#i've been needing to redraw him for so long

[enhanced-operatives-division]

i would love to hear about the ollie and handler crack ship here’s a silly doodle as well

LOVE THE DOODLE YOU SEE THE VISION!!!

Also this got my ass to design Ollie so:

(Love him - Also redesigned Reggie for this too so thanks!!)

And idk if it's moreso a crackship or a rarepair that only works in an AU (HACKS up Starstruck), but Reggie's line of "...and I hope Ollie made it out too. I hope a lot of things." It's totally me reading into it but like,,,,I want them to talk because Ollie is not dead to me in my heart of hearts.

Maybe the only change is like Reggie taps into the communication on the radio in Hot Water instead of using the earpiece, so Ollie ends up hearing him also? And they end up getting along really well (with Reggie having to jump through a couple hoops to be like "haha what agency..."). There's an Agency base in the South-East coast of Australia and maybe the Agency ends up adopting him after he washes up on the shore with the escape pod (after HEAVY questioning).

Alas take a doodle of my own:

Transcript (it's just canon lines):

Ollie: "She's being controlled, it's not her fault."

Reggie: "Agent, I have 0 experience dealing with giant security squids."

[vetyr]

hi, i ireally love your work and i don't know if you've answered this before but, what kinds of studies do you do or how did you learn color theory? i wanna get better at rendering and anatomy but im having trouble TT TT

Hi! Long answer alert. Once a chatterbox, always a chatterbox.

When I started actively learning how to draw about 10 1/2 years ago, I exclusively did graphite studies in sketchbooks. Here's a few examples—I mostly stuck to doing line drawings to drill basic shapes/contours and proportions into my brain. The more rendered sketches helped me practice edge control & basic values, and they were REALLY good for learning the actual 3D structure behind what I was drawing.

I'd use reference images that I grabbed from fitness forums, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, and some NSFW places, but you could find adequate ref material from figure drawing sites like Line of Action. LoA has refs for people (you can filter by clothed/unclothed, age, & gender), animals, expressions, hands/feet, and a few other useful things as well. Love them.

Learning how to render digitally was a similar story; it helped a lot that I had a pretty strong foundation for value/anatomy going in. I basically didn't touch color at all for ~2 years (except for a few attempts at bad digital or acrylic paint studies), which may not have been the best idea. I learned color from a lot of trial and error, honestly, and I'm pretty sure this process involved a lot of imitation—there were a number of digital/traditional painters whose styles I really wanted to emulate (notably their edge control, color choices, value distributions, and shape design), so I kiiind of did a mixture of that + my own experimentation.

For example, I really found Benjamin Björklund's style appealing, especially his softened/lost edges & vibrant pops of saturated color, so here's a study I did from some photograph that I'm *pretty* sure was painted with him in mind.

Learning how to detail was definitely a slow process, and like all the aforementioned things (anatomy/color/edge control/values/etc.) I'm still figuring it out. Focusing on edge control first (that is, deciding on where to place hard/soft edges for emphasizing/de-emphasizing certain areas of the image) is super useful, because you can honestly fool a viewer into thinking there's more detail in a piece than there actually is if you're very economical about where you place your hard edges.

The most important part, to me, is probably just doing this stuff over and over again. You're likely not going to see improvement in a few weeks or even a few months, so don't fret about not getting the exact results you want and just keep studying + making art. I like to think about learning art as a process where you *need* to fail and make crappy art/studies—there's literally no way around it—so you might as well fail right now. See, by making bad art you're actually moving forward—isn't that a fun prospect!!

It's useful to have a folder with art you admire, especially if you can dissect the pieces and understand why you like them so much. You can study those aspects (like, you can redraw or repaint that person's work) and break down whether this is art that you just like to look at, or if it's the kind of art that you want to *make.* There's a LOT of art out there that I love looking at, probably tens of thousands of styles/mediums, but there's a very narrow range that I want to make myself.

I've mentioned it in some ask reply in the past, but I really do think looking at other artist's work is such a cheat code for improving your own skills—the other artist does the work to filter reality/ideas for you, and this sort of allows you to contact the subject matter more directly. I can think of so many examples where an artist I admired exaggerated, like, the way sunlight rested on a face and created that orange fringe around its edge, or the greys/dull blues in a wheat field, or the bright indigo in a cast shadow, or the red along the outside of a person's eye, and it just clicked for me that this was a very available & observable aspect of reality, which had up until that point gone completely unnoticed! If you're really perceptive about the art you look at, it's shocking how much it can teach you about how to see the world (in this particular case I mean this literally, in that the art I looked at fully changed the way I visually processed the world, but of course it has had a strong effect on my worldviews/relationships/beliefs).

Thanks so much for sending in a question (& for reading, if you got this far)! I read every single ask I receive, including the kind words & compliments, which I genuinely always appreciate. Best of luck with learning, my friend :)

[eustasskidagenda]

hello!! ^^ this is my first time requesting, so hopefully i'm doing this correctly :;

can I request a trafalgar law/reader hurt to comfort oneshot, where the two of them get into a really big argument or fight and reader decides to leave him alone for a long time, so THAT eventually leads to some problems between the two and Law has to make things right??

(basically reader gives law the silent treatment, and law is too prideful to admit his wrongs)

thank you in advance!!! I've really enjoyed reading your kid works, so i'd be happy to see more of your writing :)

☆Trafalgar Law x Reader giving him the silent treatment after an argument 

Hello dear anon, don't worry, you did it perfectly and thank you so much for your request. I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope it will match your expectation. Enjoy our dear emo boy!

CW : g/n reader, hurt&comfort, Law is bad at express how he feels, let me know if I forgot something

WC : around 2,000 words, whoops, I love Law way too much, I got carried away

Law is not a man of many words. That's the less you can tell. Always quiet about his plans, sometimes, you still struggle to understand what's going on in this beautiful mind. Usually, you just deal with it, supporting him as much as you can. But today, it's too much to handle. He is perpetually busy all day and night, and sometimes the bed is cold, and you know he didn't sleep with you. It hurts. You just have the feeling to carry on with this relationship alone. 

"We need to talk, Law." Busy with probably another shenanigan you don't know about, he totally ignores you and continues to read his newspaper. Again. Heavy-hearted, you close your eyes and clench your firsts. You can't step back and always try to round the corners. "Law", you insist. He finally drops the newspaper. "What, y/n-ya?" He asks, annoyed by the interruption. 

"Honestly, lately… I feel totally sidelined. You're always focused on your plans I don't nothing about, or busy with your patients. And it hurts" Law looks surprised by your words. Usually, you're more the one trying to smooth the things and trying to be super-comprehensive, because you do love Law, and you know he had been through a lot. Supporting him is the least you can do. But what about you? Your emotions? 

"I've not neglected you, y/n-ya. I'm just busy." Yes. That's the whole point. "You're always busy. If you don't need me anymore, just say it," you snarls, anger slowly heating your chest and burning your cheeks. Communication is maybe the key, but it's a struggle to communicate with someone as reserved as Law. The worst? You know he loves you. He's just… an aloof. Always distrustful. "Answer me," your voice is shaky from both anger and distress. " I have things to do, y/n-ya. Don't act like a child. I still feel the same way about you, and you know. " 

Maybe it's true, but you don't believe him anymore. You don't even remember the last time you kissed that sweet lips on him. And the feeling of his fingers entwined with yours, when you redraw the lines of his tattoos, cuddling with him in bed. How can you feel the absence of someone you see every day? "I miss you," you confess. "But I'm right here. With you. I need to get those things done, so please be patient." Why can't he understand? With that unreadable face, he's still sitting on his chair. What's going on his mind? "What things, then?" He sighs. "I can't tell." 

No. It's enough. Now, you're mad. "Stop pushing me away! I miss you. Do you realize the absurdity of missing someone I can see every day? It's been four days since we last slept together! This morning, you didn't kiss me! You're always taking me for granted and I feel like I'm transparent!" At last, you manage to get a response from him. He removes his hat, runs his hand through his hair, and his eyes darken as your anger is about to explode. "Can you not be patient? I need to… finish what I'm working on. "

No.

