#i feel nice about having finished at least one thing which is that second drawing

[dollishmehrayan]

# CHRISTMAS TREE DECORATING AND CHAOS ── .✦ ( decorating trees with batboys ‘separated’! ⋆౨ৎ )

a/n: I literally feel so happy genuinely now, I guess my mental health is getting better && anyways i have 64 requests to get to… i truly need to speed run through these but some I can’t do sadly 😭 so sorryy ᥫ᭡, tags: (batboys x fem!reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

The king of enthusiasm: As soon as you suggest decorating the tree together, he’s all in.

“We’re going for the most extra tree Gotham has ever seen!” He wants it tall enough to touch the ceiling and glittery enough to blind someone.

He’s the guy who insists on climbing to the very top to put on the star, even though he wobbles dangerously on the ladder.

Sings Christmas songs (terribly off-key he’s also like tone deaf and beat deaf it’s a curse to hear him sing something at karaoke) while you decorate, complete with dramatic twirls and spins around the tree.

Accidentally tangles himself in the lights at least twice. “I’m fine, I’m fine! I was just… testing the durability!”

Insists on taking a million photos of you with the finished tree, calling you his “Christmas angel.”

When it’s all done, he dims the lights, wraps an arm around you, and whispers, “This might be my favorite Christmas ever.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

He pretends to be indifferent. “Decorating a tree? Sounds boring.” But the second you start, he’s invested.

He’s surprisingly good at untangling lights and getting them perfectly spaced on the tree. “What? I’ve got steady hands.”

Jason leans into more minimalistic decor deep reds, dark greens, and gold accents but he lets you take the lead. “You want glittery ornaments? Fine. But I draw the line at tinsel.” (he’s like those sad beige moms but with like dark traditional Christmas colors…)

Complains about how prickly the tree is the entire time but still helps you string popcorn garlands because he knows it makes you happy.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

He’s excited about decorating but is terrible at it. Tim tries, but he’s way better at figuring out the tech side of things (like synchronized tree lights) than actually hanging ornaments.

Spends 20 minutes untangling lights and another 20 trying to figure out why one strand isn’t working. “It’s science! There’s a method to this madness.”

He’s the type to sneak a caffeine break halfway through while you keep decorating. “What? I need fuel to focus!”

Insists on hanging some nerdy ornaments—little Batman logos, Star Wars-themed ones, or even a tiny Robin figurine.

When you get frustrated with his lack of artistic flair, he pulls you close and says, “Hey, at least I’m good company, right?”

After it’s all done, he insists on dimming the lights and turning on the synchronized tree music. “Look at that. A masterpiece.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Initially acts like it’s beneath him. “Why would I waste time decorating a tree?” But he ends up being surprisingly good at it.

Damian has an eye for symmetry, so every ornament has to be perfectly spaced. “No, that one is too close to the red one. Move it.”

If you mention that decorating the tree is a nostalgic tradition for you, he softens immediately. “Fine. But this had better be worth it.”

He refuses to wear a Christmas sweater, but you catch him smiling when you put on a ridiculous reindeer headband.

Titus gets involved, carrying around ornaments and wagging his tail, which Damian pretends to be annoyed by but secretly loves.

When the tree is finished, he stands back with his arms crossed, pretending not to care. But when you beam at him, he quietly says, “It looks… nice. I suppose this wasn’t a complete waste of time.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

(He buys like 40 ft Christmas trees for the main ball in the manor and like that’s almost impossible to decorate without professionals)

The ultimate perfectionist. He has a very clear vision for the tree, but he tries to let you take the lead. “It’s your tradition. I’ll follow your lead… mostly.”

Insists on using the tallest tree that will fit in Wayne Manor and hires a team to bring it in.

He’s all about elegant, classic decorations white lights, glass ornaments, and a tasteful tree topper. But if you want colorful lights or quirky ornaments, he’ll indulge you.

Offers to lift you up to reach the highest branches instead of letting you use a ladder. “I don’t need you breaking your neck before the gala.”

Alfred brings hot cocoa and cookies halfway through, smiling at how relaxed Bruce looks around you.

When the tree is done, he turns to you and says, “It’s perfect. Just like this moment.” Then he pulls you into a rare, heartfelt kiss under the twinkling lights.

[bradshawsbaby]

scenes from the kitchen sink

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: A little moment inspired by that hair washing scene from Water Rises. That movie may have stressed me out, but at least it gave us plenty of domestic Lew content!

Warnings: Domestic fluff and the tiniest of innuendos (if you squint).

Smiling, the hem of your sundress brushing against your calves in the late afternoon breeze, you step out onto the back porch in your bare feet, crossing your arms over your chest and resting your head against the door jamb to better admire him.

He’s stripped down to his boxers—that’s the nice thing about it being just you and him for miles on end—and standing under the steady stream of the garden hose he’s holding above his head, blue eyes shut tightly as he allows the icy gush to wash away the dirt and grime of the day. You worry for half a second when you realize he isn’t wearing his glasses—Did he leave them somewhere?—but your shoulders instantly relax when you catch sight of them in your periphery, the sun glinting off them as they lay resting on the ledge of the window box overflowing with the weeds he hasn’t yet gotten the chance to pull.

It’s silly of you to fret about it, you think with an amused curve of your lips. Bob never goes anywhere without his glasses.

His eyes still closed and his back to you, you continue to gaze upon him, struck not for the first time by just how beautiful he is. Water droplets cling to the broad expanse of his freckled back, winking at you as they catch the sunlight. His muscles ripple with every movement, and your stomach clenches as you recall how they’d felt stretched taut beneath your fingertips that morning.

He looks so right here, so at home standing half naked on the grass outside the little two and a half room cabin the two of you have turned into your own personal love nest these past few days. You know he’s glad that he volunteered to come here, to straighten things up at his grandpa’s old fishing cabin that hasn’t been touched in over five years.

The place has no WiFi, no air conditioning, and no hot water. The floorboards creak something awful, the windows rattle at night, and you’re fairly certain there’s a family of mice taking up residence in the walls. Still, even you have to admit that the place has its charms. Charms that are easier to see since you know you’ll be leaving at the end of the week, once you and Bob finish setting a few things to rights around here.

“Thank you for coming here with me,” he whispers to you every night before you fall asleep.

But there’s no place else you’d rather be. You belong wherever he is.

Even if that means showering with a rusty old garden hose. 

Which, considering the veritable deathtrap the shower in the cabin is, it does.

Your chest tightens as you watch Bob wash the day’s hard-earned sweat away, your heart filled nearly to bursting with love for him as he bounces on the balls of his feet, gritting his teeth and bearing it as the cold water trickles down his back and snakes a path along his legs, pooling in the dirt at his feet. As soon as he’s able, he’s running to twist the spigot off, winding the hose up in a neat pile before reaching for his glasses.

When he turns his head and catches sight of you standing at the back door, watching him, his face lights up in a way that sets your pulse racing.

No one’s ever looked at you like that except for Bob Floyd.

“C’mere,” you tell him softly, crooking your finger at him to draw him closer.

“I’m all wet,” he murmurs ruefully, stopping short a foot or so away from you.

“I don’t care,” you grin, holding out your arms, which he gladly steps into. You can feel the warmth emanating from his body even as the chilly water droplets seep through the thin cotton of your sundress.

With him still standing in the grass and you at a slightly elevated position in the doorway, you’re able to look down at his wet locks, glistening in the waning afternoon light. You run your fingers through his hair gently, feeling the way it knots even as you try to smooth it down.

Bob makes a valiant effort to hide his wince, but you spot it all the same.

“I know just the thing you need,” you whisper to him, dropping a kiss on his forehead before reaching for his hand and tugging him inside the cabin.

“Where’re you going?” he asks with a laugh as he stands shivering in the small kitchen, his eyebrows rising above the rims of his glasses as you move hurriedly out of the room.

“To get you a towel!” you call back, already in the bedroom and digging through your bags.

When you return a moment later, however, it’s with more than a towel in hand.

Bob watches with a quizzical expression on his handsome face as you set down your shampoo and conditioner bottles next to the kitchen sink on your way to come wrap a warm towel around his shoulders.

“You want to wash off, too, honey?” he asks sweetly, looking down at you as you towel him off. “I can hold the hose up for you.”

“No,” you reply with a smile, shaking your head and meeting his blue eyes. “Not right now.”

“Then what’s that for?” he questions, gesturing towards the bottles of coconut-scented shampoo and conditioner.

“For me to wash your hair, silly,” you tease, booping his nose before dropping the towel to the floor and reaching for a chair from the rickety kitchen table. Before he can so much as open his mouth to reply, you already have it propped against the sink, the back perfectly level with the edge. Bending down, you scoop up the towel you’d been using before and drape it over the back of the chair.

Bob just stares at you in surprise, rubbing the back of his neck as the tips of his ears turn pink. “Aw, sweetheart, you don’t have to—”

“I know,” you cut him off, your eyes twinkling. “I want to. Now sit,” you command, resting your hands on his bare shoulders and gently pushing him down into the seat.

“But you don’t have to use your shampoo,” he protests as he lowers down into the chair. “Isn’t it expensive? My shampoo should be in my—”

“Robert Floyd, I love you, but that 3-in-1 shampoo you travel with is a crime against humanity,” you laugh, making a face to underscore your point. “Probably explains all these knots,” you add, lightly tugging on his sandy brown hair.

“Fair enough.” he mumbles sheepishly in response.

