#if he is what gets me out of artblock then that is what the gods intended.

[azacat-alias-lost]

Okay so artblock is being a bitch rn but i just had a BRAINBLAST of a crossover au idea

@sinisterspoon you're gonna lose your shit about this

So picture this. The TF2 Red mercs are getting back from yet another fight with Blu, and yknow its the typical banter n stuff. Then, out of NOWHERE, two people crash through their ceiling. One is a large, freckled man with whitening hair and a horribly stained blue sweater, knocked out cold. The other is a thin, dark-skinned man with salt and pepper hair and oh my god thats a lot of eyes. Holy shit. And they're all open. Dazed, unconscious, but open. He also has a stab wound that is healing unnaturally fast.

Medic is like "Well we should probably make sure they don't die" And so he does. He takes them into his clinic and is going to heal them, and maayyybe do a few experiments along the way. But before he can even make the first incision (he chose the smaller guy), the man's hand shoots up and grabs his wrist. In a voice tinged with the static of a tape recorder, he whispers..

"Where am I? I Know for a fact this isn't London"

Eventually, they both wake up, recover, etc. The Mercs are very intrigued as to where they came from, y'know with falling out of the sky and all. As they hang around each other more, it becomes exceedingly clear that they are Not Human. Fog, Knowing, the way the cameras move to watch them... Heavy is the first to point it out, and Engie is the first to confront them directly.

The Magnus Institute, London. The Fears. The Apocalypse.

Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood are sitting at the table with 9 unrealized avatars of the Slaughter.

What do they do? Well naturally, they ask the two to help in the Gravel Wars. They give them gear, test their abilities, and train them in combat. They connect them to the respawn machine, and familiarize them with the proceedings. The first (and only) time Medic tries to experiment on Jon, he nearly bites his arm off. Yeah, the end of the world kinda made him feral.

And so two new Mercs are created.

JONATHAN SIMS: THE INTEL - The Intel can certainly fight, although their damage is very weak. Mostly specializing in overseeing the battlefield, they give information and locations to members of their team. They have a spot on the map that they can go to view cameras, picking off Spies and warning of Snipers and Engineer's turrets. In this zone, they cannot be harmed, but no one else is able to get in range to be harmed by them. They also have the ability, (once per game) to pick one person on the enemy team and just absolutely obliterate them. Smite them, if you will.

MARTIN BLACKWOOD: THE WISP - A master of stealth, the Wisp has the ability to float around the battlefield like a cloud of mist. Just barely visible, they can hide in almost any place. The moment they materialize to fight, however, they become vulnerable. Extremely vulnerable. Their damage hits like a tank, but their defense is very poor. After materializing, they have a cooldown before they can turn to mist again. Their weapon of choice is a damage-heavy knife, much sturdier and more jagged than Spy's switchblade.

This is NOT what they thought their Somewhere Else would be like. But hell, it beats being stuck at the Supernatural Horror Collecting Factory.

"Where you go, I go."

"Always."

Anyway, please let me know what you think!! This has been rotating in my mind for a little bit and might be the best crossover I've ever come up with

[otdiaftg]

The King's Men - Chapter Sixteen (18)

Day: Friday, April 12th / 13th* Time: 11:45 PM EST

The club is too loud for Neil to hear Andrew's approach, but suddenly Andrew is pressed into his side by the crowd. Roland looks from Andrew to Neil and back again, brow furrowed a bit in badly-concealed concern. Neil realizes then he is looking for a sign they are all right after what he'd let slip back in January. Nicky knows when he is being ignored, and he has no problem interpreting Roland's searching stare. He interrupts his own story to demand, "Don't you dare tell me you knew about them before I did! Oh my god," he says at Roland's startled, guilty look. "Oh my god, you did. How the hell? We just figured it out a couple weeks ago. How long have you known Andrew was gay?" "Are they a 'them' now?" Roland asks instead of answering. His smile is back, wide and pleased, and he stops filling their tray to pour them shots. Ever the optimist, he sets one out for Neil, too. Nicky passes the glasses out and Neil accepts his after a slight hesitation. Roland plucks his own shot up and tips it in a toast. "I'll drink to that. It's about damned time." "It's not something to be proud of," Aaron says. "Hater," Nicky says, and half-turns to make sure Neil isn't pawning his drink off on Andrew. They knock their drinks back as one and Roland collects empty glasses. Nicky points at Roland as he goes back to mixing drinks. "I noticed you avoided my questions, by the way. You're not sneaky. And what do you mean 'about damned time'?" "You can pry that story out of Andrew," Roland says. "Getting answers out of these two is like trying to get a stone to bleed," Nicky says. "It's impossible and I'm about to get my fingers broken for trying. How'd you know? Is your gaydar more advanced than mine is or—" Nicky's jaw drops as he clues in. "Wait. No way. No way! Did you two —?" "Don't," Aaron cuts in. "Just don't. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to think about it. I want to drink and pretend I don't know any of you." "I thought we were friends," Nicky says to Roland. "How could you keep this from me?" "I'm a bartender," Roland says. "I don't spill drinks or other people's secrets. With that one ill-timed exception," he corrects himself with a small grimace at an impassive Andrew. "Sorry about that, by the way. Didn't mean to jump the gun." "Roland, we are fighting effective immediately," Nicky says with a huff. "Maybe you can win my friendship back with enough drinks tonight. Come on, Aaron, let's see if a table opened up."

Art used with permission by Aymmidumps. Thank you @aymmidumps!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

[cup1dt3a]

I loved your Wally x reader and their little sister its so cute I hope its ok if I request a Wally x reader who loves to draw and reader starts looking for inspiration and they come across the show and they start drawing the characters Wally seemingly there favorite to draw

Tysm for the request and kind words! It always makes me happy to know people are enjoying my writing! And your request sounds very intriguing I like it! Hope you’re doing well or that things get better!

“ Ugh! Why must artblock be such a bitch!?” You cried out scribbling over the drawings you deemed not good.

You’ve had nothing but what feels like years of artblock. Even though it’s only been two weeks you just really wanted draw something and be happy with it but with whatever you drew you immediately hated it or just couldn’t get it how you wanted it to look. Including when a single idea came to mind it would completely vanish the moment you tried to draw. It was almost as if the gods forbid you to draw. Eventually you sighed out too frustrated to keep going as you tossed your sketch book to the side of your nightstand with your pencil and eraser.

“ Maybe watching some TV will do the trick?” You questioned to yourself .

As you grabbed the remote to the Tv flipping through the dully colored shows. Some more mature, too childish for you, others too in appropriate for you. Soon enough after your mindless flipping you came across a bright and colorful show displaying its intro. Now this looked interesting! You put the remote down onto a nearby surface as your eyes were now glued to the TV. Everything about the show from beginning to end captivated you. The show’s character designs were outstanding, the animation even more the puppets was almost too smooth like they were alive, and just everything about it made you admire it. But one character in particular caught your attention.

Wally Darling the main character of the show drew you into it even more. You loved his design and character traits. He was like a little gremlin! It didn’t help that he was also 12 apples tall. He was just a tiny little gremlin in your eyes that loved apples and drew. Him also being an artist was just a bonus for you!

“ Now! What do you think I should draw today?” He asked through the screen staring at the viewer who was currently you.

“ How about I draw you?” You muttered eyes flickering back and forth to a cream colored page and the colorful puppet.

Your art block finally vanished from your new obsession with the main character Wally. His design was supper easy to draw his figure too was just as easy. It didn’t help that the day after watching the show and drawing him the next few episodes all he did was give you brilliant and adorable poses. It was like he was practically begging you to draw him.

What a model he was. It was almost as if he never wanted you to take your eyes off of him. Like he was your little model doing anything you needed without being asked to. The perfect model indeed. But everyone has their secrets right? And your precious model had many.

He swung his legs back and forth with glee as he laid on his plush stomach on the the floors of your room. Flipping through your many many many pages of him and his friends. But mainly him. He couldn’t believe that he was the main focus of your inspiration. Him! Wally Darling the main focus of your own masterpieces. He had to admit you really did have some talent with shading and even just with drawing in general. You were just as good as him! It made him so happy almost too happy.

Looking over to your sleeping figure he couldn’t help but just want to give you a hug as a thank you for your amazing work. What kind of neighbor would he be if he didn’t thank you for being so kind as to draw him?

So as quietly as he could he had gotten up off of his little legs pushing up from the ground to tip toe over to your sleeping figure. Somewhere in your own dream land unaware and so unknowingly vulnerable to anyone who came in here. You should be glad it was him and not some horrible soul! Wally never exactly understood sleeping. Every time he tried he’d wake up in a panic scared of the horrible things his imagination came up with in his own dream land. You just looked so peaceful. He must admit that he envied you and his friends for having the gift of sleep. He’s almost surprised he doesn’t have eye bags like Franks. Just as he reached your comfy bed he couldn’t reach up. Pouting as he tried to quietly jump up without waking you. He couldn’t reach you even as he pitifully tried. Your bed was too high for his small plush legs to reach. He wondered how you even got up her everyday. You must of had to do some kind of cardio to achieve the top of this thing!

You stirred around on top of the bed hearing a small pitter patter constantly tapping your floor. You assumed it was your pet wanting attention. It was your fault for spoiling them so much they they only scratched at your bedside or tried to jump onto it so you would cuddle them. Tiredly sitting up you turned to the side of the constant pitter patter you felt around for them eventually feeling something soft and pulling them up. Not even giving it a second thought to the difference in the texture of your baby.

“ You’re so pitiful.” You told them nuzzling their forehead before dozing off to sleep.

Well this was unexpected. You’re now hugging him and he can’t get out of your grip now. Home is going to be so mad at him if he doesn’t hurry up. But at the same time you’re so comfy as you gently huggs you with his plush form. Why must the world be so cruel that he has to go soon ending this amazing moment sooner than he wants it to. If he could he would just lay in your arms forever always able to have your warm figure cuddling him. Wow he could actually go to sleep for once. But the sun is about to rise and home will lock him out again if he doesn’t come back! This was so unfair. After he sadly wiggled out of your loving grip he jumped off the bed. Landing face first onto the hard floor. How lovely?

He bit his tongue rushing towards the TV to scream out in pain as freely as he wanted to.

