#i drew her in her two most iconic fits

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

EWAN MITCHELL TALKING ABOUT AEMOND TARGARYEN IN EPISODE 3 FOR VULTURE MAGAZINE.

I CAN'T REMEMBER THE EXACT WORDING, BUT I REMEMBER SEEING SOMEONE POST A GIF OF PRINCE AEMOND'S SAPPHIRE-EYEBALL REVEAL AND SAYING, ‘THIS IS THE MOST ANIME-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER WHO HAS EVER APPEARED ON A LIVE-ACTION TELEVISION SHOW.’ THERE'S AN OTHERWORDLY AIR TO HIM.

“So much of the work is done through the costume and the long hair and the eyepatch — because of the talents of makeup designer Amanda Knight and our costume designer, Caroline McCall.”

“By taking one look, you can make a rough assumption that he’s probably going to be the bad guy.”

“But for me, bringing that otherworldly texture to Aemond, I never watched Game of Thrones, because I wanted to present something fresh.”

“I drew on other aspects of pop culture, with ’80s horror icons like Michael Myers: a character who walks so slow but always catches up to Jamie Lee Curtis.”

“Aemond hijacks the show and turns it into a horror sequence in the skies above Storm’s End at the end of episode ten of season one.”

“It’s this idea of inevitability, something more like an energy as opposed to an actual human being.”

“That’s the image Aemond wants to co-opt, that he’s godlike. He operates on a different plane.”

“It comes from that cold exterior he’s cultivated over the years, down to the sapphire stone in his eye socket. You don’t know what is going on behind his eye.”

THERE REALLY IS SOMETHING VERY "FINAL FANTASY VILLAIN" ABOUT HIM: ELEGANT BUT FIGHTENING.

“You don’t know what he’s thinking.”

“People who sit back and smile, don’t say much — they’re the people whose brains you want to pick, but at the same time, you don’t know where you stand.”

MY FAVORITE AEMOND MOMENTS ARE WHEN YOU DO GLIMPSE HOW HE FEELS. IN THAT CHASE SEQUENCE ABOVE STORM'S END, AEMOND IS REALLY UPSET WHEN HIS DRAGON KILLS LUCERYS VELARYON. IN THIS SEASON, HE TALKS TO THE SEX WORKER HE'S BEEN SEING ABOUT HOW IT GOT TO HIM.

“I agree. Between episodes seven and eight of season one, he’s manufactured himself into a weapon.”

“He possesses this code that stops him from ever being hurt again, like he was as a kid.”

“He has to be seen as this bulletproof, untouchable, ethereal presence no one can grasp.”

HE BRINGS UP HIS CHILDHOOD IN THE BROTHEL, TOO — HOW HIS BROTHER AND HIS YOUNG UNCLES USED TO PICK ON HIN FOR BEING DIFFERENT. IS ALL THAT IN THE BACK OF YOUR MIND EVEN WHEN YOU'RE DOING THE COOL, SAPPHIRE-EYE STUFF?

“Yeah. It’s partly down to seeing the young Aemond actor, Leo Ashton, in episodes six and seven of season one: the boy underneath the veneer.”

“This kid was bullied day in and day out for not having a dragon egg like the rest of the kids in the family. He recognized very early on that he was going to have to go out and get what he wanted.”

“I always carried that around with me in season two.”

“So he ended up claiming the largest, baddest, oldest dragon in the known world in Vhagar. She’s so enormous, she can’t fit within the confines of any castle wall. Aemond is able to identify with that.”

HOW SO? THE BULLYING DIDN'T MAKE HIM FEEL SMALLER?

“It’s the story of the underdog. I have this theory that it’s not so much the person who claims the dragon, it’s the dragon who claims the person as well.”

“I don’t believe Vhagar is someone you just stumble upon.”

“Although Aemond had to seek her out, she must have seen something in him that he himself hadn’t seen yet.”

“Aemond’s the kid who held on. When he realized he wouldn’t get a dragon egg like the rest of the kids, he held on.”

“When he was bullied for being different, for not having a dragon of his own, he held on. And when Vhagar took off over the beaches of Driftmark in episode seven, he held on tighter than he’d ever done before.”

“I don’t know if any of the other characters would have held on as strongly, because they were gifted dragons when they were kids.”

“It’s a tremendous feat of courage to approach Vhagar.”

“That’s one of Aemond’s redeeming qualities: He possesses a drive.”

“Maybe that kid is still underneath that manufactured exterior.”

I WAS HONESTLY SURPRISED TO FIND AEGON AND HIS BUDDIES STILL BULLYING AEMOND DURING THE BROTHEL SCENE IN THIS EPISODE. HISTORICALLY, BULLYING AEMOND HAS NOT WORKED OUT VERY WELL FOR PEOPLE.

“Aegon catches Aemond in a vulnerable spot.”

“Picking up the script for the first time and seeing those brothel scenes in episode two and three, I saw a brilliant opportunity to offer a rare glimpse of his vulnerability.”

“You only ever see him in his Targaryen blacks, so to see him in that world — not only that, but then humiliated by his brother — is quite shocking.”

WHEN HE GETS UP AND WALKS OUT WITHOUT BOTHERING TO DRESS FIRST, SO SURE OF HIMSELF EVEN IN THE FACE OF THAT HUMILIATION, HE SEEMS SCARIER TO ME THAN WHEN HE'S RIDING ON VHAGAR.

I love that line from Michael Mann’s Heat, when Bob De Niro’s character says, “Don’t let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.”

“That’s the code his character utilizes so he’s able to maneuver around this world without getting caught by Al Pacino.”

“Aemond has a similar code that stops him from being hurt like he was as a kid.”

“That’s why he’s able to walk out on the madam in that scene.”

“He’s humiliated by his brother and all his crew, and it’s like this switch flips. The madam is no more.”

“All of these people in front of him? They mean nothing. He stands up, he owns it — Yeah, I’m bulletproof. Anything you say, it will not work. Like you say, it’s scary.”

A LOT OF COMPARISIONS ARE MADE BETWEEN AEMOND AND DAEMON, BUT THAT'S A BIG DIFFERENCE: DAEMON GETS INTENSELY ATTACHED, WHETHER TO HIS LATE BROTHER KING VISERYS OR TO HIS NIECE AND WIFE QUEEN RHAENYRA. WE'RE SEEN HIM LEAVE DIFFICULT SITUATIONS, BUT HE STORMS OUT, HE DOESN'T GLIDE OUT. THAT'S AEMOND.

“One hundred percent. You rarely see him lose his cool.”

“As soon as you start raising your voice and shouting, you lose the power.”

“It’s not to say Aemond isn’t as angry as everyone else behind the smile. He probably is. But he’s able to keep a lid on it and channel it in different ways.”

IT'S ALSO A NUDE SCENE, AND I HAVE A FEELING YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET A REACTION AT A VOLUME FEW PEOPLE ON THIS SHOW HAVE SEEN BEFORE. DID YOU HAVE THAT IN MIND WHILE SHOOTING IT?