Not this time.

He has already stated that too many times before. Before Dressrosa. Before Wano. You already waited way too long. Even for someone as patient as you, it's too much. " I'm tired," you confess, the voice which with emotions. "It can't keep going like this. Why am I always the second choice for you?"

Maybe it's because you always give everything you have to him. Supporting him, regardless of what. You had to break his armor several times to get closer to him, despite his distant and detached personality. The moment he finally confessed about his past was beautiful. The nights you spend together, simply talking about your lives, goals, and dreams, are rooted in your heart. A warm memory of two souls bonding and finding comfort through words and confession. Now, everything is just fading away. And you hate how angry and confused you sound, when Law is just as calm as always. Does he even notice what you just said? You can't tell.

"You don't even answer me. Such a shame to be named heart pirates when you don't even have one." you explodes, shouting the words.

"I don’t think it's the right time to talk about this because you're too emotional y/n-ya. "

"And you're too logical!"

The saying goes that opposites attract, but you're not so certain anymore. 

"I'm just so fucking done!" Now, you're screaming and Law growls, "Shh, don't yell, everyone will hear us," he says, caring way too much about his privacy. "I don't care! Just say something! " He looks so tired, with his usual dark rings under his eyes. "Leave me or not, but do something because I'm so done with this shit. I'm the only one trying to communicate and make things right!"

You slam the door of his small office with anger and tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. He doesn't follow you. He remains confined, choking on his own pride. He probably thinks you will be back soon, as always after an argument. But not this time. You're really done. It's his time to make some efforts, to prove that he actually cares about you and your relationship. 

At the diner, he doesn't show up. During the night either. It's not easy to distance yourself from him. But you will not change your mind. After three days, he finally starts to realize that you will not come after him. 

Why aren't you bringing him his morning coffee, massaging his tensed shoulders, and spreading your stupid concealer under his eyes? All those small actions you always do to lighten his burden as a captain… damn, he never felt that lonely. But what can he do now? How can he fix the mess he made?

The Polar Tang's ambiance is as cold as a winter island after a week. Everybody noticed the huge tensions between you and the Law. The captain is irritable, barking orders at everyone and looking for you everywhere, but you're just hiding from him. He's exhausted by this situation. He's starting to understand what you said: he misses you, even if you're here. 

It's becoming too much for his tortured soul after 10 straight days. The pain in his heart is unbearable. In reality, he feels like a child he never had the chance to be: terrified, lost and alone. Are you going to leave him too? Why is everyone around him always dying or disappearing? Is it always his fault? Now, he feels miserable, almost crying alone in his office. He can't even focus when Bepo asks him to bandage a small wound he just made. His hair is messy because he runs his hands through it too much. Law sighs heavily. His nerves completely fading away as he struggles to bandage Bepo. Why the hell is he crying over a poor bandage? 

He's exhausted. Physically and mentally. An he misses you. Deeply. He understands everything you said that day. He understands how you have felt lately and it's a horrible sensation. You didn't deserve the way he pushed you away from everything. He misses the warmth of your body, the passion in your sweet kisses, and your hands redrawing his chest tattoo. 

He needs to make things right. 

In this situation, what Corazon would have done? 

Probably running after you after slamming the door, falling miserably on the ground, and crying pathetically with an ugly nose running. Law frowns. But at this point, he's so desperate that he wouldn't mind crawling and begging for your forgiveness. He stumbles out of his office, tired, and looks for you. How can you hide on such a small ship? "Have you seen y/n?" He asks to everyone and they all they say no. Are they lying? Where have you gone? Did something happen to you? Poor Law is so stressed right now, more than usual. He spent the entire day looking for you and failed. Is it too late? Have you just left? Without a goodbye? No. It can't be. He needs to see, kiss, and hug you. Just one more time, just one last time. Even if feels that he doesn't deserve you. 

He slams the door of the bedroom you used to share with brutal force. As he takes off his hat before laying on the mattress, he sighs and an idea crosses his mind. But he's afraid. Because if his plan is not working, it will mean you have already left the Polar Tang. For good. Hands shaking, he finally moves his fingers and mutters, 'room, shambles'. Your plushie disappears as you suddenly pop on the bed. 

Oh, thank god, you didn't leave. "Y/n-ya" he whispers, his voice thick with emotions. 

Your heart is pounding as you remain silent. Ten days. Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin helped you hide from Law for ten days straight. Giving him the silent treatment was a difficult choice and all you can hope for is that it actually worked. "I'm not a man of many words," he confesses. "But I do love you. I'm sorry for always pushing you away, please forgive me. It's just that... I need to keep you out of trouble. If you don't know my current plan for now, it's safer. " For someone as quiet as him, he's talking a lot. But still not enough."I think I've taken you for granted, but I want to be there for you. Please, let me stay by your side. Don't leave me, please." He almost begs, his voice thick with emotions. 

His gentle touch on your cheek almost melts you.  You missed those beautiful, smooth hands on your face. You get closer, enjoying the warm heat heating up your chest. "You're so beautiful", he whispers. He looks so genuinely innocent, discovering again all the small details of your face. What has he done to be so fortunate in love? Does he only deserve you? You can tell that he's not even sure as he waits for your answer, trying to hide the slight shaking in his movements. 

"I love you, Law." You gently assure him by kissing the tattoos on his fingers. As the solace embraces his heart, Law is melting inside.

He didn't lose you. It's not too late. "I know you're not good at words, so I won't ask for much. What you just said is already perfect. Thank you for confessing to me. I know it's hard for you to open up." you reassure him. "What should I do, y/n-ya? How can I show you that I care about you? I won't repeat this situation twice." His eyes are now shining with pure determination. "Just the small things you used to do before. Sleeping with me, giving me a hello and a goodnight kiss... you remember that? Our routines." Law nods, probably taking mental note. "I have to kiss you twenty times." You raise an eyebrow confusedly. "Why?" 

He shrugs. "It's been ten days since I last saw you. And I'm supposed to kiss you all mornings and evenings." He's so serious right now, you can't help but burst out laughing. He's not joking at all. God, you love this nerd so much. The confusion on his face is even more hilarious. " I love you," you sigh between two laughs. "Why are you laughing? Am I wrong?" That man is so smart, cold and logical, but with love… he's just a mess. A beautiful mess. The one you will always love and cherish. "You're so adorable."

And now, he's blushing. How dare you call him adorable? "Just come here," he sighs, grabs your hips, and sits you on his laps. His lips are sealed to yours, and he kisses you. Twenty times. And he's counting. Every kiss is filled with passion, love, unspoken emotions, and sweet promises. 

And, as always when you're together in the same bed, you end up redrawing the tattoos on his chest. As you gently caress his skin, he falls asleep, the tension finally leaving his face. You cradle your head against his chest. His heart is slowly beating, and he looks so calm right now. 

You are here with him, and his tortured mind can finally get some sleep.

[factual-fantasy]

28 Asks! Thank you!😊🪻

Tbh I been feeling very low these past few days/weeks. Been asking myself "what's the point" and "why would I care about that" to a lot of things. Its prevented me from working on projects for fun and from doing things that might help improve this health crisis I've been battling for over a year.

But I've taken note of it and am trying to take steps to fix it. So far the ball is still rolling so hey that's good. Here's to hoping we find the cure someday soon so I can feel like myself again.👍

Ohhh nononnono- I am HARDLY a professional on this stuff- I'm fresh off the show and can barely remember anything 😅

But Alpha Trion.. I thought what happened was Smokescreen was protecting this building and it was about to be stormed by Decepticons. Smokescreen was ready to throw hands but then he got knocked out by Alpha Trion. A.T. then put the key in Smokescreens chest and... somehow he ended up in the cons ship.. but anyways- I thought after A.T. somehow got Smokey to safety- I thought those cons finally broke through the barriers and came in and killed A.T. ... is that not what happened..?

I've had an unfortunate amount of spoilers, and I don't like that I'm seeing/hearing.. but I'm holding off on any opinions until I see Markiplier play it.