You woke up in an award position as if you were hugging something. You stretched your arms out trying to undo a few knots in your back. All the sudden you heart your pet making a ruckus at the door. You huffed getting out of bed to see what got them so rilled up. Soon you came to the door hearing the bell ringing. Opening the door you saw a small rectangular box at the bottom of your feel. Looking around the corner unsure you ordered anything that was supposed to arrive today.

You brought it inside to see if you could find an address or anything to know who’s it was and to your dismay there was no sticker or anything just a colorful. Little box the red, orange, and yellow pattern looked familiar. You decided to open it up to see if there was anything in there.

As you opened it you couldn’t help but squeal. It was a little Wally puppet! Whoever this was supposedly to go to was never getting it back now. You couldn’t believe it! There was only so much and so few Wally Darling puppets ever sold. You fawned over the doll not noting its smile growing by the moment as you hugged it.

Hope you all enjoyed this! I’ve been having a bit of writers block but managed to get through with this I’m so happy! I hope you’re all doing well or that yo ur day gets better.

Also ty all so much for the kind words you all comment on my works. It makes me so happy to know you all are enjoying my writing. I had written my first Wally Darling fic and a joke tbh and because I was bored and next thing Ik I’m now doing it so often I bearly write for twst XD.

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a 💌

[mistfallengw2]

I'm still trying to dig myself out of artblock, but in the meantime I played the new episode and it's so juicy~

I'm gonna ignore OCs stuff for a bit because I'm still trying to make sense of the timeline (since we're still in 1335 AE, I'll have to rethink some of the post-EoD character moments I had planned), but on a more meta and "where are we headed lore-wise" perspective I'm pretty excited already (putting my ramblings under read more because of obvious spoilers)

Okay so, it's now a given that we're gonna deal with demons and such things, and that opens up a ton of options lore-wise.

What caught my attention were those wurm-like things in the Ley-Line Nexus of Gyala Delve, because my partner and I were certain we had seen them before, but couldn't figure our where. Turns out, these toothy-friends(?) were all around the Mouth of Torment in the Desolation.

Now, we don't know what those things are exactly and it could all simply be an asset flip of "just demonic/spooky decorations", but let me don a lil' fancy tinfoil hat for a moment.

It's pretty interesting that we find them only in those two specific places, especially since they were centerstage yet just out of the central focus in the new episode, as if hinting at something. The Mouth of Torment was the place where Abaddon got defeated by the other Gods way back when, so what if Abaddon is the connection/hint?

It's also interesting that we're also getting a new Fractal in the next few months, and with all the demonic stuff, my mind goes straight to Season 1's "Cutthroat Politics", where players had the chance to decide which Fractals they wanted next.

Kiel won and we got Thaumanova, which was a neat addition to Scarlet's lore and surely far more relevant to the story of Season 1, especially by the time it came out (and more recently it came back to relevance due to EoD's stuff with Ankka and Gorrik).

Still, they must have had scripts and concepts ready for the Abaddon fractal, and I've always considered it a shame that we never got to see any of it. However, now things are relevant again for that specific fractal: we're dealing with demons, Season 1 was just re-released (even if Cutthroat Politics wasn't in it), and Evon seems to be renovating his company in some way (and seemingly really wanted to stress the point lmao).

Okay, maybe we're getting Abaddon fractal, but then what?

Maybe not much other than juicy lore stuff, but then we'd be missing only one "friend" of Abaddon's trio of mischievous gods. In Wing 5 we face the deposed god Dhuum, we defeat Abaddon in that new Fractal... but what about Balthazar's half-brother, Menzies?

We know nothing about the guy, other that he's evil and that his and Balthy's army squabbled in the Fissure of Woe for centuries, only to later be quieter than he used to be. And now we see his Abyssals strut around the lower levels of the map, along with Nightmares and other creepy crawlies. Would it be a stretch to assume that the God of Destruction would want to take advantage of the situation, now that the Gods have left Tyria (and his rival bro got axed) and the threat of elder dragons is no more? That maybe he learned some tricks from Abaddon and decided that the former lair of Kanaxai would be a nice place to do his own evil thing in? Is the Haze his doing?

Is the new big baddy going to be Menzies?

Are we going to kick his godly butt in a big story fight that will get turned into a Strike, completing the holy (pun intended) endgame-PvE trinity of Raid, Fractal and Strike?

*removes lil' fancy tinfoil hat and apologizes for the likely confusing rambling*

[boct-kimerakal]

even more of The Eye

oh my god. it just keeps going

future me needs to know i fed my cat 2 hours late because of this stupid AU and that i really need to work on perceiving the passage of time when i’m fixated. future me might also need to know that the reason why writing out my lore on this site works is because an imaginary audience pressures me to write out and format my lore in a way others can digest! and that it should perhaps schedule up recording more information on actual projects such as the ACTUAL waiting world and assorted original stories!

back to the trickhawkrex AU which i’ve tentatively chosen to refer to as the harbinger AU.. because of totally-not-plot-related-reasons

i think i should mention my current (and likely brief) and intense fixation on this AU is likely my stresses (my commission artblock.. my tourism and hospitality course starts soon.. my ever-looming academic guilt.. plus i think i’m going crazy..) and something i watched recently and my caffeine intake today coalescing into this gross unsightly mess.

i also think i’m going to drop this in a week since sudden stress-based fixations tend to just help me cope. BAHAH. i think i’m finally just caving to embracing that i use my ocs to suit my whims and that i don’t take them seriously at all. they feel so meaningless as a result sometimes though.. hashtag the reluctant storyteller with art for no audience. kissy face.

anyways.

they’re going to drive me nuts at least for the next week.

i’m considering that rex is overtly and aggressively positive and that feeds into trick’s general whimsical optimism and is overall unbearable for everyone else they’ve ever come across except hawks who for whatever reason is actually put at ease by it.

trick and hawks are both generally cynics though when it comes to their views on people, politics and inherent goodness and stuff. blargh. but rex is genuinely so full-hearted about his belief in the humanity of others that it can be so annoying or gut-wrenching, depending on the context.

images relevant to fertility (and plant life) tend to drive AUtrick genuinely insane because of their rejection of restricting feminine sociocultural ideals and symbols. anyways. their chest-binding is contrasted heavily with depictions of the yakshini, especially in the context of lust and of bodily perception? AAAALSO. trick might actually be like me in this AU. so less beef with being associated with a social gender (but beef with it being used to restrict or define. stressful & contradictory), more that they’re freaked by their biology. as a result most people close to them default to they/them and most people who aren’t, tend to go with whatever trick seems closer to in visual presentation but if they ask trick just shrugs their shoulders.

rex as a fem-presenting guy is bothering me slightly because it feels like surface-level repetition? since another character i talk a lot about is hummingbird and he is also like this! but also my ocs are so smothered in context that they’re so. different. to. me. i’m just worried he’s going to get perceived as derivative which HAHAHA. why am i worried about this. my stupid fictional characters can have the same surface identity oh my god shut up boct slash kimerakal.

you know what’s funny is trick’s kerala malayali ethnic identity half actually came up first in their mech pilot AU and it’s just kind of cool that there’s folklore to draw upon for this AU. i love coincidence.

OH AND. trick’s reliance on hawks makes them super duper lovey-dovey affectionate towards hawks. it isn’t a personal emotional investment, it’s an emotional response to their desires being met. i think i’m a fan of fixation being recognised and then navigated and eventually dissolved actually, instead of being suppressed entirely or made uber creepy.

meanwhile on hawks’s end, they’re openly in this for achieving their goals! hawks only really gets comfortable with trick and rex due to familiarity over time and repeated life-or-death situations and requiring trust to navigate that as a team. only then do they begin to care about and rely on them and then they achieve a level of sincerity in their relationship which is fun.

also, i figure both trick and hawk are cognisant of the loveless but intense dependency they have on each other at the start of their relationship and The Awareness is what allows them to get actually close eventually without it being unhealthy! as they become familiar with each other! rex meanwhile has to deal with the fact they’re intently dependent on each other and maintain his relationship with the both of them without feeling like a third wheel, knowing they literally can’t do anything without each other. none of them are happy about the reliance by the way but they’re all tryhards that need to have that perfect hunt record. & hawks is a liability with no abilities, & trick is a liability when not properly fed, & rex can’t work solo as someone whose abilities are more focused in support. which all makes me super duper insane actually.

they’re so “god you’re a piece of work” guys!! they are!! they do not at all like being forced to improve themselves and each other for the sake of their stupid goal. but here they are. just 3 haters.

i’m still mad embarrassed about the tropey feel of their relationship though HAHAHA. like oh their friendship feels a little hollow to me because i’m leaning too hard into something right now, i just don’t know what. working on fixing this. well, working on fixing it at least for this 1 week.. then i’ll go back to normal and forget this entirely.

BTW!!! whenever i hear a cool song i imagine these idiots fighting something to death. oh my god help me out here guys. i have so many art ideas for them and zero ability HAHAHA.

trick absolutely keeps their spray paint art thing in this AU, it’s just a lot more lowkey maybe. they usually tag stuff as a result of their fights as sort of a callsign thing. plausibly could incorpate this into their fighting style and the magic they have (which isn’t a result of being undead. it’s like the weird binding deal thing they have with hawks) i feel like they’re into a commissioned mural scene because they’re the insufferable definition of lawful good. which is comically contrasting with their whim-chasing vibe and assumed disregard of authority. oh my god also they’re a digital artist and make OCs with rex (literature nerd) which is funny. rex draws a little too!

hawks also has their musical background (hobbyist bassist) and is probably involved in a punk rock scene somehow or least an admirer of it. but i don’t really know for sure yet because i’m not set on the context and locale. which sigh. means research time. rex probably maintains some kind of literary and theatric proficiency. which i think is fun!! but also he is probably critical about the assorted western literature that dominates in global influence and he’s maybe not keen on dissecting the context of that. he also favours literature from his home and ideas relevant to his stuff. hawks and rex bond over poetic art forms beeteedubs. i love being annoying about artistic practices and cultures in my ocs.

eat you alive by tokyo tea room is super themcore by the way. like so super themcore. oh my god i feel so insufferable right now HAHAHAHA. katalyst if you see this shut up i’m not crazy. ...maybe.

also mischief does exist in this AU I JUST DON’T KNOW AS WHAT!! he is definitely not a normal cat. he is going to be a mythical animal. he is going to be a part of their dumb team.

by the way!! <3 they’re a majorly cocky trio and their vainglorious artistically-melodramatic nature makes the three of them really embrace the idea of being unkillable and reckless. i want them to really lean into the immortality and invulnerability of youth. ironic considering one of them has literally died once.