Mitchell says that the dragon-rider’s display, a topic of much discussion between himself and the creative team prior to filming, was a move ‘encoded in Aemond’s DNA’ — a shock tactic designed to demonstrate that this once-bullied boy will never allow himself to be chastened again.

“Scenes like this start with a conversation about how far you’re prepared to go. It wasn’t a choice we made lightly.”

“But it’s true to Aemond that he shocks the audience.”

“Weakness is not part of Aemond’s vocabulary.”

[a-suspicious-number-of-ducks]

Hermit-a-Day May, Day 15: FalseSymmetry. Today's style/medium is She-Ra and the Princesses of Power! My thought process for this matchup wasn't particularly profound--I knew I wanted to do someone in She-Ra style, because I adore the show, and the queen of hearts, heads, and body parts seemed fitting for a series about a bunch of strong, terrifying women, one of whom wields a frick-off giant magic sword. Details and references under the read more!

So... I don't really have specific references I can point to, because I just turned on season 1 of She-Ra and watched almost to the end of season 3 by the time I was done with the drawing. Any time I needed to check a style thing, I would just...let the current episode play until I saw an example of the way the animators drew that specific thing. That being said, False's face was primarily referenced from Adora, her knees from Glimmer, and her hands from Entrapta because Entrapta was the first person to have a good shot of their hands while I was looking. Here's a couple pictures of the general style, if you want to judge for yourself how I did at emulating it:

Additional references include False's Minecraft skin (of course) and several pictures of myself doing the pose, complete with sword.

She-Ra's style is very smooth and relatively simple, with broad stretches of plain colors. Shading is rare and usually only for temporary lighting effects, so I left my drawing unshaded. Everything is just so clean, because...it's an animated show and animating fiddly details sucks. I really enjoy She-Ra's character design and art style, so it was a ton of fun to get to try it out for myself.

I had to pay extra attention to the eyes and ears, two of the most distinctive She-Ra style hallmarks in my opinion--as well as the iconic solid shaded blush across the cheeks and nose, but that part was easy. I also had to use a smoother inking brush than my normal toothy ink pen, which meant that inking/lining took forever. That is why this is nearly two hours late. Don't look at me.

Fun fact if you read this far: Catra is around 72% of the reason I finally realized/admitted I was bi at the tender age of like.... 17. She was just too pretty for me to stay in denial.

I feel like I'm forgetting something but it's 3am so I'm just gonna hit post. Cheers!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Rook, Ortho: Princess Power

BRUH 💀 Go figure, giving the guy obsessed with beauty two of the least flattering screenshots in his background frames… But hey, his groovy is very different from everyone else’s so far! ^^ Very relaxed and peaceful.

Cbjssbjsjskendb new tidbits about pre-Pomefiore Rook?? He used to cut his own hair with a knife and focused on keeping his bangs out of his line of sight… and he wasn’t as confident about his style (mood). It’s also interesting to know that he started doing ballet on Vil’s recommendation, and that has helped a lot with his posture, working out muscles he doesn’t normally use, and appreciating the art of performances. We love Pomefiore out here breaking gender norms 👊

A Tale as Old as Time.

Rook drew out a longing sigh, gently easing into the quiet of the museum. The soft sound lingered, coiling around his fingers like thread from a spool. It, too, did not wish to part ways with the stunning beauty laid out bare before it.

A fair maiden was framed in shining platinum. Hair black as ebony, lips as red as the rose, and skin as white as snow... Truly, she was the fairest in all the land.

Her graceful frame was folded, kneeling on the forest floor to greet the woodland creatures that had gathered. The pale yellow skirt of her gown spilled out, blue bodice and puff sleeves fitted well by her figure. Her face round and gentle, in spite of the high collar encircling it, crowed by a petite red bow.

Here was pure innocence, a young girl reveling in nature.

“Beauté,” he marveled—to no one in particular, but such beauty warranted verbal acknowledgement.

“It seems that this painting has captured your interest, Rook Hunt-san!” a voice chirped. A neon blue light emanated from the darkness, accompanied by the silver flash of metal.

“Bonjour!” Rook greeted Ortho. "I must confess, I have been enchanted by this particular work of art! The brush strokes, masterful! The composition, immaculate!! The subject—oh, how it makes my heart quiver with nostalgia!! I am a man close to being moved to tears!!”

Ortho curiously glanced at the girl and her animal friends. No strong emotions arose within up from him. Perhaps he did not feel as much, or perhaps Rook felt too much. “Is there a sentimental experience or memory you have related to this painting…?”

“Oui! It is a tale as old as time.” Rook gestured to the snow white young lady. “They say that this maiden was a princess forced to flee from her home country, as a hostile presence threatened her life. She retreated into the woods and found comfort in a humble life there. Her tenacity is most admirable!!”

“Tenacity… That’s the value that Pomefiore was founded on!” Ortho, floating overhead, beamed at Rook. “I understand why you would like that story. It has a good moral that sticks with you.”

“That is the beauty of telling tales! They inspire those who hear of it, ensuring that the spirit of the story is never truly extinguished.” The huntsman’s eyes held a keep glint to them. “Tell me, Ortho-kun. What do you believe makes a princess?”

The boy blinked. A split second, and he had already input the term into an internal search engine, the formal definition loaded up to recite.

“Prin-cess, noun. The daughter of a monarch or wife to a prince. A woman having sovereign power.”

“An efficient, succinct answer!” Rook applauded, his cheer never faltering. “However, my desire is to know your interpretation. In Ortho-kun’s own words, what makes a princess?”

“My own…?” The words stretched, unsure, on his tongue. Ortho hesitated—seeking, processing, and analyzing. Rook’s heartbeat sounded where there was the space for the boy to think.

Then, finally, Ortho spoke.

“From what I’ve observed in movies and books, the princess is a pop culture icon. She’s usually presented as a role model for little girls. Someone who is beautiful, dainty, and composed, wearing a pretty dress and a glittering crown."

A pause. Ortho assessed Rook’s hard-to-read, bright expression.

“… Is that closer to the response you were looking for, Rook Hunt-san?” he asked.

To this, the third year’s lips quirked. “There is no correct or incorrect answer! I was curious to see your perspective. Everyone holds one that differs, lenses of all designs and colors with which to see the world through! You have my most heartfelt thanks for sharing your view with me.”

"Oh, I see! You're collecting data from a variety of sources to compare to a standard." The android (literally) lit up from within. "Let me ask the same back! Rook Hunt-san, what do you think makes a princess?"

"Mon dieu! You've set my own trap upon me," Rook teased.

The Beautiful Queen, the Fair Maiden, Vil, his peers... So many fragments of beauty in his collection. Plucked, collected, hoarded.

He ran a finger along his chin, contemplating. The thoughts assembled like a collage. Ideas taken, cut up, and pasted together into a new, glorious artwork.

"A princess can be many things," Rook declared with certainty. "They are a princess to their very core, even when their power is stripped from them or they are dressed in only ashes and rags. What defines them is not royal heritage or political influence, but the strength of their character, their values and virtues. They are not bound by a singular trait, but are aspirations to all in their own ways."

Ortho's eyes swelled. "Eh...? That's so broad! By your definition, anyone could be a princess—even you or I!”