Giggling softly, you bend down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Just relax and enjoy, honey. Let me take care of you.”

Before you can reach to turn the faucet on, Bob snags your wrist and uses the momentum to pull you back down to him, his lips skimming yours as a smile stretches across his face.

“Okay,” he murmurs, pecking the corner of your mouth before you can straighten back up. “Thank you.”

Even after all this time, he still manages to throw you off-kilter in the very best of ways. Your cheeks feel warm and your heart is singing when you pull back and reach for the faucet a second time, managing to turn the water on this time.

It’s just as cold as the water from the hose, but your hands are warm and gentle as they tip his head backwards, thoroughly rinsing his hair and running your fingers through it once again.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the world’s softest hair?” you query, admiring his glistening locks as they catch the light filtering in through the small window above the sink, the one you had spent about an hour scrubbing the day before.

“Hmm,” he hums softly, his eyes closed and his long fingers laced together across his chest as he loses himself in the feel of your delicate hands in his hair. “Well, you certainly have. On more than one occasion,” he teases, cracking one eye open and gazing up at you.

You grin in response, ducking your head to peck his oh-s0-kissable lips. “At least I’m consistent,” you joke in return, nudging his nose with your own before straightening and reaching for your bottle of coconut milk shampoo.

“That you are,” Bob smiles, bunching up the fabric of your sundress as he raises his hands to grab hold of your waist.

“Don’t distract me,” you giggle, shaking the bottle and squeezing a quarter-sized dollop of shampoo into your palm.

He lets out a soft groan as soon as you run both your hands through his hair, the tropical scent of coconuts filling the distinctly midwestern air. “Feels nice,” he confesses, dropping his hands back down to his chest as he stretches his long legs out in front of him and relaxes further into your touch.

“Good,” you murmur softly, a small furrow appearing between your brows as you concentrate on lathering the shampoo through his honey brown locks. You’d once told him, in a loopy state of exhaustion, that the color of his hair reminded you of Teddy Grahams. To this day, he still finds it hilarious and buys you boxes of the little teddy-shaped crackers whenever you go grocery shopping.

Bob sighs softly as you scratch your fingernails against his scalp, his slightly sunburned chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that matches the beat of your heart. You can see, as well as feel, the tension oozing out of his body, the stress from a long several days of labor being washed away with the coconut suds. Your hands still for a moment as you simply gaze down at him, suddenly moved beyond words at the total trust and vulnerability in his posture.

You must pause for longer than you realize because suddenly those cerulean eyes are fixed on your face from behind his wire-frame glasses, a small smile crinkling the corners of his mouth.

“Getting tired?” he asks with a playful nudge, letting his fingers run over the soft cotton of your dress.

Shaking your head, you smile sheepishly, your hands getting back to work. “Just admiring the view,” you admit, feeling your skin grow warm at the way he looks at you in response.

“Me, too,” he says in a low voice, turning his head ever so slightly to press a kiss to the inside of your forearm.

You massage his scalp for a few minutes longer, then reach for the faucet once more to rinse his hair out, gently detangling all the knots as you do so. Good thing you grabbed the conditioner as well.

“Conditioner, too? I’m really getting the royal treatment,” he chuckles when he feels you rubbing it through the ends of his hair. It’s gotten a little longer while he’s been on leave. He’ll have to cut it again soon enough, but you’re enjoying it while you can.

“Only the best for you, Lieutenant,” you grin, rewarded for your comment by the adorable blush spreading across his skin.

Bob’s eyes pop open again and he watches you this time as you carefully tend to him, so focused on taking care of him and making him feel good.

“C’mere,” he whispers, the husky tone in his voice turning your knees to melted butter as he reaches up and tugs on your waist, pulling you down into a kiss while your hands still rest in his hair.

You’re not sure if it’s just something in this fresh country air, but his kiss tastes like sunshine and wildflowers.

You can feel the “I love you” mouthed against your skin, his lips closing around your bottom lip as he bites down softly.

It takes every ounce of willpower you possess to pull back, a small laugh bubbling up in your throat when you see his little pout, his mouth still searching for yours.

“Let me finish,” you murmur soothingly, washing the conditioner out of his hair.

You let the frigid water cascade over his head a few minutes longer than necessary, your fingers turning to ice as you continue to card them through his Teddy Graham hair. It's only when you see the goosebumps rising on his shoulders that you finally turn the water off, squeezing the ends of his hair in a gentle fist to release some of the excess droplets.

“All done,” you say, laughing when he sits up and begins shaking his head back and forth, looking suspiciously like his family dog. “Stop, stop!” you scold him good-naturedly, reaching for the towel on the back of the chair.

“My goodness, you are impossible,” you tease, stepping between his legs and draping the towel over his head, scrubbing his hair as he reaches up and links his hands behind your back, trapping you against him.

“And you are beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning forward once you lift the towel and pressing a kiss to the center of your chest, just above the neckline of your dress. If he can feel your heart nearly jump out of your chest, he doesn’t say anything about it.

“There, good as new,” you hum, pleased with your work as you watch the silky soft strands of his freshly washed hair glide through your fingers. “And now you smell like coconuts, too,” you add with a grin.

Bob only smiles in response as he slowly stands up, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you soundly.

He still has his arms around you as he kicks the forgotten towel away and begins walking you backwards out of the kitchen and in the direction of the small bedroom, the one with the rickety full-size bed the two of you have been sharing since your arrival.

“What’re you doing?” you laugh, your bare feet tripping along the creaky floorboards as you let him guide you.

“You took care of me,” he says softly, blue eyes twinkling as he rests his forehead against yours, his hands resting securely on your waist. “Now I’m going to take care of you.”

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 03/April/2024

Do you ever have a week where there’s so much going on, but it feels really good to tick so many tasks off your list?

Well, I had one of those weeks, hehe! :D

First up was finishing up all the edits to the demo section, which went super smoothly, and it was great fun reading the comments from them. I always appreciate how they take the extra time to write what they’re enjoying, or their fun reactions to things that happen as they edit!

Then it was onto social media days! The sporadic internet has still been a major obstacle, but I actually managed to get on long enough to get some asks done! That was great fun getting to do those and indulge in getting to talk about Wayhaven even more with you guys, hehe!

With the Patreon content, I worked on the sketch for Adam/Ava’s masquerade mask for the upcoming ball in Book Four, which was both awesome because I loved the ideas and inspiration I had for it, but also was nice to get some drawing in! That’ll be going up on Patreon later this month!

And then I even managed to get a massive amount done on Chapter Two! Way more than I expected yet again, so this chapter is seriously moving on at a pace! I was actually starting to think I’d get it finished next week…but then I decide to move a big chunk from the start of Chapter Three to the end of Chapter Two, lol.

The flow will be much better. Where it ended before would have been a great cliffhanger at the end of Chapter Two but it just…it didn’t feel like where it should have ended. So, moving that section now makes it feel more like the chapter I wanted.

This new ending section does contain more variation to account for love interests, etc, so will take a bit longer, but at least that means it will also make the second demo section that much more chunkier! :D

But the first demo section is now with my final set of readers, so hopefully not long until I get to share that with you all!

I hope you all have the most amazing weekend! We'll be offline as usual, so I'll update you all again next week! <3

[farmhandler]

lil prompt: wade gives logan and laura (and himself ofc) an at home spa day bc god knows they could both use it. (optional: with vanessa's help)

“I’m not good at this. Why do you keep making me do it?” Logan asked.

Wade sighed explosively, as though Logan's utter lack of interest in painting Wade's nails was a personal failing.

“Laura needs a role model now more than ever. How will you help paint her nails if you can’t even paint mine?”

"I think I could do a better job with my eyes closed," Laura said. Her eyes were, in fact, closed due to the cooling mask Wade had forced on her first thing when they'd come over. "Why do I have this on?"

"Your eyebags could give mine a run for their money," Wade said.

“She’s fucking eighteen years old," Logan said. "She doesn’t need my help painting her nails. And I'm pretty sure our 'eyebags' are genetic.”

“Then what about me, daddy?” Wade said, fluttering his lashes at Logan. Logan kicked his leg under the table.

Wade wasn't to be deterred. He wiggled his fingers imploringly, waiting, and Logan decided, fuck it, and he tried. Genuinely, really tried to paint Wade's nails, and paint them however he liked.

"Painting outside the lines," Wade said as he watched him make no attempt to try and keep the paint on his nail. "Your technique intrigues me, Peanut."

"Shut it. I've got this," Logan muttered. He finished painstakingly drawing a little star on each nail and then scraped away the paint around Wade's nail afterwards with tissues. He figured cleaning up this way was better than trying to be precise on the first try and failing anyway.

Wade kept a straight face the whole time. Then he lifted his nails and bit his lip, hard.

“Oh my god," he breathed. "What are those?"

"They're stars. The blue background is a night sky." Logan pointed the bottle at him. "You fucking do this shit with this tiny ass little brush. I'm not made for precision."

"You're telling me, sweetie. The edges of my nails are awful. They’re so bad. I love them,” Wade gushed. He smiled at Logan with genuine glee, and Logan felt warm all over in a way he fucking hated, because he'd been feeling it a lot more lately.

Then Wade’s phone rang.

“Can you answer that for me, sweetums? I’m currently very wet and trying to harden up.”

Shaking his head, Logan leaned forward and answered the call without looking. It was Vanessa, letting them know she'd found the LED lamp for the nails Logan had bought not knowing they needed a stupid lamp to work. Why they asked him to do this shit when he obviously didn't know what he was doing, he'd never know.

