#it was originally going to be just a portrait

[medli20]

My group started a new D&D campaign so I drew myself a character portrait! His name is Artie and he's an artificer/wizard multiclass because ngl I kinda dig being good at INT checks.

Some meta facts about him:

He was originally going to be taller, but I drew his head too big and I didn't wanna change it, so now he's lost a significant amount of height. Though tbh most of my D&D characters tend to be on the shorter side anyway, so this is just a return to form for me lol

I had trouble introducing him in our initial RP session, so he just kinda blundered into the other party members' conversation after eavesdropping on them and forming his own headcanons and parasocial relationships with them all.

I designed him in kind of an animation-minded way (i.e. very sparse in details) whereas his party members have a lot more detail, which makes for a funny sort of contrast when they're standing next to each other. I'll post everyone's tokens later, but he's really got big "just some guy" energy which I love for him lol

[sadhornydemons]

Stolas' Slutty Royal Romper of DOOM!

Seriously, Stolas, nothing good comes when you wear these. Burn them in the fire and burn the ashes again just to be on the safe side!

Who wears short-shorts? Stolas wears short shorts on his freakin' wedding day! But they still made him go through with it.

And not sure if this portrait was done on the same day but:

(the royal equivalent of a drunken facebook photo post) But Blitz liked it enough to make it his phone's contact image for Stolas.

And because I can only see a good view of it from the unofficial pilot:

Non-canon antagonist pilot Stolas was technically the first to wear em!

But since season 2 brought them back with a vengeance, Stolas decided to bring sexy back while meeting with the future ex in-laws:

And we know how well that turned out to be:

And I thought Striker might had damaged them, but no, the top part is a vest:

So, he breaks them out again to meet with Ozzie!

No, wait. These have a stripe on the side. (maybe the original ones were damaged beyond repair) Stolas, how many slightly different rompers do you own?!

At any rate, the visit to Lust does end up getting Stolas the crystal in the end, so the striped romper returns for the ill-fated Full Moon:

Which goes about as well as expected:

The slutty romper is TOO powerful to resist!

But all things must come to an and:

(neither is at fault here, it's the cursed romper!)

Thankfully Stolas was back to wearing barely-there robes and Victorian glam-rock after this. Will the cursed romper make it's return in a future episode? Or will Stolas wisely decide to return to his bird-flesh-colored-pants, or simply show up to court in a Halloween costume he's been wearing for over a month? Time will tell.

[nile-the-empathy-cleric]

I'm a huge fan of your work, your writing is so beautiful, and the way you add your own personal love of art is just; it's genuinely amazing. I was wondering if you have any paintings that you think each of your favorite characters would represent or maybe even what u see when u look at them. ❤️🖼🎨🖌

Oh boy do I love this ask! Firstly, than you 🥺 you're too kind 💕

Second I have so many paintings that spring to mind for various characters! Immediately off the bat my brain went right to Lestat and how his presence and aesthetic (especially in 1920s New Orleans) gave gigantic J.C. Leyendecker vibes.

(left) The Sleuth J.C. Leyendecker, ca. 1906 and (right) Arrow Shirt Collar Ad, 1916. By J.C. Leyendecker For Arrow Shirt Collars, 1916

The way Leyendecker plays with shadow, light, and color to project an air of seduction and power is just *chef's kiss.* He is a master at depicting an idealized masculinity that still has a level of vulnerability. I don't think it's just the styling/ fashion of the men in Leyendecker's illustrations that remind me of Lestat, but the features as well. J.C. gives them this attitude of nonchalance but there's something deeply concerned with appearances underneath. Is that not Lestat?

For Claudia there are a couple. First (not a painting but a sculpture) is Degas' The Little Dancer Aged Fourteen. I look at this piece and think of the history of ballet and the connotations of ballet at the time Degas was working. In France at the time ballerinas were highly taken advantage of and exploited. The exploitation was sexual in nature and simultaneously adultified and infantilized. They were highly fetishized. It's very sad and tragic and it reminds me of Claudia. The Little Dancer has an almost defiant energy to her, like there is a sense of pride and restraint, something dignified despite her lesser social standing.