my name isn’t katherine by k.flay also fits all of them. important information for me to remember. oh right! the harbinger AU very much leans into their self-importantance and their waning teenage anger. anyways. it’s also called the harbinger au because the three of them meeting most certainly precedes some pointlessly convoluted and conspiratorial plot like in every piece of media within this genre. i’ll decide what it is by the end of this week or never at all.

rex, trick and hawk are all alternative monikers but i can’t think of a good reason why they’d use them. maybe i’ll make it so that they’re just nicknames for each other but that might make me want to give them new nicknames actually. they all mark successful hunts with various callsigns and maybe it could be related somehow. maybe i’ll give them a team name overall though. also, the stuff they capture/kill/banish has significant impacts depending on what it is and in the world of the assorted supernatural, i figure it’d be quite hard to tell if what you’re dealing with is a saveable overtaken person, a protected mythical creature or a purely harmful spirit etc.. so agents tend to have to really pick up on-the-spot analysis skills, lest they get fired and jailed for harming something.

oh my god the dynamics of this world is so not the kind of lore i typically work on nowadays. this feels like reaching back into my past. and the embarrassment is catching up with me because again. FEELS CLICHÉ!!! also, they all have friends outside their group trio and i feel like i really need to emphasise this. it’s pretty crucial to their dynamic dare i say.

anyways, horrible little subject-to-context behaviour + personality description time!

trick is by disposition cavalier and brazenly sweet. they’re extremely relaxed in their character and, as a result, confident, blunt and very open. (less tact/cunning than prime trick) still wily but more insufferable prettyboy than usual. they exude a careless whimsy i feel a lot of people find pretty enthralling? oh!! they’re a bit gluttonous and love constant snacking. hashtag luxalia (their og campaign setting) callback. they’re usually pretty mellow? but hyper and excitable about specific interests (such as hawks blood, the thrill of the hunt, their art) and i wanna say? obliviously keen? like!! they usually notice things very easily! and very well! but are usually unwieldy about how they act on the information, especially of the emotional kind. plus, they are regarded by most within The Eye as sensible and mature despite their excessively energetic tendencies because they’ve seen trick in action. oddly trustworthy thing.

rex is also an insufferable prettyboy actually and they play off each other’s vanity really well. rex is externally more reserved, & therefore doesn’t talk as much which makes him seem either a little ditzy/aloof/self-interested or edgy! depends! but he’s more “aggressively intelligent and way too positive” towards those familiar with him. also he’s whimsy enabler and LUUURVES shenaniganery. i figure there is a guardedness to him because he’s more affected by perceptions of him? he can be so sharply spiteful, which is funny in contrast to him believing in the goodness of others more than the other two. i think it’s important to him that negativity doesn’t negate goodness. he also has a righteous anger, i think, that makes him more confident. he can also be very “i’ll make you love me despite what you dislike about me and it’ll kill you.” he can come off as insecure? but otherwise reliable to an unreal degree. boy does NOT believe he should be the responsible one.

hawks is outwardly selfish and hostile, being dead-set on her goals. most positivity comes from her thrill-seeking adrenaline-craving and she’s a lot more friendly in high-pressure moments. she’s hardly comfortable with being sincere towards strangers and that usually makes her either off-putting & unlikable OOOR mysterious & extremely alluring? depends on who you are i suppose. she’s still genuinely helpful when it comes to actions, i figure, and it probably takes people by surprise. she’s sardonically cranky and prone to inciting conflict as a result of it, but she’s working on it. probably. she’s defensive of assets but not emotionally invested in them but also working on that. probably. her indifferent demeanour is also probably conditioned and not innate. not super different from her prime form TBH.. except maybe she’s a little more prone to emotional language, more comfortable in domestic settings and there’s less violent ferocity. maybe i’ll do more to set them apart.

oh!! and. as a trio in this AU, they’re all insufferably affectionate with each other because it’s stupid and cute actually. the three of them all overthink in different flavours and i think that’s funny. they’re also all nerds in different flavours too. the three are very dedicated to the job.

[occasionally-victor]

Last life and by a lot ahahha (not really, but i just don't brainrot others as much as i do LL) (it's Last life > Lim life > 3rd Life and i haven't watched DL at all besides Pearls 1st ep sorry the vibes were just not for me. maybe someday)

It was my first life series i watched live (I watched all povs back then tee hee) and it literally kinda cured me out of ~4 year artblock (hopium it will do it again /hj).

I was just rewatching it (it took me 2 weeks and i nearly finished. yes i rn watching nearly all povs - 122 vids in total) and lord the vibes of it.

I love the feeling of despair that Last life reeks of (and made me feel ahah). I love Boogeyman mechanic. I love enforced Red and Non-Red separation (it added to that despair). I love all the funny bits (the Aha jokes and the Finding diamonds bit are even funnier after 20th time, truly. And that's just the one that i love the most, there's so much more). I love the alliances of Last life and how nearly all of them gone to shit for one tragic reason or another (Southlands and Fairy Fort are my favourite trainwrecks god bles, team BEST was also doomed from start tbh, Scottage/3 G's are fine, and rip Magical Mountain lmao).

While i love the ending of Lim Life the most, i find the ending of Last Life very fitting to it, something something "go out with a whimper, not with a blast" it's a thing for another post i will probably never do.

Last life also contains storylines and relationships i very much brainrot over, or atleast they are to my taste. I love Cleo&BigB (the whole betrayal thing, the way it affected the Fairy fort alliance, Cleo getting revenge in the end- Cleo still doesn't trust him even in Lim Life!!! WHY THERE'S SO LITTLE CONTENT OF THEM GOOD LORD I BARELY SEEN ANY WHAT THE F-). I love Grian&Mumbo (as if it wasn't obvious from yknow. All the posts and a music playlist i made AND ALREADY HAVE MORE SONGS TO ADD INTO. They are best friends. At times it felt like the world itself weren't wanting them to be on the same team insert that one Martyn's quote from the end of his 6th ep I'm not searching for it now. They had a very painful break up. They both destroyed something of the other Mutually Assured Destruction. The love was there, but it didn't save them, or one of them ig. They make me insane btw). I love Etho&Bdubs (not my main brainrot, but lord almighty them). I love Scar (lonely bitch <3, kinda brought in on himself tho) and i love Martyn (he's a lot to unpack and I'm not doing it at 1 am.)

yes i used this post as an opportunity to brainrot because i nearly finished rewatching Last Life and i needed to Voice My Thoughts.

because i'm SO curious...

[imp-thing]

Say something down bad about Detective Grimoire, just gush about him for several paragraphs it would be awesome /gen

Oh my god you are all DONE FOR /hj

I’m going to regret posting this in the future

This is probably the most bad down I can get in public without being too embarrassed of myself because I sound fucking deranged

Okay so since I first was introduced to tangle tower (I played it first) as soon as I saw Detective Grimoire I was like “oh he’s kinda..” but like not all the way up to simping levels (like in a denial state or something if that makes sense). The more and more I played with my friends in call, the more attached I got to him, I was originally looking to simp for Fitz but somehow this twink ass detective got to me first and has had a grip on me ever since. I somehow managed to have enough patience to stay in call to finish the whole game and my friend asked me “how was it?” Because he had to leave call before I finished the game and I was like “Detective Grimoire is so fine and for what???” A couple days later I decided to watch gameplays of the other two games (Secret of the swamp and the og flash game on newgrounds) because I was very content starved and obviously that did not help with this obsession. I’ve been like this for like a year and I’m still so insane about him. Since the games are very unpopular this feeling continues to get more and more rapid and also the fact I have artblock and writersblock it also kinda plays into it so I just have to imagine scenarios in my head. I swear I think about that man 24/7 I have to make any reference to the games he’s from to the smallest thing that remind me of them. He’s turned from a comfort character to a complete brainrot character, he lives rent free in my head like a fucking parasite. Call me generic for saying all of this for a twink ass mother fucker but like I don’t care, I wanna put him a cage and throw popcorn and peanuts at him like a zoo animal. I wanna get a rise out of him purposely and pick on him in a lighthearted way just to see what he’d do. I wanna see him sad so I can comfort him. I wanna put him in his place. I wanna be kind to him and make fun of him at the same time. I wanna make him feel loved and then crush his ego out of nowhere.

To put it shortly, if I ever get my fucking hands on him it’s OVER.

And to make things even more short here’s something that this entire essay of a post reminded me of

I’m somewhat sorry for what you had to read.

Somewhat.

[cobwebssss]

gave him a tongue piercing >:333

[secretaccountlol]

“Photos are the window to the soul”

Dude, I haven’t posted in so long I forgot how to even Format my writing.

I apologize for my hiatus I hit a bad artblock, but I dug up a old wip I felt like y’all would like, since I’ve influx of this trope coming in the Peter fics lately it’s a lil short though (I wanted to make it longer but couldn’t get anything to stick) but I hope it still satisfies you.

18+ no minors please!!

Insecure? Reader x Peter!

Cw: photo taking during sexy time (consent given), brief talk of voyeurism (Peter lil stalker habits) , spanking, sir kink, talks of body image hating, insecurities etc. as always typos probably

Uhm enjoy! (If you did please repost or comment)

“Peter, please” Your hands shield your face from his camera as he tries to dodge around to get a peak of your face through the slivers of space between your fingers. This was a daily occurrence, Peter taking pictures of you, well trying to at least, it wasn’t like you hated it, more like you hated yourself. Okay, Hated was extreme but you weren’t fond of looking at pictures of yourself. Something about it made you feel so strange about yourself; it was like you could see every insecurity multiplied by 10, which is a bad combo when one, your boyfriend literally works at the daily bugle, and two, loves taking photos of you.

“Baby, please. I need a new pic of you!” Your doe-eyed boyfriend pouted as his camera dropped to his side, as you giggled. “Oh for your stash?” you rubbed your nose as a panicked look swarmed Peter’s face. “I- what? No. I don’t have a stash-? I mean unless having pictures of your girlfriends is weird, I mean I don’t think it’s weird! Hahah-“ Peter rambled as you stared at him Incredulous. “Peter, it's okay I know you have a drawer full of pictures of me already. Including those stalker pictures, you took of me while you were being the masked vigilante, Spi-” you stop leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Spiderman.” you grin as you study his flustered face, you weren't often confident but when you were it drove him crazy, you could see the gears in peter’s head twist and bend trying to decide what he could quip next. “I- well. Uhm..w-” Peter’s words stumbled out as his breath hitched.