When she showed up, she also had a bunch of other shit Logan didn't want to have anywhere near him either.

"Sorry I took so long. I had to go to a couple places to find the lamp." Vanessa swept past Logan after tugging him down for a kiss on the cheek by the door and set her bag on the table. "You started without me?"

"Just some nail painting. And giving Laura's eyes a rest."

"My eyes are freezing," she said from the couch.

Logan sat down next to her, because it felt safer to do so. Laura hated this stuff as much as he did. Or at least he assumed she did. He'd never asked.

"You have any idea what all this is?" he asked her, once she lifted the mask from her face. Laura hummed.

"Some of it." She handed him one of the samples Vanessa had dumped from wherever she'd gone. "You should use this."

"Nighttime eye cream?" he read aloud. "And this is supposed to do what?"

Wade was sitting waiting for his nails to dry, so Vanessa walked over and ripped open the packet. She then dabbed the cream under his eyes and rubbed it in. When Logan tried to yank his head away, she grabbed his chin and made him sit tight.

"Come on, put up with it for five seconds," she said. "Trust me, you'll like this one."

The scent wasn't overpowering, which was a plus. Still strong, but that was most things. The cream had a surprisingly soft texture. Once she was done, he wasn't going to admit it felt kind of nice, but he didn't need to. Wade grinned at Logan like a loon.

"You don't have to look so fucking smug about all this," Logan muttered.

"You lost the bet, so I don't even need to pretend," Wade said cheerfully.

"Because you cheated," Logan hissed.

"And I didn't get caught!" Wade clapped his hands together, apparently deeming them dry. "All right, now let's get serious."

About half an hour later, Logan really was regretting letting Wade get away with cheating.

He had an itchy mask on his face, his hair was pinned back by a headband with kitten ears on it, and Wade could not look any more pleased if he tried. Logan had assumed the nails that needed a lamp to cure them were for Laura or Vanessa, but everybody insisted on putting them on him. So he sat there while these sparkly pink nails dried, and the facemask did whatever it was doing on his face.

Logan hated it, but Laura...Laura was laughing. She's been laughing. She thought Wade was funny, but Vanessa and Wade together really set her off. Logan had never seen her laugh so much.

Logan exhaled. Maybe regret wasn't the right word. And maybe he didn't hate it.

"You ready for your mud bath?" Wade asked, sitting down next to him.

"You'd better be joking, bub."

"Only slightly. I do have a hot tub that's been bath bombed with your name on it. And all the supplies I need to work on your feet while you do. Don't worry: I have fully and mentally prepared myself to pick the fungus out of your toes."

"Ew," Laura said to their right. Vanessa was in the middle of pulling her hair back to join the face mask crowd.

I'm not doing that, Logan almost said, and then looked at Laura, and Vanessa.

If he let the night end now, sure, he'd be more comfortable, but...well, he didn't hate all this.

The candles were nice. Wade had picked really subtle scents, and nothing too fruity or overly clean. They reminded Logan of his cabin, the one he hadn't visited in years. After a rain, when the forest surrounding it smelled heavy and sweet in a way he couldn't explain to anyone who didn't get it.

"Yeah, all right," he said. Wade looked surprised.

"You okay?" Wade asked, inexplicably. He scooted closer to Logan and touched his knee. "I really won't force you into it, if it's that bad."

"It's not." Logan touched his hand. Their nails looked completely mismatched, especially his. On his gnarled hands, the pink stood out badly. He lifted them into the light for inspection. "I could use a bath. You coming in with me?"

It was both a tease and a genuine question. Wade laughed, startled, still grinning that shit-eating grin.

"And fondle your toes directly? Absolutely."

Logan thought back to that kiss on his cheek. So he kissed Wade's cheek, and when Wade made a soft sound of surprise, Logan shifted his mouth a few inches over to Wade's.

Now Wade looked stunned. Someone cleared their throat behind them.

"No fondling," Logan said, rising to a stand.

"A little fondling," Wade said, finally recovering enough to speak. He leapt up and followed Logan.

[dorkagedoodles]

And there we have it folks - the end of Empyrean Book I! I sound like a parrot but just ... thank you so much for reading! Also, for everyone's convenience, the afterword is also in text under the "keep reading" bellow. <<< PREVIOUS ✧˖☆˖✧˖☆˖✧Page Archive✧˖☆˖✧˖☆˖✧

(To be continued ... ) AFTERWORD

I’ve been putting off writing this for way too long, thinking I have plenty of time until suddenly: BAM! December was upon me and the final update of Empyrean Book I was uploaded while I had the worst migraine in years and couldn’t even scramble together a last minute afterword. But here we go. I’ll try not to care about sounding professional or eloquent, just so I can get it done.

First I want to say a big thank you to everyone who've read Empyrean, all the way through or just a little bit, I’m grateful nonetheless. And extra big thank you to everyone who’s left comments or nice tags in the reblogs etc. I’m awful at responding, but I’ve seen them all and really, really appreciate it.

I worked on the book on and off for three years and I’m pretty happy with the end result. Of course, this is just the beginning of the story. I have an outline for the whole thing, aiming for a total of four books of similar length which will, as you can guess, take a loooooong time. Which brings me to my second point.

Empyrean will go on hiatus for the time being. For how long? I wish I knew. While Book 2 is all scripted and currently in the sketching stage, I have no idea when I’ll have enough finished pages for an update. Once I do, however, I’ll probably update as I finish the pages, rather than wait for the whole book to be complete.

I don’t think I need to explain much of why this is. It’s simply being an adult. It’s having rent, bills and a cat with special dietary needs. And what Empyrean brings in joy it certainly doesn’t bring in money, so ever since July I’ve drawn almost nothing but freelance work.

Despite that, I still feel positive about the future of Empyrean. It’s already been published in parts in a small Swedish magazine and I’ve met people and opened doors that would have been impossible, had I not created Empyrean. Long time followers might remember how I’ve long wanted to be able to support myself by making art. And right now? That's exactly what I’m doing.

Finishing Empyrean will take many years and, in the end, it might never even get picked up by a publisher. But I’m at peace with both of those things. I draw Empyrean entirely for myself and would continue to do so even if not a single other person was reading it. Though … as long as there’s at least one such person I will keep uploading it too!

Lastly, I’ve been looking into self-publishing and hope to give that a try. No solid plans yet, just counting costs, looking at kickstarters and such. I’m currently neck-deep in a big project, but once that’s over I can start thinking about it again. When the time comes, I will of course post about it.

I think that is all. It got a bit longer and ramblier than I planned but oh well.

Again, thank you so much for reading Empyrean! And until next time! -Hans

[autumnnnsun]

Now that I’ve finished reading Hortus de Escapismo and Executor’s record, I really gotta ramble about Executor for a second and kinda talk abt how Arknights handles his lack of empathy trait that I really enjoy. This isn’t a proper analysis or anything just my thoughts I wanna vomit for a sec.

So it’s implied in Executor’s record that he just, wasn’t born having empathy despite being a sankta. Or at least he just naturally doesn’t have the same levels of understanding of emotion as other sankta. The part that I really like about it is how Executor’s Record and story in general doesn’t portray that as a necessarily bad thing.

His lack of empathy allows him to think in a way that is a lot more unique than other sankta. When his partner in his record story told him to sacrifice him, he still brought his body back to Laterano. One of the reason being because of a specific sentence in the will they were enacting (“I hope all Laterans return back to their home.” Smth that most people would assume is just smth the will writer wrote for some extra literary flare) but also because he disregarded his partner’s feelings. His lack of empathy is the reason why he did something good and that is very interesting to me especially when most people tend to demonise having low/no empathy.

I also just really like how in his record story, it’s emphasised that he knows what emotions ARE. He has developed a system with his parents to recognise and visualise emotions by drawing lines that represent them. He knows what it is, he can recognise it to a level where he can think of the next best course of action when confronted with it, he just doesn’t put much importance on it nor does he bother with understanding it for the most part. Especially if it’s something that will get in the way of his job. And I REALLY like that cus it reminds me of how people irl that have low empathy will develop systems to work around it and still be kind.

I know a lot of us joke about Executor being autistic and that’s funny and I like the jokes as much as everyone else, but low or no empathy is a trait of other mental disorders and disabilities and even as someone that hasn’t been diagnosed with anything yet it still feels kinda nice to see low empathy being portrayed in a way that isn’t villanious.

In fact, Executor having low empathy kinda makes him the best person in the room sometimes especially in Hortus de Escapismo. The part where he does a warning shot at Oren and Lemuen and essentially goes “Can ya’ll STOP I’m trying to do my JOB.” And essentially manages to stop a massacre because of it is so funny but also so fucking hype bruv. I like how in the end of the event when Executor was starting to ask more questions and have more doubts and was starting to let emotions affect his actions a bit more, it isn’t framed as like “Oh mah gerd, he’s learning empathy and being more hooman!”

Instead he’s asking questions and seeking to find solutions to them in his own unique way. Asking around and adding more variables to his thought process like a computer would (which has some implications that gets my lore brain churning but hrghrghrgh)

Top it all of with the fact that he is specifically a character that is born and raised in a society that values empathy. Being able to feel other people’s emotions is what makes you a sankta. And Executor, is one of the better sanktas because he doesn’t follow that rule.

God I love Executor, go son, thrive.