The huntsman threw his head back and laughed. "Broad it may be, but I am of the opinion that we all have it in us to live up to the title~”

He indicated the woman in the platinum frame. Ortho’s gaze obediently followed. "Even without a kingdom to call her own, she remained kind-hearted rather than turn to cruelty. That is why she was, and always will be, a noble soul. A princess who puts out good into the world.”

“Rook Hunt-san…”

“Ortho-kun!” Rook dramatically extended an arm to him. He was practically sparkling in the dim room. “I, too, endeavor to put out as much beauty as what is gifted to me! That is my one true calling as the Hunter of Love: to not only seek out beauty, but to cultivate and to contribute to it!”

Ortho silently stared. Nii-san did warn me that Rook Hunt-san could be eccentric, but… maybe there’s some meaning to be found in it.

Cutting through the numbers and the formulas that governed him was a fuzzy warmth. Not the familiar jolt of electricity that powered his circuits. It was too wild, too unpredictable.

Something undeniably human.

Ortho let out a giggle. "Hehe. Then you must be a princess too!"

Rook's mouth formed a small "o". Unsubtle surprise—or perhaps purposefully exaggerated. "Me? Whatever makes you think that?"

"Strength of character!" Ortho parroted mischievously. "I've never met someone as uplifting as you are. Rook Hunt-san is the type of person that sees a princess in everyone."

The boy lowered himself to a few centimeters off of the ground, pretending to dip into a curtsey. "Your majesty!"

"Fufufu. You're quite charming yourself, Princess Ortho-kun!" Rook bent into a deep bow. "Most clever in all the land, computing complex problems in the blink of an eye!”

Upon straightening, the third year laid both hands over his heart. He lifted his head toward the painting of the fair maiden in the forest. A serene smile at his lips.

It was as if he was pledging his allegiance, making a vow. A worshipper at the altar to pray.

“May we all live happily ever after,” Rook whispered raptly, “like the princesses of old.”

Forever and ever.

[crazylittlejester]

I so want to draw the modern boys in funny situations, but I dont really know what they wear! Like, does War still like to wear scarves? Do they all have some reference to their lu conterparts?

War has a weird collection of scarves, but his favorite is one hand knitted by (I cannot remember her name for the life of me but Zelda)

Does Sky have a blanket (sailcloth) he sleeps with that Sun made him? His red earrings?

Maybe Twi with a those little fur pelts people put on their belts? Or a necklace that looks like the shadow crystal, but its really just a cool rock he found one day that he turned into a necklace? Does he still have his facial tattoos? What do his tattoos look like, and what peircings does he have??

okay first of all THATD BE SO COOL IF YOU DREW THEM OH MY GOD, second: THANK YOU FOR GRANTING ME PERMISSION TO YAP ABOUT THEIR CLOTHES AND WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE BECAUSE I HAVE HAD THEIR DESIGNS FLOATING IN MY BRAIN FOR SO MANY MONTHS (also my bad for spelling mistakes im dyslexic and also tired and my brain is turning off 💔💔💔 i might have forgotten a few details because my head hurts but i think i got the important things??)

Wars:

His summer and winter wardrobes have completely different personalities. In warmer weather he wears a lot of crop tops or just shirts that just reach the top of his pants so long as his arms are down, and also just tighter fitting tops, because he’s absolutely a “big pants, little shirt” kinda guy. He has a love hate relationship with jeans, he only puts up with them in the summer if there are just no other pants that will fit his vibe, and the second his frontal lobe fully develops /j and he locks in to life he will probably never touch another pair of jeans again. He’s young, he had a uniform he had to wear in grade school, he’s fucking around with fashion. But he ALWAYS eats.

His winter wardrobe is what his sense of style will fully transform into in a few years: nice pants, solid color t-shirts under a cardigan, or just a full on sweater. he has a collection of rather nice coats. He doesn’t wear a whole lot of scarves YET, he’s got a couple but the collection will grow as the years go on aldkkdd. His iconic blue scarf was split into two objects in this au: A blue scarf that Wild knit for him when he retired from skating and was having a rough time, and a very very soft blanket that Athena (his Zelda :)) gifted him for his birthday one year. Athena has definitely also made him a scarf, she does crafts too :) but his blue one was from Wild

His hair is bleached blond and straightened every morning, because it’s naturally very dark brown and curly. The modern au is just a modernized version of hyrule kingdom, but in our world he’d be brazilian/scottish, and he does have a slightly darker skin tone, he’s not super pale (he looks just like my regular version of Wars I write/have drawn a few times because he’s just a modernized version of my regular Wars :)). He also has glasses but wears contacts for the most part, because unfortunately for him he is blind as fuck aldkdkdd. He has his ears pierced, he usually just has simple silver studs in just so the holes don’t close (he’s paranoid about that), but he has other bigger earrings if he’s trying to match them with an outfit, and he usually wears eyeliner. He also has freckles, and a DECENT amount of em, but he covers those up with makeup. He rarely half commits to a look when he leaves the apartment, he either dresses up and fully does his makeup and hair and puts his contacts in, or he puts on a casual outfit and wears a hat because he hates his hair

Sky:

He dresses like an english teacher, which is the direction he’s planning on going in for his future job, but he’s already got the sweaters and general vibe at 21 years old and it’s really funny. On the days he’s too exhausted to really dress up, sweatpants and a hoodie will do. He always looks slightly disheveled, but in a frustratingly charming way that has Warriors screaming at a wall because his morning routine is very long and he’s rarely happy with how he looks and Sky can just roll out of bed, wash up, run a hand through his hair and somehow look perfect and this annoys him

He does have his red earrings!! And his sail cloth in his au IS a blanket that was a gift from Sun :) She made it from him the first year they dated after he had a health scare and was just not doing good for about a month. The blanket brought him a LOT of comfort then, and it still does now :)

His hair is dark brown and curly (not as curly as Wars’s is naturally but still curly and not wavy), and he’ll color it sometimes so it’ll end up brown but slightly red toned. He has a much darker skin tone than the other two, and his eyes are a dark gray

Twilight:

He owns like. 8 pairs of INCREDIBLY similar looking jeans and probably five too many flannels. If he EVER forgot it was halloween and he just ended up wearing his normal clothes he could probably say he chose to be dean or sam winchester and people would believe it. Warriors makes jokes about how Twi has like 7 different versions of the SAME outfit all the time, but he also borrows one very specific jacket of Twi’s because its big on him and will fit over other layers so he can’t complain too much or Twi won’t let him wear it anymore. He and Wars are opposites in the sense that if Wars is “big pants little shirt” Twi is “big shirt little pants”. Though at night that switches, because Twi sleeps in big ass flannel pants (you will never get him away from his emotional support flannel) and a tight fitting t shirt or tank top (he gets hot at night) and Wars is the guy in shorts and a GIGANTIC hoodie who walks around complaining he’s cold as if he does not own multiple pairs of sweatpants (which he primarily wears when he skates). (Sky owns ACTUAL pajamas)

