#i need to choose another green for sketches...

[prostocupoftea]

im doing some not-au animatics so have this (with sound)

[bri-cheeses]

| May 12th | Prompt: Kiss | Word Count: 827 | @rosekillermicrofic |

“Barty,” Evan whined, stretching a hand up to where Barty was dangling Evan’s notebook over his head, “give it back!”

Barty grinned and raised the notebook higher. “Why d’you want it so much? Got something in here you don’t want me to see?”

The truth is, Evan did have something in there he didn’t want Barty to see—countless sketches of quick green eyes, a slim nose, a devilish grin, and beautiful brown hair. Which, of course, all came together to form drawings of the boy in front of him, who could open the notebook at any time and see those mortifying doodles.

So, he did one of the things he did best.

“No,” Evan lied. It came out only slightly unconvincing.

“You know what?” Barty’s thoughtful tone of voice caused Evan’s stomach to sink. “I think that you do have something in here you don’t want me to see.”

Evan sucked in a breath. “Barty.” His voice was low and dangerous. “I swear to Merlin, if you don’t give me that notebook right now—”

“Alright, alright, relax,” Barty laughed. Evan had always loved his laugh, but he wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t make him feel slightly nervous at this specific moment in time.

“I propose a trade,” continued Barty. “You give me something, and I’ll give the notebook back.”

Narrowing his eyes at him, Evan gave Barty an assessing look. It was very likely he was telling the truth and that he really would give Evan’s notebook back, but it was almost as equally likely that he wouldn’t. So Evan considered the risk, weighing both options in his head, then made his decision.

“What would I have to give you in return?” He asked.

Barty’s eyes gleamed.

“You’d have to give me…” he paused, ever the one for dramatics, “….a kiss.”

Evan felt his eyes widen, and he felt the need to check if his ears were working properly. “Sorry?”

“I said, you’d have to give me a kiss.”

“And—” Evan paused, “and why would you want me to give you a kiss?”

Barty’s expression grew more serious. The way he held eye contact with him made Evan blush, a rush of heat warming his face.

“I think you know why,” Barty said. His voice was intense and filled the space between them easily. Evan blushed harder.

“Then I suppose… that I would like that trade.” Evan winced at his words; he sounded like an idiot. But, after all, he was an idiot—just a love-struck one.

Barty’s grin returned and he swayed forward slightly, arm lowering the notebook. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Good question. What was Evan waiting for? Barty was here, right in front of him, and he wanted a kiss from Evan.

So Evan grabbed the collar of Barty’s shirt and tugged him forward, bringing his mouth down to his own.

Barty’s lips were soft and demanding as he stretched out his hands to grab Evan’s waist, then pulled his body towards his own. His strong grip caused an explosion of uninvited butterflies in Evan’s stomach.

Evan reached up a hand and threaded it through Barty’s hair, gasping against his lips. His eyes were closed, but he could feel Barty’s desire in the way that he kissed—hard, explorative, and all-consuming.

Evan could’ve stayed there for hours, but they inevitably broke apart from one another some time later.

But Evan didn’t open his eyes, instead choosing to lean his forehead against Barty’s for several seconds afterwards. He had the worst feeling that this would all turn out to be some cruel joke Barty had decided to play, just to see how things would turn out. Evan was afraid that if he opened his eyes, everything would simply slip away, the way dreams did after waking up in the morning.

“Evan,” Barty whispered. His mouth was still close enough to Evan’s that he could feel him speaking. “Look at me.”

Despite his apprehension, Evan lifted his head and opened his eyes shyly.

Barty’s beautiful face greeted him, his expression wrought with wonder. He looked slightly dazed, too, and Evan realized with no small amount of pleasure that Barty was still clinging to him tightly.

“Bee,” he breathed, looking into Barty’s eyes.

Barty seemed to share the unspoken sentiment and his mouth curved into a soft smile.

“I’ve been waiting ages to do that,” Barty confessed.

Evan mirrored his smile, an intense feeling of joy spreading out from his middle and to the tips of his fingers and toes.

“Me too,” he said. Then he added playfully, “We should do that more often.”

Barty huffed a small laugh and, using his convenient hand placement on Evan’s hips, tugged him forward until their chests were a hairbreadth from touching.

“I think,” he said lowly, lowering his mouth until he was murmuring against Evan’s lips, “that you are correct.”

And then he crashed their lips together once more, clearly eager to start testing Evan’s theory.

[vodika-vibes]

Hello! Congratulations on another follow event!! That is so awesome!!🎉🎉

I was looking at the list of AUs that you write out, and was wondering if you could write a Fairytale AU with Wrecker please? And the ball could be a masquerade which would add onto the not knowing who the slipper belongs to mystery! This would also be with a gender neutral reader please!

Masquerade

Summary: You’ve been pushing off your marriage for as long as you can. But your uncle has finally gotten fed up with your procrastination. He holds a massive ball, in the hopes that you might find a partner. You don’t have any control over the party…but you can demand that it’s a masquerade.

Pairing: Pre Wrecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 2648

Prompt: Cinderella AU

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Alright! I wasn't sure, for a long time, as to how to write this, but I think I just needed to write something that wasn't an AU to get something out that I liked. I hope you like it!

The room is filled with people clad in stunning gowns, intricate suits, and glittering masks in every shade of color known to man. Flowers have been picked from the gardens, woven together, and wrapped around the pillars around the dance floor filling the room with a soft floral scent that you would normally enjoy.

But, from where you’re standing near the refreshment table, nursing a fruity drink that’s so sweet that a single sip made you nauseous, you can’t help but think that the people here look like glittering bugs.

And all of them, every single one, are here on the off chance that they will impress you enough for you to marry them.

Disgusting.

You set your glass back on the table, smooth the skirt of your leaf green dress, and absently ensure that your mask (designed to look like different flowers and vines) is still attached to your face, and then you turn to the crowd.

No one will recognize you, that was the whole point of the masquerade, maybe you’ll find someone interesting enough to talk to. You’re not going to hold your breath though, in your experience, nobility is incredibly vapid and shallow.

Honestly, you’d have a more interesting conversation with the orchids in the garden.

Still, if you don’t even try, you’re uncle will throw the mother of all fits, and then choose a partner for you, and you’d sooner throw yourself into a river than allow that to happen.

So you plaster a fake smile on your face and start weaving through the crowd.

A few people stop your wandering so they can talk to you, though when the conversation turns to you, well not you, but to the crowned princess (who is you, but they don’t know that), you excuse yourself. Especially when they start insulting you.

You really don’t need to hear how people think that you’re lazy or entitled or how ‘when I’m chosen I’ll put her in her place’. 

Yeah, not going to happen. Ever.

Eventually, you find yourself sitting on the balcony overlooking the gardens. It’s a nice evening, not so hot that it’s sticky and miserable outside, but not so cold that you need a shawl to stay warm. You can still hear the music from outside, but no one else is outside with you.

Of course not. They expect the Princess to be inside.

You tilt your head back so you’re able to watch the stars. You trace constellations with your eyes, your gaze darting from one to the next, the myriad of stories racing through your mind as you find each constellation.

You’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of footsteps on the balcony, and you lower your head to see who’s joined you outside.

A man.

Clad in a white suit and wearing a mask that almost looks like it was crafted out of crystal.

He looks surprised to see you, “Apologies,” He says with a sketched bow, “I thought that I’d be alone out here.”

You tilt your head, “The balcony is large enough that we can be alone together.”

He chuckles, a low noise that makes you feel pleasantly warm, and then he sinks onto one of the other benches. You watch him, out of the corner of your eye, as he removes one of his shoes and massages his feet.

“Do your shoes not fit?” You ask, unable to stop yourself.

“They’re new,” He explains, “My brothers and I got our invitations the day before yesterday.”

You blink at him, startled. That implies that he’s a commoner and that his family won the raffle. “Well, congratulations then. I understand that the raffle was very popular.”