@kaiserdarken

Perhaps he would! :0

As long as he got to keep his quilt on XDD

oooo those are all good choices! :00

(Referencing this post)

The big cheeto puff store!

@virtualworldfp5

There is no part of this ask that I understand

Probably Jangles XDD

@celeglossata (Referencing this post)

<XD dw, there wasn't enough Mega bling to go around. But tbh Bonnie and Gloria should have played a bigger role considering the fact that can mega evolve too.

..ngl that's kind'a why I dropped the comic. I've sat on it long enough that looking back? I really don't like how I wrote it. And 237+ canvases is 1 too many to redraw. 💀

Suddenly you have 11 fingers

@i-only-created-this-to-read

I haven't thought about that actually.. but I CAN say that my Conkeldurr isn't supposed to be super old. He's about middle aged. Evolutions don't always relate to a Pokémon's age, as we have seen elderly first stage Pokémon before. :0 So that is to say there's a possibility that his parents are still alive. I just haven't really thought about it 😅

Will that get rid of my headache at least? 😔

(El Chip ask)

I imagined he would be shocked to hear about another Music Man from another restaurant. In my AU- as far as I can remember- none of the Pizzaplex bots are aware there were other restaurants before them. So knowing that there are other Music Men in other establishments would be wild.

@cal-the-imp-artist

WAJHG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭😭💞💞💞💞

@bunpiry

AAAA That's so cool!! :DDD I wonder which Pokémon you'll pick? 👀👀👀

(ALSO-- I hope you have a wonderful day too! :DD )

I've seen that Game theory and its sister channels have been making loads of videos on it, so I know it exists. But I haven't watched any of those videos. Its just not the same without MatPat.

Woof, that would have been wild. Never was a huge fan of that guy based on what I've seen. I wonder if I would have liked him less than Smokescreen..🤔

@meendew

Very cool! :DD

Its the song of his soul

Those would be some MAJOR googily eyes XDD

@beryl-shade

They might not, they wouldn't need to do it for the reasons cats do :0

Thank you! And PLEASE re-read the ask button.

(Referring to this post)

<XD Thank youuu, and hey what ya gonna do. I'm always free to draw Octonauts in secret.

@glitchhayden418

XDD Thank youu, that means a lot! 😊

@badlyblurry

Oh yeah I've heard that theory floating around in one version or another- :00

I think for my AU tho, to save me having to research anything and to make it exactly the way I want, I'm just going to develop my own headcanons and method for how Cybertronians are made. I won't be doing the protoforms thing-

(Sent after makin this post)

Oooo I remember hearing about that. :00 Very metal. idk if this will be reason enough for me to keep her blue tho- I'd like to bring back her original color palette of pink/white. Even though TFP energon is blue--

@rainbowwatermelon7

AAAAA Thank you so much!! 🥰🥰🥰

[scorpioriesling]

Get Him Back!

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Pairing(s): Lucien x reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, MDNI

Summary: Your High Lord demands the two of you to get over your differences before he sends you on yet another mission together... so you do, the only way you know how.

SR’s Note: A requested part 2 from @hardcoremarvelfan & @ronibartender as well as many others, I'm sure! I hope you enjoy, and truly thank you for your patience. xoxo

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Part 1 - Bad Idea, Right?

The air was thick with tension as you stood before Rhysand. It's only been a week since you'd shared a bed with Lucien -- however, each day felt like five as the awkwardness dragged on.

"So, you made it there and back in one piece -- well done."

Lucien huffed a laugh and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, don't ever make us do that again."

Lucien side-eyed you, and it took everything in you not to look back. Rhysand paid no mind.

"And, how did Kallias react when you presented him with the bargain?"

You and Lucien spoke at once.

"He was charmed by my communication skills, of course."

"He was more intrigued with the prior knowledge I had to offer."

Now, you did look at him. He looked right back, brows narrowing. This got Rhysand to look up from his paperwork.

"And, you secured the deal, correct?" His eyes flickered between the two of you. Again -- you both spoke at once.

"Absolutely, sir."

"Without a doubt, my friend."

Your gaze turned into a glare, and Lucien followed suit. Rhysand sighed, standing from his seat and slowly rubbing his hands together.

"Forgive me, but, am I missing something here?"

You looked back to your High Lord, taking a step toward him.

"No, nothing at all -- the mission was completed as you asked, sir."

His lips purse as an unamused expression takes over his face. Lucien steps forward to stand next to you, also offering an explaination.

"Your long-time emissary must be tired from the travels, and perhaps needs my assistance in-"

"Can it, red," you snap, your head whipping in his direction. "I've been here a lot longer than you have, and I can assure you that-"

"Please, please," Rhysand drawls, halting the ensuing argument. "Can we all discuss this as adults, here?"

Lucien snickers. "She may be the farthest thing from it."

You rage. "You're so immature, Vanserra! I swear to the Gods one of these days-"

"QUIET! Please," Rhysand gripes, again redrawing your attention. "The two of you need to put your differences aside -- clearly, if you can't handle simple conversation, how could you handle emissary tasks alone, hm?"

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Now; I want the two of you in the Spring Court next week-"

Chaos ensued, yelling occurred, and there was no solution in this mess. Your angry griping mixed with Lucien's attempt in defamation as well as Rhysand trying to wrangle the two of you went nowhere -- that is, until the screams bouncing off the walls echoed into the hallway. Feyre, Rhys's wife and mate, opened the office door quietly, clearing her throat and catching everyone's attention.

"My dear?" She called, and Rhysand's eyebrows shot up. "Helion has arrived; he's waiting for us in the tea room." She gives him a knowing look.

He promises to be there shortly, and runs a stressed hand through his hair as she shuts the door once more. Looking between the two of you again, his voice is a mask of cool calm when he speaks.

"The two of you are the best emissaries I've had," he explains. "And, despite what you both think, your teamwork has provided more fruitful than I've seen from an emissary in years."

Lucien rolls his eyes, and you scoff.

"Spring court. Next week," he assigns, gathering his papers before heading for the door. "Work out your differences, and do not disappoint me."

He left you in silence, and it blanketed the room around you. You sighed, leaning against Rhys's desk as Lucien began to pace, rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

"Look, we're clearly going to keep working together," he spoke first. "So, we need to find a way to do that without ripping eachother apart."

You raised an eyebrow.

"And, how do you suggest we go about that?"

Lucien paused before turning to face you.

"We can't keep ignoring what happened," he said quietly, and a faint blush stained his cheeks. "Becuase, well... it happened."

You frowned.

"So?"

"So," he continued, crossing the distance between the two of you in a few easy strides. "We figured out how to make that work -- why is everything else so messed up between us?"

You released a long breath, not exactly prepared to be emotionally in tune with Lucien of all people.

"I just find it hard to work with someone else." You say simply, and Lucien shakes his head slowly.

"Nah I don't buy that," he says, stepping to stand directly in front of you. "You've been working with the Inner Circle for years with no problem. So, why me?"

You look away, not wanting to meet his eyes as his gaze burns a hole through you.

"I... I don't know, damnit," you swear, finally looking up at him. "You're right. I have been working with them for years. However, you just got here -- and what, because you're Feyre's friend you should be allowed to handle the same tasks that used to be just for me?" You scoff, and Lucien nods slowly.

"Ahh... so there it is." He says, chewing the inside of his cheek. "You don't like me doing your job."

"Exactly!" You answer exasperatedly. A sly grin tugs on his lips as he reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Are you... afraid? I'll do it better than you can?"

Your eyes widen in horror.

"Absolutely not!"

He chuckles darkly, his thumb now brushing your cheek.

"You're a good negotiator, Y/N -- but some things, I'm just better at."

You saw red, opening your mouth for another verbal assault; but before you could hurl one, his palm gripped your throat. Your jaw dropped as he forced you to look up at him, drawing your lips within inches of his.

"Prove it, that you're better," he growls. "Show me how good you are, and I'll get off your case."

You hated the way your thighs clenched -- at his words, the incinuation, the way his hand was gripping your throat. All of it.