He doesn’t really have anything that would be a pelt, the closest thing would be a very fluffy gray blanket his adoptive mom/aunt Malon bought him when he moved out. He DOES have a rock necklace!!! He likes rocks and Hyrule knows this, so it was a gift from Hyrule (who is the Rock Guy of the friend group aldkdkkd). He doesn’t have his facial tattoos, but he has a lot of others. All of his tattoos are on the left side of his body; left arm, left hip, left side of his chest right over his rib cage. Most of them are different animals he really likes all pieced together, others are small designs that represent people he loves. He also has a matching tattoo with Sky, which is a bird sitting on a goat’s head and a little cat is nearby (Twi’s is on the inside of his wrist, Sky’s is above his ankle, and because each animal is supposed to represent each of them they got Wars a bracelet with the little animals on it so he could be included too). He has three lobe piercings (on each side), and then just on his left he has a helix piercing, and a left eyebrow piercing. He also has a scar just before his hairline because when he was around nine he cracked his head open, and that is ALSO on his left side of his face. (he intentionally puts everything on the left, tho the scar he definitely had no control over because he was a child and fell)

His hair is brown and has a little bit of a wave to it, and his skin tone is darker than Wars’s but lighter than Sky’s. His eyes are brown, he’s got big ol’ sad brown eyes

ALSO!! Wolfie in this au is a very sweet dog who lives on the ranch that Twi rescued :)

[nayialovecat]

The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 29. Meat

Day 29. Meat Crossover: The Addams Family Finally, Bendy has the family he fully deserves and fits into! Joey Drew is so dead at the moment... :] The Addams family are one of the most supportive and helping each other families in pop culture!

I love The Addams Family! I'm a really big fan and so far there hasn't been a series that would discourage me (yes, I watched the latest animations, yes, they are embarrassing in places and don't fully capture the spirit of Addams, but they are not so tragically bad that I would suffer while watching them ). The only thing I haven't seen at least partially yet is theatre performance about The Addams Family. But they've been playing it since November at the Syrena Theater in Warsaw, so maybe I'll go there soon :)

Everyone has or has had some unrealistic patterns or models in their lives that they have tried to equal on. Whether it was the figure or appearance of a model or actress, the perfect boyfriend you want to meet from a TV show, or amazing skills in reality show... I had such an ideal - a perfect marriage. And it was Gomez and Morticia Addams. For me, they are the model of a perfect couple who complement each other perfectly and love each other, and are also really charming separately. Few people remember it, because newer productions have lost it, but in older series Morticia devoted herself to the hobby of growing dangerous and beautiful plants, such as carnivorous plants, poison ivy - and roses (because of the thorns; but she always cut off the flowers). She was also a painter and an excellent fencer (the only one to defeat Gomez in this field). And at the same time a loving and supportive mother and wife. At the same time - an icon of sexuality, charm and grace - simply an ideal woman and for me - an unsurpassed role model. I love her character - and that's why her presentation in these two parts of the newest animation hurts me the most, where they turned her into an anorexic skeleton with a domineering, uncompromising character. What happened to my sensitive and supportive Morticia, who likes to be tortured from time to time? Eh...

I also like Wednesday, Lurch (by the way, until I saw the spelling of his name, I was sure his name was Large), Thing, Fester... well, there's actually no character I don't like. Seriously, I'm a huge fan. So when it turned out that I no longer had room for any Addams-related entry, I was a bit sad. And then I said: hell no! I can eliminate Adventure Time (which pissed me off with the ending of the main plot of the series), move Cult of the Lamb in its place, and in ITS place present Morticia in her natural environment! Of course, feeding raw meat to her beloved Cleopatra. Ta-da!

Style of drawing characters was based primarily on the cartoon from 1992 (Hanna-Barbera studio), but I tried to give them a bit of my own style. If I wasn't pressed for time, I would probably colour this art entirely in shades of gray - but I only have one day left and about 1.5 pictures to colour, so... I'm giving it to you as it is - and I think it's great anyway.

Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. The Addams Family (c) Charles Samuel Addams Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat

[stevenblueniverse]

Finally after you voted for it chapter 14 of the selkie au is here!

Warning!: NSFW

Chapter 14: love

"So....", blue said, looking at the very embarrassed yellow, "what are you doing here?", she repeated. "Oh nothing! Nothing", yellow said, moving away from the icons and to the door blue was standing in front of. "You sure?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, "I thought it would be something about bats", yellow's eyes widened and she took some steps back, trembling, "I-I said those things...out loud? And you, you heard them!?", she yelped, blue looked at her clulessly. "Huh? I was talking about this!", blue said, taking a wet piece of paper from her coat, it was a photo of two bats yellow had drew, blue had found them the day she left.

"I thought you'd be praying to get your art recognised you're very good", blue said, giving her the drawing, yellow took a deep breath and relaxed, she was terrfied she has said all that out loud and blue had heard every bit of it. "Thanks", yellow said, still a bit nervous, "it was just a little doodle of some flying foxes, I saw a lot of them back when i was traveling near Oceania", the drawing was of two flying foxes hanging upside down and kissing, just as yellow had mentioned in her prayer, one fox was drawn exclusively with yellow pens, the other only in blue.

Blue walked over to the holy icons, yellow watched her closely, wondering if blue even knew what they where. Blue stuck out her right hand and pointed to one icon, she laughed, "weird seeing him so far away from home!", yellow looked over and saw blue was pointing to an icon of Saint Patrick of Ireland. "Oh, you know him?", yellow asked, blue laughed some more, "I'm suprised you do!", she told her, pointing the icons again, and looking at the other ones to see who else she could recognise. "Eventhough I'm not from Ireland I know about him quite a lot, I had to do some weird study about him and saints from there for some project back in school, the priests loved it!", yellow reminisced, her mother was very proud of her then, the proudest she had ever been.

"Now, it's best we get out of here, the walls are very thin and people can probably hear us", yellow said, approaching blue and guiding her away from the icons, blue smirked, "you want me to take you off this ship? To escape?", she asked, yellow shook her head, "N-NO!", she loudly shut her down, "I thought you said be quiet", blue laughed, making yellow embarrassed, "Ugh, sorry", yellow huffed "let's just get away from here before people hear us".

Yellow blew out the single small candle lighting up the entire prayer room and slowly opened the door, it creaked loudly, her room wasn't far, and the ship was in complete darkness so no one would be able to spot them. Yellow took blue to her room and closed the door behind, her room was just a bed with a desk in the corner, yellow lay down and looked up to blue who was trying to make out the place but couldn't as it was so dark and had to be guided by yellow to the bed. "Do selkies come from Ireland? You sound Irish and since you where familar with Irish saints I think you are", yellow asked her, blue nodded, "I am but not all selkies, as long as they are seals, there is selkies, and they're everywhere!".

Blue sat on the bed and looked down to yellow, they both could barely fit on it, it was much smaller than the bed they shared at the small hotel. "I thought people all stayed in one room on ships like these", blue said, still trying to look around in the dark, "I'm one of the few people with a room of their own, most do share rooms, I used to share this with someone else but he got kicked off here a while back, I used to have a bunk bed with him but some idiot named eleazer stole it from me", she huffed, her old bunk bed was much better too, this single bed had no space at all. "If I still had that bed I couldve let you stay with me", yellow rolled over, facing the wall, blue looked at the bed and tried her best to analyse the remaining space, "why can't I just share this one with you?", she asked, trying to lay down, barely fitting, "see! I'm able to fit!"