[iraprince]

do u have any advice for those that want to run a quest?

it feels a LEETLE silly answering this when all my own are currently on hiatus bc i got busy (SORRY TO CALLIST0 READERS LOL) BUT!!! yes i do. i have only ever run quests/interactive comics on the site questden, so i guess as a baseline this will kind of all be geared towards that, but i think most of this should translate to any hosting situation

you have to be cool with your plots branching and mutating in unexpected ways, and you have to be willing to play ball with your readers. quests are a collaboration between the author and the audience. it often feels a lot like gming a tabletop campaign (and that's the origin!! questden, specifically, was originally an offshoot of /tg/.) -- we've all had or heard about bad GMs who view their position as that of a narrative dictator who exists to punish and prod a captive group of players thru their own personal novel, but a good GM is interested in telling stories as a group. u have final say and have to stay true to the important stuff abt ur story, but if u get mad or frustrated when ur readers want to explore something "off topic" or aren't following the threads of ur narrative the way u expected them to, u don't actually want to run a quest, u just want to make a webcomic w mandatory comments. (the flip side of this is: consider if the story u want to make is the right one for an interactive quest. if it is REALLY important to u that the plot beats of a story go a certain way, maybe save it for a medium where u have more control!)

keep it loose and fast. the art does not matter. i am rly guilty of not following this one, but i still think it's really important! one of the things i like best about quests is the barrier to entry is very low and you SHOULD be able to start and maintain one very quickly. if i were better at keeping my art scrabbly and sketchy and loose, my stuff would not go on hiatus as often as it does. draw fast! it's NICE if the art is gorgeous to look at and definitely will draw readers, but it's way better if the art is simple enough that you can update frequently and without much stress. the quality of ur writing + character building, and whether u are telling a story that's engaging and that ur readers feel meaningfully involved in, is 100000x more important than the art.

on the more nitty gritty side: try to have a hook in each update. one of the most common reasons suggestions die off is readers being unsure of what they're supposed to do next. sure, too much spoonfeeding could end up feeling like railroading, and you don't have to end every single update by getting right in their faces and yelling "WHAT DO YOU DO NEXT??", but when you finish an update try to take a second to put yourself in a reader's shoes and see if there's an obvious next step. is there a course of action to decide on/debate, are there clear questions they can ask an npc, etc -- i can't think of a great way to describe it, but you want to avoid ending an update on a note where the player character and readers are basically sitting there looking at each other like "um... okay. that's that, then." some ppl even just end all their updates w multiple choice options, which is a super simple way to keep things moving if it fits the style of what ur doing. if you don't want it to be that overt but you still can't think of a way for there to be a clear hook, you can at least try to leave a little nudge in the narration that invites the readers to try to tie whatever they've just done/learned back into the pc's main goals/motivations or current tasks. (on this subject, VERY useful for your main character to have a very specific goal or end destination that everyone is on the same page abt. it's harder for your plot to lose momentum if you can always point at what your readers are supposed to be moving toward!)

finally: KEEP UPDATING EVEN IF YOU GET VERY FEW/NO SUGGESTIONS. it's a niche genre. questden is a small website. it's hard to get people to read something new, especially if it's in a new and unfamiliar format (and especially especially when it's on a website that looks like a chanboard lmao). picking up readers takes a long time, and a lot of people lurk without suggesting (ESPECIALLY if it's a difficult/plot-important decision, and also especially in the opposite, if it's a very obvious next step and someone else has already commented what most ppl would say). it's very tempting to want to wait for more suggestions bc u "only" have one or two, and then that wait becomes stagnation, and then you're frustrated and u end up dropping the quest bc "nobody cares." instead u just have to push thru!!!! u only have two suggestions and u wish u had more? maybe next update u'll get more. u have NO suggestions and u feel like that means ur quest is dead in the water? NOPE! the solution is to update again, bc maybe ppl with latch on more and have something to say in the next scene. the more u update ur quest, the more u'll be able to talk abt it (and maybe get more readers), and specifically in the case of questden the more ur thread will be bumped to the front page. think abt how many times you've seen ppl talking abt a webcomic or a book and thought "i need to check that out eventually...." but it takes months for you to actually do it. 99.9999% of the time, ppl need to see something MULTIPLE TIMES before they check it out!! most readers do not come from clicking something the very first time they see it!! i know it can feel lonely and discouraging, but u owe it to ur art and the stories u want to tell to keep trying, even if engagement is very low at first, otherwise you're killing it before it's even had a chance. like, get shameless about it. ask your buddies to comment on your quest. but give that horse a few really good whacks before you decide it's dead!! i think that's my main thoughts. if you have any more specific questions i'm happy to help if i can! but also i think you'll learn the most by just jumping in and fucking around. quests are easy to pick up and easy to drop, and imo do really well as a playground where u test different ways to draw and tell stories, so might as well just get messy.

[burningcheese-merchant]

Merchant, what are some headcanons you have about silentlily/mystic cacao? (Aside from the ones we alr have, which I’m rlly grateful for btw🧚‍♀️) maybe even a small fic with one of these ships(I’m definitely not STARVED of content of these guys)

Do you think they have a change at redemption, and if so, would they be together with their respective ancients?

Also just so you know I got converted into the burning cheese cult the day I read your first ao3 fic about the ship, I was amazed by the writing and was craving for more, actually I’m the person named “cracker” that commented on your fics.

Thanks for feeding us with your amazing ideas 🙏🙏

CRACKER??? IS THAT REALLY YOU???

I'm so happy to hear from you again 😭😭😭 where have you been, I've missed you and your comments on my fics 😭😭😭 I love chatting with you man, it's so nice that you found me here

While I can't provide any fics right this second (my fic backlog is HUGE; for multiple stories/AUs/ships, not just BurningCheese. First one in line is a BurningCheese fic I've been sitting on for 2 months+ now. First chapter coming to AO3 soon (as in... tomorrow 👀)), I can provide headcanons at the very least. 3 each, for my old buddy 🫵❤️

Silent Salt never, ever takes off his helm. He is deeply uncomfortable showing his face to anyone, even his friends (it took them forever to learn what he looks like, even after literal years of friendship). The fact that he is not only willing to show his face to White Lily, but let her touch and remove his helm herself (that is HUGE), is a true testament to how much he trusts and cares for her

Silent Salt loves White Lily's hair. He thinks it's absolutely beautiful. She taught him how she braids it so he can do it for her, which he does every so often

I hc Silent Salt as being completely mute (like, he can't make any noise at all. As if he has no vocal cords, period. You can hear him breathing and that's it) and primarily using movement/body language to communicate his thoughts and feelings (and sign language as well, although he uses that to carry on longer and more articulate conversations). White Lily took the time to teach herself sign language so she could understand and communicate with him better, which he finds deeply touching as very, very few people have ever done that for him or anything nice at all really. Letting my personal characterization of + backstory for him slip a little here haha

While Dark Cacao and Mystic Flour are not particularly romantic (it's just not really who they are, nothing to do with not liking each other), they will both still make little gestures for each other. They take care to make each other's favorite tea, just how they like it. Flour will tuck stray strands of Cacao's hair back behind his ears when she notices them (and she always does. She pays closer attention to his face than anyone realizes). Cacao always asks Flour how her day has been, or if something is bothering her (he, too, is attentive to her face and facial expressions, and does notice subtle changes (which is also huge bc Flour wears the same damn face almost all the time lol)). Small things that actually mean quite a lot, because they stem from genuine love that does not need words or grand gestures to make itself known and understood

They are very polite and patient with one another, even when they're disagreeing (or even arguing). They will never talk over each other; they wait until the other has finished saying what they have to say before they respond. They feel a deep mutual respect for one another as individuals and try to maintain this, regardless of how tense their interactions may become

They sometimes exchange keepsakes unique to their cultures, as tokens of affection to hold onto and admire while they're apart. Scrolls, paintings, idols. Small things not really meant to take up space; just things that turn their heads or draw their eyes over for a moment and make them smile when they walk past them in the palace/Ivory Pagoda

Really makes me smile to see you again, dude. You really were there since day 1 and I'm grateful. And I'm glad I convinced you to ship BurningCheese in the first place! You and everyone else honestly 😂 it's both awesome and hilarious how many people have come to me saying I converted them to the ship. I feel I like I'm amassing a private militia lol. Gonna murder all other ships involving either character in their sleep. Gonna storm Devsis HQ and seize control of the writers' room. Gonna hoard nuclear weapons and take over the world

I hope you enjoy the stories I've written on here as well! They're mostly wholesome because as fun as Yandere Spice is, I genuinely do ship Burning Spice with Golden Cheese and want them to be happy and healthy, which is why I mainly prescribe them a slow burn romance + slow burn redemption arc for Spice lmao (they're all tagged #merchant shorts for ease of access. There are 9 in total I think. With more in the oven, because I keep forgetting to put my imagination on a leash most of the time. Trying to slowly work my way up to their wedding) I also hope you like the fan babies 👉👈 I put a lot of time and effort into creating them (please ignore my lack of artistic talent, I will improve eventually. Hopefully. I make up for it with my writing in the meantime), they're my little blorbo grandchildren

(As for that other question of yours... In my main canon + my Reformed Beasts AU (which... are kind of the same ngl lmao), yes, Flour and Salt can change. Any bad person can change their ways if only they cared enough to do so. It takes time and great effort, but eventually, they both turn over a new leaf, as all the Beasts do. As for whether or not they get together with their Ancients... wait and see. I like SilentLily and MysticCacao, but that doesn't necessarily mean they'll happen. You'll find out as I dump more stupid lore on here lol)

[chilling-seavey]

Winter Warmers: Day 9 — Work Holiday Party

↳ A/N: I love early days dating reader x george omg there's something about them that gets me so 🤭🥰

↳ Summary: George is your Plus-1 to your work holiday party; back at the same hotel at which you and he met. It's also your first 'public' appearance as a couple.