He pauses and glances at you, and then a smile crosses his face, “Thanks. It was actually my older brother who put in the ticket, on behalf of our younger sister. She couldn’t come, she’s too young. But she liked seeing us all dressed up.”

“I bet she did. In my experience, all little girls like dress-up parties.”

He grins at you, “My brother would ask you to cite your sources.”

Your head tilts back as you laugh, genuinely amused, “Oh, very well. My sources are that I was a little girl once.” You grin at him, “I used to sit on my parents' bed when I was little and watch them get ready for parties, it was like magic to me.” You pause, “Of course, then I grew up and I realized how much I hated dressing up myself.”

“Well, you might hate it, but I happen to think that you look amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Like a forest spirit or something.”

You’re glad that you’re wearing a mask, suddenly, so he’s not able to see the flustered flush on your face. “Well, thank you.” You reply as you lightly touch the flower tucked behind your ear, “That was the inspiration.”

“I can tell.” He pauses, “You know, I saw a forest spirit once. I was just a kid, and my siblings swear that I imagined the whole thing, but I know what I saw.”

“You’re lucky they didn’t kidnap you,” You reply.

“Don’t I know it,” He replies with a laugh, “But after that day I always felt more at home in the forests than anywhere else. I like to think that I got a forest spirit’s blessing that day.”

“Maybe you did. They do as they like, after all.” You fall silent for a moment, though you keep glancing at him, “I’m sorry,” You finally burst, “I have to ask, is your mask made of crystal?”

He looks surprised for a moment, but then he grins, “Sure is. The mask was sold with the suit. Even the shoes are meant to look like crystal.”

You lean over slightly to look at his shoes, “Well, no wonder they’re so uncomfortable,” You marvel, “How did they manage that, I wonder?”

“No idea, but the salesman was thrilled to shove both of them on me for cheap. They’re pretty comfortable, I keep forgetting that I’m wearing a mask at all.”

“Well, that’s a good thing, isn’t it? The whole point of today is the masquerade.”

“I thought the whole point was for the Princess to find a partner,” The man jokes.

You tilt your head, “Is that why you’re here? To marry the Princess?”

“I’m sure the princess wouldn’t be interested in someone like me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Well, I’m kind of big. And a little rough around the edges. I don’t know the princess, only ever seen her on the holo, but she’s always seemed so dignified and put together. And, like, serene I guess.”

“Sounds like you admire her,” You murmur.

“I do admire her. After the King died and the Queen retreated from the public eye, people expected her to quail under the attention suddenly focused on her, but she didn’t. She stood firm and took all of the scrutiny. She was just a kid, it was…impressive.”

A small smile pulls on your lips, “You’re one of the few people here who have something nice to say about the princess.”

“Yeah, well…” He rubs the back of his neck, “I might have crushed on her, bad, when I was a kid.”

Your smile widens, “That’s cute.”

His face flushes, at least, the part you can see under the mask, “She looked like she could use a friend and a protector, and I figured I could be both. But I grew out of it.”

He glances at you, and his flush deepens at the look of amusement on your face, “A-anyway, isn’t that why you’re here? To marry the Princess?”

“Hm? Oh.” You lean back on the bench, “No, I’m here because my Uncle insisted. If I had my way, I wouldn’t be here at all, alas—”

“Do you not like the princess?”

“Hm…more like I don’t like the idea of marrying someone I don’t know.” You reply.

“I suppose that makes sense.” He folds his arms, “Do you think the Princess is happy for all of this?” He tilts his head back towards the ballroom.

You hum thoughtfully, “I wouldn’t be, in her shoes.” You absently smooth your skirt again, and then you stand, “Would you like to dance?”

“What? Here?”

You shrug, “Why not? The music is loud enough, and we don’t have to worry about people bumping into us.”

He stares at you a moment longer, and then he smiles and stands, “Alright. I’d love to dance.” He stands and offers you his hand, and you eagerly place your hand into his, “I should warn you, I’ve never danced before.”

“That’s alright, I’m sure I’ve had enough lessons to make up for it.” You joke as he, hesitantly, places his hand on your waist. You beam up at him, “I’m sure you’ll do great.”

The pair of you dance for hours, or so it seems. With you teaching him how to move and where to place his hands, and having genial conversation when you take breaks.

You quickly realize that you like him.

Genuinely like him.

You still don’t like the idea of marrying someone you don’t know, but if it’s him then maybe it won’t be so bad.

And then the party ends, and he’s gone and you never got his name. And all that’s left of his presence is the lingering warmth in your hand from where his hand had been wrapped around yours, and the crystalline mask that you found near a side exit half an hour after he left.

Thoughtfully, you bring the mask to your bedroom and set it on your dresser as you change out of your costume, your mind racing.

There aren’t many tailors who make masks, so tracking who made his mask will be easy enough. And, hopefully, the tailor will remember who bought the mask.

You hope so.

You finish donning your sleepwear and lightly trail a finger across the crystal of the mask. A smile crosses your face. Yes. He’s your choice. And if your uncle doesn’t like it…well, you’re over 18 and no longer need a regent. If he doesn’t like it, then he can pound sand.

It’s been three weeks since the masquerade, and Wrecker is still kicking himself for losing his mask. He knows that he must have dropped it at the palace, but it’s not like he can just show up and ask if he can look for it.

It’s a shame since Omega wanted to collect the masks.

Oh well, that’s life he supposes.

He runs his hand over his head as he heads downstairs, he lightly ruffles Omega’s hair, pulling a disgruntled noise from her, and then wanders into the kitchen where Echo and Fives are cooking breakfast.

Or, well, Fives is cooking breakfast and Echo is making coffee.

“Smells good,” Wrecker mumbles.

“It's better than good, the eggs are fresh and Crosshair made the bread this morning.” Fives replies.

“Crosshair did?”

“He’s working through some anger issues,” Echo pipes up, “We have lots of dough.”

“Oh. Well…good.”

“Morning,” Tech says as he walks into the room, clearly having been awake for hours now, “Have you heard the news?”

“No,”

“Nope.”

“I just woke up.”

Echo, Fives, and Wrecker speak in unison, causing Tech to blink at them. “Ah. Well, the Crowned Regent has been forcibly removed from the Throne. And the Crowned Princess was Coronated late last night. So she is Queen now.”

“Shouldn’t there have been a celebration?” Echo asks.

“I am sure that there are reasons—” Tech starts, only to pause as the doorbell rings.

“I got it!” Omega shouts, and then she scrapes her chair against the floor and they listen to her run to the front door, “Yes? Can we help yo—” Omega stops midsentence, and then she runs to the kitchen door, “Um.”

“What’s wrong, Meg?” Fives asks.

“The Queen is at the door. With her entourage.”

No one moves for a moment, and then they all start moving at the same time, scrambling into the living room with a frantic energy. The new Queen is standing in the foyer, thoughtfully looking at a picture of the group of brothers.

“Your Majesty,” Tech blurts, bowing deeply, “You honor us with your presence.”

She pauses and turns to look at them, a small smile on her face, and Wrecker is suddenly struck with the realization that he knows that smile. He spent hours with the woman who had the same smile.

“Please,” The Queen faces them properly, “There’s no need for that. I apologize for arriving so early.”

Wrecker stares at the Queen, his jaw slightly dropped. If the smile wasn’t proof enough, the voice was. She’s the person he spent the evening dancing with.

He confessed about his crush on the princess to the princess. Wrecker groans and presses his hand over his face, “You couldn’t have told me who you were?”

She laughs, “Well, that would have ruined the masquerade aspect, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I was talking about you. To your face.”

“At least it was all kind things, most everyone else was mean.” She says reassuringly.

Wrecker drops his hand away from his face, “Can I ask why you’re here?”

She releases a little hum and pulls something out of her bag, and Wrecker realizes that it’s his mask, “You left this behind. I’m glad you did, honestly, it would have been hard to find you without it.” She offers him the mask, and Wrecker takes it.

“Thank you, I was worried I’d never see it again.”