Fumbling for a response, a wicked, twisted idea popped into your head. You pulled back, sitting atop Rhys's desk once more as his grip on you lightened a little. You kept eye contact as you slowly pulled up your skirts, baring your lace-clad pussy to him. He took in a shuddering breath, his nose inhaling your scent permeating the air.

"I know I'm better controlling myself than you are," you teased, hooking your fingers under your waistband and tugging. The lace underthings fell to the floor, and your knees spread to give him a better view of your leaking core. His nostrils flared and he squeezed your throat gently, watching you clench around nothing before him.

He gulped. "We'll see about that," he responded, his eyes travelling back up to look into yours once more. "But, are you a better listener?"

You chuckled, the feeling of pride coursing through your veins as you got him exactly where you wanted him. You nodded slowly, running your tongue over your bottom lip. He inhaled slowly, glancing down at your cunt again.

"Touch yourself, then."

You shrugged, trailing a hand down your stomach and stopping as you reached your clit. You pressed down, rubbing slow, languid circles around it as he watched. His eyes were dark, blown-out and hungry as he followed your finger's movements.

"Faster."

You complied, rubbing your sensitive bud quicker as the tent in his pants obviously grew in size. You chuckled, biting back a moan that threatened to escape. It wasn't until you were whimpering beneath him that he fully lost it, yanking your hand from your clit and pinning both above your head. You gasped, and he leaned in so close his lips nearly brushed yours.

"Tell me you don't want this," he growled, his lustful gaze searching yours. "Tell me the first time was a mistake, and you want nothing to do with me."

Your breaths came quicker, your chest rising and falling as you tried to convince yourself that his words were true.

"Tell me, now," he demanded, his throbbing cock pressing against your cunt. You squeezed your eyes shut, only opening them when you had an answer.

"I... can't."

After that, restraint went out the window.

He hastily tugged his member from his pants, pumping it as he studied you. Aligning himself with your cunt, he shoved in to the hilt, drawing a loud cry from you in the process.

"Ahh-" You cried out, your walls attempting to stretch and mold around him as he set a punishing pace, taking no time to warm you up before railing into you. Your hands flew to his back, nails digging in hard.

"Fuck," he swore, his hair falling from behind his shoulders and tickling your collarbone. "Waited so fuckin' long for this,"

And in truth, so had you. You'd hate to admit it, but since the first time the two of you slept together, you'd only craved more of just that. Lucien inside you, rearranging your organs for all you cared.

The desk squeaked against the floor with every thrust, and your hands moved to grip the edge of it for stability. He panted as he pounded you into the wood, having no mercy as he took what he so desperately needed.

"L-Lucien... oh Gods-"

"You wanted my cock, didn't you," he taunted, his tongue runing over his bottom lip before he brought it between his teeth. "Been thinking about it since I fucked you in that inn."

Your eyes rolled back as he pressed your knees up, driving his cock further inside you.

"Answer me-"

"Yes! Gods yes," you chanted, looking up into his expectant eyes. "I've been... oh Gods- I've been dreaming of you fucking me like you... did-"

The coil in your stomach wound tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Such a pent up, needy woman," he chastized, letting go of your leg with one hand in favor of toying with your hypersensitive clit. "So fuckin' pretty taking my cock."

You meweled at his filthy words, and a blush stained your cheeks as your body burned beneath his touch.

"Lucien-" he continued drilling into you, the wet slapping sounds wildly obscene as they bounced off the walls of your boss' office. Lucien groaned, driving himself in faster, harder.

"LUCIEN-"

"Cum for me baby; wanna feel that tight pussy gripping my cock."

You released with a shaky scream, all of your pent up neediness for this male spilling out of you. He continued fucking you through your orgasm, chasing release himself. As your walls fluttered around his thick length, he slowed, spilling all of himself within you.

"Gods, DAMN," he swore, pressing in further as he painted your walls white. You gasped for breath, chest rising and falling as you came down from your high. His pants matched yours, trying desparately to calm down after such an intense session.

When he pulled out of you, you could feel his cum spilling from your hole and running down your thighs -- however, this time there was no towel to grab to clean yourself up. You reached down to wipe at the liquid, but Lucien grabbed your hand and pulled you to stand instead.

"Leave it," he said, though the clear liquid slid down your legs as he spoke. His one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him as you attempted to stand on wobbly legs. The other pushed your skirt back down, smoothing the flowing fabric down around your legs once more.

He smirked, pressing a surprising and gentle kiss to your lips.

"It'll be a reminder that we can work out our differences."

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[simpy-simpers]

Too small on a stage not meant for them.

Day 5!!! Prompt - Five

Technically there's six but the twins count for Golden... so 5 animatronics?

Not my best vision for a piece and definitely not my best execution, but I'm a week behind (oops! Life hits hard what can I say)

Not my best work but we continue!! Maybe I'll redraw it someday, wasn't feeling too hot with the background and didn't really enjoy drawing the characters too much, but it was decent overall haha.

Gahhh lore lore lore below, lots of text you may not want to read

(Maybe not so) Miniature lore time!

TW!!! Mentions of CHILD DEATH.

So I changed things around a bit to see what I like. Andrew IS in this AU (a character from the stitchwraith(did I spell that right?) which clued us into how Golden Freddy functions) and he's the twin brother of Cassidy. He takes the form of the vengeful spirit while Cassidy will resemble more of Charlie's role (sorta forgiving, protector, but not giver of life, that stays with the puppet.) Andrew and Cassidy were killed within moments of each other, still deciding how (debating on going with the springlock theory or not).

Anyway, Gabriel takes the spot as the oldest of the group, around 14. Jeremy is 8, Fritz 7, and Susie 5. Andrew and Cassidy hang around 12-ish.

A lot of their story is driven by Andrew, Cassidy, and Gabriel. (Bear trio yay!) They try to make plans, finding ways to free themselves, and 'get to heaven', but nothing truly works. They try killing night guards to see if their murderer is one, but they can't tell who it is (due to the spring bonnie suit), and all it results in is a bunch of children with blood on their hands. The youngest 3 truly don't understand. All they do is follow the orders from the "big kids". Blah blah blah story details, there's a lot of dialogue of them just talking. I mean, it's all they can do. Sometimes Gabriel will figure out one of the TVs and manage to turn on cartoons for them to watch, and they've even managed hide and seek a couple times.

blah blah blah more more more

Anyway they find CC's soul in the Fredbear plush. Don't know if I brought something like this up before, because I may have accidentally lied, but this was a detail I put in. CC actually dies during the bite of 83' with the plushy in his arms, and paired with the agony infused into it during FNAF 4, he latches onto it instead of onto Fredbear. Add in his reality altering abilities (as proved by the survival logbook text being altered and blah blah blah, watch God Victim theory, it has some points I use here). As I said, they find the plush with CC's soul. (His name is Eli in this universe, named after Elizabeth because he was born post Elizabeth's death. Times are changed around a LOT) They talk to CC, he's sobbing like 24/7, somehow they come to the conclusion about the happiest day thing, and they send Cassidy in (she wanted to) somehow??? Anyway that's how fnaf world ends up happening. Whole storyline everything blah blah blah, achieves happiest day (different than in the canon game but yk).

Once they learn happiest day they manage to use it(?) on everyone, not exactly the most peak storytelling, I know, but I'm working around it. I still need to actually read the stitchwraith (can't spell wahhh)

And they find heaven.

Most of them.

Andrew stays. He wants revenge. He needs someone to suffer for their actions. And Cassidy can't leave until he does. "Once we find him." He says, "Once he's suffered."

He didn't truly know how long that would take.

blah blah blah blah blah. omg ucn. Yeah that's Andrew. He finds a way to separate himself and Cassidy.

He's alone. "Not held back anymore."

UCN goes on woop woop.

uhmmmmmm

ikr peak storytelling.

then??? idk?? I'll make choices when they make more sense. A little tired lmbo. I'll start catching up this time I promiseeeeeeee. Gonna do smaller pieces to stop eating up time. This piece was SUCH a time eater!!! Should not have taken that long but I've been working on it for like 3 days (70% of that time was just me on my phone but we do not talk about that)

Anyway, sleep well, take my subpar effort, and have a good night! Stay simpin yall

[enchantedchocolatebars]

A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human Chapter 7 : Entering The Demon Realm

Written by 💕 enchantedchocolatebars 🍫 (me, lol).