↳ Word Count: 1360

↳ Winter Warmers Prompt List | The Way It Goes Masterlist

You hadn’t realized how much you were shaking until you were trying to apply your lipstick in the small mirror in the visor of George’s Mercedes. With a determined pout that looked half ridiculous as you jutted out your lip to try and not get the light rough colour on your teeth, you carefully dragged the lipstick in as steady of a line as you could muster. George sat beside you in the driver’s seat, watching you carefully like it was the most interesting thing in the world, a fond smile on his face. 

When you leaned back from the mirror and capped your lipstick, you glanced at him, “All set?”

“Yeah,” he reached out a hand across the centre console to rest on your knee, following it up with a gentle, “You okay?”

You glanced out the passenger window towards the festively illuminated hotel in which you worked; the same hotel in which you met George only six months earlier. From across the street where you were parked, you could see a few of your co-workers and their dates headed inside for your work holiday party, walking past the pristinely decorated trees framing the double entry doors. You had worked there long enough to be more than comfortable with your co-workers and the team events that were hosted but never before had you brought a date to one of these things. Never before had you brought a VIP guest of the hotel to one of these things. What was your boss going to think?!

George gave your knee a little squeeze to bring your attention and your swirling mind back to him. In the darkness of the front seat of his car, he was barely illuminated by the distant glow of the hotel. He looked so handsome in his suit and tie, his hair nicely brushed and styled to perfection, and his dark blue winter jacket finished with a wrap of a matching real wool scarf tucked inside. His soft eyes held a sense of worry behind the irises as he tried to read your silence. 

You sighed, pulling a small reassuring smile, “I’m okay. Just nervous.”

“First public outing together.” George echoed the basis of your anxieties with a gentle tone, “I am too.”

“You are?”

“Of course.” he leaned down a little to peek through your window to look towards the hotel, “A whole room filled with people never really gets easier no matter the circumstance. And having the most beautiful woman there on my arm is certainly going to be drawing eyes.”

The casualness with which he said it had you smiling bashfully and offering a light eye roll, “Yeah, yeah…you’re a flirt.”

George smiled widely at you and took your hand in his for a squeeze, “We’ll just stop in for a bit and if you want to leave, we can, alright?”

“Okay.” you mouthed in reply. 

He leaned across the center console, brushing a quick, soft kiss against your lips. As he pulled back, you reached up, gently swiping the pad of your thumb over his mouth to erase the faint smear of lipstick left behind.

The ballroom of the five-star hotel was decorated modestly for the company holiday party; certainly not as elaborate and impressive as the lobby but at least there was something to make it feel festive. Once you passed through coat check, you then met one of your fellow employees who was standing at the door to take your names for entry. You provided your name—which he knew well—as well as George’s as your Plus-1. The location of his name on the sheet had your co-worker pausing for a second and then looking up at George as if to make sure it was really him. He then looked at you. 

Shifting nervously, you asked, “Everything okay?”

Clearing his throat, your co-worker nodded and gestured for you to enter, “Yeah, you’re both good. I’ll see you in there.”

You offered a polite smile and turned to head inside. George smoothly took your hand in his between you as you passed through the doors of the ballroom, his fingers fitting effortlessly with yours. When you looked at him, he smiled warmly at you and gave your hand a little squeeze.

It certainly wasn’t the high end galas and events George often regulared in his corner of the world but being there with you, in a less-high stakes situation, he felt far more relaxed. That being said, he couldn’t deny the racing of his heart at the concept that this was technically your first public appearance as boyfriend and girlfriend, having taken it slow over the last half-year you had been dating. With him in such a public profession, it was a balancing act of deciding how much he wanted to share. The idea of him wanting to keep you to himself a little longer never bothered you; it gave him a rare sense of normalcy that he didn't often get to feel anymore.

The two of you mingled with some of your co-workers, taking their initial pleasant surprise at your pairing in stride. Even your boss took it with grace, offering a few playful comments at your expense about fraternizing with the guests, but none with ill-intention. George was perfect, as you knew he would be. He had this essence about him that exuded confidence without being cocky, a way of making those he spoke with feel heard and at ease, a kindness that made your heart warm to witness firsthand. 

The party progressed through a buffet of hors d'oeuvres and an open bar, the chatter of the room rising over the Christmas music playing through the ballroom speakers. Your co-workers, after a few drinks, ended up gushing over you and George and how cute you looked together, insisting on being invited to the wedding and everything in between. Only having been dating six-months, being suddenly thrust into a concept of marriage took you by surprise but, when you glanced at George for his reaction, he simply smiled sweetly at you, his hand gently resting on your waist. 

Needing a moment out of the stifling ballroom and away from the socializing for a moment, the two of you later escaped to the terrace. Hand in hand, with drinks in your other, you and George walked slowly across the terrace towards the railing at the far end. When you reached, he turned to rest his side against the stone railing, facing you but still looking out across the night-stained city. Your hand was still in his and your thumb brushed over his knuckles. 

“You’re so amazing, you know?” you stated softly after a moment, “Navigating events like this…so easily conversing with everyone…”

George looked at you with a calm smile, “It comes with the familiar routine, I guess. A little easier than work galas because I don’t have to feel so tense and practiced all the time. And I have you,” he brushed his thumb over yours, “and you make it easy to be calm and be myself.”

You stepped closer to him at his sweet words and he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in so you were standing between his feet. Without a word, you both leaned in for a soft kiss…or two or three. When you pulled away, you just stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, savouring the silence of the city night and the chilly breeze of mid-December. 

“I wasn’t joking, you know,” George finally spoke in a tentative whisper, his eyes drifting between yours and your lips, “When she asked about marriage? I have thought about it. More than I should admit.”

The heat that burned your cheeks had your hand tightening instinctively in his. His thumb brushed over yours again.

“Already?” you breathed.

“I know, it sounds crazy.” he replied softly, “And I don’t want to rush this; I want to do this right. But…there’s something about you that makes me swear I can see the future.” 

“And?” you asked with a small smile, “How does the future look?”

George melted under your gaze, staring adoringly into your eyes, “It’s absolutely wonderful.”

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[blue-disco-lights]

✨ Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thank you so much for tagging me - love this one! (i love them all actually) @jrooc

@stocious @michellemisfit @doshiart @mybrainismelted @mmmichyyy

@sgtmickeyslaughter @gallapiech @suzy-queued @spookygingerr @roryonic

Name and A03 handle: Julia, Blue_Disco_Lights

Current Location: my dining table - my work is hybrid, so this (suprisingly uncomfortable setup) is my desk twice a week.

Favourite picrew: I never really wore my space buns this high, maybe a bit lower… also the jewelry is a Chain Mickey homage obviously.

What's one thing you want in a picrew? I love a creative background and good sweater options. If left to my own devices, I’d be in a hoodie all the time, but it’s nice to spice things up!

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? Hard to choose! it's a tie between some @galladrabbles and these @gallacrafts.

Why is it your favourite? I’ve been knitting since I was a kid but never really got beyond the scarf phase lol - and Season 1 Not-a-booty-call/“Whatever, see ya” Mickey wore that green scarf and I knew I had to recreate it. The t-shirt is me attempting to draw for the tomato theme and I just think it would be so funny if Ian actually wore this outside.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? For the scarf, it was all about finding the right yarn and also that cute patch that just appeared out of nowhere at the craft store. Drawing is hard because i don't know how 😆

Last ao3 fic you commented on? It was either on Shame-proof written by @ms-moonlight-inn and @notherenewjersey or A Song Only You Can Hear by @suzy-queued - both so good!

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I’m usually OK with WIPs taking a while, truly… but oh man, I’ll copy @jrooc's answer and say Things Beyond Mistake by grayola. What a STUNNING work and we’re left just aching for what happens for those two. My second is Elevator Music by gallavichsecurity- another beautifully written one that I hope will continue one day. 

Favourite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? I love enemies to lovers, the slower the burn the better 🫠🔥 . I’ve yelled about loving road trip plots a lot, so I loved Highway of Hedonism  by @roryonic (w/ beautiful art by @gallapiech).

Least favourite? I’ve never gravitated to mpreg   

Secret or surprising kink or trope? Never even knew A/B/O was a thing until i got here - hello! Same goes for Whump - once it clicked that it was an actual genre, it was like oh wow, i think i’ve been into this my whole life lol.

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? Er, shocked quite honestly. When I see that I actually have multiple things posted on AO3 I do wonder who that person is??

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: There are so many hype people i want to thank in my writing journey - your amazing comments & reblogs really made me feel like a writer! (which was a little shocking - so please know they went a long way 💕) @gallawitchxx @energievie @creepkinginc @jrooc @michellemisfit @palepinkgoat @gillyp @suzy-queued @ian-galagher @sweetbee78 @francesrose3 - and special shout out to @mybrainismelted for being an amazing sounding board and co-conspirator on Gallavich Summer Camp among other things!

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? Hang out on Discord and Tumblr, and fall into one of the very many tabs I have open. Currently it’s You’ll Never See Us Again by @spoonfulstar - and omggggg.