Yellow turned around and looked at blue, she blushed heavily, "a-are you sure!?", she studdered, "there is absolutely no space now! You can't move without touching me!", blue hugged yellow, catching her off guard "that's fine by me", blue said, resting her head on yellows chest, definitely being able to feel how quick her heart was beating right now, "you're very soft yellow", she wrapped her arms around her, if felt like she was basically laying on top of yellow now, she couldn't move at all, she was starting to panic, she couldn't tell if this was the best of most awkward experience of her entire life.

The door next to the one leading to yellow's room opened and out stepped melchizedek, he yawned and stretched, then froze, he could hear talking coming from yellow's room, and it didn't sound like her. Her approached the room, the wooden floor squeaking as he moved, and put his ear to the door, someone was definitely in there with her, but he couldn't tell who. Before he could open the door, a voice asked him, "what are you doing up so early?", it was jasper, the only other woman on the ship.

Jasper was tall and very muscular, she was a well decorated army veteran and her body was covered in scars, her skin was originally very pale but from her years of exploring she was always very tan, she looked down to melchizedek who was half her height and very skinny, he was pale and sickly looking compared to her, she could probably crush him with her bare hands. "I heard someone talking to yellow in her room", he squeaked, jasper raised an eyebrow, "and how does that concern you?", she asked, making him take some steps back from the room. "B-because we don't know who that is! It could be anyone!", he told her, "still, it doesn't involve you so why do you care", her voice became more menacing and melchizedek finally gave up. "....I guess you're right", he admitted, "good, you finally grew a brain, now get back to bed, no one cares enough to hunt you down anymore", she told him, before walking away and leaving him awkwardly standing outside his room.

Melchizedek was the son of a Italian diplomat and a high ranking member of the Thai Royal Court, as soon as he was born the Thai king himself exiled his mother and threatened his diplomat father. Throughout his childhood he was told the Thai army was after him and wanted him dead, it was one of the reasons he stayed in the sea, barely touching land. He had become very paranoid over the years and suspected spies where all around him, even kicking off suspected spies off the ship or trying to Kill them. To him, hearing blue's voice meant yellow had been speaking with a spy out to kill him and he needed to act fast before it was too late.

"Yellow?", blue asked, looking up to her, "y-yeah?", she awkwardly replied, "are you okay? You seem very nervous", she sat up and looked at her very flustered face, the moon was shining in through the small window, finally giving the room some light. "It's just I...", yellow looked away from her, she knew it was Impossible to hide it from her anymore, if she kept lying to herself it would be torture, "i- I need to tell you something", she started studdering, struggling to get the proper words out that she needed to say, instead dragging it out and making it even more torturous. Blue leaned in closer, making it worse, "what is it? You can tell me anything", she smiled, her soft voice was like heaven to yellow's ears and slightly calming her, "I...I am...", yellow took a deep breath, "I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU BLUE!", she finally spat it out, blue didnt seem to react much, she just stared.

"Oh..." was all blue said, she didn't move, she stayed right next to yellow, holding her even tighter. "Do you want to escape from this place?", blue asked her, lowering her face, nearly touching yellow's, "it seems like an awful place here", she whispered, before lightly kissing yellow on the lips. "No I can't leave here", yellow said, trying to process what was happening and praying she wasn't dreaming, "where would I go?", she looked over to blue who was taking off her coat, unsurprisingly she was wearing nothing underneath. "I can take you somewhere no would be able to find you", blue told her, neatly folding the coat and putting it on the ground next to the bed, she crawled on top of yellow, yellow still wasn't really prepared for this and started breathing very heavily and squirming.

"Would you take me to some selkie place underwater? I'd drown!", yellow laughed, trying to keep her composure as blue unbuttoned her shirt, "we'll see", blue told her, taking of yellows shirt and looking down at her body, she was very muscular compared to blue and had much smaller breasts but what caught blue's attention the most was the large scar in the middle of her chest. "What's this?", blue asked, running her finger over the scar, "i-its nothing", yellow studdered, feeling shivers run down her body as blue touched it, blue looked back at her, "you sure?", she asked, before continuing and grabbing yellow's shoulders and kissing her, this time a much longer and passionate one than last time.

"Hey melkie! You forgot your boots!", a man named eleazer yelled from outside the room next to yellow. He stepped outside and looked for melchizedek, his roommate. "where could that idiot be now!", he thought to himself, "Hey! Melchizedek! I know you don't like my nickname but where are ya?", he called one more time, walking past yellows room and to the stairs, when he walked past her room her could hear something, he listened in and giggled, "melchizedek can't be in there right?", he joked, "with that weirdo? No one would want to go near her!", he laughed to himself, probably looking quite insane.

Eleazer went to the top of the ship, it was still night but the sun would be rising soon, there was melchizedek he was talking to another man named methuselah, he was much older than the two and had been on the ship for much longer than them, the three of them had become very close. "Jasper is just like that with everyone, I don't think she was targeting you", methuselah told the very paranoid melchizedek, "shes not like that with that diamond girl! I suspect she's paying her, yellow diamond is the daughter of that designer white diamond!", melchizedek told him. "Hey you two!", eleazer ran to them, giggling, "you're awake?", Melchizedek asked, "I heard your snoring not too long ago!".

"That doesn't matter! Guess what I heard!", eleazer laughed, "what?", methuselah asked, looking behind him to make sure it wasn't involving jasper and she wasn't about to kill them all. "I heard yellow diamond...", he laughed, melchizedek's eyes widened, he was right, she was doing something ,"....GETTING FUCKED!", he laughed, methuselah refused to believe this, "no way, she thinks she's better than us all! Shed never do that with one of us", eleazer laughed some more, "come with me! You'll be able to hear it all!", he lead them to just outside her room and they listened in all night.

[alchamy34]

Bendy and Audrey are one of the best sibling fluff

Yeah, this is the most popular fact about Bendy and the Dark Revival. It is impossible to deny this. They were made in the exact same machine, and they weren't employees of the studio that Joey turned into Ink people.

Bendy and Audrey are two sides of the same coin. Bendy was the mistake, Audrey was the perfect creation.

I don't think Bendy is truly evil, I'd be like him if my creators saw me as a mistake or a monster and locked me up. Ngl, I can understand why GENT was satisfied to see the ink demon feeling pain after they successfully shrunk him into a harmless cartoonish form. But Bendy wasn't the real bad guy. The real villain was the man who started this nightmare Henry was trapped in: Joey Drew.

So when Bendy killed him, I kinda saw it as karma. Though I didn't hate him 100%. Audrey was the only good thing that came out of his...intentions for the studio.

Bendy in the first game was an iconic horror-themed character, but I wish we had content like a modernized version of the Bendy cartoons. Had potential and Audrey could fit the franchise in her ink form.

I can imagine a scenario where people would assume Bendy (harmless form) is the younger sibling but be shocked to know that assumption is false. Audrey would be such a good influence on the devil darling. It would be wholesome family fluff, hilarious antics and hurt/comfort.