“It's okay, I thought it was hot.” you shrugged. “Plus not like we weren't dating already, you were just following to protect me, right?” you kiss his cheek as he nodded, you chortle. “You okay there, Parker? Cat got your tongue?” you tap his chin, waking him up from his shocked state.

“God, You- man I love you.” Peter’s hands wrap around your waist. “You just made me… So horny.” you could see his eyes dilate as they scanned your countenance. “Can..I-?” His hands shift, sliding you closer to him.

You grinned again, “Peter, Of course.” Peter’s lips push onto yours in a sweet kiss.

“Hey! Consent is desirable baby, haven't you heard?” Peter's eyes crinkled in delight as you smile. He tilted his head,

“Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

You both skip to the bedroom hand in hand.

—-

“Peter” you huff as his hands play with the hem of your shirt. “Mm, tell me baby, do you like this shirt?” Peter's voice was steady as his eyes looked at yours with desire. Your pants have already been discarded somewhere, “I can do without it” you smirk, his hands instantly rip through your shirt earning a gasp. “Mm, black lace? My favorite. You planned this didn’t you minx” you laugh at his comment. “Mm, I did, didn’t I?” You kick your feet, blushing, your confidence was wearing off as you covered your chest, looking away.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Peter's hands held your arms gently as he tried to look you in the eyes.

“I-uhm nothing. It’s nothing, just a little insecure.” Your voice was light as Peter frown took shape. “I- still wanna have sex, Pete.” You glance at him as he gently kisses your forehead.

“Okay, lay down for me, love.” you obey his command , moving around trying to get comfy as Peter removes his clothing. “You're gorgeous, y’know?” you stare at his back, tracing the scars with your eyes. “I'm serious, babe. I love you, your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your personality, and your body. Everything.” his eyes met yours with passion, you could feel yourself tearing up.

You mumbled his name as he gently tenderly kissed you, throwing his leg over your sides, your eyes close

taut as you take in his breath. “I’m gonna make sure you know by the end of this, sweetheart.” His voice against your lips made you shiver as you heard a camera click and your eyes flew open. “Peter?” your boyfriend stood tall over you as he checked his camera beaming at the picture. “You look radiant, baby.” he turns the camera so you can look at yourself but you instantly shut your eyes again, you hear Peter groan. “I-i don't wanna see, Pete!”

“Why not?”

“Bec-”

“Because what!”

“Because I feel ugly!”

There's a pause before you open your eyes to peek at him, his ocher eyes were full of heartache. “Baby.”

“It- I.. Just when I look at myself in pictures I just feel like you can see every little imperfection I have..” you pause again

“I’m sorry, I- ruined the mood. “ you lift yourself up before Peter presses you back down.

“No, you didn't. In fact, I have an idea, Do you trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you, Parker.”

“Good, cus we’re gonna do some exposure therapy”

Before you could doubt him, another snap of his camera. “Haha, you look too cute in this one.”

His smile made you grin wide, as you uttered his name. His free hand traveled down to your chest, groping your breast softly, your eyes fluttered, another click. “I'm glad I finally get to immortalize this beautiful body.” you groan. “Peter, please I'm no-” a smack cuts the air as you gasp as your ass stings.

“Talk shit bout yourself again and you'll get another spanking. Understand?” The sternness in his voice caught you off guard as you nod. You and Peter weren't new to trying new stuff in the bedroom, but this is the first time you’ve actually roleplayed, you bit your lip in eagerness.

“Y-yes sir, sorry sir.” you tilt your head down in fake shame. “T-teach me how to..love myself sir...” Your hands glide against his chest, as you try to sit up again, Peter’s hands shove you down again. “Mm, you're stubborn, baby. Course I'll help ya, but you have to be a good girl and stay put, okay?” Peter’s voice infected your brain with a ripple of pleasure as you nod eagerly.

“Yes sir.” His eyes connected to yours, with fire his lip bitten in anticipation. His eyes finally tear away from you as he grabs his phone from the bedside table.

“Do you know what this is, sweetheart?” his head tilted in question. You nod, “Yes, it’s a phone, sir.” You look at the phone curiously before staring at Peter.

“Good girl, so smart. Now, you know what phones do right? They take pictures and videos.” Peter’s eyes hang low as your eyebrows knit in concentration.

“You see, I don't always have my camera with me. This means I can't always see the pictures I've taken of you. Get it?” he lets the cold corner of the phone glide on your skin, tracing the curves of your breast. “So, I'm thinking I should take more..pictures, for the road. Would you like that, darling?” You smile as you see his tongue peek out behind his teeth.

“Yes, yes I would sir.” You chuckled, “Please, sir is my father’s name, Call me spiderman.” You and Peter shared a mischievous smirk. “Mm, okay Spidey. My boyfriend probably won't like knowing you have pictures of me on your phone.” Your head tilted, taunting him.

“Oh? But he doesn't have to know, does he?” Peter’s hands grip your chin gently. “Plus I'm sure he doesn't mind sharing.” you nod at his statement before Peter bends down to capture your lips. His hand travels down to your panties, snapping the waistband making you giggle. His fingers pick at your lacey panties before

Plunging his hands into your panties, circling your clit as you whine into his mouth.

“I love hearin’ you..' ' his freehand effortlessly pulls down your panties as the other makes long strides up and down your slit, the noises you make were pornographic, you use to be embarrassed, and sometimes still are to moan but Peter snubbed that out a long time ago.

“Oh, I’ve gotta get this on video.” Your eyes watch as Peter fiddled with his phone before his bright flash blinded you for a second before you could make out his shit-eating grin as your face felt hot. “Sorry about the flashbang, darling. But I gotta make sure I can see that pretty Lil face on camera, right?” his other hand tilts your chin towards the camera before panning down your body, making you shiver. “God, just.. So wonderful. Your boyfriend is a lucky man, y’know?” Peter’s thumb stroked your clit as he spoke, “N-no I'm a lucky..wom-!” you buck up, groaning as his fingers slide into your hole without warning.

“Pete-ah!.” Peter tsked, slapping your clit making you jolt, “It’s Spider-Man, remember?” He tapped your lips softly before he slid down to your pussy.

“Now look.at.this..You’re so wet. All for me?” His fingers found your hole once again.

“Yes! Yes! Mm all for you, Spider-Man!” You cover your eyes as you see the light flash on your bare pussy. “Your cunt makes so many pretty noises, I hope they show up on video.” Peter's voice breaks the silence, “I wanna hear more pretty sounds from someone else, though.” Your eyes close tight as you feel his breath on your neck.

“Come on, pretty baby, let it out.” His fingers pick up speed as you feel the warmth of the flash on your face as it contorts in pleasure. “Spider- I’m- I can’t..” your breath quickens as your back arches, “Oh-! I-im..!” Your hand grabs his wrist, his fingers curl into you, you whimper, your eyes close as you throw your head as you cum.

Your breaths are shallow as you come down from your high. Peter’s kisses bruise your skin as you groan, “Mmm-, that was … good.”

“Just good? Spider-Man doesn’t do just good, babe.” you giggle as you watch Pete’s eyes furrow in fake anger, “Perhaps you can show me how great, amazing, or even Spectacular you are then, hm?”

You laugh as Peter pulls you into another kiss.



[riddle-me-ri]

hi if its fine with you id like to request riddler with an artsy s/o and like theyre suffering artblock so they do a painting of him (he finds it sweet)

can be any riddler of ur choice and i also prefer gender neutral but if u end up writing fem i dont mind!

have a good night/day

-anon

A/N: aahhh that’s meee…this request resonates with me so well as an artist that suffers from art block or a chronic victim of endless reference scrolling to where I get lost saving references for everything but what I was looking for rip…only for me to settle and just draw Eddie from different media lol. And I'm so sorry ahead of time this got ridiculously long, I got really carried away and was having so much fun with the idea rip. So sorry for the length!

Riddlers React to Reader’s Art of Him:

Arkhamverse Riddler:

Edward always appreciated your capability to occupy yourself. While he was busy plotting, building, and scheming…you were sketching, collaging, and painting.

Of course, until one unfortunate day. Nothing was coming to you. You’ve just about drawn and sketched every riddlebot, every henchmen, and you even started scribbling question marks all over the pages…wait…what? Ugh. 

You needed to find a new muse. Anything…anyone…well there was one person you haven’t painted yet. 

However, you knew you wouldn’t be caught dead with your supplies in his workspace. The minute the paint spilled on the floor or god forbid you put your eraser down and it disappeared among the chaos. 

You grabbed your phone and began scrolling through your phone. You’ve taken enough candid photos of him, surely one of them would spark your interests. Your artistic eye landed on one such photo. Edward was smiling in this one, it was when he first got one of his riddlebots to work. Quickly you took to sketching the thumbnail for the portrait. 

There was knocking on the door. 

“What is it, Y/N! I’ll have you know I am very busy!” Edward was already raving and ranting before he even opened the door. 

“I-I know, Ed! This’ll only take a minute, please?” You begged, grinning your teeth into a smile as if you were trying to coax him and he was in front of you. 

Edward opened the door and looked at you. “Well? What was so pressing, you had to–”

You pulled the canvas out from behind your back. Edward was stunned when familiar green eyes met his own. 

“Y-Y/N…w-when?” He reaches out to grab it, but you quickly snatch it back. 

“Uh-uh, not with those filthy gloves. Take them off!” You ordered. 

Edward groaned annoyingly, but took them off whilst rolling his eyes. His eyes came back to the painting however as you let him hold it. 

Ed allowed the smallest grin lopsided along his face. He looked surprised, almost mesmerized…he was happy. 

Of course, that window of vulnerability smacked close the instant it let just the tiniest bits of light in. 

“Well, I wouldn’t expect anything less considering you had the most ideal subject to work off from.” 

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, well the moment was sweet while it was there. 

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler:

Edward was practically the perfect subject for a life drawing. He had his usual comfort positions whenever he was enthralled in any of his usual activities. Which made him sit stable in one position. Whether that was playing games online, reading the paper and doing the crosswords, or endlessly scribbling away at his ledgers. 

You both mutually respected each other’s creative spaces. Not allowing one or the other to look unless invited. You rarely saw what was in his ledgers (you doubt you’d ever get the chance to) and you equally rarely show him your sketchbooks. 