She beams at him, “Your name is Wrecker, yes? The Tailor told me.”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

Her smile widens, “I am not looking for a spouse, Wrecker. The idea of marriage makes me want to run screaming for the hills, however, my uncle filled the palace with people who support him, and I find myself in need of skilled bodyguards.”

“...are you offering us a job?” Fives asks.

“If you’re agreeable to the idea.” She replies, “In the last week there have been no less than three assassination attempts.”

“We have a lot of brothers,” Hunter says from the back door, “I’m sure we can make things safe for you.”

“You have my gratitude.” She turns to the man standing behind her, “Lesian, if you would?”

“Of course, your Majesty.” The man bows, and then pulls some paper from a bag he’s carrying, “I have some paperwork that you all should look over.”

Wrecker watches as his brothers follow the older man out of the living room, and then flickers his gaze back to the Queen. Her attention is focused back on the pictures on the walls, and he can’t help but think that she looks very lonely.

“Those were taken at the beach three years ago, I think.” Wrecker explains, “Hunter had just gotten custody of Omega, she was so small at the time.”

“I’ve never been.”

“To the beach?”

“Yeah. Father always promised to bring me one day, but after he died it just never happened.”

“I’ll bring you.”

She laughs, “Will you now?”

“Absolutely.” Wrecker folds his arms, “I know you said you’re not looking for a husband, but how about a friend?”

She turns to look at him, surprise clear on her face, and then she smiles at him, soft and warm, “I’ve never had a friend before.”

“That’s alright, I can teach you how it’s done.” Wrecker grins, “And if friendship turns into something more, well…that’s okay too, right?”

At that, she laughs. “So, that little crush on me-?”

“Didn’t fade as much as I thought.” He shrugs, “Luckily, I’m a patient man. Now, I have paperwork I need to fill out. Would you like to have breakfast with us?”

A blinding smile crosses her face, and Wrecker realizes that he’s in love with her, “It would be my honor, Wrecker.”

[marte-14]

The Heroes without Courage

<Hero of Space/Hero of Lorule

Finally we have the three successors of the Hero of Space, the one who got affected by the absence of the Triforce and the ones who had to bring it back.

(unrelated note, tumblr makes some colours more saturated, especially purple and green, it's a bit of an issue in this sketches in particular. Any advice on how to fix this?)

Hero of Hope

We already all know this man, he doesn't need big introductions.

He has been on two advetures, which are the games he appears in.

Just like in the canon LU, before his this new adventure, Hope was "house sitting" in Legend's home, but he got an urgent message from Hilda, asking him to come back to Lorule.

(Legend don't worry, he left Sheerow in charge)

Hilda was worried for this new portals that were appearing around, so went to check them out.

That is how he met the other Heros, to which he wasn't really surprised, thanks to Legend's letters.

Unlike Legend, who doesn't want to be a leader, Hope got that role pretty naturally.

He and Astral a pretty close and make a good duo.

Astral is good strategist and leader in battle, but he doesn't have a welcoming aura, so Ravio takes care of the more "emotional" side of things.

He maintains the peace in the groups, everyone goes to him when they need to talk.

While he has insecurities about his role as a hero, and he still calls himself a coward, he got a lot better since his first adveture.

He is pretty close to everyone.

He still talks to Space, even if there is ttension between them after it was revealed that he was the one who destroyed the Triforce.

Hope and the other two heroes without courage are all very close, since they bonded over their shared experiences and insecurities.

Hero of Midday

The Hero of Midday is Twilight's Ravio.

He was adopted by a famous noble family of knights when he was a baby.

Unlike Twilight, he was raised in a big city to become part royal guard. Which became even more an expectation once it was discovered that he is an Hero of Lorule.

Unfortunately, Midday never showed interest in knighthood, prefering a more accademic life.

His parents left him advange more and more his studies, even if he had to choose Political Sciences as his specialization, which is very useful to him.

His parent's were less happy about his swords skills, while he can use sword, he is lazy when it comes to physical training and prefers to leave the monster fighting to others.

One day he was called by his Hilda.

She had a vision: the Triforce was brought back to their world, thanks to the actions of another Hero (Hope) in another timeline, which saved their Universe from collapsing.

Midday had to go in the Light Realm get it back before Yuga (court sorcerer turned traitor years prirors) got his hands on it.

Like the Twilight realm, in the Light realm humans transform.

Midday transforms in a big montain goat, which is very useful since he had to scale a montain to get to the Triforce.

He has silver tongue, which helps him respond when someone calls him a coward, but he is still very affected by the negative comments.

During his adveture he met the Hero of Space and discovered that they are related by blood. This didn't help with is insecurities, since he feels that he is only a dissapointment.

When he meets the other Ravios he gets pretty close with everyone but Space. He doesn't even reveal that they are related.

Their bond breaks complitely once he discovers that it was Space who destroyed the Triforce.

Twilight and Midday envy eachothers transformations.

While Midday isn't an Ordonian goat, he is at least a goat.

Midday loves wolves and dogs, he would like to be one.

Hero of Gale/Sirocco

I don't have much on Wind's Ravio for the moment, mainly because I haven't decided if his Lorule is an ocean or a desert.

His quest also started because he had to find the Triforce.

Unlike Wind, he his a bit expressionless but he talks a lot.

He doesn't have an high opinion of the King's of Lorule, since they decided to destroy the Triforce and for that motive his world was drastically changed.

He and Wind would be good friends, getting in a lot of messes together

[hyunverse]

the first time hwang hyunjin tells you he loves you.

gender neutral reader. fluff, drabble. no warnings. 606 words.

the first time hyunjin told you he loves you is sudden, unexpected — much like the way you fell in love with him.

it slips from his mouth at a moment he felt overjoyed. so consumed with love that everything else in the world feels non-existent. just you, him, and the green-yellow plains stretched behind you.

you're sitting cross-legged on a checkered blanket, a daisy tucked on your ear. posing for him, as he sits in front of you, sketch book in hand and a brush between frail fingers. he's trying his best to paint you, tilting his head and all, tongue slightly peeking out from outmost focus. it's endearing — the way he's set on painting you accurately. "i want it to be as beautiful as you are in my eyes, want to do you justice."

"i can't hold this pose for long, jinnie!" you giggle, hand dramatically placed on the side of your head.

hyunjin rolls his eyes, "who told you to choose such a hard pose?"

"shush. just hurry up and finish the painting! i want to go pick more flowers after."

"just wait," he breathes out, eyes switching from the sketch to you from time to time, "can't quite get the colour of your eyes right."

you theatrically gasp, "i'm your lover! yet you cannot even paint my eyes right?"

"shut up," he says, "it's hard!"

you shuffle closer to him, placing the book down and taking his hands in yours. hyunjin's eyes furrow in confusion, though he gives in to you. you clasp his hands to your face, nearing your face to his.

"okay, here! look me in the eyes for a really long time, maybe you'll get it right then."

his face contorts into confusion, then he bursts out into laughters. it shouldn't be this funny, no — but something about the situation makes him happy. the kind of happy that he couldn't help but laugh about it.

you keep nearing your face to his, making faces while you're at it. he does the same, crinkles under his eyes from scrunching his face. both his thumbs graze your cheeks, stroking them in circles.

"can you get it right now?"

"mm," he pouts, as if pondering, "maybe, need to stare at you a little more."

"yeah?" you tilt your head, eyes looking straight into his chocolate ones, "little more, yeah?"

it's just you and him now. the rest of the world doesn't matter — he couldn't even see them. as if you're on portrait mode, the rest of the world blurs and you're the focus.

you pull yet another face at him, one that has you sticking your tongue out. for some odd reason, he finds it so hilarious that he breaks into a boisterous laugh. the kind which has him throwing his head back, clutching both his hands on his stomach.

you miss the sensation of his fingertips against your cheeks.

"it wasn't even that funny!"

"but it was! oh my god," he manages to say between laughters, "oh my god, i love you."

the eight letters slip past his lips without notice.

easily. tenderly. endearingly. sincerely. genuinely. meaningfully.

at your silence, he falls silent too. blinking, only now noticing what he had just said.

he means it, of course. just that he didn't even realize until he had said it.