If you're tagged in this post and haven't made one of these yet - this is your official invite!

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@runawaybrainsc @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @thepupperino @celestialmickey

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[sc4rrc]

Heyy pookie <3

could you maybe write a 2012 Mikey x artist reader headcanons 🫣🩷

"A little bit of colour here."

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════════════════════ - 2012!Mikey x artist!reader - Head cannons - "A little bit of colour here." - Fluff - Warnings: None

A/N: I think I may be ticking off two things with this one, idk. The results of the pole had Mikey as most rated and then this came up, which was such a nice coincidence. I might do a second Mikey one shot/head cannon to match the pole again if I feel like it, but for now I will be marking both this and the pole as complete so I can focus on a more special request an anon had for me. ════════════════════

Mikey has always been full of energy and imagination, so it’s no surprise that art became such a big part of his life. At first, it was just something he loved doing for fun, but now it feels more like a part of who he is—how he expresses himself and even how he deals with things. Still, he never treats it like work. For Mikey, art is all about fun and freedom.

Give him anything to draw or paint with—a pencil, spray can, or even chalk—and he’ll turn it into something incredible. His ideas are out-of-the-box and unique, and it’s easy to see how much joy he gets from creating. If he finds out that you also see the world in a different way, even just a little like him, he’ll be thrilled. It’s not just about having fun together; it’s about sharing something really special.

He’d definitely ask you to pose for one of his pieces at some point. But let’s be honest—he definitely probably finished the artwork early and just wanted an excuse to sit and watch you. He’d happily admit it too, flashing you that proud grin like he’s just done the smartest thing ever.

When it comes to modern art, Mikey can be a little baffled. He tries, but some pieces leave him scratching his head. “Wait, so I’m supposed to feel shy because this pink triangle exists? Dude, it’s just a triangle.” He’s got plenty of jokes about it, but he secretly enjoys the challenge of trying to figure out what it all means—especially if it’s something you can talk about together.

Movie nights are a guaranteed source of inspiration for him. As soon as you mention a favourite character, he’s planning to draw them for you. It’s his little way of making you smile, and he’ll keep it up like clockwork—handing you a new drawing every week to remind you he’s thinking of you.

One of his favourite ways to hang out with you is working on art projects together. Whether it’s painting, doodling, or crafting paper flowers, he loves being right there beside you, cracking jokes and guiding your hand if you’re feeling stuck. For Mikey, it’s not just about making something cool—it’s about sharing those little moments and having fun while you do it.

What he loves most is that you share his passion for art. You don’t have to be experts or love every style, but the fact that you get it—at least the kinds of art you enjoy together—means the world to him. Those shared favourites? They’re what he treasures the most.

Mikey is the type to find inspiration anywhere. Whether you’re waiting for pizza, sitting in a park, or just hanging out, he’ll grab whatever’s nearby (a napkin, a notebook, anything!) and start sketching. He loves showing you his spur-of-the-moment creations and getting your thoughts on them.

He’d totally challenge you to silly art contests, like “Who can make the funniest doodle” or “Who can draw a pizza slice faster.” He almost always declares himself the winner, even if your drawing is better. “What? I had to handicap myself because I’m too good!” Cue the exaggerated victory pose.

Mikey is obsessed with graffiti and street art, always pointing out cool designs when you’re out together. He might even suggest you two try making a mural someday, just for fun—something colourful and meaningful that shows off your combined creativity.

Mikey is all about turning his art into little surprises for you. Whether it’s a mini painting, a personalized card, or a keychain he decorated himself, his gifts always feel thoughtful and one-of-a-kind.

════════════════════ A/N: I hope this makes up for the lack of activity I had this week. On the brighter side though, I only have 3 more days of exams next week and then I am pretty much free to write as I please! So, if there are any other requests people would like, I would be more than happy to have them in my inbox for when I can write freely again. - I do NOT give permission for any of my work to be republished on any other sites, or even here. Not Ao3, not Wattpad, nowhere. This is simply for entertainment purposes and I would appreciate respecting this.

[quibbs126]

So I decided to finish off the day with a kid from scratch (granted I ended up finishing later than I thought), whom also happened to not be a request, but I decided to do because the pairing caught my eye when scrolling to Dark Sapote. Anyways, this is Matcha Cheesecake

…Uh, I’m only realizing now I don’t have a character for her. She just has vibes and a design. Let me make something up right quick

Let’s see, she’s an avid party lover, frequently attending her mother’s parties (though not in this outfit, rather the one from the sketch). She also tends to be a bit egotistical and vain. However, her more eccentric personality only tends to come out at parties or in social events; outside of that she’s a lot more of a shut in

She’s also not exactly helpless, as she constantly grows plants, and they even tend to grow on her. The plants she grows also tend to be sentient, and see her as their master. So it’s best not to cross her

…I don’t really have much else. I mean I guess at least this wasn’t a request so that I disappoint whoever asked for it, but I feel like I’m not giving much interesting here either way

The name’s pretty obvious and self explanatory. She’s a cheesecake made with matcha, her name is literally a combination of her moms

Matcha cheesecake:

I’m gonna be honest, I feel like she could have turned out way better. Or at least, I think so in my head

She wasn’t that bad during the sketch phase, but it got difficult with the colors. I think it’s a case of Matcha and Cheesecake’s colors working well together as a pair, but when I try to combine them, at least how I was attempting to here with the light greens, they don’t work that well. Her final color scheme was me trying to come up with colors that looked semi nice together

A real shame too, since the pictures I found of matcha cheesecake (as well as basque matcha cheesecake since that’s a thing too) had some really nice looking color schemes

Also, during the final phases of the sketch, I was debating between this outfit and the one you see in the rough sketch above

In my eyes, she has both outfits, but one she wears at parties and the other is her casual, I just wasn’t sure what to make her default, until my friend said the second one

Speaking of the dress, that was giving me so much trouble throughout the sketching phase, I kept having to try and make new ones over and over again until I eventually got to the two you see

I tried using Festivia from Star vs as a reference, which is why she has her horns that way and the headband. She also originally had an outfit closer to Festivia’s, but it didn’t pan out because of the legs

I swear, every time I draw a character sitting with their legs in a certain position, they end up wearing a dress or something that partially goes over their legs, and it makes my job so much harder. I know I do it to myself, but still, it’s really frustrating

To be honest, I don’t know if my frustration comes from me not liking her design, or if it’s just that I’ve been up all night and she doesn’t look exactly perfect. My thoughts on her may change come the morning. But I don’t feel like she’s my best work. Maybe I stretched myself too thin creatively by trying to make myself to a third guy by day’s end

Anyways yeah, that’s Matcha Cheesecake. Not much to write home about to be honest, but I hope you can find some enjoyment from her

[bear-of-da-forest]

Force-puppification is so damn hot to me. . .

Initially, finding the idea humiliating. Being treated as a dog? Are you fucking serious? Why would anyone ever want to have their humanity removed and have that void filled in with a leash and a collar, as well as a new title of "pet" ?

Then you do something good, you do something right. Someone comes up and tells you how good of a job you did, talking in a tone just smidge too condescending for your liking. You want to tell them to go fuck themselves. Right as you're about to tell them to shove it, they place a hand on your head, patting you gently while still speaking in a way that makes them come off like they think they're better than you. Where the fuck do they get off treating someone like that? Thinking they're so much superior, you'll fucking show them who's in charge how about that.

A few days later , the same asshole who thought they'd talk down to you wants to give you a gift. . . A gift? An actual apologetic offering? Finally, some damn respect. . . You open the little box they gave you to bury the hatchet, and it's a choker. . . ? It's got a little part on the front for something to attach, which is a little odd stylistically. A gift is a gift, though. The point here is that they wanted to make it up to you, so be the bigger person just call it water under the bridge.

You've been getting a few stares wearing it out, though. Nothing bad that makes you want to take it off, but just more stares than usual when you wear a choker. . . People have also been treating you nicer, or at the very least, the same kind of nice that was coming off as a special way to make you feel inferior. It was a little annoying at first, but at this point, you've gotten used to it. More than gotten used to it, actually. . . It's evolved to whenever someone gives you a compliment, just a regular compliment, it feels disingenuous. It doesn't feel right if they don't act like you're beneath them. . .

A week passes, and your new buddy invites you over to their place. Hell yeah, you have a friend, and you're able to just mellow out at their place? Fucking score. You get there, and the place is nice, kinda. . . It's got an ominous feeling to it, like you need to be on edge just standing in the entryway of the place. Despite intimidation and unease, they're being friendly. You're even offered a thing of biscuits! They're a little odd, unique flavor wise and bone shaped. You're assured they're homemade, so it's not like you're being made to eat dog treats or anything weird. . . probably. . .

You sit on their couch, and everything seems alright. You're a lil uptight because you are in someone's home for the first time, but you'll manage. As your sitting and they keep rambling about all what's been going on in their life your eyes keep darting around the room and drawing some odd questions. You see they got a dog cage in the corner of the living room with string lights intertwined with some of the bars, it looks cute, sure, but it's big. Big enough that whatever sleeps in that thing should have causes a damn earthquake running to the door the second it heard you come in the apartment.

Wait. . . Apartment? How the fuck haven't they been kicked out for having such a big ass dog when they have neighbors in four whole directions? So, you ask. Just an unassuming "Do you have a dog?" With a polite smirk on your face.