Ao3 version.

Commission cover art.

Cover art poll.

Chapter titles.

Fic playlist 🎵 💕 🎶 ✨️ <3

Cover redraw.

Enjoy!

Sunday mornings were quite nice and relaxing in the Spellman household.

They would always begin the same way: while Phillip laid soundly in his bed, a restful smile would be on his face as he cuddled his favorite blanket.

It was a special gift to him from his uncle, who just so happened to share the same name as him, just spelled differently.

His parents would be downstairs.

While Piper, Phillip's pelican palisman, was outside enjoying the snacks that were given to him by Caleb and ****** in his nest, the couple were peacefully preparing breakfast together in the kitchen.

The indulgent and tasty meal they were making was a favorite amongst the Spellman family.

As soon as the familiar scent from downstairs traveled to his room and up his nostrils, Phillip quickly shot up from his sleep.

His eyes, as well as his smile, were bright.

"Flapjacks!" he beamed as he hurriedly slid out of bed in his handmade socks (also a gift from his uncle), racing out of his cracked door and into the hallway.

When he arrived downstairs, the little witchlet halfling was immediately greeted with a smile by both his mother and father.

"Good morning, Phillip," Caleb said to his son as he and ****** sat at the table, where the pancakes were already plated up.

Phillip had a seat himself, smiling fondly at his dad. "Good morning, Papa!" he greeted back with a chirp in his voice.

Piper flew into the cottage through the front window and landed on his webbed feet before walking towards the breakfast table.

When he approached them, the family noticed him eyeing the bowl of roasted baby growtatoes with keen interest.

They all began to laugh.

Caleb looked to Phillip. "Seem's Piper is about ready for breakfast, too. Would you like to put together something for him, or shall I take care of it while you eat?"

"Don't worry, Papa! I can take care of it!" Hearing that, Piper walked over to Phillip's side, opening his very long bill.

Phillip took his plate and used his fork to transfer some of his breakfast into Piper's mouth. He promptly shut it and enthusiastically began to eat.

Proud smiles lit up the faces of his parents as they let out soft laughs.

Their respective birds flew into the cottage and landed on their shoulders.

"You're growing up to be a very kind and responsible boy," Caleb told his son as Phillip smiled with a forkful of pancakes.

"Oh! I've been meaning to ask…" Caleb looked to ******, who directed her smile at him and nodded her head.

He glanced back at Phillip. "Did I ever tell you the story about how your mother and I met?"

After swallowing the chewed food in his mouth, Phillip responded excitedly with, "No, you haven't! I wanna know, Papa! I wanna know the story!"

Chuckling at Phillip's joyful demeanor, Caleb began telling him.

...

"Caleb..., Caaaleb, ... Caleb?" His brother whispered his name to him, but Caleb's world remained dark as ink.

That is until Philip felt the need to take hold of his shoulders.

"Caleb, wake up!"

"H-Huh?!" Caleb's eyes shot open as he immediately woke up from his blissful dream as a father.

The back of his head repeatedly came into contact with his pillow as Philip shook him.

Upon seeing his brother now awake, the brunette released his shoulders.

After wiping his eyes with his arm, the 23-year-old blinked a few times before giving his 19-year-old brother a displeased look.

"Philip, was that really necessary?" A groggy Caleb asked before a small smirk crept onto his lips.

"If you're enthusiastic about a date you've arranged with a girl, you couldn't have waited until I woke up on my own to inform me about it?" he chuckled.

Philip gave Caleb a very vex frown. "It's not about that," he replied in a deadpan tone, rolling his eyes at his older brother.

He let out a huff before speaking once more. "Caleb, be serious. I woke you up because of this."

Reaching a hand behind himself, Philip revealed a brown attaché case and showed it off to Caleb.

"Look."

The blonde tilted his head some at the strange-looking case. "Oh?" He blinked, examining the case as his eyes now represented brown dots as a gag.

"What's tha--," Caleb began to ask curiously but brought his words to a pause.

It suddenly hit the young adult like a bullet the more he stared at the case.

With swift movement, he reached under his pillow and pulled out ******'s key.

Ever since it was removed from her neck, Caleb has kept it under his pillow for safekeeping.

'She was history,' he constantly told himself.

His mind had long ago erased her as a bad memory.

An evident lie.

Holding up the key to the case for comparison, Caleb realized that the skull-shaped design on the bow was similar to the one on the front of the case.

He soon put two and two together, his eyes and aura becoming bright.

"That must be ******'s magic door! Pip, how did you manage to find it?" Caleb asked, genuinely amazed and impressed.

The door has been on their search list since they found the key for it.

"Oh!" Philip smiled cockily upon seeing his brother be dazzled by his discovery.

"Well," he began. "I had... managed to wrestle it out of the grips of a brown bear in the woods. I, of course, came out victorious by the end of it."

Philip explained, clearly trying to come off as more courageous than he really was.

He had no intention of telling Caleb that he had gotten into a scuffle with a possum over it.

"A brown bear, huh?" Caleb commented with a chuckle, aware that his brother would probably run away screaming if he came into contact with an actual bear.

"I see. Nice work, Pip. Though..." Caleb's eyes reverted to dots once more. "Why does it look like a case rather than a door?"

Soon enough, Philip's eyes began to resemble his brother's.

"That I'm... not entirely sure why...," he admitted with his now dotted eyes, confused like his brother.

"I... guess that doesn't matter...," Caleb trailed off before a determined smile flickered on his face. "Let's just figure out a way to open it."

Philip nodded and smiled, indicating his determination as well.

...

"... Maybe you put it in like this? Or maybe like this? Hmm... perhaps it goes... somewhere here? Oh wait, no. It... doesn't." Caleb sighed out a visible puff of air, dropping his shoulders.

The oldest Wittebane was trying but ultimately failing to insert the key into the case's non-existing keyhole for about an hour while standing at the entrance of the woods with his brother.

With his satchel on and a bored expression, Philip observed Caleb's fruitless attempts and exhaled a drained sigh.

"Dear brother," the brunette began with a groan. "Please, allow me to help. You're obviously not succeeding at this," he pointed out.

"... Fiiine," Caleb groaned in a low, weary voice, accepting his brother's offered help as he handed him the key and the case.

Philip began to inspect both with a precise, squinted eye.

"But Pip, I'm not certain if you'll be able to--"

Click!

After a simple press of the skull-shaped button on the key, the case and key quickly flew out of Philip's grasp, startling both him and Caleb as both items levitated before them.

The brothers were stunned by the sight that unfolded before them next: a black flash erupted as Caleb and Philip shielded their eyes.

As the Wittebanes gradually lowered their arms, they saw that the case was now a door that opened into a black portal that led to an unknown realm.

The inside was bathed in jet black, with a swirling vortex of ultra-bright silver glitter, speckled with tiny pinpricks of light, shining like distant stars.

No words were spoken by either brother as they stared.

"W-Wait!" Caleb managed to say while holding his arm out to stop Philip, who was about to take a step forward toward the shimmering doorway.

Caleb placed his hands on Philip's shoulders while gazing into his eyes.

"Pip, we must be careful. Who knows the dangers that await us on the other side?"

The care and concern in his brother's voice was audible to Philip.

"I know, I know...," he said.

"But... we'll be fine. I know we will. We always have God on our side, as well as each other. I have no doubt that we can overcome any obstacle that comes our way together," Philip assures Caleb before smiling a purposeful smile at him.

"We're the Wittebane brothers after all, and no witch, demon, or fiend can ever prevent us from completing our mission of eradicating witchcraft."

After seeing Philip's face full of confidence and determination, Caleb slowly began to smile.

It reminded him of when Philip was a small boy, always confident and determined to stop 'witches' when they played witch hunters in order to bring about good.

"You're right," he said with a soft expression before grinning without delay.

"But try not to hide behind me the entire trip, okay? It could be a hindrance to our progress, Philip."

Caleb laughed at Philip's lips twisting into a playful frown as he gave a hard eyeroll.