"jinnie —"

"i mean it."

hyunjin's admiring you lovingly, and with a glimpse of hope in his eyes. you look at him right back, the same fondness in yours.

"i love you too."

the first time hyunjin tells you he loves you is raw, real — much like his feelings for you.

[twost3ps]

I wanna make some hazbin x scott pilgrim au inspired art where Adam is Ramona and Lucifur is Scott

The scenario is this:

After adam dies and comes back as a sinner, after all that angst, all that trial and error, Lucifur makes moves on Adam and finally, FINALLY, gets him to say yes to a relationship.

Man thought it was over.

Lucifur: Adam, I'm so glad you're finally mine ☺️

Adam: Um.. about that...

Lucifur: what?

Adam: you need to fight my seven exes....

Lucifur: what????

And then Lucifur has to fight Adam's exes as said before and it goes from easy to hard and I giggle in my seat.

My roster is this- easiest to hardest, why im choosing them:

7- Mammon (greedyguitar/firstchristmas)- I think this ship is hilarious and I feel like it :3 it would make Luci be like: WHAT??? HOW??? They met on an extermination day, found eachother funny and had a good fling for a while. They're still good friends actually and when Adam go revived as sinner, he would contact Mammon from time to time without Lucifur knowing

6- ??? -dunno so help me decide :3

5- Eve (edit:edenapple)- this is obvious an a duh the original pookies bro bffr 🙄

4- Azrael (deadlyguitar or deathmetal idk) saw this one. Snatched it. It's mine now I'm gonna love them forever as well. They met when Adam was retrieved from the earth on his death bed. Adam found him kinda hot.

3- Raphael (idk haven't made one yet/maybe greenthumb? Bcz Adam was a farmer and Raphael's color is green)- Idk I just feel like it. Raphael is the angel of healing if I'm not wrong. Healing both physically and spiritually, so Adam went to him for therapy and they kissed cuz I said so.

2- Gabriel (i can't choose between guitaramp or guitarspeaker) - Along with Micheal, he was another oc ship I had in my draft sketches. Couldn't tell you why. Fun dynamic tho for me bcz my Gabriel is a loud mouth gossip. They met in Adam's last years of life and in heaven, Gabriel being Micheal's second in command, met Adam often during his training. They're silly

1- Micheal- it's me... come on... this is my whole account... but i had this boy in my sketches before I revived this account. But yeah, he was Adams friend in Eden, guide and mentor in heaven, and is mad protective of Adam even after the falling out. Also Luci and him need to brawl is for their own good. Love the brother angst ��️

Lucifur is shocked at how many guys Adam has actually dated/been with, and Adam is just openly bisexual. He just doesn't tell anyone, tho or really show it lol

I need to show you guys my interpretations of the archangels like,,,, soon omg... but for now you're gonna have to guess until I make that art hhhh

Idk who to put in for 6 tho...

And before I anyone says Lute or Lilith, I wanna keep the ratio of the 6 guys 1 girl like how it is and I just don't think either fit, atleast for me.

Lilith... nah... I feel like she's a mix of Kim, Envy and Knives in the sense (scotts exes) of this au and for Lute- I just don't ship Guitarspear. Don't get me wrong, it's a great ship but I saw they're dynamic as more of silly dad and his feral child. I like that dynamic way more for them so yea.

But if you have any ideas for who 6 should be either send it to me in asks, comments, dms or any other way cuz I genuinely have no idea who the last person would be :')

I feel like they should be somone with a long history with Adam so no one from the hotel :/ which is why this is so hard to choose 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I was tempted to do st peter (holynotes) for a giant laugh but I don't think so??? Maybe??? BRUH IDK USBEBEHSBSJEKWWK

Please send help I beg 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[green-alm0nd]

GREEN-ALM0ND'S MASTERLIST

Welcome to my blog! I've made this masterlist to sorta 'archive' all of my works :P

If you are new here, hello! My name is Kai/Almond and I write about Star Wars. I love The Bad Batch and The Clone Wars.

• Requests are open (you can message me or ask)

• I write fluff/angst/suggestive but I do NOT write NSFW

• I also write prompts :p

• Enjoy reading! :)

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The Bad Batch

Hunter ->

- Hunter x gn!reader: Winter Break

- Hunter x gn!reader: Bad habits I

- Hunter x gn!reader: I had no idea you could dance

- Hunter x gn!reader: Aftermath

- Hunter x gn!reader: I've got my mind on you

- Dating Hunter would include... (headcanons)

Echo ->

- Echo x gn!reader: Old friends don't forget

- Echo x gn!reader: "You drew stars around my scars"

- Echo x gn!reader: Come back to you

- Echo x gn!reader: Lazy mornings

Wrecker ->

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Tech ->

- Tech x gn!reader: Summertime sadness I II

- Tech x fem!reader: You can't catch me now

- Tech x gn!reader: Hands like home

Crosshair ->

- Crosshair x gn!reader: Just breathe

- Crosshair x gn!reader: Leave a light on

- Crosshair x gn!reader: Bigger picture [Part 1] , [Part 2]

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The Clone Wars

Anakin Skywalker ->

Anakin Skywalker X gn!reader: When Icarus tried to fly away

Anakin Skywalker x gn!reader: If you kiss me, I might let it happen

Captain Rex ->

Captain Rex x Jedi!gn!reader: Let me help you

Arc Trooper Fives ->

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Headcanon list

- The Bad Batch x gn!reader (Headcanons): Love language

- The Bad Batch x gn!reader (Headcanons): Coming home

- The Bad Batch x fem!reader (Headcanons): Platonic uncles

- The Bad Batch x fem!reader (Headcanons): "I could never choose to love another"

- The Bad Batch (+ Rex, Howzer and Fives) x trans!masc!reader: Light in the dark

- The Bad Batch x child!fem reader (Platonic): Adi'ka

- The Bad Batch x gn!reader (Headcanons): Wearing their t-shirt

- The Bad Batch x fem!reader (headcanons): Saving their life

- The Bad Batch x fem!reader (headcanons): (Slow) dancing

- The Bad Batch x gn!reader (headcanons): Cuddling

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You can also check out these two Kieran fanarts I made (Pokémon) | || and you can check this Hunter and Omega sketch I did for the finale! And this Michael Afton fanart I made ^^

If you want to see more of my drawings, feel free to check out my Instagram @/s0etamic_ ^^

PD: Check out Amira's gofoundme, she really needs help!!!

I hope you enjoy reading my works! ^^

Reblogs and shares are highly appreciated!

[crystalizedcryolite]

Hello!! Was reading your fic recently and I'm wondering, what was the inspiration the aliases the colour gang has?

Ah, a wonderful question! :D

Red's name was actually from the comment section of the first chapter. I needed help coming up with a name, and from what I was given, I chose the Greek Name "Proteus"! I'm a sucker for greek mythology <3

Orange’s was a similar case, but this time I had people choose between Sketch and Canvas. Sketch won! Which fit better since they sort of have to sketch out quick drawings to get it done faster while in action.

Yellow- I had no idea. For now he's being called "Y", which is honestly cool, but I'm considering "Hephaestus", but maybe not considering it's lengthy.

Green's was almost going to be Siren, but it felt waaay too similar to other fics I've read from other fandoms. But Songbird seemed fitting, at least! I wanted it to really reference how he's associated with singing.

Blue's was by far the easiest. Witch, because- she's a witch. But witches are also very tricky to deal with! And Blue, even if she's powerless, is also very tricky to deal with.

And I'm not sure if Purple counts as the CG (most definitely not but they are quite important) but I'll share it anyway!

Purple’s alias was always meant to be Aeolus from the start. Another reference to greek mythology, since they seemed like the type to like that stuff! ^^

Thanks for the question! I appreciate it a lot, you have no idea.