Yes, I am aware of the number of fanfics about them being in a brother-sister relationship. And I am glad that so many people have that opinion. Great, now I want to work on an Audrey and Bendy fanfic. There's too much potential and I need to find more fanfics with the siblings' headcanons.

[teabiscs]

Second Sapphic Sunday: Julia/Mao

Anyone realize how the most popular wlw ships have a color theme of pink/orange???? JUST LIKE THE LESBIAN FLAG? iconic.

I have seen one (1) screenshot of the two together. I knew i wanted to draw Mao. (Also i drew her first and she looked so nice I wasn't gonna scrap it and do another Julia/Mathilda)

Initially it was Mao/Emily but it did. not. fit. (my hc for emily in this ship would not work for the pose) No matter how many times i sketched out the hair it looked like garbage. For some reason the Settei sheet for GREv does not have a side view of her hair and my brain nearly short circuited trying to figure it out. Then she didn't look right without glasses. (which then threw Ayaka out completely as well.) And then Mathilda, obviously, wouldn't work. So we are at Julia/Mao.

Probably going to do Mao/Mathilda or Emily/Julia next. And then finish the year off with Mao/Ayaka. (i could be completely unhinged and do Queen/Julia or Mariam/Salima. we shall see)

[psalacanthea]

WiP Whenever

it's not wednesday! whatever. it's just been a hot minute since I've posted any of my writing (vacation brain) so please have this snippet from the mostly finished durge x abdirak one-shot(?)

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There were no signs of an altar, no icons or offerings but the blood.

The blood stained the wall, the floor, it painted the alcove scarlet and unwholesome rust; an arched grotto that no doubt once held a statue.

Yes; she would place herself there, become the sacrifice and object of worship both.  It seemed fitting.  When your domain was pain, the very body became holy as it suffered.  Nudity only seemed natural in these circumstances, like the most beautiful of statues.  Her trousers and underthings joined the rest of her clothing, leaving her bare and cold like a monolith.  No.  Not like a monolith.

A block of marble waiting to be shaped.

Silver sparked at the edge of her vision; she turned her head to watch Abdirak lift a knife.

It was too thick to her eyes, too clumsy, and from the wrinkle of his lips and the lidding of his pale eyes, he felt the same.  Two more knives, a box of silver hooks, and a metal-barbed whip were likewise discarded.  He never even gave the heavier implements a glance.  But she was thinking of the beautiful twisting lines of pierced skin on his own arm, visible still as dark red streaks on his skin.  

Something finally drew her attention from admiring them.

The blade in his hand now was thin and vicious, a beautiful stiletto with a curved, jagged bone handle.  Glinting in the light as he turned it, the knife’s razor edge rousing a pleased, but wary sensation within her.  Tremulous, fragile emotion.  Not generally what she felt when pain was on the offering– no bloodlust, no battle.  No madness or malice.

“This is the one you want,” he said, a statement and not a question.  Abdirak never looked at her, but she saw the faintest edge of a subtle smile.  “I can hear your breaths, dear child."

[gracie-bird]

WHAT IF...?

A rare and important Edith Head sketch (circa 1955) for an unrealized wedding dress intended for Princess Grace of Monaco. Given her close friendship and many collaborations with Hollywood star Grace Kelly, Edith Head had assumed that she would be the one to design the wedding dress for the actress' April 1956 marriage to Prince Rainier of Monaco, an event dubbed "the wedding of the century." However, Head was on contract at Paramount and Kelly was at MGM, so Kelly instead chose the costume designer at her home studio, Helen Rose. That dress, broadcast to over 30 million viewers by MGM in exchange for ending the star's contract, became one of the most iconic dresses of the twentieth century. It was a dress fit for both a princess and a movie star—timeless yet modern, modest yet feminine. Interestingly, Edith Head's design, offered here, and the Helen Rose dress, now at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, are remarkably similar in many of their major design elements. They both consist of a lace bodice that is transparent around the shoulders and arms, a long pleated skirt, a pleated skirt support and a long veil. The high-necked collars on both designs are also nearly identical. The only major difference between the two designs is that Head's has an above-the-elbow sleeve rather than a long sleeve. Edith drew a large "X" through this design when she was not chosen for the project, perhaps a bit frustrated by the outcome. She did get some consolation, however, in that she designed Kelly's morning suit for the day after the wedding, which the newly-crowned Princess wore as she embarked on the royal yacht for her honeymoon.

I prefer Helen Rose's design.

[quills-oc-blog]

FINALLY finished the combat form redesigns of roswell, prada, and roxanne! info down below!!! ↓

THE FIREBIRD — Roswell Mirrano

roswell is a phoenix, and his undead form reflects the flow of the fire in the fabrics of his clothing. i wanted darker colors for the clothing because the wings(and somewhat the hair) really are the star of the show here. his design is based heavily in themes of east asian mythology, and as an added detail(that i'm mentioning here so nobody yells at me), i made his kimono-like collar crossed right-over-left instead of vice versa, since. y'know. he is dead.

the most fun part of roswell as the firebird to me is that the firebird's instincts directly conflict with the type of character roswell is established to be. while roswell prides himself on being gentle, kindhearted, and patient, the firebird is a mindless, violent vessel of bloodlust. in order to be any sense of effective in combat, he needs someone that he loves and trusts to direct him, since it's difficult to think in that form. perhaps it's what makes him and prada such a good team.

roswell keeps his weapon in this form quite basic, as most combat prowess lies in his sharp claws and talons, and the fire that encapsulates his wings. however, he does also occasionally use a staff often seen in the japanese combat sport of kendo.

THE LICH QUEEN — Prada Emery

prada has been undead the longest of the three, and possesses great control over her abilities. she's the only character to be capable of using some of her abilities while disguised(while the other two have to enter their undead forms to use their abilities).

liches are beings that thrive around rules. the most common practice for a lich to gain power and strength is by collecting souls via contracts. a contract signed in lich blood is physically binding, in that it renders both parties physically incapable of breaking the terms themselves. as such, many liches quickly become well-versed in the design of loopholes to better retain the souls they collect- if a contract is broken(which it can only be by external means), the recipient has their soul returned to them, and the lich loses the power they have gained from said soul.

prada, having gained her contracts through the record label she owns, possesses great power and hundreds of souls, leading her weapon- a scythe with a handle of bone- to become quite large indeed.

her design, particularly the corset of bone, takes inspiration from common depictions of liches in media- a decrepit skeletal monstrosity desperately clinging to life. the shackles are a callback to a previous iteration of her weapon, which were two giant magic chains she would dual wield as whips.

THE SENTINEL — Roxanne Mirrano

surprisingly enough, roxanne was the first character i drew for this. granted that the previous iteration of ice sprite roxanne was just 'roxanne but physically made of ice', i felt she desperately needed something more interesting going on- and this is what i ended up with!

i wanted to go for a more military-like vibe, playing into the uniform rigidity of ice as an idea throughout the design. roxanne, despite being undead the least amount of time, is incredibly strong. she could very well be using underhanded tactics to gain power(and who would put it past her?), but it may also simply be her own convictions.

i did worry about whether making her hair longer would take away from her design- one of roxanne's most iconic traits is her signature short hair, but in the end i'm really glad i took the risk. it really does feel like a leveled up version of roxanne, doesn't it? her weapon took a bit to settle on, she was originally just a magic user, but with the militant look came the idea of a lance- giving her the sense of a medieval knight, just for all the wrong reasons. in my opinion, it fits her very well.