I also see something of Claudia in this piece: Girl in Pink Dress, ca. 1927 by Laura Wheeler Waring. I also think this girl embodies the qualities of both Bailey and Delainey's Claudias���– there's simultaneously an innocence and maturity. I see something similar in Isabella, (aka Young Woman with a Fan), 1906 by Simon Maris and I just think it's neat to see art of Black people done by a white person from the early 1900s that isn't fetishizing or racist (don't look at J.C. Leyendecker's art of Black people, yikes!)

For Louis, my first thought was Derek Fordjour's STRWMN, 2020. It gives NOLA Louis to me in terms of style, but also the colorful and fun energy has the vibes of his little journey of gay self-discovery in Paris. I also see Louis in Lois Mailou Jones' Negro Youth, 1929. It mirrors depressed Louis for me. There is something very fragile in his expression, but you can tell he's trying to be strong, much like Louis.

As for Armand? Well, the number one is Botticelli's Saint Sebastian (it just has an uncanny resemblance to Assad) and the metaphor is too apt to not point out. The other that immediately make me think of Armand is The Abduction of Ganymede by Correggio. It's less the painting and more the myth it's based on, but out of all the Ganymede paintings, Correggio's is my favorite.

And Daniel is just like... any Nan Goldin photo, but I'll pick Heart-shaped bruise, 1980. I don't think I need to give my thoughts here 😂

Thank you again for such a fun ask! I appreciate every message I get from anons and mutuals alike 🥰

[*Edit: Being transparent––I went back and corrected a mistake I made in the original because I don't want an inaccurate/ racist post going around, even after a correction in the reblogs if people aren't seeing the original. I accidentally implied that Laura Wheeler Waring was white. I meant the statement about Simon Maris, who was a Dutch portrait artist. Laura Wheeler Waring was a prominent Black artist. Lesson to self: do not write deeply thoughtful posts at 1 am while you have a fever.]

[anon-e-miss]

Broken Vows - 8

“‘M gonna go look at habs for ya when ya have a rest,” Jazz told Prowl. He avoided the glyph nap which seemed a little mocking to him. As his frame continued to integrate the delicate repairs and with a fragile self-respair systems, Prowl ran out of energy quickly and recharged off and on throughout the mega-cycle.

“Perhaps you might like to take Smokescreen with you?” Prowl offered. “He would benefit from fresh air.”

“Are ya sure?” Jazz asked.

“I trust you,” Prowl said.

“What about you and Blue?” Smokescreen asked.

“We need more rest than you, Bravespark,” Prowl told him. “I know it is not terribly fun for you when we recharge. There is a fine playground in the park your progenitor and I used to walk in.”

“I’d love to,” Jazz said. “What do ya say, Smokey?”

“Okay!”

“I’ll give ya a list o’ favourites,” Jazz offered Prowl. Prowl just shook his helm.

“I trust you and Smokescreen to select it,” he said. “You know how little I concerned myself with my habsuite.”

“A’ight,” Jazz said. “We’ll do our best.”

Smokescreen was nervous, Jazz knew. His genitor was nervous too. Jazz held Smokescreen’s servo in a firm grip as they walked down the hall and made their way to the tram that would drop them off at the metro. It was faster to drive, of course but Jazz was too nervous to drive Smokescreen and the mechling was far too young to drive on his own. Smokescreen would not have wheels of his own until he was a youngling. Sooner or later, Jazz would give him a ride somewhere but Smokescreen had already gotten lost once on his watch and he was not going to risk getting in a crash with him on their first trip off base. The media were all gone, having been chased off by the Primal Vanguard after Prime had given his speech. That did not mean there might not be opportunists who would sneak a quick shot but Jazz had a plan for that.

“I want ya to wear this,” Jazz told Smokescreen as he magnetized a small device to the collar of his armour.

“What’s it for?” Smokescreen asked.

“If anyone tries to take a picture o’ ya, this’ll scramble it,” Jazz told him. “I know yer ori don’t want yer face all o’er the news.”

“It was the same in Praxus,” Smokescreen said. “He didn’t want me in portraits. He didn’t want Blue either but he wasn’t allowed to say no.”

“‘M sorry yer Ori had to make that choice,” Jazz told him. “I’m sorry I bout’m in that spot.”

“Origin loves you,” Smokescreen said. “And it makes him sad. It always made him sad.”

“He’s got good reason, Sweetspark,” Jazz told him. “I broke his spark. I did it on purpose.”