"Understood," he lightly grumbled out with narrow eyes.

"Well, I guess it's time for us to start going. Are you ready, Pip?"

Philip replied with a nod of his head.

Both brothers enter the portal together, heading into the unknown as the door folds up and disappears.

...

"D-Did you see that, Henrietta?" Mr. Kookman whispers to his wife in disbelief.

The befuddled woodlander takes a sidestep from the tree he was hiding behind, clutching his Henrietta near him.

He had no words to express his emotions about what he had just seen.

"D-Do... do you think they'll be back?" the town kook asked his wife.

"Cluck!"

"Oh! I... I see. Do you know what that means, dear?"

Henrietta gives a slight head tilt. "Cluck?"

Mr. Kookman nodded at her answer.

"Exactly... FREE HOUSE!!" Mr. Kookman exclaims loudly in delight as he dashes in the direction of the Wittebane household.

He had a plan to transform their home into his own.

[kogetaikid]

(DELTARUNE CHAPTER 4 SPOILERS!!!)

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❤️ It's okay not to smile.

Decided I'll quickly redraw that one scene to practice perspective, and also sad scenes in general.

Even decided to queue this for 13am... This is the scene that made me declare Ralsei as my favorite character. Though obviously not to the same extent as Ralsei, I know what it's like to involutarily know way too many things that I shouldn't know.

Please forgive me if I'm misinterpreting this as I'm once again writing queueing this post at 10pm and need to SERIOUSLY replay chapter 4 (and am too fidgety to watch a playthrough), but it seems terrifying to know, or at least assume you know how you, your friends, your world, universe, everything is gonna end. (I won't to go too into personal experiences, but I've been in a similar situation, though it was more "when" than "how" for me. Either way, It still felt relatable on my end. )

Also, I think it's an interesting concept to have a character who, despite being a mere illusion of a living, organic being, is treated as if he was real. Kris and Susie, Susie especially have done nothing but prove that as long as their in the dark world, he's real. The only person who can see that is Ralsei himself, causing him to feel as if he was just a thing and not a person who can feel emotions, have desires, interests, likes, dislikes, a personality and friends. He constantly calls himself selfish throughout chapters 3 and 4 for wanting things for himself when all he does if just give to others, hoping to stay useful to them as long as possible, assuming, and wanting them to forget he even exists when he's no longer of use...

Admittedly, I didn't like Ralsei much in the first two chapters, but that's because we knew little about him. Now that we have a little more insight, I feel like I connect with him the most.

Also, when I played through this cutscene for the first time, it kinda awakened a headcanon/theory in me. I know I'm infamous for getting things wrong in my theories, but I think I may actually be onto something this time:

THAT SAYING DIDN'T COME OUT OF NOWHERE. PERHAPS KRIS IS EITHER PROJECTING AND/OR REPEATING SOMETHING SOMEONE CLOSE TOLD THEM.

If I recall correctly, there was a survey (that I missed completely) before chapter's 3 and 4's release called "How long did it take for her to smile". It's most likely referring to Noelle most likely after Dess's disappearance.

Maybe Asriel, or one of Noelle's parents said that to Noelle and either Kris as well or Kris overheard. Maybe I'm speaking complete baloney again, but something tells me this isn't gonna be a one off line, especially when smiles are so prevalent through Deltarune and heck even Undertale, (there's a video I remember watching from YouTuber HalfBreadChaos on the smiles in UT/DR, but I need to watch it again...), but what are your thoughts? I'm once again writing this at 10pm night and losing sleep.

[nocturnalfandomartist]

.⋆｡ﾟ Art vs Artist 2024! ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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It's my first time doing art vs artist, but I thought it'd be a nice opportunity to see how it looks! My style has been so inconsistent this year (thanks multiple style crises), but I am proud of a few pieces. Mostly. I seem to use similar techniques and colors a lot, but I guess that's the point of an art style anyway. Everything up here is cropped a bit since I don't draw at a 1:1 ratio usually. If this is your first time seeing my work, I love The Legend of Zelda and Zelink!

Thanks for another fun year of art! ^^ Some stats below:

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I remember drawing this on the announcement day, within a few hours! It's my first post to surpass 1k!

My second post to surpass 1k!

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...trends work

i need to repost this with type instead of handwriting

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I want to redraw this one, even if it's not very canon

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I will continue to change how I draw her

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I tried a slightly different look here, I think it's kinda cute!

A tie!

#8 | 456 notes | June 19, 2024

Two pieces are in this post! I love Classic Zelink, so I was trying to figure out how I wanted to draw them. :) I have a lot of drawings of them to come...

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I've really been trying to figure out how I want to do backgrounds on my doodle pages. And how to draw TP Zelda properly. Still haven't figured either out, if you're wondering.

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So much from EoW... I jumped on that hype so fast, it's the Zelda game I've only ever dreamed about!! ♡ Still kind of surprised nothing from Linktober is up here, though, considering it was all the better stuff. ^^" There are a few pieces I never finished this year, also... maybe 2025 will be their year!

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Small announcement - I got a private commission I'm working on at the moment, but soon they will be entirely open again! I do character art and designs if you're interested! ^^

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✦ Ko-Fi | ✧ Ao3 | ⟡ Bluesky

REBLOGGING IS ENCOURAGED, BUT DO NOT REPOST.

[tzukin]

An archive of my old Hokiria art

Hokiria being the characters Hokuto Kaneshiro and Kiria Yoshii from rosario+vampire (a trashy harem manga I read way earlier than I should've) - the two characters I've had a fixation on for a good 7 years of my life. I think i'm one of the 2 total artists who have consistently drawn most of their fanart that exists, so I wanted to dump it all here to celebrate the creation of my account. + I wanted to explain each of the pieces so whoever stumbles upon this can have that too !!

(I would try and order the pieces oldest to newest but i have no idea at this point)

The only time kiria showed any form of genuine emotion was when crying over Hokuto's death (coma) (of which he was also almost directly responsible for).

Really want to redraw this piece - Kiria as a chimera - but more aligned with the mythological characters themselves.

A fanart redraw that I really hate now.

One of the earliest if not THE earliest piece of fanart, idk why there's so much blank space, ask past me.

Hokuto as the 'wheel of fortune' tarot card (as part of my series featuring all of the characters). Thematically fits his character a ton - associated with change, cycles, fate, decisive moments, luck etc., which is practically his entire character from his backstory to his death.

Kiria as 'the devil' tarot card - obsession, addiction, dependancy, excess, freedom, reclaiming power etc.

Was working with perspective and better poses - i used these as my pfps for so long.

I was so proud of this one, I think it totalled 52 hours because i tried colouring the entire background in intricate and individually rendered flowers before I eventually gave up. Anyway- the title of this piece is 'death is preferable to loss of virtue' which is inspired by the meaning I found of the flower of the 'dried white rose' and have been using as the title for so many of my projects since.

Never posted this one cause I was embarrassed despite it not being anything explicit but here you go i defeated my fear today.

A piece i made for halloween, i love it so much - solidifies everything the characters' dynamic means to me.

A follow up of the previous piece :)

Also for halloween - I SWER I will draw another body horror piece of them I NEED it.

Kiria as Jon arbuckle, self explanatory, my two niches joining.

The text reads: Hokuto: What was the point of the rollerblades? Kiria: It's for the look - plus, I let you keep your suit so no complaining!

I hate this piece but the sentiment is there - I was trying to get across the point that kiria finds that hokuto is one of the only people that understands him, which is why hokuto is one of the only ones he cares about.

I doodled his little shikigami thing a million times in my school text books from year 9 to current day.

A redraw of the cover they appear in (vol 13 season 2).

Hokuto's last moment, he smiles.

+ the redraw / pairing pieces I did for this more recently:

1st Hokiria body horror piece, I almost kms making this but I really liked the result and I want to redraw this in the near future.

The lyrics in the background are from 'Shine' by take that which i associate with hokiria for whatever reason (they are literally not related to that song AT ALL). I think this was THE first hokiria piece I ever drew.

Kiria realising the seriousness of Hokuto's death - doesn't happen in canon, this was more of a whim to draw.