[the-river-carrion]

The World of Hemaia

Welcome to Hemaia, the land of dyads.

I figured, what better way to start worldbuilding than to introduce the world in which I'm building! Briefly, about the map, I drew it in a tiny notebook at work so it's not the full world; primarily there's the rest of the main continent and the odd, small island missing, and the dotted lines indicating ocean borders are a work in progress, but this is my base.

So, Hemaia is made up of two primary land masses/land collections. You have Therrera, the biggest landmass, inspired by supercontinents like Pangea and Rodinia, and The Kosmene Isles, a collection of islands where the story of the Seafarers trilogy takes place. It has two moons, two primary Gods, and pairs and dyads are this land's bread and butter.

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Therrera ↴

Talking about this first because it's not the focus of Seafarers and is inherently less developed, most of its details right now come from wanting it to feel real, especially in relation to TKI.

Anyway, literally named 'the land of beasts', Therrera is the birthplace of the mountains and the thirchainum. It spans across the better part of Hemaia and is split into dozens of regions with a deeply diverse array of people but rigid and unyielding Kingdom lines.

While those at the coast often worship both Gods, the closer you travel to the centre of the land, the more faith skews towards the sky god Caelumann. Every set of mountains has a shrine and/or monastery as they're considered deeply holy places, and those who wish to climb the mountains must receive a blessing first.

It's very common for the lower class in more landlocked areas to have never seen the ocean before, some outright even considering it a myth or not knowing it exists at all.

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The Kosmene Isles ↴

The woman of the hour. The icon herself. The girl I could talk about for hours. Our setting for the Seafarers Trilogy.

The Kosmene Isles was named as such for the way the moons reflect on the ocean, appearing as though made of crystal; it's made up of six primary islands with a handful of small pieces of land dotted amongst them (usually inhabited by smaller trade villages but a few providing a home for the less accepted folk). While the populace of the Isles come from many different backgrounds and mingle quite easily, the overarching culture of this region is affected by The Murex Crown, who reside on the smallest island in the archipelago but whose influence has morphed into an empire.

While the Kosmenians live on the land, they share their oceans with the merfolk, Cayotia's children, creatures of the water who are said to eat the hearts of those that slip beneath their waves. While a handful of thirchainum species have been brought over to the Isles by Therreran traders, the main source of magic in this region is the merfolk; humans are not born with magic unless there is some ocean in their bloodline.

The Kosmene Isles fear magic. They fear the sea and her people, and they hunt them under the guise of protection. They can hide in plain sight, growing legs, teaching themselves to speak, and choosing names any normal person might use; a hint of magic, a slip in their step, or not quite fitting the binary, and a pyre is where they'll find themselves.

King Nicolas is the only human capable of using magic unscathed.

The Murex Crown, while building their empire, have perpetuated this need to hunt and kill, and never has a greater divide been created. Hunters are employed by the royals, paid a handsome sum for tails or heads they must get before these creatures die, and use ships made of trees only born underwater that have long been driven to extinction.

Where there are Hunters, there are always Pirates; outcasts, rebels, and self-proclaimed free-thinkers. They cause trouble where they can, disrupting trade routes or hunts, and some say every pirate ship must come with a mermaid, a blessing from Cayotia herself. Pirate ships are not made of long-lost, unsinkable trees, they are made up of every place a crew has been, and the lives they've left behind; the bottom of the ocean is lined with ships like theirs because Pirates do not fear what lives in the sea quite as much as Hunters do.

Cayotia, the Goddess of the sea, is as worshipped as she is feared. The myths say she gave the Kosmenians their land, and they thank her for that; they thank her for water, coastal air, and all the beauty the sea has to offer. But she is still the mother of the creatures they fear, and they do not think themselves loved enough to pray for them to disappear into foam.

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Miscellaneous ↴

I've mentioned Gods and faith briefly here, but there is a much longer rant I could go on regarding the High vs Low faith in Hemaia because there is very much a difference. Cayotia and Calumann are deities whose existence is reliant on a person's belief, their myths are bizarre and contradicting, they differ based on culture and location, and I enjoy them a lot, but they are beings a lot less tangible than some other god-like entities we actually meet.

Thirchainum is my world-specific word for dinosaurs lmao. Much like the merfolk (who they may or may not be connected to depending on what you believe), they are creatures of magic; each species has its own name determined primarily by either appearance or magic type, and they have different values to people depending on which culture you find yourself in as some locations view them as dangerous beasts while others integrate them into working life.

I plan to go on slightly extensive talks regarding my magic systems, and different elements of the merfolk in the future, but if you do have any burning questions about anything, feel free to ask them!

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Taglist ↴

@outpost51, @writernopal

Requests to be added are welcome in the tags, replies or inbox ♡

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Evening, Evening!!

Just passing by to drop a sketch I did this afternoon, while I was squeezing my brain in an intense Brainstorming Session for Luscinia. and Ardyn (these two have taken complete hold of my brain. Like. SERIOUSLY. I need to move my ass and write their whole thing, because I am in serious lack of material for myself to read fml).

I mentioned yesterday the whole Masquerade theme (my beloved) and as always, if you know me, I couldn't help and pass the chance to doodle Luscinia in a new dress! So here you have a very doodly doodle of her (I was too tired to do a full-on cleaned-up version, so a doodle will have to do).

I have to be honest, I always love working on my ocs' garments and coming up with their vibes, something that would make them immediately recognizable (which was the main reason why, for the longest time, I drew Dorothea with her iconic golden-white-burgundy palette. it wasn't me not wanting to explore with other colours, but mostly me solidifying her character first and then expanding around), and with Luscinia wouldn't be any different.

I have a precise idea in mind of how she would appear, and her clothing reflect that: elegant yet cheeky, clean lines in the silhouette but details in the fabric and some such, so, while roaming around with ideas and music to help me on the side, I decided to go down the "Roaring 20s" Inspirational Road for her. It was the one that made the most sense to me in correlation to her character and personality (and also blame the songs I was listening to, they truly guided me there lolol).

Even the colours I use for her main garments, that deep low saturated blue, has a precise meaning: Luscinia belongs to the Lucian Royal Line through her father King Regis, yet she doesn't truly fits completely because she was a bastard born out of wedlock (I need to upload her bio soon enough lol). For this reason, she DOES adhere to protocol and wears dark colours, as it is costume in Lucis, but she avoids the pure black that Noct and Regis wear because she feels it doesn't truly belong to her.

