and to call them MINE oh please stop my head cant possibly get any bigger. this means the world to me i cant put it into words. thank you so much this just saved me a thousand times and will likely continue to do so for the rest of my whole life

[itsmistyeyedbi]

I've been tagged by @wayhavenots and @carriehobbs for wip wednesday friday saturday and by @nat-seal-well for fragment friday (which I'm doing on saturday lol).

I'm tagging @grapecaseschoices @lalizah @thee-morrigan and you if you haven't done it yet! (No pressure of course)

I figured I'd do both in this one post since there's only one other thing I've been working on.

It's a little scene rewrite from book 2👀

[aq2003]

twelfth night is not a Shakespeare I have read or seen but now I’m a bit terrified of ever consuming it. I definitely would never touch that audio drama with a 10 foot pole though (so so tempting. I might give in)

i was normal about twelfth night and held many normal emotions about it i really liked it for being this fun very messy queer drama until i listened to david tennant malvolio which ruined my life i cannot stress enough all of my evil derangements are because of david tennant malvolio if he had not done any of that i would have been FINE

[blvdheart]

starting to write a james fic for myself and it’s ripping my heart apart PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[articskele]

Thinking about....... Sun Onceler.........

[butterfly-headquarters]

13 year old me wrote so much fanfics and I wonder where that went

Like now-days it's easier for me to draw stuff but the best way to show my story ideas is per fanfic but I struggle so much with properly expressing my thoughts of how the scenes should happen and it makes me so sad

[lvl3glassfrog]

Seward: "Ok Renfield, let's make the introductions. Here are Lord Godalming, professor Van Helsing, and the Texan Quincey Morris!"

Jonathan: "Actually, I think you forgot m..."

Renfield: "OH! LORD GODALMING! I used to know your dead father!"

[greywooden]

my review of maxton hall

[invinciblerodent]

an issue i'm finding myself (or, my elf, eeyyyy) running into is that as their relationship progresses, Astarion and Iona become progressively harder to write together, because I'm kind of finding that the closer they are, the less they express themselves verbally.

like, for the earlier scenes, there is a lot of semi-clever back-and-forth which I enjoy writing, I love silly banter and teasing/flirting/bonding, and since they don't touch much early on, most of the relationship development happens in dialogue. but act 3?????? a lot of the emotional sludge that is between them feels most natural to, idk, leave unsaid, and have them rely on the understanding that they had been kind of hesitantly fostering since early act 2.

i know this is a stupid fucking thing to be gnawing on, especially considering that nobody has ever read a word of this damn fic, it's just.

it's a lot easier to write fun dialogue, than to somehow communicate, clearly and without headhopping or getting overly flowery/sanctimonious about it,

"aight chucklefucks, in this scene, he's climbing wordlessly under the covers with her both by way of an unwarranted apology that wasn't actually his to give (y'know, for the whole 'attacked in the middle of the night, bit to shit by his sibling while he stood by uselessly' deal that happened the previous night and is making him feel rotten and guilty for some reason), and as an acknowledgement that he's rattled, scared, and feeling vulnerable, which is why him actively seeking comfort in her instead of slinking off to lick his wounds alone is a big fuckin' deal."

"on the flipside, her not saying anything or asking why he's standing at the foot of her bed but just opening her arms to receive that silent request, invite him in (like one would a vampire, geddit), and giving him the affection with no preamble or caveat, is simultaneously an acceptance of that apology, a confirmation that despite all that's been going on during the daytime she still purposefully elects to trust him, and a reassurance that she is there, she's alive, unhurt, and her feelings haven't changed because of all this either."

"this cuddle is emotionally significant, it intentionally mirrors the one from which they were spurned by the vampire attack as a way to show that regardless of what happens, this undercurrent of tenderness still exists, but nobody is going to say a goddamn word about it, because not only would putting any of this into words be far, far beyond both of them in terms of emotional intelligence, acknowledging that he views her as a point of security and that her anxiety is eased by easing his would also feel wrong and like whoever mentions it is speaking fluent therapese. plus, breaking the silence with lengthy internal monologues would also fucking ruin the simplicity and the impact of the whole goddamn thing, even though all that actually bloody happens is 1.) she flips the covers back, 2.) he climbs in and nuzzles her chest, and 3.) she pulls the covers over his shoulder."

meanwhile i'm just looking at the maybe two actual paragraphs that i've written like

[theworstcreature]

I never get why people always talk about being scared of the dark when perfect silence is like ten times as terrifying. Lock me in the darkest and emptiest void, and I’ll be fine as long as there’s like fan or wind or rain noises or something. Put me in a bright and anything-but-scary, well lit room and make it dead silent and I will be startled by even the slightest new noise and feel watched or that something’s going to Appear