There's a bit of silence for a sec, then they get a similar smirk along their face. Not in the same area of politeness but more in the 'I know something you don't' way.

"Oh not yet, but I'm hoping to adopt a new one soon." They shoot you a playful wink.

"See, that actually leads into something. . . You've been liking having that collar on you, right?"

Collar? No, this ain't a collar. That has some implications there if it is a collar, but it ain't. You open your mouth to shoot down whatever they're saying a-

"It was rhetorical, pup. Be a good dog and let me finish, okay?"

You close your mouth and despite the urge to fight what they said you just silently nod in agreement with what they told you to do.

"As I was saying, I know you've been enjoying having your collar on. Anytime I bump into you I see you wearing it, so it's clear you want this. So, since I've been wanting a puppy I think it'd be best if you were my little doggy, alright?"

They stand up and walk over towards the cage, opening it and grabbing something inside before coming back. You can't really tell what it is until you see the clip.

It's a leash.

"Now, I'm not gonna put this on you until you tell me something. . . Are you a doggy?"

You attempt to whimper out a yes but a finger is quickly placed over your lips.

"Remember, dogs don't use people words, okay?"

Can you do this? Should you do this? It's humiliating in the worst possible way. You open your mouth and try to do what they're asking, to let a bark escape your lips, but nothing comes out. It's just too much.

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart, it can be scary going from a person to a puppy but I'll make sure to treat you like my good little pet."

You try again, struggling to form the syllable of a W, stuttering a few times before you're able to do it clearly. It's the same situation with the OO and the F, but you make it happen. It's almost intelligible, which means you have to do it once more.

It's easier this time, you do it quietly but you still let out a decent woof, especially considering it's your first time doing it.

They lean over, clipping the leash to the hook on your choker collar.

"You did such a good job, puppy. I'm so proud of my little dog."

[stirthewaters]

I Love You

SUMMARY: After being somewhat neglected by Wednesday, you head to the library, deciding on self harm to make sure that you won't remember, and you won't feel anything.

WARNINGS: Angst, self harm, descriptions of gore, mentions of suicide, attempted suicide, trauma, child abuse

A/N: SEND IN THEM REQUESTS! Personally I think this story concludes itself but if you guys want more than lmk

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You can tell that your mental health isn't doing so good.

Normally you're feeling good; spending time with your friend group and your girlfriend, listening to music, and taking walks in the evening (even though it's past curfew).

You're a pretty nice person; not over the top with giggles and smiles, but you know what makes you happy and you're comfortable pursuing those things; your friends, Enid, Yoko, Ajax, etc, they make you happy. And of course, your girlfriend, the Wednesday Addams.

When the raven-haired girl arrived at Nevermore, it didn't take long for you to realize that you had completely fallen head over heels for her; her brooding and mysterious personality held you captive, not to mention the fact that she was simply stunning.

The two of you had become friends, having a sharing of horror novels and scary movies, and after a couple times of going to her dorm to watch a new horror film you hadn't seen yet, after a couple of times of her coming over to your dorm to listen to a new rock album, you admitted your feelings, and to your surprise, she had returned them; albeit a bit hesitantly and stiffly.

But lately, the Hyde had been taking up more and more of your girlfriends time; every afternoon instead of hanging out with you, the raven-haired girl would trek out into the forest in search of clues, and by the time she returned to your dorm, you were asleep.

And sure, you knew that being in a relationship with Wednesday meant that she would be a bit rusty; she had said so herself; more or less that is. When you had confessed your feelings, she had told you that she was currently deep in a case, and that she couldn't be very committed to you, but you had shrugged it off.

And you knew that you had been warned about it, but the fact that aside from school you were hardly seeing your own girlfriend was starting to sting, and knowing that you didn't have any excuse, you'd been starting to feel worse and worse as time crawled by.

So even you have to admit that you're not doing great.

Your routine itself is starting to get repetitive and draining;

Get up in the morning.

Head to class

Finish school for the day

Hang with friends

Go back to dorm for movie with Wednesday

Repeat

Except for scratch the second to last bit; that wasn't really happening anymore.

You've been starting to skip hanging out with Enid; what you truly longed for was the hesitant touch of your girlfriend as you watched a movie, one hand around your shoulder, the other stroking your hair.

So you've been taking time to yourself; which admittedly wasn't the best idea for someone with a bad view of themselves and draining mental health, and spending your time in the library.

At first it was fun; you'd dance to the music that you have on your iPod, or listen to a podcast while drawing; but the activity itself has gone dull, and you're starting to feel depressed.

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After school, you head for Ophelia Hall. At this point, it's instinct, except for the noticeable differences in your attitude and appearance. Your steps are heavier, your hood pulled over your head, and your typical perky expression is nowhere to be found.

You hesitate when you arrive at the door to Wednesday and Enid's dorm. You can hear muffled voices inside; they're arguing. Now normally you would be expecting this; the roommates arguments never tend to be too serious; but this time you hear your name slipping in and out of the conversation.

"You could at least spend one night with her!" Enid. She seems noticeably upset.

"She understands why I can't. I'm too deep in the case to take a break," Wednesday snarks back.

"You don't know everything about her, Wednesday. She's acting different lately," Enid snaps. "As someone who actually tries to spend time with her, I would know."

Turning on your heel, you head for the library. Of course, she assumes that you're fine. Wednesday doesn't do emotions. But it stings to see that your girlfriend is dismissing how you're feeling. Feeling tightness clawing at your chest, your footsteps becoming brisker as you hurry to get to the library before you start crying; you hate crying.

Once in the library, you feel your head aching as you want the feeling out. You want to feel nothing. You'd try to commit suicide, but you know you're not brave enough for that. You bury yourself in the farthest corner of the room, causing two vampires to scuttle away.

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"Come on, can we at least just have dinner together or something?" You plead to your father, who sits on the couch, bottle of beer in his hand as he scowls at the TV facing him. "Get out of the way, I'm trying to watch my show," he snaps, gesturing angrily with his hands. "Some father you are," you scoff, turning on your heel to leave.

"What was that, young lady?" Your father growls, grabbing the hem of your shirt to yank you backward. "I said you're a bad father. Want me to repeat?" You snap, anger broiling. Your father stands, expression crude and menacing. "Say that again," he growls. Too angry and bitter to hold back, you attempt to push him away, but he grabs your hands and shoves you backwards and into the wall, sending multiple picture frames shattering to the floor.

You look at your hands in horror as blood begins to flow. Angry and scared, you pull yourself to your feet, trying to back away, but your father continues to advance, lifting his fist to swing.

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Snapped into reality, you realize that you've been breathing so hard that you're light headed, and your cheeks are wet. You shake your head. Crying is bad.

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"Stop crying for God's sake, it's really getting on my nerves," your father snaps at you, flicking on the light switch in your room. "Crying is for the weak. Crying is for babies. Got that? Are you a baby?" He growls, glaring at your crying form in bed. Wiping your tears, you shake your head, trying not to let your watering eyes overflow. He slams the door closed, turning off the light, and you wrap yourself in your blankets, sobbing silently, trying desperately not to let your clawing fear get the better of you.

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You need these feelings out. Out. You want to feel nothing. You're not worth loving. You are weak, you are pathetic. You shakily open your backpack, taking out a long glinting hunk of metal; a pocketknife.

Ignoring the pain, you let out a shaky laugh in spite of yourself as you dig the blade under your skin, dragging it along the length of your arm. The cut, although not deep, ranges from your wrist to your elbow, and you smile at the sight of the blood dripping from it; it's so pretty. You dip your finger into the blood, smearing it all over your hand as you marvel at the sheer beauty of the color itself.

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Wednesday knows. She knows. After her heated discussion with Enid, she realized that she had been an unfaithful girlfriend, and she wanted to kick herself. Sure, she wasn't the best at detecting others emotions, but even she had to admit that she was being negligent, and hadn't taken the time to notice the change in your behavior.

So instead of mapping out the woods to execute the location of the Hyde, she decides to find you and perhaps take a walk instead; something that you've been asking to do for a while.

"Where's Y/N?" Wednesday asks when she finds Enid and your group of friends in the quad. This is where she expected you to be, and she's a bit surprised that you aren't.

"Finally taking my advice, hmm bestie?" Enid grins at her.

"I don't have time for games. Where is she?" Wednesday rolls her eyes. Enid shrugs.

"I'd check the library. She's been going there more often."

Wednesday turns on her heel, not bothering to thank her, and strides quickly for the library.

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By the time you've found the pain pretty much unbearable, you have a museum of different cuts up and down your arm, and you're holding back tears. Somehow it's having the opposite affect of what you've intended. On the bright side, you now have a pool of that beautiful blood surrounding you as you sit on the floor, breaths shallow with the effort of suppressing your emotions.

When you hear the clomping of boots entering the library; you're positive it's a hallucination, and you look up with a loose and tired smile to see Wednesday standing in front of you, her typical deadpan expression replaced with one of shock.

"Hey Wens," you giggle, clearly affected by the amount of blood you've lost. "Come to kiss me?"

She drops to her knees, looking at you. She looks angry, but her eyes are glistening with tears as she rips out part of her sleeve to start making a tourniquet.

"You foolish idiot," she mumbles harshly, "why would you do this to yourself?"

You laugh again, voice slurred.

"I miss you Wednesday. Like I realllllyyy miss you. But I can't complain because complaining is for weakness," you're starting to become dizzy, mixing up reality with memory.