“You were sick,” Smokescreen defended him and Jazz ruffled his helm. After everything Jazz had said and done, Prowl had excused him to their creation. It was a kindness Jazz did not think he deserved.

“Don’t make the damage any easier to live with, Bitlet,” he said.

“Hmm,” Smokescreen took a seat in the window and Jazz sat next to him. “You feel bad about it.”

“Sure do,” Jazz told him. “I didn’t know I’d kindled ya wit Prowl until I saw yer designation next to his on the casualties list. Even when I was better, I was too scared to face your Ori, even the memories o‘m so I didn’t read his letters, ‘n I lied to myself ‘bout how bad I’d behaved. I didn’t want to remember how bad I’d been. When I saw yer designation I had to face what a monster I’d been. I didn’t think I deserved to mourn ya, either o’ ya. But I needed to. I still carry the ultrasound photos he sent me.”

“Really?” Smokescreen asked. Jazz showed him the ultrasound. “I was just a blob.”

“We all start out that way.”

Jazz knew Smokescreen hoped his procreators would get back together and raise him and his brother together. It was something Jazz was a bit too scared to hope for himself. He loved Prowl dearly. With all the clarity in the world now, Jazz did not shy from this truth. The reality was, however he had hurt Prowl terribly and he had driven him away, laying the groundwork for the direction the Praxian’s life had taken. Every awful thing that had happened after could be placed at Jazz’s peds. At some point, if Prowl ever wanted to hear it, Jazz would like to apologize probably, to make sure he knew that Jazz took responsibility, that he had no excuses for everything he had said and done. He could not ask for a chance to be better for Prowl, for Smokescreen and for Bluestreak. Jazz would have to be better and to let the chips fall however they might.

“I know Origin’s originator and grandcreators were afts,” Smokescreen said. “What about yours? Origin never told me about them.”

“That’s ‘cause I never told’m,” Jazz explained. “My genitors were split-spark twins. They died in a riot in Polyhex ‘n losin’em broke my Ori ’n made ‘m go mad... sorta like I did, I guess. Me ‘n my brother, my twin split up... blamin’ different mecha for what happened. I know they’re alive but that’s all I know.”

“You got better,” Smokescreen said. “I bet he will too.”

Counterpunch had sent Jazz another of his rants that light-cycle. As always, it made no sense. There was no threat to Jazz in particular or the Autobots in general. It was just random glyphs, not even in sentences but almost just splattered across the page. Because Counterpunch did not know he had creations, because Punch had always considered his family to be his and not his alter’s, that he even had the code to the commlink Jazz had only ever shared with his family was still a bit unnerving. Talk of a mechanical spark and grinding gears, even when Jazz read it together with the other notes he had received lately, he found no meaning in it. He wondered if Ricochet got notes like these. His twin would never tell him. Ricochet had blamed Sentinel Prime for the deaths of their progenitors and the madness of their originator, in hindsight Jazz understood why. Ricochet did not forgive Jazz lending is allegiance to that prime as Jazz had blamed terrorists who had worn the Decepticon brand. Whether Ricochet called himself a Decepticon or freelanced, as had been the family business, Jazz did not know. He had not spoken to his twin in millenia and had not laid optics on him for even longer.

“This is our stop,” Jazz took Smokescreen servo and led him down the escalator and out onto the street.

It was just around the corner from Mirror’s, nearer than even Prowl’s old hab and been and a short walk to the park. There were other habsuite on his list to look at but if this one was even close to as good as the ad had suggested, he thought it would be perfect. Smokescreen, of course, would be the one to cast the deciding vote. The property manager shook Smokescreen’s servo after he shook Jazz’s and that was a point in his favour. There were lots of families in the building, or so said the manager and that was a point for the building. No one had lived in the habsuite for a while so it was a completely blank slate. Imagining how it might be set up was not a problem to Jazz. He laughed as Smokescreen ran about, checking every room. The mechling definitely needed sometime in the park to release some energy.

“This room for Origin, because it has a pretty view,” Smokescreen pulled Jazz along for a tour. “This room’s for Blue because its right next door. This rooms for me and this rooms for my grandori and uncle when they come to visit.”

“He’s so sweet,” the property manager said. “And so well behaved.”