[imclimbingthestairsoforthanc]

Dance - Caranthir x Reader

Caranthir couldn't think of anything worse that being trapped on a picnic with you and his insufferable brothers, aside from missing out on some exquisite honey cakes.

Caranthir did not suppress the subtle shudder that coursed through him as he watched you split another one of Amrod’s arrows down the middle with the release of your own from his spot under the dancing boughs of the willow tree. The same caressing wind that lifted your pink dress around your ample thighs bit harshly at his face -  ruddy complexion deepening in the warmth of the afternoon and his clear disdain for the itinerary of the day. The heat was scorching - Caranthir could only imagine what kind of burn he would have later - and his heavy robes did him no favors. The grass tickled his legs even through his thick trousers, and, for the love of Eru, Maglor would not shut up. 

He couldn’t remember what made him agree to coming out here today with you and his brothers. He could only wish he could go back in time to take it back. 

Yes, Caranthir thought, he ought to have stayed home.

But it did him no good reminiscing about what he ought to have done. Even knowing what he knew now, he would have come out here. When you looked at him with those starry eyes and weaved a melody into your question while he watched you put those divine honey cakes you made into a basket for the outing in question, how could he refuse? Those honey cakes came to him few and far between, after all. Besides, Celegorm couldn’t have you all to himself.

Bitterness crept up Caranthir’s throat as he watched his silver-haired brother hold his arm out for your taking. Caranthir tried not to lock his eyes on the pair of you, staring with unnatural pointedness off into the distance. He turned his head the opposite direction when you hiked your skirts to sit criss-cross on the ground under the tree. 

Mindless chatter echoed about the branches above the bunch of you before slipping between the leaves on the tree with the whining wind - trivial things. Caranthir cared not about how you had begun to demonstrate excellence in your work, Yavanna even putting you on par with some of the Maian herbalists, or the new dress that you were having made - deep aqua green silk with golden embroidery on the sleeves and neckline and at the belt - and how it was sure to compliment your sublime figure, or about the suitors that lined themselves at your door. Those were not things he concerned himself with, was the lie he would mutter to himself later that night in the safety of his bedroom, looking a bit too closely at a half-finished sketch that Celegorm drew of you that simply must have gotten mixed up with Caranthir’s things. How else would that drawing end up in his room?

You opened the basket and reached for what was left of the foods you had brought. The honey cakes were gone, and all that was left was an assortment of cheeses and bread, and half the bottle of Alqualonde wine. Caranthir watched you closely as you took a sip straight from the bottle. 

“I don’t care for any of them,” you said after you finished describing your most recently admitted admirer - a burly fellow with an affinity for woodworking, but not really any skill of mind, “Ama says I need to take what I can get, that I have had fine fellows throw themselves at my feet and I ought to be grateful, and that if I don’t hurry up and choose all the eligible bachelors will stop bothering and I’ll end up alone, or with someone artless and maladroit.”

Caranthir averted his eyes. He wasn’t maladroit, and not entirely artless, though needlework wasn’t something that very many men of the Noldor pursued. In his wild fantasies, you would be latching onto his arm as you dismount your horse, alone with you under the willow tree and eating honey cakes while you teased him with your wine-stained lips. Suitors would not be part of the picture.

Maglor stopped his playing and snorted, “They’ve been offering themselves on a silver platter for your taking for a century. I hardly think they will stop now.”

Caranthir flinched when you barked out a harsh laugh. 

Once upon a time, your mother had wanted nothing more than for you to wed Maglor Feanorion. It was no lie that his dreamy charisma and tedious musical talent had attracted you to him in your younger years, but as you got older, you found yourself more than content to call yourself his friend. Your mother’s dismay was tangible when you told her you loved him only platonically. 

“Why does she want you married so badly, anyways?” asked Maedhros, previously reading quietly next to a napping Amras, “Does she want grandchildren?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t see why she doesn’t pester my sister about it, if that’s the case. I’ve half a mind to pretend I’ve already got one, just don’t have someone to play the part.”

Caranthir repressed a scoff. Celegorm did a fine job of playing your lover, Caranthir thought bitterly. 

“Tell her you have chosen that ‘business man’ from the North,” said Maedhros, dryly, “Whatever business there is in the North.” 

You laughed, “When he told us that, I immediately had a terrible feeling about him. Father reached out to one of his kinsmen who has close ties with some of the Maiar in service to Lórien - perhaps they can place what is wrong with him there. Surely he is a mad man.”

“And she believes it is only eligible bachelors that are pursuing you,” Maglor remarked. He had begun to play a merry tune on his lute. When you suggested a dance, Caranthir wished Maglor would go back to playing the disorganized plucking he called practice. 

Celegorm was the first to stand to his feet, bold and confident but nonetheless a terrible dancer. His movements were brutish, clumsy, and uncoordinated. Nerdanel had tried her hardest to teach her sons to dance, but she was no dancer herself. It was Curufin, surprisingly, who had been most successful, and it was Curufin whom your mother paid to try to teach you. Your mother had begrudged your dancing abilities and did everything in her power to see that they improved. You were by no means a good dancer, even Curufin unable to get rid of your second left foot, but there was no denying that Caranthir had seen something faeish about your movements. 

There was something in the midst of the awkward dance between you and his fair-haired brother that Caranthir wanted more than anything. 

Well, almost anything.

When Celegorm retired underneath the tree to assist Amrod in making up crude lyrics to Maglor’s tune you were left without a dance partner - Maglor being the means of the music and Maedhros and Curufin none too keen to leave their seats on the thick clover grass. Caranthir, though in his fantasies was bold enough to extend his hand to you for a dance and lucky enough for you to take it, would not do so and risk having his brother’s ridicule him. He would not risk being mocked for satisfying the yearning that plastered itself so blatantly on his face; he had been lucky so far - only Maglor had cut his eyes in Caranthir’s direction when someone mentioned your romantic life. He almost hoped that you would call out to him in your honeyed voice - Caranthir, come and dance with me! - but you did not. He supposed it was for the better; he couldn’t imagine the humiliation of the very object of his desires calling him out on his cowardice. 

Caranthir didn’t know whether to be dismayed or delighted when you did just that - called out to him. The fireworks that erupted in his chest seemed to simultaneously force his heart to the bottom of his stomach when your delicate hands firmly hauled him to his feet by his wrist. He heard Celegorm snicker and saw Maedhros raise a coppery eyebrow out of the corner of his eye, but he dared not look back. 

He scrambled to recall the steps that he had been taught as a teenager all those years ago, but they were nothing but passive details in a blurred memory. Fortunately for him, you did not seem to care about the accuracy of the movement, only the exhilaration of the dance.

The fourth son of Feanor had never quite placed what was so enjoyable about dancing. Watching a group of people dance was mundane and felt like watching mice solve a maze, and watching a couple felt intrusive. Dancing in a group felt as derogatory as being a mouse in a maze, and there were other things couples could spend time together doing that Caranthir could think of, dancing not being one of them. For example, he could take you to the gardens for scones and coffee, or on a peaceful outing to the bay, or a carriage ride. He could have you over for a private dinner: he would walk you from your home to his, bring you flowers and a gown that he did a much better job at than your current seamstress. Your favorite dinner foods would be prepared with the finest wine and served over candle light. Later, the dress he made for you would come off - 

He fought the urge to shake his head. 

“Isn’t this fun?” you said with an ever-radiant smile, loudly enough that he could hear it over Maglor’s lute but softly enough that his brother’s couldn’t.

He couldn’t help but turn his lips up and hum in agreement.

You hand had released his in favor of wrapping both arms around his neck, and Caranthir seemed to finally find the appropriate part of your waist to place his own hands. The proximity between the two of you had lessened as the dance had gone on, the two of you trying to keep somewhat in sync with the music and with each other proving too difficult when you were both so far away from one another. He had begun to loosen up at last, now able to relish in finally having you in his arms and enjoy the dance, without feeling uneasy at the presence of his brothers in the background. 