It couldn’t be helped though. He was just too adorable. His small little smirks, his round cheeks, and pretty eyes. He was the best subject…not to mention he was always so still. 

You caught yourself staring glances of him at that moment. He was writing and typing away about something. Probably jotting down some riddles or puzzles of his own. Meanwhile you were steady sketching and erasing away. 

Both of you lost in your own little worlds. 

You didn’t even realize how much time has gone by or how Edward was all of a sudden in front of you. 

You jumped back in shock, curling your arms around your sketchbook to shield its contents. 

“Oh…sorry…I-I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

You sighed. “It’s okay, just lost in the zone for a minute.”

There was a moment of silence as Edward decided to take a seat next to you. You were pondering your next move, but maybe it would be a good step towards moving your relationship forward. 

“W-Wanna see what I’ve been working on?” You offered.

Ed’s head immediately picked up. “O-Oh…uh…y-you don’t have too if you’re not comfortable.”

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.” You handed your sketchbook to him. 

He glanced his eyes back and forth between you and the sketchpad. He slowly gripped it with a soft excited smile on his face. You shrugged in on yourself, hoping you made the right call. 

“W-Wait…” He gasped. “T-That’s me? You drew me? Just now?” 

“Ehh…more like the past hour and a half.” You chuckled nervously. 

“I-It’s great…I-I’m f-flattered even. Is this how you see me?” Edward was beside himself. He usually can’t stay looking at himself in the mirror. Seeing his inner self-loathing grow and spread from the inside out, but…but he liked this Edward, the one drawn by you. 

You nodded. “Yeah. It is.” You put your hand on his shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist. You gave him a small side hug and a kiss on his cheek. 

Gotham Riddler: 

You were probably the only one in the whole precinct that actually enjoyed his ramblings and absurd amount of info-dumping. He was too animated to ignore and he made for the perfect drawing subject when you found yourself stuck on what to draw. Thankfully, he’s usually too lost in his thoughts and verbal vomit to pay you any mind to you doodling away. 

Until today anyway. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“Huh?”

“I’ve noticed that while you are actively listening to me talking, and I do appreciate you actually paying attention…I’m curious to what you’re also doing while I’m talking…” He stammered. 

Well, you weren’t prepared for that discussion. 

“Oh, uh…well…I-I’m actually drawing you..” You answered. 

The room was silent. Edward was prepared for every answer…but yet not that one. 

“I-uh-oh...um…wasn’t expecting that.” 

“Did you think I was taking notes?” You giggled.

“Err…actually I thought you were just keeping yourself busy cause…I thought I was boring you.” Edward admitted. 

“What? I don’t find you boring at all. Look!” You quickly handed him your sketchpad before any other negating thoughts came to his head. “I love listening to you, and watching you speak. You’re so animated and brilliant and I want to capture it...or try to anyways.”

Ed’s eyes lit up at you mentioning him, in a positive light. No one’s ever referred to his ramblings as…animated and brilliant before. “C-Can you show me? T-The drawings of me?”

“Oh, uh…” You seized up, the amount you’ve actually drawn finally dawning on you as probably reading on borderline creepy. However, he wasn’t going to believe you unless you showed him the proof. 

You quickly handed him the medium sketchpad before you had time to refuse. 

Ed’s eyebrows raised as his eyes widened. He immediately recognized himself, he could almost recall the conversations. He found himself softly chuckling at the small footnotes to what he was saying beside the sketches. 

“D-Do you like them?” It seemed silly to ask, but you needed vocal affirmation to the silly grin on his face. 

He looked up at you, completely bewildered but extremely giddy. His smile was stretched across his face, no doubt the biggest smile you’ve seen from him. 

“I-I-I love them…they’re great! Y-You’re incredibly talented Y/N…”

“Nah, I’ve just got a great subject.” You nudged your shoulder with his. He returned the sketchbook to you. 

There was another moment of comfortable silence until Ed stole glances between you and the sketchpad. 

“What is it, Ed?” 

“Well, I don’t want to start sharing until you’re ready!” He grinned. 

You smiled back but quickly plop down on your seat and grab your graphite pencil. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

BTAS Riddler: 

You were way too focused. After months, almost years of drawing Eddie, you were confident enough to pull off this decent sized portrait of him. He’s been your whole world for so long, he occupied a lot mroe of your thoughts than you cared to admit. Although, there was nothing wrong with showing that appreciation. 

You were too excited to wait for his birthday or Christmas or Valentine’s Day. You just wanted to give him something, plus drawing and painting him help broke you from your art block the past few weeks. Seeing his adorable face slowly come to life on the canvas, you even amazed yourself at a moment or two. 

It was the hardest secret to keep until you finally were ready to reveal it to him. You two just had a fun date night. Everything was perfect, and the mood was just right. Love, passion, and tenderness flowing between the two of you. 

You’re reminded yet again, just how much you love and adore this man. He leaned down to kiss you when all of a sudden you remember your portrait drying in your studio. You gasp which shocks Ed but you tap his nose and tell him to wait in the living room. 

He quirks a curious eyebrow at you but stays put. 

He’s shocked when he sees you carrying something almost as tall and wide as you behind your back. You pull it out from behind your back, a thin protective sheet of paper still covering the art. 

“I-I made this for you, Eddie.” You said softly, handing him the canvas.

“D-Darling..you…you didn-” When he pulls the protective back, he’s in complete awe. He finds himself breathlessly chuckling. “I-It’s me?”

“Of course it’s you, there’s no one else more handsome!” You went up and kissed his cheek. “Do you like it, Eddie?” 

“I-I-I’m in awe, I love it…You’re so talented, my dear…thank you.” He kissed your temple in return. You grabbed his chin and leaned him down to properly kiss you like he tried to do before. 

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler: 

Now, this asshole…he’s surprised you weren’t already drawing him. Like what better muse do you need, Y/N? He’s right there! He knows how much you love his face, the way he grins, his expressive eyes, and even more intricate and expressive hand gestures. You don’t say it but he can see it in your eyes, you don’t hide your obvious attraction to him well. 

However, you still sketch away even while rolling your eyes. As much as you hated to admit it (and as much I, too, hate to admit it) the smug bastard was fun as hell to draw. His face was so pudgy and he was able to do certain expressions you haven’t seen before. 

“Why don’t you ever ask me to pose for you?” He teased you. 

“Because quite frankly thinking of painting you like…uh…French girl, doesn’t sound amusing to me.” 

Edward blinked at you in disbelief. You found yourself succumbing to your chuckles at his displeased expression. 

“Now, you and I BOTH very well know, that’s a lie!” He crossed his arms defensively. 

“Is it?” You challenged. 

Edward nodded. “You may not think it, but I’ve seen you draw me before, and even I have to admit, you capture my essence pretty well.”

“Does that essence portray a conceited dickhead?” You asked. 

He narrowed his eyes at you. 

“I’ll take that as a no…damnit guess I’ll have to fix those..”

“C’mon, Y/N! Just this once!” 

“Are you paying me?” 

“What? NO!” He laid down in front of you on his side on top of the thankfully empty coffee table. “I should be offering payment for my services, but this will be a freebie.”

You found yourself reeling your eyeballs back into your sockets. After more minutes of bickering you conceded and painted the egomaniac. You tried to stay focused no matter how often he kept teasing you with winks and kissy faces. 

When you flipped the canvas around to show him the final product. You made sure to steady look at his face. He may be a conniving manipulator, but if he was pleased or surprised he couldn’t hide it. You found yourself grinning, as his mouth opened to a soft “oh” shape and his eyes were widened. 

“Well, what do you think?” 

Somehow hearing your voice snapped him out of whatever thoughts he was having. Gone went the wide eyes and speechlessness. 

“Well, I mean..it is amazing, but then again your subject matter is pretty incredible…”

You snatched your supplies and started storming off.

“Hey! Come back! It looks good! You even got my eyes right this time!” 

“Oh fuck off! I never screw up your eyes!”

“So you do stare at me?”

“Ugh!” 

Twojar Riddler:

Just call him the David to your Michelangelo. You would never outright admit it but it was pretty clear to the two of you that you had a mutual appreciation for the other as muse and artist. Whenever you had a slow art day or when you weren’t getting any ideas, Edward was usually always free to stand in as your art subject. 

Almost too willing some times, even suggested it on days you were doing well enough on your own. Although it never hurt to practice more life and anatomy practice. Edward would very much prefer it was HIS anatomy as opposed to anyone else’s. 

One day, you realized that you never actually truly painted him. It was usually just quick thirty minute or sometimes an hour long sketching sessions. He was always pleased with whatever you drew, sometimes teasing you where you tend to mostly put your focus on when drawing him. Whether it was his face, his hands, or chest. 

Regardless you wanted to wow him at least once with your skill. Lately you’ve been pulling out the paints again. Ed noticed but never mentioned them. You were thankful for, you wanted to be able to get better at the medium before putting your favorite subject to the test. When you felt like you painted everything under the moon and began running out of ideas to practice on…you felt like it was time. 

“You want to paint me this time?” Ed asked, wearing a white dress shirt with barely one bottom button barely buttoned. He also wore some dark green slacks. 

“Yeah, thought I’d change it up a bit. I’ve been practicing with the paints for a minute.” You explained as you set up your easel and paints. 

“I’ve noticed, you’ve picked up on it rather quickly, not that I’m surprised.” He grinned. 

“Well, hopefully, I can impress you instead.” You chuckled as you finally took a seat. 

“You always impress me, dear. I always admire you and your craft.” 

You smiled softly at that. You shook your head to get rid of the blushes coming to warm your cheek as you began to focus. 

It took an extra hour and a half than you liked. Edward occasionally talking to make conversation. You two never sat well in silence and oddly enough, these were the few intimate moments you got to catch up with one another. 

“Well, darling?” 

“I-I…well…”

“I won’t move until you’re certain.” 

Your heart swelled at his commitment. “You can see it, Eddie…” 

It was eternity for him to go from his sitting spot to your side. You didn’t miss the small intake of air and the wide smile on his face. 

“Well?” 

“I-It’s outstanding…y-you’ve outdone yourself my dear.” He complimented. 

You couldn’t resist the squeals of excitement that came out as you wrapped your arms around his neck in an embrace. “Thank you, Eddie! That means a lot!”

Gotham City Sirens Riddler: 

It wasn’t unheard of that there were slow days at the office. Much like this one dull and dragging Wednesday evening. After all your spring cleaning and organizing your office space was done, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to pull out your sketchbook. 