“His Ori gets all the credit,” Jazz replied.

“Origin’s going to love it,” Smokescreen declared as they left, key card stored in Jazz’s subspace. As Jazz was an officer in the Autobot Corp, the property manager was quick to sign the habsuite over to Jazz, even having never met the principle tenant. Security was good, it would be better when Jazz added encryptions to the lock. Smokescreen had picked a good room for Prowl, it had a few of the park. He would love it.

“He’ll love that ya picked it for’m,” Jazz said. “How ‘bout we go to the park now ‘n ya can run ‘round like a wild mechanimal?”

“Okay!”

“And who is this?” Jazz jumped. The voice was husky. He knew without looking that it belonged to a wispy femme about his originator’s age.

“Dipole!” Jazz exclaimed. He had met her when she had returned from burying her progenitor. The funds that had seen her get there had been stolen and Prowl had hunted the thief down and returned them too her.

“I’m Smokescreen, Ms Dipole!”

“You look just like your Origin, doin’t you?” Dipole said. “Mirror mentioned you stopped by, to pick up a peace offering. Than she saw the news and she’s been as close to a wreck as I’ve ever seen her.”

“Mirror makes the yummy rust sticks, right?” Smokescreen asked.

“That’s right,” the femme replied.

“Prowl’s got some more healin’ to do but he’ll visit soon,” Jazz promised.

“Mirror always thought of Prowl as something of an adoptive grandcreation,” Dipole said. “What with him being all but orphaned.”

“Can we say hi?” Smokescreen asked.

“Uh...” Jazz thought on it. “I don’t want to take the wind outta yer Ori’s sails, Bravespark.”

“Eh?”

“I thought yer Ori outta be the one to introduce ya to Mirror,” Jazz said.

“He won’t mind,” Smokescreen said. “Especially if we bring more rust sticks. And... if Ms Mirror is worried about Origin, she’ll feel better and Origin’ll feel better knowing she’s not worrying anymore.”

“He is very clever,” Dipole said.

“All credit goes to his Ori,” Jazz replied. “Okay, we’ll say hi to Mirror.”

“They were really buried for vorns?” Dipole asked, softly as they headed to the bakery.

“Yeah,” Jazz replied.

“Mirror wouldn’t look at the casualty list,” Dipole explained. “After he said goodbye, she always figured he’d come back. She said he belonged here and not in Praxus but... well he never came back and then Praxus was gone. She didn’t want to know because if she didn’t know than she could imagine he was well, wherever he was.”

“I promise he’s okay now,” Jazz said. “He thought Smokey outta get out ‘n get some exercise while ‘m ‘n the bitty rest more.”

“It’ll be good to see him,” Dipole said. “He was always one of Mirror’s favourites.”

[hoodiedcrows]

Aran's new style

Okay, I'm ignoring the worry of Aran suddenly being back in fancy clothes next ep. (Do NOT try to go back to Boss Alice. Please.) So let's have a little fun and look at Aran's outfits in the last three eps, with the assumption that he's had to borrow everything since there's no extra money.

T-shirt, jeans shorts and sneakers. Very similar to Hoy, and I think they are indeed Hoy's. The glitter tee is neither Tattoo's nor Hoy's style, but I like to think that Hoy got it at some point for "those nights out" and left it to languish at the back of the closet. Enter Aran, not yet allowed to touch Tattoo's clothes when there is a whole pile of Hoy's at the apartment and no Hoy to say no (not that he would, the sweet human that he is); so Aran paws through them like a raccoon to find the least objectionable, most glittery one.

Or since t-shirts are Tattoo's uniform it might also be his, though never worn. Perhaps given to him by Mama Jeab who saw it, liked it and thought it would bring suit her little nuu.

By ep 8 Aran has been allowed to paw through Tattoo's closet as well, but only the section Tattoo has deemed undesirable for himself.

(Aran is moving around so much I can't get a less silly shot :D )

There's the blue shirt which doesn't really fit either Tattoo's or Hoy's style but is big enough to belong to one of them. The sleeveless top could also be either one's. The sneakers are the same as before, so probably Hoy's.

The black shorts, however? They're (imitation) leather. They simply must be a misguided purchase of Tattoo's, who wears black and dark shorts but always in simple jean or comfy sweatpant fabric.