He had listened to Maglor’s music often enough to know when his older brother was nearly finished with the song, and he dreaded releasing you from his hold and hated the uncertainty of what came next. Celegorm would be quick to find his place next to you once Caranthir sat back down, and he would have no choice but to return to his brooding and private fantasizing. You had spoiled him with your touches - they were ever too real. He could not bring himself to let go of your perfect silhouette, made just for him and most certainly not for his brother, no matter how pretty Celegorm was. Once his reality, the absence of your hands on his nape toying with his inky hair was an unimaginable torment. He couldn’t look away from your glistening eyes - deep and dilated and enchanting - or your upturned lips that beckoned him closer by the moment. He simply couldn’t not kiss you.

The realization of what he’d done hit him when Maglor dropped his lute and Celegorm snorted. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you, Moryo,” said Celegrom, clearly having taken the liberty in ensuring the rest of the wine didn’t go to waste.

Caranthir darkened at his words. He turned back when you whispered his name and found you looking at him with a starry expression, leaning closer and tilting your head to the side slightly. His resolve broke when you parted your lips. Caranthir’s mouth met yours with movements a bit uncertain but with intention nonetheless. When the kiss deepened he angled the two of you so that his taller frame shielded you from his pestering brothers as Celegorm and the Ambarussar childishly hooted and hollered. Heat surged through his veins when you hummed in his mouth, spurring him on. He had found you ever so enticing, your searing touch only a part of his wild imagination that had him fervently whispering your name in the dead of night. His every desire had finally come to be. 

Yes, he thought, dancing certainly had an appeal of its own. 

It was a good thing he was so fond of those honey cakes.

[sprinklenoodles]

They're here! Hopes Peak's Troublesome Trio

My bad if the image quality's a bit wonky. As for some little image-y blabbering, I tried my best to combine their actual outfits with a dash of Heathers in there. It's not very clear in the sketch by the way, but they are all wearing plaid somewhere in their designs. It's mostly the bottom half such as the shorts for Chihiro, the pants for Byakuya, and the skirt for Junko. Wanted them all to match to show "Yeah! These three scoundrel's are clearly hanging out with each other while gossiping about their classmates at the lunch table" Additionally, I gave them the little overcoat thingies the Heathers got but I have no clue what they're called. Are they overcoats? Just weird button up blazers? No clue! I'm so bad with names too but yeah. They have them. Junko is extra though so hers is undone cus she's just like that I guess. Another thing is that, initially, I was going to draw Makoto here too. His big head was blocking Chihiro's shorts though so he got axed unfortunately. I wanted to make it EXTRA clear that Chihiro was wearing these goofy looking shorts with the suspenders. He's gasping in spirit at the trio though! Wish I was able to put Kyoko in here as well baring her teeth or something but my brain got too excited when I drew Junko and was happy with how she looked so whoops O-O I dunno. The way I drew her just makes me happy. Still dunno about the knee socks though or if I should give her leggings. Also dunno if I should just read everything there and THEN draw or if doing it chapter by chapter's fine. For now though, I did it!! Hope this is good!! The designs are also still up for some tweaks and even more when I eventually draw more rendered pics of them with their respective colors. Dunno if I'll give them the colors of the Heathers or just what I feel works for them. It's mostly a question for Byakuya and Chihiro though since red just works with Junko though I think reading more might help hehe!

This is AWESOME!!!! Really love how they look, especially Chihiro with his silly suspensers.

And it's not like I have described their outfits a lot (other than Junko trying on an outfit in the latest chapter) so technically you can't even go wrong. I really love them though!!

As for colours... Well, Byakuya always goes well with green. I've always seen that as his colour. But it doesn't really matter. Like you said, Junko and red go well together, but they don't need to match up. Byakuya's the leader of the group (though, there isn't a real leader. He just kinda makes the final decisions if the others can't choose) but I would go with green for him.

But also, there are multiple characters where I would say green- Makoto especially but Chihiro a wee bit too. Though, something like brown or yellow (maybe blue, not sure) also goes well with him.

But I don't think that their outfits would just be one colour. That wouldn't look that good, so there's no way Junko would allow it lol.

But really love these outfits!!! Thank you!!!

[whats-her-quirk]

hot chocolate

jean kirstein x fem!reader rating: M (my blog is 18+, minors do not interact) warnings/tags: Fluff, comfort, mention of past breakup, Christmas, friends to lovers word count: ~700

Adorable dividers by @saradika

“Did you know that the elf with the glasses is the same guy who played Ralphie in A Christmas Story?” The movie is already starting as you carefully return to the living room with two mugs of hot chocolate.

“Is not,” Jean chuckles. He carefully accepts his mug before slorping some mini marshmallows off the top.

“I’m serious.” You settle in on the couch next to him before taking your first sip. “When Buddy says he’s only made 85 Etch-A-Sketches, the guy who tells him he’s behind is Peter Billingsley. Look it up on IMDB, I’m right.”

“Wait, you’re serious? How did I never know this?” Jean cradles his mug to his chest and squints at the TV, waiting for Ralphie to appear in Santa’s workshop. He’s wearing a festive red and green turtleneck with cozy joggers, and the big bowl of kettle corn he brought over sits on the coffee table between you.

It’s been a weird December. You would have said it was a bad one if it weren’t for Jean. It was supposed to be your first Christmas alone—the first since the breakup that shattered your world, miles away from the family you wouldn’t see until you flew out on the 23rd. You were bracing for a much harder month, but your friends, especially Jean, made it more than bearable. He made it light.

When you expressed doubt about putting up your tree alone, he showed up with a bottle of wine and a new string of lights in case yours were burnt out (they were). When you wanted to go see lights, he took you out for a drive in the ritzy neighborhood on town over, where you didn’t even know the good displays were. He let you make a mess in his kitchen decorating cookies and wrangled Connie and Sasha for an ice skating night all together, and now here he was, the week of Christmas, hunkered down for a movie night just because you said you were feeling a little down.

“Oh shit, that’s totally Ralphie. I can’t believe I never realized—”

“Thank you.” You set your mug on the table, half gone already despite how hot it still is.

He laughs. “I mostly believed you. I was just giving you a hard time until I saw it for myself.”

“No, I mean, that’s fine too. But I was saying…” You’re fumbling. “Thank you for hanging out with me so much. I really needed this.”

He shifts in his seat, leaning forward for another sip of cocoa when the liquid sloshes before setting down his own mug. “Of course. We’re friends.” He sounds a little nervous, uncharacteristically.

“It’s just—” Words you’ve been thinking for days, maybe longer, start to come forward, and you choose to let them. “It’s your Christmas too. There are other things you could be doing. Other people you could be with. Family or… whoever.”

“Well, yeah, but I… like hanging out with you. I always have fun. Even if you make me wear silly reindeer antlers in public.”

You knock his shoulder. “I did not make you.”

Jean rolls his eyes. “Fine, you’re right.”

You feel your face lighting up. “What’s that? Can I get that again?”

Jean’s own smile blooms, his eyes darting up and down your face, and then you feel it—heat and butterflies as he leans closer, breathing a laugh before hesitating, looking down his nose at your lips. Your chest pounds, but yes, you want this as bad as he does, and you seal your lips to his in a kiss that overtakes you. Jean inhales sharply, hands sliding up your arms to gently hold your shoulders. He tastes like chocolate and salt. After a few blissful moments, you pull back, your head spinning.

Your eyes flutter open, searching for his. You’re shaking, pleasantly surprised. “Friends, huh?”

Jean cracks up, pulls you back in, mumbles against your lips. “Maybe more.”

[isfjmel-phleg]

@inklings-challenge here's my contribution for today's prompt, "Chalk." This short story is set before Book 2, when Amarantha attended a day school near her home.