Usually Ed had the door to his office closed, but since he likely was not expecting any new cases today he decided to leave it open. 

After scribbling some random faces and various shapes to get the drawing muscles warmed up, you took a glance into Edward’s office. 

You haven’t drawn him yet. Sometimes you’ve caught Harley or Selina waiting and got to draw their faces. Every now and again you got to draw the clients that came in. Better still, there were a couple cases Edward required your artistic skill to draw a possible person of interest or whatever descriptors a client may have to help him go off of. 

You liked those cases best, they made you feel good like you were actually helping Ed and not just his book keep. 

You started sketching out your basic shape and guidelines. Stealing the glances of Edward like a kid stealing cookies from a jar. Just to make sure Ed didn’t have the slightest clue to your creative activity. 

“Well, Y/N. I guess it’s time to call it a day, I suppose it was a good day to–Y/N?” 

“Yes, sir?” You looked up and almost jumped from your seat when he was in front of you and not in his office. 

“What were you doing with your spare time?” Ed smirked. He looped around the edge of your desk to where he was beside you. 

You didn’t have a chance to explain it before he saw the drawing of himself. 

“I-I’m sorry, Eddie…I-I don’t mean to freak you out, I was just…didn’t know what to draw and I’ve never drawn you before…”

Ed scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me, this looks amazing, Y/N. And dare I say, extremely flattering too.” He winked at you. 

You gulped the slowly suffocating and growing lump in your throat. “I-I uh..t-thanks, Eddie.” 

“Thank you…come on, let’s get out of here. Perhaps we can discuss future art projects for you in the future with yours truly.” 

Young Justice Riddler: 

If you could say you had a number one fan of your art, it was Edward. You could doodle a tiny smiley face any child could draw and he’d absolutely adore it. He adored your sketches of the teammates, or your landscape studies of different places you guys travel too for the Light. 

One day on such a trip, you found yourself at a complete loss. You didn’t feel inspired to draw anything, and you wanted to draw. It always helped pass the time on these trips. 

You looked over and saw Eddie busy typing away on his PC. No doubt doing research for this upcoming mission. A lightbulb went off in your head. You quickly started sketching him, your heart every now and then skipping a beat whenever he smiled at his screen. You were thrilled he hasn’t spotted you yet, it gave you all the motivation to get it done as quickly but accurately as possible. 

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were in here!” 

You looked up and your eyes met warm brown ones. You quickly glance back down at your pad and back at him just to see if they are any more details you needed to add. 

“Oh hey, Eddie! Yeah...I-I’ve been in here for a minute.” You chuckled. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He took a seat next to you. 

“Well, because I wanted the chance to draw you!” 

“D-Draw me?” He even pointed to himself with his thumb to get double affirmation. 

“Yeah! Look!” 

Edward took the sketchbook in his hands and his breath was immediately taken away. He saw himself in black and white on the paper, yet…it was how you saw him. You somehow drew the confidence he struggled to find in himself…onto him. 

“Is, is this how you picture me?” He asked softly.

“Yes, babe…that’s you.” You smiled. “I’m kind of impressed with myself. I captured your sweet smile I love. I got your eyes just how I like…it’s all you, and everything I adore about you.” 

Edward found himself chuckling. "I-I…I love it, you make me look…how I want to look like.." 

You put your head on his shoulder. "You already look that way to me." 

You kissed his cheek, giggling as his face started to blush.

Telltale Riddler: 

God, it was so damn difficult and intimidating to impress him in any and every possible way. 

However, you knew Edward had an appreciation for the arts. Thankfully you were artistic, and he seemed to enjoy the little still lives you drew. Giving you the smallest nod or the lowest of satisfied hums. 

Well, what was driving you anxious now was how he’d react to this portrait of him you did. You had a major art block and wanted to paint human figures for once. It made sense to paint Edward considering how long you’ve been with him…however predicting his reaction was nerve-wracking. 

Would he like it? Would he just give you pity comments but totally roll his eyes at it? He’d probably comment about how you had better things to do with your spare time. 

However, you knew he would have questions to what has kept you so busy the past couple of weeks. While he was tinkering away in his hideout. You occasionally reached out periodically but mostly stayed in your apartment. You invited him over for dinner so you can unveil your painting to him. 

“So, what was it you wanted to show me?” As soon as dinner was over, Edward didn’t beat around anymore bushes. 

“Well, you were asking what was keeping me so busy. I was working on a little project, to surprise you with…” You tried to swallow down the lump of nervousness in your throat and slow down the anxious pacing of your heart. 

“F-follow me.” He followed you down the hallway and to your little studio in the room right across from your bedroom. 

The painting was covered with a protective thin sheet over it. You went to the side of it and with a quick breath your snatched it off. 

It was a mid-waist portrait. He was in his Riddler get-up, the hood was down, but his eye mask was still on. He held his staff in his hand and leaned it against his shoulder. 

Edward was speechless. He was hardly ever speechless…so you weren’t sure if that was exactly a good or bad reaction. Eventually the quiet was eating away at you. 

“Edward?” You asked, slowly dropping the sheet from your hands. 

“I-I-I…” He finds himself flabbergasted. No one’s ever done anything like this for him. The only pictures of him are either from mugshots or wanted posters. Pictures of him were usually videos or images of him in mid-heist. 

“This…this is very impressive, Y/N. Is this what kept you busy these past few days?” He was steady staring at his portrait. 

“Y-Yes…I wanted to surprise you with something, and I’ve always wanted to try my hand at figures.” 

He looked over at you and grinned. “You certainly did that, you surprised me and impressed me. If you ever wish to…draw from real life…feel free to bring your supplies to the hideout. Just as long as you clean up and keep up with them.” He winked. 

Hush (DCAU) Riddler: 

Hmm…just one more little line here…erase that guideline that was still there.

"Hey, Y/N! What're you drawing this time?" 

You had your supplies all lined out on the living room table. You had your artboard in your lap with your sheet of paper. You were drawing while waiting for Edward to come home. 

"Oh…just this really handsome person I know. I see him every day and yet I never thought to draw him. It was the perfect way to break out of my art block!" 

He was hanging up his suit jacket, hat, and mask while he took in everything you said. Yet it just now registered to him as he started walking towards your makeshift work station. 

"W-wait what? You drew me?

"Well I'm glad to know you know it's you." You chuckled. 

Edward leaned over the back of the couch and looked over your shoulder. 

“Whoa…you weren’t kidding.” He mumbled.

“Why would I kid you? Do you like it?” You leaned your head next to his. You could feel his smile stretch to scrunch his cheeks. 

“I-I love it…I look amazing! W-Well I mean..you drew me amazing..I’m still just me..” He chuckled. 

You giggled back, turning his head to the side, you leaned in and met his lips with yours. “I love you, and I drew you as I see you. You’re always amazing to me, Eddie.” 

He smiled back at you, with the most loving eyes imaginable. 

“I can keep drawing you, if you wish. If that’ll make you believe!” You nudged his shoulder with yours. 

He laughed. “I don’t know about that but I do know I like the idea of being your “go-to” muse.”

[alexandria-is-my-firstname]

More sketches as always,,,

First one would be a Charles Raisinburger sketch, didn't like his boss form and felt like making him more menacing,,, perhaps having boss phases, starting with this Chainsaw Man inspired design as his half or mid-form,,,

(Raisinburger having his hammer as a head that could combust like a rocket aand having a chainsaw-attached gun arm, a mix of Denji's chainsaw and Gut's prosthetic arm)

Second yet supposedly first sketch,,,

Monster Ethan wearing a bigass bath robe cause there's nothing else he could wear in that form, was kinda inspired by Lady D,,, in a way,,, (couldn't find a thicker pencil, reason why the sketch doesn't look visible)

Third sketch,,,

Fairy God-mother and Meowy, Rose's two besties. Ethan's dynamic with Meowy is basically the dad who doesn't want pets but ends up becoming bros, as well Ethan sorta mimicking Meowy without realization (really deepens the Catboy Ethan headcanon, damn),,, (I did had an idea where Ethan - before getting booted to death - was allergic to cats, reason why he isn't fond of cats nor' having any pets nor' there were any pets shown in his and Mia's house)

Idea of Meowy started from here,,,

Lastly,,, the continu-angst-tion,,,

Last sketches were supposed to be drawn for a previous post but artblock hit me like a brick, but here we are,,,

Sketch 1-5: Thought about Ethan saying something that resulted Mia to stare and have interest in him, the quote "the rain sure is beautiful, surely an angel is near" was both from my mom who believes the rain were led by angels, and from a cultural belief where rain brings good luck (mostly for farmers) and kudos to my friend who turns it into a dialogue,,,

Sketch 6-11: I think Ethan watches a lot of movies, being the geek one in the office while Mia barely watches any movies, giving a reason for the two to hang out and afterwards date,,, (edit: it was supposed to be Ethan saying "we should have a movie night", damn my dialogue-forgetting arse)

Sketch 12-15: Imagine the happiest moment and the most painful moment drawn in one paper,,,

Sketch 16-19: Dunno what to write,,, so, for the people of RE7,,,

Sketch 20-23: for 20-21, Ethan and Mia were about to plant a flower (dunno know what else to say),,,

Sketch 24: Alas,,, they snuggled,,,

Origin of the last sketches,,,

Before ending it for today, Ethan being a systems engineer and geeky everyman to becoming the megamycete's host and the second-coming of the black god felt like something particularly out of Devilman, the protagonist who once lived a normal everyman or avarage joe life only to become a devilman yet who's heart still retain humanity and love.

I mean, Mia and other characters aside,,, imagine being Ethan's co-worker from the beginning of RE7, your acquaintance or perhaps office buddy called you and informed that he found his presumed-dead-wife's location,,, and of course, you'd be surprised by the news yet skeptic knowing that 3 years had passed and how would your office buddy's wife survived all those years?,,, and,,, after the call, your office buddy was never seen nor' heard again except for the article/newspaper relating to the Bakers' estate,,, and you were the last person to hear your office buddy,,, and as years passed by, you're not aware that your ol' buddy turned out to be a moldy corpse, had a mushroom-messiah-daughter and (in the continuation) became a mold god,,, shit escelated hard,,, and you're just a human continuing your joey days til' your dead,,,

To make it short, the concept of some normal guy being put in a situation where they develop into a dangerous entity who's heart is still pure really fascinates me as both artist and writer (I do have original works involving with that concept but i'll share later),,,

And alas, Mia putting Ethan in varies dangers - resulting him becoming a moldy boi - and feeling overwhelming guilt yet still being loved by Ethan after all the painful events is really something,,, can't find the right words to describe it but yeah (LIES!! IT'S THE SONG "Juan Karlos - Kalawakan" THAT HAS THE VIBE!!). That's it for today,,,

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And yes,,, Ethan's now a god and here's how,,,

[villainworshiper]

Grabber x artist! Gn! Reader HC?