(Not only are Aran and Tattoo in similar colours, but Auntie Jeab's shirt is in harmony with Tattoo's purple, and the base colour under the red flowers vibes with Aran's shirt. Family portrait! Only Hoy is missing since he chose fiery red for the day.)

Then, after being supportive of Tattoo, Aran is allowed to the rest of the closet as well for his hospital waiting room look. The dark jeans are most likely Tattoo's, though the shoes are Aran's own pair. This look is similar to the one he has in ep 5 in the hotel, but inverted. Any light items are now dark, and vice versa. Instead of a tan top, though, he just wears none.

And the black shirt? We know that Tattoo definitely has at least one of those, since he wore one while incidentally making an impression that would make it into Aran's daydreams (as we saw when Aran messaged the gang after their first heist). So. uh. Aran wearing his crushes shirt on his bare skin, huh? I guess that's a though to distract me from his outfit in tonight's ep.

Ep 9 Aran is wearing an amalgamation of everyone's clothes in a harmonious style. Going by the assumptions so far we have Hoy's black sneakers, Tattoo's black leather shorts, and a soft sleeveless top that seems likely to be Tattoo's but combines Aran's original colours, black and cream. And the hat?

The hat with the piggy ears is of course made by Aran, and it is in Tattoo's colours. There's a post waiting in the drafts about all of that, but they're the same ones we see on his tools, in his home, on his flower tattoo. Now that is something to distract me... aand I'm thinking about it again. Oh well.

At least we'll have more data for the Aran vs. Rosé post that is also drowning in the pile of drafts, since in the preview they are again wearing cream and black together while being positioned on opposite sides of the shot. Ohhhh boy.

Okay that's it I guess, just get through Monday and we'll have more of the show tonight!

[maleyanderecafe]

Dear Villainous Husband , the One to be Obsessed with is Over There (Webcomic)

Created by: Menanic

Genre: Isekai

I wish the translation for this one was a bit better, but I do think that there are a lot of fun things that I haven't seen as much in other isekai such as a tyrant that actually does seem fairly scary, another person besides the main character who has been isekaied into this world and the plot of trying to get back to the original body. The empress can also be sinister as the tyrant, though sadly it's not utilized as much as I would have hoped. As of writing this there are about 40 chapters out right now, and the yandere takes a while for him to kick in (like a long while).

The story starts out with the male lead, Lanius pretty much killing all of his sibling and his father from a young age because he was bored and wanted the title of king. Angelica, or Angie is chosen to be Lanius's empress, with Angie crying as she doesn't want to be killed considering she read the book before she isekaied. She wants to do her best to survive and run away. Angie asks Lanius why he chose to marry her of all people, with Lanius recounting that he had a whole wall of marriage candidates in which (to his eyes) looked the same, so he ended up throwing a knife, which landed in the portrait of Angie's eye. Initially, Angie is kind of bullied by the maids until she decides to bring in one of her own from her old hometown. The head maid, Jacques gets majorly angry after Angie tries to defend herself from the bullying, with us seeing that she's also the mother of the main love interest in the story, Sylvia, who is also being abused by Jacques. Afraid of what Lanius will do if he's too bored, Angie proposes a manhunt to sate Lanius's bloodlust, which works well, however Lanius states he will only do it if Angie participates as well. Angie agrees and starts training. While she prefers a bow and arrow as to not get to close to the opponent, Lanius also trains her on sword fighting as he wants her to survive. On the day of the manhunt, Lanius feeds Angie some sort of drug that makes her much more fearless and ruthless. She is able to finally kill the maid that bullied her thus ending the man hunt once and for all and bring Sylvia to work for her. Angie gets nightmares after about this event.