So, there you have it! :D

Now, I have to go back to artwork some more fluff and smluff for Ardyn and Luscinia. The brainrot is truly taking over my ability to obsess over anything else, but honestly? I am so happy. I am truly happy again. <3

Hope you will like this! <3

--Nemo

[anti-psycomics]

The BACKLOGS

Alright I'm saying fuck it and posting all my older shit that I never posted here. They will be ordered from oldest to newest and they will all be worse than my more recent stuff. Anyway, let me give you the tour

This first section is titled "shitty meme drawings from 3 years ago" because I started drawing digitally mostly just to make dumb images for my friends

And then in early 2021 I switched to using a better brush, I used this image to test it out

The second section is titled "still shitty memes but they're from less long ago and also I started using a brush that better fits my style"

few more shitposts around this time. One bad, Two good

For the 2021 holiday season I made myself a halloween and christmas icon. I honestly still like them although they could've been done a bit better

In early 2022 I made this and somehow did it worse than the first drawing I ever did on digital, I think the brush just didnt vibe with the meme as much and also I was lazy idk. Benthic bloom funny tho

And then I did a couple smaller drawings

@gayvian my best worst shitpost

Alright We're getting into the more recent stuff now. Late 2022 and early 2023

Some drawings I did of a dnd character I have who is not currently in a campaign but im gonna bring her back as soon as I can because I love her

And perhaps my finest work in the field of shitposting. I love getting my equipment drone addicted to drugs

The Newest album by the forgor

And most recent, this thing I actually drew after starting this tumblr but I never shared it until now because I felt it wasnt as good as some of my other things

And of course I also have a lot of never finished projects, more personal things I didn't want to post here, and lots. And I mean LOTS of pencil on paper drawings in my notebook (and also maybe a few on old school assignments)

goodnight I stayed up way too late to make this post I shouldve gone to bed 2 hours ago aughgf

[rathologic]

happy mechnikov day cunts let's get it on here's the stress dream I had about bachelor route prototype gameplay an hour ago. first off, it had ipad game controls for some godforsaken reason & you started as the bachelor in some area like the start of a purplish-red ravine. the game UI assets were very clearly ripped from pokemon (as in, great and ultra balls were used as icons for selectables like the plaguefinder) in this area. you would follow this ravine downwards into a dark area where the path would tee; the left path led into a room with a screen playing some silent film on the wall ahead of you, but most of the room was dominated by rows of oldish (~1990s) computer monitors, where each row displayed "I KEEP HEARING THAT VOICE IN MY DREAMS" in green serif text on a red background, intensity flickering. exiting this room and going down the right path hit a loading screen that displayed the text "Exiting crisis...", implying this was all just a vignette introducing the game, and not part of the Town or anything

you then loaded into a first person no UI level where the player character was victor kain (????). the area was the interior of a house, presumably victor's house, I don't recall what was on the first floor but as you went up an open staircase with handrail on the left side of the room (all very dark wood, like the walls of the house which did at least have paintings on them) the player would encounter a young woman, who looked like maria and wore maria's p1 alpha black dress but was blond & her hair kind of glowed, who couldn't be interacted with. at the TOP of this staircase were two more identical versions of this woman, also a landing with two doors. the right door couldn't be opened fully because behind it was the back of the head of some bald man who was about 25% larger-than-life. the left door went into a tiny interstitial room with a TV and couch barely fitting into it. the door beyond that room was a bedroom, equally small and with two p1 factory workers sitting on the bed right next to the door entryway in it, and I clearly remember the player character smiling widely and my assumption being that Victor was about to have gay sex with these guys, but then someone drew him out of it b/c the player had other things to do i.e. me waking up.

ALSO this entire "prototype" came thru some guy's google drive presumably the guy worked for dream IPL, it was in a supposedly broken state and had been receiving patches for about 5 days (specifically since may 10th when the dream mentioned that the ARG had been solved completely by people on a website that doesn't exist. this was described as "Voronika has been saved! check the recent tags on (some other selfie posting website??)", despite voronika not appearing in the current ARG whatsoever). because it was such an early prototype the game would not run unless you had a file named "scorpion.png" (and another image file with a long name) in the same directory as it. and one of the real ARG clues had been distributed exclusively on 1 cassette tape.

hoping that at least a bit of this comes true 👍🚬

[farshootingstar]

Alright, so I mentioned in my rambles lately that this other game idea and OC (named Rain, for now) have kind of infected my brain, right?

Well, I did end up slapping together a playlist for him. No cover image for it, so far, since I'm planning to finish the PPB ones at the moment, but still. It felt like it would be good to put something together.

I can't say I'm 100% mapping out his character or anything like that, but I'll talk about some of his musical preferences and a few other things underneath the cut. I might add in more songs later on, maybe, but he has more than enough to make a decent little time-waster.

So, first off, what are some of Rain's musical preferences? Some favorite types of instrumentation for him are chiptunes, lo-fi, and/or interesting guitar work (he especially likes a fun bassline). He also likes the occasional classic goth song; he wouldn't call himself goth since he knows he has a basic bitch enjoyment of the genre (same hat).

His name, whether it's temporary or not, also has a song chosen to reference it. See, when the idea for him started solidifying more, it was on a rainy day and I was deciding on a nail polish color for later. I ended up choosing a rain-themed color called Pour Your Misery Down, named after a line from the song Only Happy When It Rains by Garbage. I like that song, so there we go. :p

I think one of the songs that probably sticks out the most, despite having a bassline that slaps, is Forget Me Nots by Patrice Rushen. I put that one in because forget-me-nots are Rain's favorite flowers. Is that important? Not at this point. He mostly likes them because he loves the color blue the most. Guess his name fits because he adores a sky blue shade. Honestly, the song Superfresh might sound a bit more out of place, but it has some great energy to it and you guys already know I have a Jamiroquai bias that I lovingly inflict on character playlists sometimes.

There are actually a few songs I chose solely for the titles, since I wanted references to the embarrassing nicknames he can potentially give to the player (I have an idea for an extremely arbitrary system for deciding which it will be, which would also go for Oberon's potential 2nd game, albeit with different nicknames). The nicknames Rain would give are between Hot Stuff, Baby, Darlin', or Sugar, so the 4 songs are clustered together for that.

I'd say the two songs I find the most interesting in the list are Duvet by bôa and Acting by Sweet Trip. Some of you slightly older anime fans may recognize Duvet as the song that was licensed and somewhat edited to be the theme song for Serial Experiments Lain. That show was so iconic and something made me want to put it in for Rain's playlist (I guess his name is similar to Lain's, but I think more of what drew me was both the sound of the song and that the show was just a very interesting perspective on the relatively young but growing internet culture of the time). The song Acting feels like it has Rain vibes and, considering people only have my word to go off for that, it probably doesn't mean all that much for the time being. It's a pessimistic song about regrets, but I still feel some degree of hope. I don't know how to explain it or if this sort of thing will interest anyone until the character materializes proper.

Last little fun fact is that, at a mere 31 seconds long, inversion by Ichika Nito is the shortest song in any of the playlists at this point. Her guitar work is gorgeous, so I had to put in some music from her.

Honestly, I thought I would make a more solid list for Oberon first, but I don't really feel as comfortable choosing genres for him, since he lives in a cyberpunk future setting. Rain feels like someone I can feel more comfortable assigning some degree of musical tastes to.