Would be so lovely to see what you come up with, feel free to ignore also!

/knuckle cracking

this is my jam, dear anon I love you for giving me this topic.

The Grabber x Artist GN!reader

Warnings

you might have diabetes after reading this post, mentions of kidnaping, stockholm syndrome, older reader

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being trapped sure is disturbing enough but not having your sketchbook nearby was torture.

the boredom when he wasn't around was enough to make you start looking for something, anything you could use to draw.

you ended up finding a small piece of chalk in a corner, that would be enough.

you started drawing on the wall next to the bed, flowers and anything you could think of that you would miss from outside, even your pet.

then you drew a pair of blue eyes hidden in the side of that black phone on the wall, that unmistakable mask and his intense gaze were the only thing that haunted your mind after all, every second you were there was because of him.

it was a bit chaotic but your style was more like that, a bunch of mixed feelings in a rushing mind.

you drew until the chalk disappeared from your fingertips.

you woke up by a presence the next morning, he was staring at the wall crouched down with your tray of food in his hands.

"Did you do that?"

shit, you thought you were already dead, he was mad that you messed with his walls.

you nodded with fear in your eyes and sweat on your palms as he pulled off the bottom of his mask to reveal a smile.

"I didn't know you were so into art."

"well you didn't ask anything before you kidnapped me so..." you thought but nothing came out of your mouth, just a nod.

after that he got easier with you.

one day after your meal he gave you a dusty black covered sketchbook and a red pen. (of course, his trademark colors because he can).

he never asked you about your preferred art supplies so he felt insecure.

but when your eyes lit up like a lighthouse he released the air he had in his lungs.

he literally searched every corner of his house to find something for you to draw on.

he stood there while you opened the sketchbook but you couldn't get started.

i mean he was still there and you could feel his gaze on you making your face burn.

you asked him to leave and surprisingly he agreed on the condition that he would come back two hours later to look at your sketches.

that was a very frequent routine since then, he would come down two or more times per day to see how many pages you filled with various things.

he would even give you extra food if he really liked the drawings you did, and of course he does.

he already liked your style, but seeing it on paper really amazed him.

once you asked him for colors, you liked the red pen but you wanted to be a bit more colorfull.

he went to buy you some but when he came back god, if looks could kill he would have disappeared from existence by now.

"What? You said you wanted colors dove."

he gave you crayons, child size crayons.

that sketchbook became your personal art journal.

until you got guess what, an artblock.

you were very upset when he came over and asked you why you weren't drawing today, you explained.

he told you he wasn't sure he could help you with it.

then you had an idea.

you really liked the magician outfit he was wearing when he forced you into the van so...

still thinking it was a questionable request, you asked him to wear that without the mask, if that was okay.

it didn't take long for him to come back dressed like that.

he stood there, near the bed, while you relayed into the wall and began to draw him.

it was the first time he could see you work and you looked so confident, so calm and full of concentration that he lost himself in you and your expressions for a bit.

your lines were so smooth, so free and you finally finished turning the sketch for him to see.

oh no his smile was doing things to make your heart race, you didn't draw him creepy you were actually picturing him as a person, not a monster and he liked it.

you started drawing him more often, maybe so often that your last pages were just filled with him and occasionally you posing for his attempts to draw you.

because sure, he wanted to learn and you were trying to teach him but you were a horrible teacher and he was a stubborn man when things didn't go as planned.

by the way, he never erased those drawings on the wall.

[mister-carnival]

Art ask for 2, 24, and 21? :)

Also I hate to sound like a broken record player, but again happy birthday yo! Get your favorite food and vibe if possible :)

Thanks for the birthday wishes!! At the end of my day I received some homemade sesame candies so that made me very happy! (o: 2. 5 favorites of your own work?

These have to top 5 from this year! All of these pieces are close to my heart for different reasons The cosmic clown felt so therapeutic to draw, and animate. Was possessed and did it all in one sitting... while rewatching the Lost series which feels like a fever dream but makes me proud nonetheless ! My alien guy Lamoske is a loooong time oc that deserves more love, but his design is complex and tough to draw :'D But I managed to accurately get his side profile down so that's a victory!! The paint demon and connie have quickly become two dear characters, and this piece of them brings me a calm feeling. Also makes me wish I had cool colored tiles in my shower too damn Khal's color scheme is like pure indulgence. He was made quickly and without much thought but for some reason grew on me like a parasite LOL but I love him. Now the piece in the bottom right that I haven't posted yet technically as its part of a comic I'm planning on releasing all together once it's finished! It took forever because its pixels. Like it might be torture, but tiny pixel details bring fourth some sorta passion from me 21. Weirdest thing you've ever drawn? oh god well Im not sure any of those drawings are fit for anyone eyes but I do have some pieces that I've made to make friends or family laugh that ended up looking like abomations. I made a comic awhile back based off the game Valhiem. But yeah I was prompted to make it after playing it with my brother enough times to despise the blue orges that are basically giant versions of certain cheeto man we shall not name

24. How do you deal with artblock? Well first I open the door to the void and politely ask the endless space-time continuum to fix my artblock and free me lol. But in all seriousness I try my best to shake it off but sometimes its more complicated and challenging. Something that helps is stepping away from any works in progress pieces that are frustrating me. Usually what follows is me creating a new piece of art that is letting those emotions of frustration out, freely and without expectation or premeditated design. I usually don't post them but the first Shades of Muse piece is actually one of those I ended up liking enough to post. But yeah I have a whole folder of them, I call them ladder pieces because they help me move upward again <3 !

[cherries-blooming]

BAILEY X CHUB!FEM! READER (Biker Goddess)

You've spent most of your day outside your university, trying to write an essay on the best experience you've ever had. You gently tap the end of the eraser on your bottom lip as you think of what that could possibly be. Sure, you've been to weddings and family reunions but nothing really struck out to you as 'the best'. Sighing as you pack up for the day, you look over to the sign of your university; "Rosenburg, home of the arts". "If being an artist means back to back pain and artblock then sure, I'm home alright." You mutter to yourself. Maybe a nice calming cup of decaf from the local coffee shop will give you some inspiration. You check your phone as you walk onto the sidewalk, 7:40 pm, if you wanted coffee then you'd best hurry. Placing your phone in your hoodies pocket, you start your walk down town.

You weren't really paying attention to your surroundings, more or less spacing out as the sunset casts a large shadow besides yourself. There's a song stuck in your head, you hum along to it, blissfully disconnecting from the world around yourself. By the time you arrive at your favorite coffee shop, you barely get to sneak by the last customer and order yourself a cup. The cashier gives you a lackadaisical stare past their boxy glasses before going to make you your drink. "Thank you- and- sorry." You say, waving a hand as you stand by the pick up area to wait for it. The song playing on some hidden radio lulls you to glance around the room, your eyes land on a corkboard with some pictures on it. One of them being a group of girls. You take a closer look and the words 'Cherry Bombs' is written on it. A friend group of some sort? They look very happy, the one in the middle catches your attention. She's taller than the others and has a gleaming smile on her face. Stunning. "Ma'am-." The cashier's voice grabs your attention, "-your drink is ready."

"Yes! Thank you. I'll get out of your hair now." You say in a soft tone, gently grabbing the cup out of their hands. There was a moment of silence as you grabbed and pocketed a few sugar packets and a stirrer "Uh ma'am-! I don't think it's safe to go out alone..." the now nervous looking cashier calls out to you, earning a raised brow from you. "Huh? Why, is something wrong?" They shift around a bit, tapping their fingers on the counter, "Well, it's rumored that young women are being targeted by a group of guys.... Call themselves the 'Lady Killers'. S'like something right out of a cheesy 90's horror film but I wouldn't risk it." They look pretty serious about that. You weigh your options before shrugging a bit, "I'll be okay, I mean, no one's really out here LOOKING for a chubby girl like me to try 'n snatch, haha." You joke as you push past the front doors and onto the dimly lit sidewalk. You check your phone, it's 9:30 now.

It's about an hour or so walk back to your campus at the university, and you weren't about to let some rumors deter you from finally getting home and putting the essay paper off for later. You've traveled a few blocks down with no issue at all, though, you're extra cautious about the shadows that catches your peripheral. You deicide to calm your nerves by looking at the pictures you took on your phone of a lovely small pompom dog you saw on a trip with family somewhere. It started to work... For awhile. But it only took a moment before you could hear it, a distant sound of a car in the distance. It was getting closer. You slowly move the coffee away from your lips as you look towards the noise. Suddenly, your body ran cold as it started to head toward you. You run off, trying to make some distance between you and this jackass trying to run you over.

You dip into an alleyway, hoping it was a shortcut to a nicely lit neighborhood, praying that someone there could help you. You can hear the sound of car wheels skirting to a halt  behind you. You shake your head, it's better not to look back. You run into something, something hard. A wall. Your blood runs cold as you stumble backwards to catch yourself. No... No! You have so much you haven't done yet in life! You can't possibly be the victim to something as stupid sounding as the 'Lady Killers'!. You haven't even finished that stupid essay yet! The car door shuts as heavy footsteps come closer to you, the sounds of muffled chuckles could be heard as you slowly turn to see three men. One of them was quiet tall and lanky with purple straight hair. The other was shorter but bulkier, a spiked mohawk on his. And lastly, a guy around the height of a shack, he was beefier than the other two and had a bald head. How classic. Were you really dealing with some reject TMNT villains right now?