Solitary Sandpiper

As the last task of the day, Miss Brignsey had told Amarantha to copy the first three stanzas of “To a Solitary Sandpiper” from memory on the side blackboard. This she did, having practiced the poem all week until her father had begged her to recite it in the farthest corner of the house from his study because the poet’s style had infested his brain and he couldn’t write like himself anymore. The words were indeed beautiful, but being forced to cram them into her head so quickly had diminished their impact for Amarantha. She completed her task in her best curling handwriting, finishing off the last word with a long swooping line that somewhere along the way transformed into a delicate stick leg, suitable for wading. And before she knew it, another leg came along, and a whole oval body. No longer content to remain celebrated in word, the solitary sandpiper was manifesting in person on the blackboard in white chalk outlines as fast as Amarantha’s eager hand could glide.

She had spent longer than the schoolmistress deemed necessary gazing at the engraving of the sandpiper in her reader next to the poem during literature lessons, so she could recall the shape of the head, the way the beak tapered to a sharp point, the melancholy expression of the large white-rimmed eyes. Since the eyes were black, she simply sketched their outline in white and flecked a bit of a shine on them. Solitary sandpipers dressed in polka-dotted brown coats over pure white suits. Chalk didn’t come in brown. This sandpiper would have to be pink. A bit cheerful, perhaps, for such a solemn bird, but by now Amarantha understood her creation’s personality, and she felt that he would have one of those contradictory characters that insist on glittering like a peacock while sobbing in his soul.

With some yellow chalk, she outlined his feet and highlighted his beak, then added some gentle green lines for the water he was wading through. And after a few fussy little touches, she took a step back and surveyed the Solitary Sandpiper.

He wasn’t perfect—perhaps no drawing on a blackboard can be—but he was real somehow. She half-expected him to hop into the three-dimensional world and follow her home, where she would fill the bathtub for him for the night and introduce him to the river behind her house the next morning once he had gotten comfortable. She felt he would like it there. Perhaps he would be happy. Perhaps he wouldn’t be so solitary—at least, not whenever he didn’t choose to be.

She was in the middle of imagining untying her hair ribbon to use as a lead in bringing him home when there came a gasp behind her. Etha Wroot, who sat behind Amarantha during lessons, was staring at the Solitary Sandpiper with approval.

“He’s a dear!” she said. “But you’re going to have to erase him, you know. Miss Brigsney wouldn’t let you keep him up. She’ll say we need the blackboard for other things.”

Amarantha glowered at the eraser, wicked little instrument of death. “I won’t. I can’t.”

Etha shrugged and returned to her desk to retrieve her books. The school day was over.

As Amarantha left the room, she turned to let her gaze linger as long as possible on the Solitary Sandpiper, burning him into her brain. She could always draw him again, but he would never quite be the same bird. There would always be something about the original that she would never be able to capture again.

Silently she wished him goodbye, hoping he didn’t know he would be going to his demise before tomorrow, and headed home.

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Everything went wrong the next morning. Amarantha slept too late and had to be awakened at nearly the last minute by her frantic father. The first pair of stockings she put on had holes, and it took her a few minutes to find new ones. Her fingers suddenly grew clumsy as she tried to button her frock in back. Her hair wouldn’t stay in plaits, she couldn’t find her satchel, and Mrs. Deffell had burned part of breakfast and left the rest sitting out long enough that by the time the tardy Amarantha got to it, it was cold. She ran halfway to school before realizing that she had forgotten her lunch pail at home and had to dash all the way back to fetch it. By the time she arrived at school, winded, exhausted, and cross, she was only a minute or two away from being late to the morning lesson.

She would have to return to that room and see the blackboard without the Solitary Sandpiper. And after the morning she had already had, she wasn’t certain she could bear it.

She had no choice. Ducking her head, she slipped in and darted to her desk. As she opened her satchel to take out her books, something caught the corner of her eye. Something colorful. Something pink.

There, on the side blackboard, as melancholy-cheerful as ever, remained her Solitary Sandpiper. Solitary no more, however. Surrounding him were an array of other birds, of all sorts and colors, amid nests and eggs and reeds and tree branches and flowers. Each new addition was the work of a different artist. None of them had the same level of skill, but the affection behind the work was unmistakable.

Puzzled, Amarantha turned to Etha Wroot and the other girls behind her. They beamed back. Their fingers still wore smudges of chalk dust.

“I see you’ve noticed our aviary, Miss Melbray,” said Miss Brigsney. “I had not intended an impromptu art assignment, but our young ladies showed such initiative that I will allow it. It can remain for the rest of the week. Now take out your readers and turn to page thirty-nine.”

[polychromatiica]

i love ur art sm!! ur such an inspiration 💌💌how do you choose your palettes? the colors you use have always catched my eye

thank you so much!!!

For the colours, I don't know what to suggest if you do traditional art as I'm not very skilled in that but if you're a fellow digital artist I can try!!

pretty long post coming up, btw I do need to preface I'm just a student and not a professional, so take this all with a grain of salt especially if i get technical at all

TL;DR (too long didnt read): i use a green and or orange multiply layer, i try to give everything a dark green-orange undertone, focus on how certain colours look when next to each other and how they can appear completely different

also also its late and im tired so i apologise for any mistakes

i usually start by doing colours that generally match the character im drawing, then i just kinda go wild with altering them, ive learnt to pick them on my own through practice but a lot of the time and starting out i simply mess around with "blending modes". It'd be difficult to explain all of them and they may differ from software to software but my favourite one is "Multiply" (which should be on most softwares, hopefully!)

now, what you do with these depends on what sort of vibe youre going for, I like warm colours, I don't really know how to describe my art, but I like it to be saturated yet dark.. if that makes any sense lmao

gonna use this random doodle of emma to explain what i mean. on my phone rn so its not,, very good but itll do haha

so, i started by getting roughly similar colours to what she has. colourpicking from official art is always an option too, if youre drawing an oc then just figure out the general "local colour" (flat colours unaffected by lighting) you want the character to have and put them down, my art switches from being desaturated and saturated a lot depending on the vibe im goung for, for the more saturated art I'm gonna add a clipping layer of this solid bright yellowy green olivey colour in this example (the colour you use changes the atmosphere of it a lot, i usually use green or orange because i really like the look it gives, i love dark and warm tones)

clipping is a feature a lot of art softwares should have, for this im using ibis paint x, i usually use clip studio paint, others will have it and blending modes too, it lets you create a new layer and "clip" it to the one below, anything you draw on the clipped layer will only show up on space that has been drawn on the layer below (but you can hide/delete anything on this layer and it won't effect the original layer!)

next im gonna use the multiply feature,

"keeps only the darker colors of the blend layer and makes light colors less opaque. The resulting color is always darker, except for where it's pure white" (taken from a website called sketch) dunno how much the specifics of its affects change between different softwares, but the way I view it is always "makes base colours darker, and adds a tint of whatever colour you selected"

the result from doing that is this! this gives a sorta green tone, you can play with the opacity to change the intensity. this is a really simple trick to get cool looking colours, and the more I've used it and paid attention to what specific colours i get from doing it. for these saturated pieces ive noticed that depending on how much I tinted the piece any colours that would for example be white (like the hair frederick has in this drawing) is actually straight up yellow/orange

i have some art thats a little less saturated/a bit darker than this though, but its a pretty similar process! you can see the white of their shirts are actually again a dark desaturated yellow/orange, now you may notice it looks a little green at first, that is another thing to keep in mind

colours can trick your eyes a lot! and you can use this to your advantage very well, I'm not well versed enough in colour theory to explain the exact specifics on how this happens, but basically depending on the colours surrounding it, certain colours can appear completely different

another example is normans waistcoat in this drawing, you probably see that and think "thats blue" but nope, somehow, its actually a very very desaturated yellow! grey can appear as blue a lot ive noticed

if we isolated that grey/yellow colour you can see it is in fact grey, but it looks blue in the whole drawing!

whilst obviously theres nothing wrong with making a drawing of a character where things like blue actually are blue or a white/grey is actually white/grey, in the style of art I do i personally enjoy limiting the amount of colours used and using certain tricks to make it look like theres more variation in hues than there actually is, i like how cohesive it makes the artwork look :)

heres another example of what multiply can do with a few different colours, its best to learn to colour without it, i see multiply (and other blending modes! theres a lot of them) like training wheels, its not cheating to use them, its just a little boost to help you start out, and you can go a lot further in developing your understanding of colour if you try and learn to colour without it :D

[thespectralvision]

Mr. Victor Shade, SWORD's leading expert on AI, aka The Vision's mundane alias.