"Don't close your eyes," Wednesday spits, hauling you to your feet. "If you die, I will kill you."

Unable to stand, you look at her with another tired smile.

"Love you..." you groan, head swimming as you see Wednesday shout something unintelligible, pitched abruptly into darkness as a tear slips from your eye.

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Wednesday is furious with you, and, though she will never admit it, scared. What kind of an idiot decides to hide in a library to harm themselves? If she had ever expected self harm from you, she would've assumed it would be in a secluded part of Nevermore.

As she carries your limp body through the halls toward the nurse, she glances anxiously at you as she plows through the crowd; this is all her fault and she knows it. Students stand and gawk at your form trailing blood as she races into the nurses office.

"Fix her," she chokes out. "Now."

As the nurse gets to work bandaging your scarred and bloody arms, she sits anxiously in a chair she dragged up beside the cot they laid you in, glancing back and forth between the heart monitor and you, holding your hand as she strokes it softly with her thumb, angry with herself for being so ignorant.

She knew that you had been hesitant to tell her about your past before, but at this point she's going to have to get you to admit what. After knowing so much about psychology all these years, she can tell that you're either doing this for attention or doing this for some other reason; and the latter seams more reasonable for you.

Nights and days go by. The nurses start making less frequent checks, assuring her that you'll be fine. She can't help but wait anxiously for you to wake up, eating only when Enid and Ajax come with food for her since she refuses to leave your side.

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When you wake, you're greeted with the sight of Wednesday sitting beside you, looking at you with anxious eyes. You smile wearily.

"Hey Wednesday."

[artistic-endchamber]

Untitled Ship Files - 001

♥ Yuno Grinberryall x Giana Silverstone (Oc) ♥

♥ 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙮: 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 ♥

•❣•୨୧ "It feels like... I'm falling in love all over again.." ୨୧•❣•

A special thanks to @hybridanafrost for being enthusiastic about this!!

‘Do I have a yellow pen..?’

'No… I don’t think I do.’

Giana sighed, looking up at the sky momentarily before she looked back down. It was an off day, and she didn’t have much to do. She had finished her research for the day, and had nothing else to do. That’s how she ended up in the courtyard, underneath a tree.

She reached for her small pouch filled with ink pens – hoping to find a color other than black. After a bit of rumbling around lazily with one arm; she found it a green pen. She shook it a tiny bit to get the ink moving and pressed it onto her hand. With complete focus, she began coloring in the leaves placed with the vine pattern she had drawn onto her skin just a while ago. She filled in one after the other without blinking or moving for even a second. This was a habit of hers. She had to draw or do something to get her brain working, she just couldn’t have it any other way. Leaving her without anything creative to do was like leaving a man without food and water for a week – She swore it would kill her. She had to do something to get her creativity out; so she was doing this. She was drawing on her hand. ‘Next… The flowers. Red petals should be good, I think.’

Her hands moved to her pouch again, rustling around only a little bit to find a red pen. She repeated the same process, shaking it before starting. She took note of how every flower had four petals – and how the ones that didn’t she would be coloring with blue instead of red. ‘If I don’t have yellow.. What should I color the cent-’

“Hey,” This time, her thoughts were interrupted by a voice. The voice was a masculine one, and one she recognized. She looked up slowly, blinking. “Hey, Yuno.” She smiled softly as the tall, black-haired man crouched down to sit next to her. He pressed his back against the tree and looked up at the sky and she went on to scribble on her hand again. He noticed this, and stared at the design momentarily before making a remark–

“That looks nice.” She looked up at him and stayed quiet for a few seconds. She opened her lips and mumbled a “thanks” before she looked back down at her hand. But this time, she didn’t continue drawing or coloring. Yuno raised an eyebrow, this was the quietest she had ever been, other than their first meeting – and he wondered why. He noticed Giana swallow thickly before she spoke again. “I used to draw on my old best friend's hand all the time. He would draw on mine, too. We would always leave with each other’s drawings visible on our hands.” With how fast she spoke, it felt like she was just blurting the little tidbit out to Yuno, rather than her just talking normally. He took a second to process her blurb but nodded after he was done; responding with an “I see.” Giana nodded yet again before she went back to drawing, and Yuno watched her. It took about 5 minutes for him to come up with something else to say. It was usually Giana who talked and dragged him into the silliest things – he was only now realizing how hard her job actually was.

“Here, Let me draw on your hand.” He started off on a soft tone, looking down at her. His gaze was met when she stared up at him with a blank expression and then blinked. “Or would you rather prefer to draw on m-” “No, No, Yuno. I would love to draw on your hand.” Giana smiled softly, which made Yuno feel better. At least she wasn’t as down as she had seemed at first… She was just quiet, is all. He let his hand out, and Giana handed him a black ink pen. He took it in his right hand and held her hand in his left. This hand was Giana’s blank hand, so he was able to start fresh. The red-haired girl informed him to shake the pen first – and so he did. He shook it before he bent down and pressed down onto her skin, starting with a small, four-leaf clover in the center. “Like your grimoire?” Giana raised an eyebrow before she questioned him. She was curious about his plans, but that was all she asked.  Yuno was silent at first. He looked up at her and sat back up, only to kiss the tip of Giana’s nose and bend back down yet again.

“Don’t worry, love. You’ll see. And I promise, I won’t disappoint.”

[color-craz]

Good game and good fight everyone! This is another compilation of all the artworks I've made since my Midweek Post + Artist commentary. A significant less amount than last time because I got hit with that Burnout Special soon after. Speaking of that, everyone give a Huge Thank you to @mouwuma for doing the lineart and coloring of my sona!! (I owe them bigtime b/c I was NOT drawing that complicated ass outfit for a third time). Please give them some love or financial compensation! Without further ado, let finish this!

@twidaisi I had to get Twi back for that attack of Compact!! So I decided to do the character that was on my bookmarks as revenge!! I went a different route on him than I usually do (The neckless style again) because I thought it would fit his build better than if I did give him a neck. It was fun doing this cartoony lad who totally isn't committing fraud and medical malpractice!! (That license is totally valid I swear)

@goatpaste I always loved loved loved Sammi's fan JJBA part with Holly and just have been a big fan of his in general, so when I realized he was on AF I knew I had to draw at least one of them!! I picked Roxanne because she is just so pretty and her lore is just really really neat! Fun fact, I sneaked in a I.M.P at the last minute because the top half of the canvas was feeling empty and then remembered stands can partially show themselves. Overall a lovely design so such a neat character!

@salezmanradioz Polyblank was actually in my bookmarks since the beginning of AF! I ended up seeing them right before it started and saved it until now. This also another character that I read into the lore for him and god it's really really intriguing! I had to hold myself back from putting more people into this one because I had other things I needed to do. Polyblank is such a lad and I liked doing their face + colored lineart. (P.S Check out this character playlist it's BANGIN)

@lovelandfrogofficial A little backstory here, once I logged back into AF after posing the Midweek Roundup I found myself hit with four attacks!! Two revenges and two surprises! Cryptid's being one of the surprises, so I felt like I had to give some art in return. I picked out Valentine because he had very few attacks and I had an idea from reading his character desc (A kid like him would definitely dramatically pose inside of a coffin). It was an experience doing the lace and adding the roses (Which was actually a last minute decision, thank godness it turned out so well) but overall I like the look of this one!

SunshineCo225 Their attack of Underscore was my second surprise attack of this year, so I chose Elie of Dicey Dungeons to revenge with! I actually do quite enjoy DD so I went with a location I personally liked from it, which was the library stage. It ended up working out well since Elie's greens and yellows give a wonderful contrast to the reds and blues. I gave her a hammer since her daggers can transform into other weapons which is really cool :>. Honestly the contrast, pose and lighting makes this attack my favorite out of this batch.

@prizebubble A friend of mine attacked one of Nep2ne's charaters, which inspired me to do one of my own as well. A double whammy if you will! The idea behind this one is Kit ripping through AF to cause chaos so this one is transparent. It was lovely doing the patterns and stitching on Kit, it was like I was decorating her myself! Overall just a nice quick one with such a rambunctious looking character.

@mouwuma Me going "Oh I can't participate in AF this year" and then hitting you with an attack should be tradition at this point, it's happened like twice now. Anyway, this one is a Double Whammy of Dop & Ninian, they come from completely separate universes but Dop is a gigantic, pretentious nerd. And I thought it would be funny for them to be rambling about Ninian, a Pokemon fan character of theirs, and make up a fake amiibo pose for him. I felt like I had to do one for how much I pestered you to put Dop on AF so here it is!! (Fun Fact, Pokemon doesn't have an official amiibo line like Mario does. All the Pokemon amiibos are exclusively for the Smash Bros line. Nintendo is losing out big time here.)

@skittisketch My final attack of the year! This one almost didn't get made at all (So thank Jesse next time you talk to him). The ref described Skitti as a "wandering artist" so I thought her walking around a park for inspiration would fit her nicely. I could've simplified the background but god dammit I had sketched it already I had to go all in! (Even if I was on a bit of a time crunch). Overall a good work to finish of this year's Art Fight with!

Honest to god I didn't even expect myself to get out as many attacks as I did for this second half. So I'm quite proud of myself for that one! This was an ArtFight of trials and tribulations, but I finished this year off with 862.75 points! Thank you to everyone who gave me art this year and one more Thank you to mouwuma for doing the art for me (And for being such a good friend!)

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to collapse before school starts ;-;.

-Gappy, A Very Tired Witch