After a banquet where she flexes her authority as the empress, Angie decides to go to Tunia to find the original male lead, Eden a knight for the Templar. She does find him there and finds that he too is a transgressor, isekaing into the world similar to how she has. The two of them discusses the possibility of trying to go back to their original world before having to disperse as to not cause Lanius suspicions. Lanius does seem to catch on, visibly being more jealous when Angie and Eden talk, which forces to the two to send secret messages with each other. Angie and Eden discuss their escape plans together, with Angie preparing for escaping Lanius while the romance between Angie and Lanius grows stronger to the point where Lanius actually seems to like her instead of having her be just an interesting toy to him, with him bringing her to different places as sort of dates. Angie is starting to waver at the idea of going back home though as she feels there's nothing to go back to and that she is actually falling for Lanius as well. Lanius goes on a mission to kill a bunch of monsters, finding out that feeding the offspring their mother's corpse actually makes them loyal to him, and Eden during the fight also finds a special door that could relate to getting them back to their world, something that it seems only he can see. With Angie, she finds a book that is similar, with details that only she can read. Eden also decides to disguise himself as a butler at Angie's estate to gain more information and be able to communicate with Angie more easily. We learn that Sylvia still has a vendetta against Lanius, that the only way to get back to their old world is that Lanius has to die, something that Angie seems to struggle with coming to terms with. Angie ends up trying to start her escape plan by refusing to go with Lanius to the war and buying up an inn area to live in.

Like I said before, there are a lot of good concepts in this webcomic that are pretty interesting and well utilized (if only the translation weren't so bad). I feel with a lot of isekai plotlines, the villain characters or tyrant characters are not... that evil? They can be of course, and it can serve its purpose in the story, but I feel like with Lanius I can actually see why Angie would be so scared of him. His intro of killing his siblings and his father to attain the crown was really brutal, and the scenes after when trying to explain why he chose Angie in the first place and how he slyly threatens her does make me understand why Angie would be really wary around him. I do wish it continued to show more of it, maybe like killing off some employee he didn't like, but we do see him basically take control of an entire monster army and run like two man hunts, so there is at least something to it. I think it's also interesting that he's not a yandere right away, with him being more like a threatening psychopath instead. While I do like yanderes that are more upfront about their yandereness (just mostly because it's easier for me to write a recommendation on) I do think that waiting for the eventual development of feelings does help with Angie's dilemma of staying with him versus going back home, as his death is what will allow her and Eden to eventually go back. Speaking of Eden, it's very astonishing to me that there is so little isekai that have more than one character isekai into the same world. I feel like that has a lot of potential for good team ups, rivalries and various other arcs that I guess nobody wants to actually write about for isekais. I also think that the premise of Angie actually slowly developing some of Lanius's traits of being intimidating and seemingly heartless in some scenes (namely the witch hunt, the banquet and the inn at the end) were really fun too, even if the first time was induced by drugs. I really wished that it was something that showed up more often since I really do like that side of her and is a good corruption arc type thing when hanging out with Lanius.

Lanius starts out as a typical psychopath who only cares about what sick things entertain him, but it's done pretty well to showcase how terrifying he actually is. Besides the initial backstory of how he was able to rise to the throne, the fact that Angie was pretty much chosen out of chance and the fact that he is basically implies through the fact that he finds them so uninteresting that he can't recognize their faces that if she does something that he considers boring, he could just kill her. I'm not sure why he tries to help her out by feeding her the drug to make her more fearless, or even tries to train her but maybe it's to heighten his enjoyment (?) of watching the manhunt? I have no idea. I do think that Lanius eventually getting pretty possessive over Angie (especially when Eden shows up in the picture) and apparently in the webnovel, Lanius goes pretty yandere stockholm after he finds out that Angie tries to escape and pretty much confines her, which does sound very in character for someone like him. I also think it's a good way to drive tension when Angie does start falling for him and then finds out that the only way to really go back home is to have Lanius die. I feel kind of bad for Eden though since he does actually seem like he wants to go back, so that's going to be an issue for Angie even if she does want to stay.

I do think that this webcomic has a lot of good ideas, and it executes them at least somewhat decently. The only real problem I have with it is that I think Lanius could go even farther with being ruthless to his people and that the translation just isn't that good. If it follow the plot of the webnovel with Angie basically being imprisoned by Lanius, I think that would be really great too.

[billys-pretty-babe]

Beauty and the Beast

Chapter 1

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Daniella Hopper (Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC)

Warnings : Swearing

Word count : 1572

A/N : If you'd like to be tagged please let me know <3

           Daniella sighed as she parked in the driveway of the cabin. She had been living in Indianapolis with her mother and stepfather for years, ever since her younger sister died from cancer. She wasn’t close with her father anymore, but she still wrote letters to him and talked to him on the phone once a week. She knew he was romantically involved with Joyce Byers, the same woman who was at her parents’ wedding smoking a cigarette with her deadbeat husband.