[tazienimp]

Average travel experience with the triplets

Ghost and Twilight aren't here btw cause they're adults and they wanted to stay home and not deal with the screaming and crying and scratching/biting that comes with having feral lil siblings

Doom is like, always the toddler wrangler, btw. Mephy chose to carry the only kid who isn't a menace, while getting frustrated with his husband because he's taking too long. Truly he is the most Karen'est of all mall girlfriends. Doom, btw, does not mind this. It makes him feel like less of the old man he really is.

Fun fact, Doom likes to help around in the hatchery on the Black Comet whenever he's there. It's like a giant daycare, really. There are Black Arms families and stuff, like on any other planet, and there's one large 'building' that houses the babies when they need to be dropped off for whatever reason until their parents get back, whether they're larvae or fledgelings. And when Doom was off world, before he came back to earth, he spent a lot of time taking care of the little ones to give the hatchery staff more break time, and because he missed his sons. He got really really good at taking care of them, so a couple rowdy toddlers of his own are no match for the gramps that is their dad.

Also, you guys get to finally see what he looks like in public!!!!! He's royalty so like, sure he can change policies and amend what defines fucking treason for his species, but he still has to follow the dress code set up by the first Black Arms king. Of which there has only been one other. The fucker is banished but there's still shit Doom has to put up with from him. It's why his original garb in his alien form is all tattered, he doesn't actually give a shit about it, he'd rather lounge around in a shirt and nothing else, but in public he has to follow certain rules and keep up appearances. Unless he's on vacation, then he can wear Hawaiian shirts and whatever else.

Really the only thing he added to the outfit to give his own personal touch is the jewelry, he really likes brighter colors. It's why Mephy's so pretty to him.

This was a meme redraw of this pic, it's one I've had my eye on for a hot minute and my artstyle's finally improved enough where i could tackle it

Alright, love you guys XDDDD i hope you all been enjoying all the meme content, it's probs all ima be doing all through art fight

[lakesparkles]

Can you believe I like these two for ONE YEAR?? Because I can't!

If you want to read the big, emotional description I put on Instagram, here you go:

I'm a few days earlier, but it has been… a year since I started liking these two- Maybe it doesn't sound like a big deal, but I NEVER had a hyperfixation that lasted for so long, it's usually only some months. But here I am, drawing PB and Diane as usual. So this is a simple and self indulgente post, the first slide is me redrawing my first drawings of them! Being totally honest, I don't even know why I like them that much. It all started with "they have the most interesting and well written relationship I've ever seen" and soon turned into "I need to draw them kissing". I know they aren't the most usual ship, but I'm very thankful that more people like me drawing them, especially with how they make me a lot happier in general. Funny enough, the only problem I ever had shipping them was a few weeks ago when I found out someone reposted my art on Reddit of all places. This explains the second slide, because it was most comments it got, saying how much my art was weird, gross and disturbing. According to them, I draw Mr Peanutbutter more like a dog (?) so I shouldn't draw him kissing Diane…. they also didn't like my art style because I'm a furry :/ what surprises me is that they were fans of the show as well, complaining about me drawing a canon couples that kissed on the show and were married for four seasons… But oh well, it doesn't make me as upset as before and it surely won't make me stop drawing them. But PLEASE, don't repost my art of Reddit lmao Anyways, I love them <33

[canmom]

Animation Night 197: we're back, let's make some shit!

Hey everyone! Happy year increment.

Animation Night hasn't been on in a while, for a variety of reasons - some of them good. And I can't promise it's going to be back as a truly regular thing, necessarily. This year, I want to focus on making stuff, and spending time w people irl. If I'm blogging a lot, it's a symptom... The release of short story A Summoning, and the next two to come, is step one on that. As-yet unnamed short film project, presently in the scripting stage, is another.

With that in mind, maybe Animation Night has served its purpose. But I'm not done with Animation Night! And to set things off on the right foot, here are two films about making art for your perusal.

Look Back surely needs no introduction for the sakubuta/weeb slice of my audience but for the rest of ya, let's set the scene a little. We have here the adaptation of a one-shot manga by our god Tatsuki Fujimoto - yes, he of Chainsaw Man! and Fire Punch, Goodbye Eri... - about two girls Fujino and Kyomoto, very overtly based on Fujimoto himself, creating manga. A story of all the intense highs and lows that come with making art, gradually escalating until an abrupt turn to tragedy late in the story that is pure Fujimoto. It's a thoughtful, slightly enigmatic story, the thought of thing that scratches an itch in your brain and leaves you oddly fired up afterwards.

The story of the animated version, recounted as well as always on sakugablog, is also rather dramatic. So, this workaholic madlad Kiyotaka Oshiyama, fed up of how anime usually goes, was the furious driving force behind a really unusual production. It's one which let the key animation of Oshiyama himself (who animated about half the film) alongside industry legends like Toshiyuki Inoue go through without the usual redrawing step, that is, without the overly-clean stiffness that tends to bring in - an approach that really let them bring out the most incredibly lively and organic animation, the kind that really lets the emotions spill out of the screen.

Like, you know me, my favourite anime is Eizouken, you know how much I love stories about girls making pictures together. But this one is really something special. And, hey, after all the controversies over whether Mappa!Chainsaw Man missed the mark or not and how it ought to have been, we have a Fujimoto adaptation that everyone seems to agree is just perfect. Hooray!

There's much, much, much more to praise on the technical side: gorgeous colour design, super smart boards with incredibly funny elaborations on Fujino's 4koma strips, pacing that really gets the feel of a Fujimoto manga - just about everyone in this year's animation awards had something to add there. And it is also really short, much more like an OVA length than the usual big film. It is just as long as it needs to be: the perfectly tight production.

Which means we've got room for another.

So the other film I've got to show...

...is not as likely to be on your radar. Nobody's even gif'd it. I saw this one at the Scotland Loves Anime festival a few months ago, and it only very recently landed on Nyaa. So let me spend a few more words introducing it.

If Look Back is the work of industry veterans at the absolute top of their game, A Few Moments of Cheers is almost aggressively new, but in other ways its story is quite similar to Look Back. The director, Popreq/poprika of the three-person studio Hooray, is basically a baby - someone who established himself making music videos in Blender, such as this:

or this:

Popreq's style is characterised by bright colour, creative shading effects like the screentone dots you see in the first video, and lively mobile camerawork - really leaning into the unique qualities of 3DCG as a medium.

So much so that someone with money approached him like 'hey can you make a movie of this'. That movie concerns, get this, a young Blender animator specialising in music videos - but it's not actually autobiographical per se, it's just that writer Jukki Hanada pretty much wrote the script around Popreq.

The stylistic debt to Makoto Shinkai is certainly there, with the warm light washing over every surface, the dramatic shots of the sky, etc. etc., but this has its own story to tell; it is about the meeting of people at various points in the brutal cycle of artmaking. Kanata (the 3D artist in question) is a bright young thing full of fire and hope; he becomes aware of his teacher Yu's talent for singing in a chance encounter on the street, unaware that she's been so ground down by her unsuccessful efforts as a singer that she's basically on the edge of giving up - a predicament shared by his friend Daisuke, who has reached a point of unfulfilment with painting.

Kanata becomes convinced he must make a music video for Yu, and his faltering efforts and the fallout of that push him onto an arc of understanding. And much as it's got that Shinkai melodrama aspect, climactic chase and all, it really does hit some notes about the pain of not making it. So much anime about making art follows the templates of sports anime: the gradual rise in fame and escalating tiers of prestige like stages in a league. It's welcome to have a film more focused on exploring the emotions of not making it.

The methods of production are also notable. At Scotland Loves Anime there was an extended interview between Jonathan Clements and Popreq which really went into the production nitty gritty... something they promised to put online but I can't seem to find anywhere. Perhaps something to follow up on later. Popreq refused to be seen on camera (despite Clements claiming he had an exceptionally beautiful bishōnen face lmao) but came across as terribly sincere. I will have to recount from memory...