"Hey, don'cha know little piglets like you gotta get home before the farmer comes in?" The purple haired one said, a crooked smirk on his face as he stepped closer. Slowly reaching for your hoodie pocket, hoping maybe you could 'accidentally' dial 911. "Hey! Does the little piggy speak? You look like you got sum nice bacon, hm?" The man spoke again, he was a foot away from you now. He smelled like cigarette smoke and old fruit. Mind racing, thinking of something you could say to get them to back off, your heart was the only thing you could hear now. As he closed the distance between you, you start thinking about how boring your life was, and how much you felt horrible for letting it be that way. You clenched your hands into a fists, stopping once you felt the hot cup still in your hands. You get a spark of confidence. "Well- How would you like some hot beans to the face!" You open the lid and chuck the cup at his head. It lands, the hot bean juice leaving him red where it had landed. He yells, waddling back a bit as he tried to wipe away the hotness from his face. His two lackies chuckle a bit, stopping when their boss shoots them a dirty glare. "You're gonna regret that." He growled, stomping his way back to you. But before he could even lay a hand on you, the roaring sound of motorcycles came into earshot. The three looked at each other then to the entrance of the alleyway. You lifted up your gaze, the blaring lights of the motorcycles blinded you as you tried to make out your saviors. Well... You hoped that's who they were.

"Hey Lady Killers!" A raspy and excitable voice said, "I suggest you leave that poor chick alone, or else!" the one closest to you scoffed and walked over to the voice. "Oh yeah? And whaddya gonna do! You're just some flashy bimbo onna bike!" You slowly pull yourself away from the wall to get a better look. The bike turned off and from it stood a giant, curly haired, goddess of a woman. She took off her helmet and you could've sworn your heart skipped three beats.

She had baby blue eyes, sharp features, a scar over the eye that wasn't hidden by her hair, and a smirk on her face. Raising and pointing to the three men, she spoke, "You're gonna regret fucking around with the Cherry Bombs, boys!" the next few minutes were like a movie, you couldn't look away, you were too enraptured by the golden goddess and her gang of 6 other girls beating the men to a pulp. Before long, the woman was throwing the head honcho back into his car with a slam, the other guys scurrying in after, beaten and missing a few teeth. They made a speedy escape into the cold night, honking their car horn as they did. You blinked, taking a moment to process things.

"Hey, babes, you aight?" The woman spoke again, she was walking towards you, as she did you started to notice just how big she was. Maybe 6- no- 7 feet tall, exposed arms covered in muscles and an eyefull of... Chest. Needless to say, you were at a loss for words. Your face became hot as you looked up at hers. She had a gentle expression on, offering a hand to you. You looked down at it, ignoring the little bit of blood from the Lady Killers that was sprawled onto her fingertips and knuckles. You held it, surprisingly soft, you noted. She walked you out of the alleyway, the other members were speaking amoungst themselves, they were all stunning as well. Damn- how'd you get so lucky to fall into the hands of gods most powerful and prettiest women?

"Where you live? Me and the girls will ensure you get back there safely" The mysterious woman asked, still holding onto your trembling hand. "Ah- oh! I uh- I live on campus at the.... University not too far from here. I'm uh... Writing major." You stammered, nice going you. She nodded, a toothy grin on her face. You two walked over to her motorcycle, letting go of your hand to pick up something, a helmet. She placed it carefully onto your head before putting on her own, "Just tell me the address and I'll get you there, trust me." you didn't have to be told twice. You trust with woman with your whole life, your future, hell even with your KIDS. You gave a gentle nod, earning you her toothy show stopping grin. She mounted her bike and rounded up her girls before patting the seat behind herself, "Hop on!"

The drive was a lot shorter than you were hoping, you wanted to have your arms wrapped around the goddess before you forever, but alas, you were home now. Your roomate, who was standing outside of the campus, came running over and nearly fainted when she saw that you were safe and sound. You got off the bike and returned the helmet, giving the driver one last longing look before rushing over to stable your fainting friend. "You had me scared! You weren't answering my texts all day and now you come home with a bunch of mysterious bike ladies!?" You try to calm her down and explain that there was a bit of a holdup with... Everything. You took a moment to realize that the trip for coffee was kind of a lost cause, considering you only took a few sips.

After she calmed down, your friend walked back into your shared room, leaving you some alone time with the gang. You turned and looked back at the female equivalent of Hercules before you. She still had a smile on her face as she watched you get closer. "You uh-... You never told me your name." You said shyly, trying not to mess around with your fingers as you avoided staring right at her tattoo. "Oh- I knew I forgot something! Hehe. I always do this." Sliding off her bike and closer to you, she handed you a little note before saying, "Bailey, I'm Bailey Faxton." you slowly took the note and unfolded it. On it was a scrawled out string of numbers... Her phone number! You look back up to say something but she's already mounted her bike and placed her helmet on.

"Call me when you're in need of a hero, okay babe?" Her words danced on your ears as she and her gang, The Cherry Bombs, rolled out of your campus and into the dark. The cool 10 PM night air swam its way through your hoodie, shaking you out of your thoughts. You turned to walk up to the campus, making it halfway up the stairs before stopping to look back at the road again.

"...I think I know what that essay is going to be about."

[chibigaia-art]

on your Instagram story where someone asked if you liked yosuke, you said if this was on tumblr you would write at least 3 paragraphs as to why you like yosuke, so 👉👈 now I am sending this to you on tumblr

OH OOF OKAY HERE WE GO, more details on why I love Yusuke

I already said on IG that one of the things I like about him is the artist struggle - he wants to make art, then he gets in an artblock and desperately tries to get out of it, he has no money, he’s distracted half of the times or unaware of what happens around him... he’s a complete dork and he’s also. One of the biggest assholes in game, especially when you first meet him. Good.

He also has some really cute interactions with the rest of the PT, I wish we got more of that!!! He’s the first person Futaba holds a lenghty conversation with besides protag, and Yusuke is also the one to tell Ryuji he can talk to him when Ryuji says he can’t fall asleep at night. And I really love that he goes to the beach like that, I said it on ig, I’m saying it here too, if I was a kinnie I’d kin him hngfs

Also half of his conversations in the group chat are absolutely hilarious - when he infodumps about medjed? When he says he wants something salty while the rest of the group is having a serious conversation? In the mementos missions he goes out at night to meet a urban legend just to see if he could get some inspiration for art out of it. The absolute mad man. I wish the game didn’t give me 80% mean choices when interacting with him, he doesn’t deserve any of that.

AND HIS DESIGN. THE DESIGN. GOD. CHEF KISS. I’ll shake the hand of whoever came up with it!!!! The phantom thief outfit slaps, the eye shape is one of my fave to draw, he has long eyelashes so nice, really nice!!!! His awakening is also one of my faves, it goes from extremely painful > extremely dramatic and then it ends with Yusuke grinning?? Talk about poetic cinema

tldr, yusuke is mean but grows to be kinder, has one of the best designs, is over the top and painfully relatable to me

[greencharisard]

I promise I'm still working on that pokemon project, but it's a pokemon-trainer set of 6 of a 'mon that's very detailed so it's taking a lot of time, and I ended up artblocked.

The first pick was the first thing I did after almost a week of not drawing, what happened is roughly this:

- Was still working on-and-off on the pokemon pic set, and a new TLK one.

- Re-downloaded Steam for some reason I can't remember.

- Found out Spore is in there with all three packs  and on sale (base game+creepy & cute+ galactic adventures)

- caved and bought it cuz it's been years and I wanted the third pack and a convinient way to access it that wasn't a 10+ y/o disc/code I've used a million times on 5 or 6 PCs.

- Played it for 3 days or so, including a day were I completely messed up my PC by tampering with the core folders (went back to normal now THANK GOD) and played switch games for that day.

- Spent another half day after fixing my PC making an EA account to have a proper acc on Spore itself (had to go forum digging, it's a mess). Then played Spore more.

- In all of this watched one HK meme video and stated getting a bajillion of them in my YT recommendeds.

- Played a bunch of switch games for a day trying to stay away from Spore and start drawing (failed).

- Decided to start playing HK again at piss off o'clock in the evening. Still couldn't get past Hornet in Greenpath.

- Next morning finally beat boss 2 and open up a MASSIVE CHUNK OF THE GAME.

- spend the next 2 or so days playing that, including most of today.

So yeah, I fried my brain, in an attempt at grudging trough the art block I tried making an OC, then also tried making self-inserts because Hollow Knight has been my lifesource for the past few week or so, while Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss have been one of my latest obsessions for months, so it only felt fitting to morph my crittersona to fit in those universes.

- First I wanted to draw him as an imp, technically I already drew him as a demon/sinner, so a creature native to hell seemed like the next best AU choice. I didn't think much about what he would do, I just focused on the design part itself, and even then as you can see I had quite a few ideas I tried out on the side. One of the main reasons that made me think he'd fit as an imp is that in an earlier design he had that I never posted the tip of his tail was arrow shaped instead of being just a tuft like now (I should draw that impish form again sometime, he was basically like now but not a noodle). For the clothes I kinda used stuff I own irl as inspo, while thinking "what would fit the HH/HB style?" so I used a sleeveless hoodie, a black shirt (I have a lot of those, I just made one with a generic skull pattern here), and the only pair of jeans I own that I can actually stand to wear... escept by the time I remembered I wanted to draw those I had already drawn cargo pants on him out of habit, so I just colored them like jeans instead... I would probably love pants like these lmao. Oh and chains linked to the belt loops, I actually have those too, they're made form crafstore legit normal chains, not ones made to be actually worn like this. Listen I got them in high school I was an edgy basard and I didn't know where to get stuff like that so I just asked dad to get some like this instead ok. I have a pair of normal steel and a pair of black ones, here he's wearing the latter.

- The other idea was to turn him into a HK bug, more specifically, a mosskin tribe member from greenpath, cuz it's my favorite stage of the game with how pretty it is (listen the artwork of that game is goreous ok). He would probably be a bit of a loner/outcast, always hiding with his leaf/bush cape; the lighter fuzz is part of his body. I imagine he'd be a side character you have to go out of your way to meet and interact with, and depending on how you do so his outcome in the story may vary: one option is that he just stays like normal if you befriend him, the second is he succumbs to the infaction and he ends up being a secret boss an you have to kill him, a third however is maybe he does get infected, but if you do some sort of side quest before defeating him you can cure/save him still(?) Idk. His boss/infected form is partially inspired by aspids (because they're some of the most annoying enemies and I think that fits him/me well enough :') ), he probably attacks from a distance with a combo of spitting at you directly from the ceiling and throwing bubbles of infection around the stage by swinging his tail; maybe even releasing bursts of orange gas like some other enemies when you hit him (in later pahses). And yes, the name is a pun; I noticed the characters in this game either have descriptive names/adjectives, or normal names so I went with a combo of the two.

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