           Daniella saw the curtains move before two girls appeared in the window of the living room. One was a redhead and the other was a brunette. She raised a brow, there was no way her dad had more kids so why were there two seemingly teenage girls in his living room? The front door opened after the curtains moved back to their original spot and Jim Hopper, Daniella’s father walked out of the cabin, his lips curled up in a smile around his cigarette.

           Daniella was a daddy’s girl when she was younger and she felt the hole in her heart start to mend seeing her father in the flesh, instead of just hearing his voice through the staticky phone that her mother had gifted her a few years back. Jim walked down the few steps and she unlocked her car doors, getting out of the car. He smiled and put his arms out and she smiled and hugged him. She felt the little girl in her peeking out in the arms of her father who she missed dearly. She understood why she wasn’t able to live with him, his addiction picked up after Sara died and he wasn’t fit to be a parent while he grieved.

           “Hi baby,” he murmured against her dark brown hair. She smiled and looked up at him, she was a near spitting image of her father, the same blue eyes and the same brown hair. “Hi dad.” Jim smiled and kissed the top of her head again. “Let’s get you settled in the house, I cleaned out your room.” She nodded and popped the trunk of her car and he grabbed a few bags, putting them on her suitcases so she wouldn’t have to carry much.

           “Dad, I got it.” He waved her off, puffing on his cigarette as he walked into the house. She grabbed her last remaining bags and followed him into the cabin. She passed the two girls as they watched her and she followed him to the back of the cabin where her childhood room was, right across from Sara’s room. Jim turned the lights on, her music box was on an upgraded vanity and the bed was a lot larger than she remembered.

           “I upgraded the room, you’re eighteen now. I didn’t think you’d want princesses and pink everywhere. I kept a lot of the stuff in storage just in case you do want it.” Daniella nodded and Jim idled by the door. “I missed you Dani, I did.” Her heart stuttered at the nickname, no one had called her that since Sara passed. “I missed you too, dad.” Jim smiled and looked at his watch. “I’ll let you unpack and get settled and then we can go get something to eat.” Daniella nodded and he shut the door.

           She began unpacking, putting her clothes in the closet and the white dressers that held a tv and the antenna was set up under her blinds. It wasn’t long before everything was unpacked and she put on different clothes so she could relax after dinner. She left the bedroom and walked into the familiar living room where a portrait of her, Sara, her mother and father was on display on the wall as well as other pictures from her childhood.

           Jim was in his recliner, watching whatever was on the tv as the two girls were in the guest bedroom on the floor. “Who are they?” He flinched, not expecting to hear her voice and she laughed softly. He looked in the room, ��El, come here.” The girl with brown hair walked out of the room and stood close to him as she looked at Daniella. “El, this is Daniella, but we call her Dani. She’s, my daughter.” El’s brow furrowed before pointing to herself, “I’m your daughter.” Jim nodded, “But so is she, she’s my oldest. Dani, that’s El, it’s a long story and I’ll explain it soon.” Daniella nodded, waving at the younger girl.

           “Max,” El said, beckoning the red-haired girl. The girl walked into the living room, waving at Daniella, “Finally an older girl to hang out with.” Jim raised a brow, “Your brother looks like a girl from the side.” Max rolled her eyes, “I’m not willingly hanging out with Billy.” Jim snickered against the can of Cola in his hand. “I have a brother, around your age I think. How old are you?” Daniella looked at Max, who wasn’t much shorter than she was. “I just turned eighteen.”

           Max nodded, “So did he, in March. His name’s William.” El raised a brow, “I thought it was Billy.” Max looked at her and nodded, “It is, just like mine is Maxine but I go by Max. His is William but he goes by Billy.” El nodded, still obviously confused as to how you get Billy from William. “You should meet him,” El said, almost dreamily. Jim scoffed, “No, hell no. She will not be meeting that delinquent, no offence to your brother, Max.” Max waved him off, “Not my brother, technically, just legally.” Jim nodded and looked at Daniella, “Ready to go get dinner?” She nodded and he let the recliner down. “Max, I can drop you off unless someone’s coming to get you.” She nodded, “My mom and Neil are out of town I think and who knows what that douchebag is doing.” Jim nodded and grabbed the keys to the Chief car he rode around in and Daniella grabbed her car keys.