More concept work for my comic plans, where after Westview Vision is found by Monica, Darcy, and Jimmy who help him build a life and remember who he is. Monica offers him a job at SWORD with Hayward out of the way, to reform it and return it to her mother's vision (pardon the pun). Vision helps out with this process, because who better to be watching and ensuring there is ethical treatement of AI and other 'sentient weapons' than the most advanced synthetic being on Earth? It will also give him an opportunity to explore who he is, and how he ended up being turned into Hayward's weapon in WandaVision.

(I have no affiliation with Marvel/the MCU - this is purely a fan project, and I know if we get Vision Quest as a series it will likely go in a very different direction. That's the joy of the Multiverse though - anything is possible, and I love telling *my* Vision's story through art and my stories.)

Breakdown of my process below the cut, as this was painted as a quick demo for a friend asking about how I do things and I enjoyed it enough to finish it:

My process has changed a little over the years but remains roughly the same. The level of depth and detail just means more hours refining the painting down more and more with additional layers and passes of light, shadow, and texture.

Before I start a piece, even just sketches to unwind, I gather reference. Sometimes I'll just see a photo I like of Paul/Lizzie, or sometimes an unrelated image where the pose or lighting or ambience speaks to me. I also use my collection for reference - my statues and Hot Toy figuresm to get the right lighting and angles, especially for Vision and all his robot lines (though admittedly these days I don't always use a reference and just go from memory...I think I draw this silly robot too much).

Once I've got a concept and some references gathered I set up my canvas. Currently I use CSP and I love it, and I have a variety of texture files I've purchased that mimic different types of paper. I like working on these as it feels more natural with the pencil, ink, and marker brushes I use. Once I have my references set up in the file I'll do a rough sketch, blocking out proportions and basic shapes. I'll set a mid-tone grey background as well, and I almost always sketch in color. I like choosing a color that represents the character for me - bright blue for Vizh, red for Wanda. I have a Loki sketch I need to finish for my sister and I used green for him. It helps me capture the 'energy' of the character, and this sketch remains a part of the finished painting even as I refine.

Once I've got a rough sketch down I'll start working on more detail. Sometimes this will be inks, sometimes just another pass with pencil. Depends on the piece and what I'm going for. This step can happen multiple times for complicated paintings, and usually I'll cycle through steps 2-6 multiple times for a large piece.

Once I have the lines down I'll paint flats. Most of the time I'm using a big brush that emulates a marker, because I like the texture it gives, especially when layered. I'm very mess and use an eraser brush to clean up the lines, and sometimes I'll go back and tweak the line art until I like the look. During this phase I'll also lay down some details - freckles, scars, details like eyes, tattoos, jewelry as well. When painting Vizh I like getting the texture in his robotic eyes done early on, and usually refine them again towards the end.

The real fun starts here - I'll block in my lighting, usually just going with whaveter I'm feeling in the moment. I like playing with gradients and layering them in different ways to create a more dynamic image, and then I start blocking in shadows with soft brushes.

More lighting. I start adding top layers to further stretch the dynamic. I like overlays, and adding a sort of dreamlike/surreal filter through the color. I'll also start adding in highlights to contrast the shadows and work in small sections to render the details. I always start big and decrease my brush sizes for detail and work in layers and stages, checking the reference as well as the painting's lighting (which is not always the same as my reference) as I go.

Texture texture texture. I like texture. This step sometimes happens earlier, but once I'm happy with my actual *painting* of my subject(s) I'll start figuring out background elements and textures for visual appeal.

[frenzyarts]

Could you talk a bit about how you design your OCs from a visual level? I really love their designs. Only if you have the time and energy of course <3

Thank you so much omg 💕 I was trying to think of a good way to answer this question, but the truth is my methods are very nebulous and hard to define! I’ll do my best though 🥳

Some characters come to me very easily, some go through a few revisions, and some go through a meat grinder of revisions lol. Rune was easy, her design was just in my head right off the bat from years of drawing/thinking about demons. Yorick was a little different. Awhile back I played a ttrpg and designed this character:

Look familiar? This is prototype Yorick!! (I have this on my portfolio at a higher res if you wanna zoom in or something idk) She was a character who was kind of elfin and was a clown who controlled shadows. When I started pinning down the stories and characters of A Slowly Beating Heart I KNEW I had to put a demonic clown in there, and I thought of this design.

A phase I go through when designing characters when im not sure how they’re gonna look is doing a bunch of iterations based on vibes. Here’s some of the earliest Yorick sketches I could find, you can see how they don’t quite look “right” yet:

Like the vibes were there but that’s not our Yorick! Here’s what I think might be the first or second sketch I did where they look right:

I used the old Yorick I had designed but finally modified the outfit and design in a way that pleased me. I went with this design, and went through some minor edits with the colors, and boom, the demon clown was born! (Though even in this image they aren’t quite right, in the final comic I got rid of the lines on their horns and saturated the green parts of their eyes):

Melody is another story. Versions of Melody had also been living in my mind for almost as long as Rune, but never as a solid design. I have a zillion sketches of Melody that don’t look at all like how she looks now. It wasn’t until right before her appearance in the comic that I actually decided to refine her character design. Since I had never quite solidified how she looked in my mind, getting her on paper was quite the task. Her hairstyle was already on my mind, but I did a bunch of different versions of her halo and outfits. I put a bunch of designs together and sent them out to my friends to ask them to vote on their favorite outfit to help me decide 😂:

In the end Melody’s outfit didn’t quite look like any of these, because they’re all somewhat complex, and I need things to stay really simple for comics. Once I had designed the outfit the struggle still wasn’t over, cause now I had to do colors. Here’s just a small sampling of the color pallets I went through:

I guess if I was gonna break down my process into steps, it would be like this:

1. Sketch a bunch of ideas based on vibes

2. Choose my fav and then refine it further by tweaking the outfit/hair ect

3. Try out a lot of different colors and keep adjusting them until they look right

4. Give birth to my Art Child 💃✨🙌

I don’t always do all that, and some of the design processes for certain characters happen a little differently. But that’s basically it! Sorry this was super long, I hope it helped!!

[nerves-nebula]

Not to be abnormal but the art you added for the commissions post with Don and Abe. Gee Whillikers. Goodness Gracious. Wowzers. Holy Guacamole AND Chips. What in the Sardines. you color very pretty (if you don’t mind me asking what’s ur process??)

it was an abe and donnie post first fdsfds i just added the commission stuff cuz i need money so bad-

but thank you!!! uhh the process really depends on the art piece since theres a lotta way things can go, but for this one here's a quick breakdown

first I doodles some thumbnails and wrote down the main colors I'd use (red & green)

i made a really rough sketch and then went over it on another layer. i dont really do line art so its more like a refined sketch tbh

then i blocked in the base colors and figured out the lighting, adding those in big blocks as well in a different layer

this piece is more painterly than i usually go for and i kinda wanted to honor that, so once i was sure about the base colors and the lighting colors, I merged them all together and kept refining the specific shapes.

Then once i was happy with that, I merged THAT layer with a copy of the lines so that I could treat it all like one big painting layer

the background actually came about last and after i made it I didn't like the colors I'd chosen, so i fucked around with some blending layers until I got it looking the way I wanted it to. here's the original background (left) with the edited one (right)

for a finishing touch i just added a paper texture and set it to multiply. i like adding textures i just usually forget to do it unless the texture is a brush im using

this isn't my usual process, but tbh i dont really make finished pieces all that much these days. i mostly just do like, sketch comics & shit.

but yeah i dont have one process so much as a bunch of ways that i could potentially do it, which I then pick and choose from as I desire. i almost always start with a thumbnail/pre sketch these days though.