The film is of course mostly rendered in Blender - in fact, there's an incredible sequence of Kanata animating in Blender that is one of my favourite parts - but it also brings in some even newer tech: its animation is largely accomplished motion capture, using a variety of tools and software, including 'Perception Neuron' used to capture crowd scenes. Popreq himself plays nearly every character with an affordable mocap rig from his home. Only a few sequences, notably the live music performance scenes, used more traditional mocap studio tech. Here and there for more cartoonish scenes, 2D animation is mixed in, fitting in very seamlessly with the lineless 3D.

This single-actor mocap approach puts it in the company of The Pig That Survived Foot and Mouth Disease, the Korean film which I wrote about here. In both films, the tech enables a style of film that just couldn't be created before. Pig That Survived takes a more naturalistic approach to acting befitting its dark Shakespearean drama, while Cheers tends to go for more comical exaggerated motion - at least for its main boy. But honestly Popreq knocks it out of the park with the acting, conveying much with a subtle head tilt. (It helps, I suppose, to be his own cinematographer as much as main actor.)

I went into AFMOC without expectations (I just thought it looked neat on the programme) and was very pleasantly surprised, and it absolutely exemplifies the spirit of just, making some shit with whatever tools come to hand. So that's why I wanna bring it to you today, and even put it alongside a masterpiece like Look Back. Between these two films... well, they say what it's all about, really. Art about the struggles of making art can get a bit wanky, but when it's done well, it hits like nothing else. And both of these films leave me fired up to make something true. I hope they'll do the same for you.

Naturally I'm starting stupid late. Animation Night 197 will be going live in just a second at the usual twitch.tv/canmom, movies starting in about 15-20 minutes - we'll be watching AFMOC and then Look Back! Hope to see you there, and either way, happy new year freaks! I wanna see what you can't resist making, in whatever medium and idiom calls to you, just like these anime kids.

[drakyions]

i really reeeally want to redraw my old comparison chart for the 'different' clouds people see and do it with other characters as well... i love when people give the jenovaboys weird inhuman features it's so fucking cool but my personal headcanon subscription is that they look Too Human sometimes (frighteningly perfect?) and Different to other people due to jenova being a deceiver who hunts with memories. it's so hard to see any of their true selves... even to people who don't know zack or cloud personally, knowing what a SOLDIER looks like makes their eyes glow brighter, they look pristine and untouched, perfect machines serving shin-ra, much more ideal than their actual sickly look. maybe to those who don't care too much for shin-ra they look more uncanny, more dangerous - or maybe to elderly or the more down-to-earth they have little features that remind them of family. it's uncontrollable. they're simply ever-shifting due to jenova never being able to stop being a hunter. and That lives inside them now. tifa who sees cloud with more natural colors, a healthier tone, little skin blemishes or scratches or just anything that makes him seem more human; aerith who sometimes sees cloud with darker blue eyes and longer, darker hair; barret who sees him closer to his actual appearance, sickly and frightening, like an abused fighting dog. sorry to sound utterly Pretentious about some videogame headcanons i've just been Really wanting to draw and write these guys being unintentional freaks so much. maybe also intentionally. who's to say these little hunting tricks aren't helpful on the run, when you need a place to shelter? can you still be yourself when you're apart of something so much bigger that runs through you now, that tweaks your very thinking pattern to the point where it's impossible to know what are your ideas and wants anymore? how many times can you appear as someone's grandchild, someone's lost love, someone's sibling, etc. until you start to forget your own name and face. what makes an identity. is it ethical to make them go through that loss again? do you care? haha anyway silly thoughts im too lazy to draw/write 🤪🤪🤪 i am always on that pointless long textpost shit

[clockwise-works]

"Power Couple"

So I know I had posted my Link design for this AU just a week or so ago, but truthfully I was really unhappy with how it turned out. I decided to play around with the posing, and used different brushes and colors. I didn't want to just do Link though, so surprise! You get a Mipha with it! I've got my thought process below the cut for anyone interested.

So for Link I didn't really want to change much from my last design. It was really just the art style and posing I didn't like. I DID decide to give into my demons and gave him a cape. The idea is that it's long enough for him to cover his arm up when in towns / conceal his identity from Ganondorf and Astor. It's also big enough for the two to share on particularly cold nights. I also added some knight's guards for his boots. I felt the bottom half of the original design was simply too boring, so I included it to add a little flair to his boots. I then added patches to his pants to show just how devastating the fight was WaterBlight was, every patch, scar, and tear a spot he was struck.

I then gave him a shield made of light from the Light Secret Stone. My idea is that since Link was unable to defend himself initially from Ganondorf's Gloom, he uses the Light Stone to make a shield to properly defend himself. The shield's design is a mix between the Hyrulean and Zora shields, symbolizing him dual upbringing in this AU. I wanted to include the Shield's design without the glow affect but have seemingly lost the file :( If anyone is interested I could redraw it and post it another time.

The stone ALSO slows down his arm's death, essentially counterbalancing the Gloom infection. His arm did take substantial damage up until that point though, as it as seemingly withered down drastically, and will definitely need amputation after the war. I then gave Mipha the Water Secret Stone, and for them it's the first one they find. The idea is that WaterBlight, after "defeating" Mipha and Link, makes a break to the Water Temple to steal the Secret Stone. In the process he uses the temple to rain hellfire upon the Zora, an attempt by Astor the cripple the closest army to Hyrule.

For Mipha's design I was initially disappointed. The original idea was to give her pieces of Zonai armor that she and Link find on the sky islands above Zora's Domain, but unfortunately TotK has like NO good actual armors. So I decided to just go with Zora's guard armor, the idea being her father REFUSING to allow his daughter and son to rejoin the fight so soon after WaterBlight unless she properly protected herself. I then removed and or damaged parts of her jewelry, most likely lost during her battle in Vah Ruta.

To give her more than just Zora's guard armor, I gave her a belt that holds a bunch of Elixers to use on their journey, and a pouch containing medical supplies and rations. I gave her Link's hairband because I imagined a scene of her disappointed that she lost one of her mother's bracelets, so Link gave it to Mipha to cheer her up. It doesn't really compare, he knows this, but she appreciated it. I then gave her the Amber Earrings to give her better defense.

Finally, the scars and bandages. While Mipha DOES have healing magic, at this point of the story she is practically drained. For frame of reference, she had been healing herself multiple times during the WaterBlight battle (a fight that lasted hours), AND THEN subconsciously used her magic to keep her and Link alive just barely when they escaped Vah Ruta and drifted down the Rutala River until the fleeing Zoras found them. Her magic healed their most egregious wounds, but multiple scars were left behind. Maybe she could force herself to heal more, but Link nor any of the Zora would allow her to push herself too far.

[shima-draws]

Hiya!! I saw you were having a hard time, so I'm here to distract you from the things!! >7<)/

Who was your first OC? What did they look like, mayhaps try to redesign/redraw them side by side!

I hope things get better for you soon!!

Aw thank you!!! 🥰

My first OC was either Shima or Riku, I can't remember for sure who came first but they've been with me the longest

And yeah I've redesigned them both lots of times already! I have a habit of redesigning OCs once every few years lol

First art I EVER posted of them? I had to dig into my old DeviantART account to find this, this is from 2011 holy SHIT?? Have I really been on the internet for that long? Anyway old art jumpscare warning

Aww. Baby Shima art <3

This was before Riku actually got a human form, he actually started out as a Pokemon OC that was like. A weird genetic mutation of Pikachu? Uncreative little me called him Rare Pikachu LMAO or RP for short. Neat bit of lore, when I eventually repurposed him to become Riku I kept those same initials. Riku Promethera = RP :") Just a callback to his origins <3 He's always been Shima's partner tho since the beginning which makes me really emo honestly

Anyway here have 10+ years of Shima and Riku art

Shima's hair has gotten noticeably pinker but her actual hair style has stayed relatively the same after the very first redesign. God it used to be so DARK and way browner but I think the pink fits the palette very well :"D

And Riku...I used to strictly adhere to the black color scheme but I think the new one with the earthy tones suits him perfectly since he's a land elemental!

Also I need to draw him pathetic and covered in blood again. Tbh.