           All three girls walked out of the house and Jim locked the front door and El and Max got into the back of the car and Daniella got into her car and got into the street and let her dad lead the way to Max’s house. It took nearly fifteen minutes for them to arrive in front of a white house. A blue car was in the driveway as the lights on it turned off, like the driver had just gotten back. The driver door opened, a guy getting out of the car. He had blonde curls that were put into a bun at the nape of his neck. He wore jeans and a white tank top as he held a red bag. Max got out of the back of Jim’s car and the guy looked over, his eye-catching Daniella’s as he smirked, lifting his hand to wave to her before Jim honked and called out of his window, “Don’t even try it, Hargrove! She’s off limits for you!”

           The guy put his thumb up before opening the front door, Max barely getting inside before the front door shut. Jim drove to a fast-food joint, the three of them walking inside and ordering their food as Daniella sipped on her Coca Cola, something she grew up with. “You’re quiet.” She looked at El and nodded, “Just tired.” The girl nodded, her brown eyes looking into hers.

           “Sleepover?” Daniella cocked her head a little, “Huh?” El huffed, pointing between them, “Sleepover.” Daniella squinted a little, “I live with you guys for a few months before I go back home.” El hummed and nodded, sipping on whatever she had poured into her cup while Jim was paying for the food. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Daniella nodded; she had a boyfriend back home in Indianapolis. He wasn’t the best, but she loved him, or at least she thought she did.

           “I do too,” El said happily, happy to have something in common with her older ‘sister’. “His name’s Mike.” Daniella nodded and looked at Jim who seemed more than displeased at the name that was spoken. It wasn’t long before their number was called and Jim grabbed the food and El had asked to ride back with Daniella. “She’s probably tired, El. She might want to drive by herself.” Daniella shook her head, “It’s fine, dad.” Jim nodded and El got into the passenger seat as she talked to Daniella, talking her ear off for fifteen minutes straight.

           It felt like hours has passed when she got back to the house and dinner was already eaten as they all sat around. She began to space out, thinking back to Max’s house, thinking about the guy, who she assumed was Max’s brother that was mentioned. His eyes were captivating, from what she saw of them. “You okay, Dani?” She looked at her dad and nodded, “Just tired, I’m probably gonna go to bed.” Jim nodded as he looked at El who had fallen asleep on the floor.

           He groaned and picked her up, taking her into the guest bedroom that looked like he had transformed it into a regular bedroom. Daniella threw away her trash before grabbing a glass of water. “Goodnight dad.” Jim smiled, “Goodnight Dani.” She walked down the hallway, into her bedroom and she shut the door behind her. She laid down and she looked outside, watching the stars before she fell asleep.

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[mintalovell]

art fight art fiiiiight!!

my first attack on @grand-theftautumn ‘s character Mercy! They were so much fun to draw, especially in a cute lil outfit

[whatudottu]

Me and the homies I dragged into playing ISAT with me (voice over style) and thus thoroughly infecting them with the ISAT hyperfixation gathered to play poker and so- drew us VAs as the cast give or take some liberties :P

[elaena]

shrugs

[froglover7789]

luke and hans friendship is so fun to me and i wish it was explored a little more in canon. like they absolutely yap about their mutual fear of leia and argue about ships and han teaches luke sabaac and luke teaches han some awful tatooinian game that is like horrifying (still workshopping this part) and they go drinking and are stupid and i wish we got to see more of that.

like anh they were so fun.... yap city.... and in esb they cared about each other but also gave each other shit like true friends... i wouldve liked to see that return more post hans carbonite incident bc lets face it. he would give luke so much shit for being a jedi

[robotsafari]

redrawing my favorite gba chain of memories scenes with my own interpretations part 1(?):

“You’re thinking about me… You’re afraid of the darkness I command.”

[juiceagainandagainandagain]

nikitaaaa

[lemm-moxx]

Wanted to draw winter outfits bc I miss them dearly

[ki1ldeer]

Classes started… already sick of this (I haven’t even been to my first class yet). Drew my boys to decompress ✌️😞

[inquisimer]

@vintersdrom drew this piece of my OC, Ember Cousland, for a commission and I just adore it! She is a Very Serious Warden Commander and you can read about her on my ao3 here :3