#maybe I'll try to work something out I would love to be able to colour jojo

[we-love-morioh-cho]

Just saw the official Shueisha Jojolands colours.......

[bewitched-hours]

Hiii can I ask for a 007n7 or 1x or any other character you wanna add as cats/beans? Reader adopted/saved them as strays and until now they didn't know that they can transform to their robloxian/human form? Reader was suspicious of how intelligent they are, because they actually do understand what reader's saying. I want fluff of them cuddling, and maybe finding out that they're not just pets lol x) [ignore this but since i have a cat sometimes i don't bother kicking them off my room when i need to change or i do something stupid like singing alone... reader probably does the same 😭] take your time, no pressure on doing my req :D

yes yes yes YES- 'scuse me- Yes- (I love this and I get it, I do the same but it's my brother who has cats, not me sadly) Don't mind me using them both and adding our baby CK into the mix-

Reader's getting She/Her!

You've been down in the dumps for a while.

You've finally cut off some toxic family and got yourself into therapy, something you've been working so hard on doing.

But you still felt guilt and shame.

Your therapist said that it was natural so you did your best to keep them out of your life...

Until one rainy day when you were rushing home from a therapy session.

It was especially stormy and your raincoat had trouble keeping you dry.

But something stopped you as you ran past an alleyway.

A small meowing. From a kitten.

You halted all motions in your body and went back to investigate, your heart not being able to let you go on without at least trying to help.

And there they were. Two cats and a tiny kitten that seemed hurt.

One of the older ones was all green and looked grumpy while the other had a strange blue pattern on it. But the kitten was completely red...

You assumed the older two must've been painted with some weird water-resistant paint while the kitten could still pass as a ginger cat.

Maybe the red colouring would lessen as it grew...

Regardless, you spared no time rushing in to take a look at the kitten. The older two seemed mostly unbothered but the blue one was a bit hesitant to let you inspect the kittens hurt leg.

Not like you could blame it. You assumed it was the parent to the little one and muttered apology after apology as you hesitantly picked up the older two first and held them on one arm before carrying the kitten on your other and making your way to a vet you knew personally.

The green cat just hissed a little but didn't make too much of a fuss as you entered your friend's clinic and checked in.

You had requested to see your friend specifically and he was surprisingly available so you were led directly into the first available room to wait for him.

You noticed one of the cats being quick to comfort the kitten as it mewed in pain, breaking your heart all over again while the green one kind of attempted to swat at you. A bit annoying but you were willing to overlook it.

"[Reader]? What brings you in today?" Your friend greeted you curiously before seeing the cats. "Oh! Poor things..."

"Yeah, found them in an alleyway on the way home and came here immediately... I can tell the kitten has a broken leg but I don't want to separate them unless absolutely necessary..." You sighed, noticing the kitten quieting down as you spoke. It was a little funny.

Like it understood you were trying to help...

"Well, there won't be a way around it but I'll get an x-ray done first to see what exactly we're dealing with. Do you want me to check the other two as well?" Your friend pointed at the older cats, who were now both looking at you and it made you think.

"You know what? Sure. I technically have the money to care for them and my brother probably still has some old stuff I can use until I can get them better playthings and such." You sighed, noticing how the blue cat seemed to relax a bit at your words while the green one nodded??

Again, you shrugged it off. Cats are supposed to be pretty intelligent so they probably recognized something about you or whatever...

It took about two hours for them all to get checked, with the green one being... Especially difficult...

But in the end, your friend gifted you two carrier boxes for the cats and told you to just come in the next day for the kitten.

You thanked him and went straight home afterwards, letting the carriers down on the ground and leaving them open for your new 'roommates' to get used to your apartment.

"What did I get myself into...?" You groaned slightly, taking out your phone to call your brother as you went off to prepare a bath for your new cats.

"Hey, so I may have picked up some cats and now they're living with me..." "I know, I know! But I didn't want them to be strays again and I'm worried what kind of people might pick them up- One of them had a kitten, for crying out loud!" "Yeah, I know... Is there any way I can have the old stuff from your cats to keep them entertained until I can get new stuff? I'll even pay you." "Wait- You'd do that?! You're the best!" "Okay~ Love you~"

You hung up with a satisfied sigh, noticing the water in the bathroom stopped running.

But when you went in, you just saw the cats both sitting on the edge of the tub and staring at you expectedly. You could only stare back, impressed that they knew how to stop the faucet.

With a chuckle, you went to give them both some gentle scratches between the ears, which they seemed to like. "You're much smarter than I thought... I'll have to ask my brother later how smart his two were so I can potentially brag about you two already knowing how to stop the faucet in the bathtub." You made sure to check the water temperature and carefully lifted them into the tub, nervously awaiting for them to put up a fight despite the water not even reaching past their legs.

But they didn't. They just stared at you. It was almost even more impressive as you went on to simply bathe them, apologizing for every mistake you made and actually feeling grateful that you managed to do it without that many scratch marks on you...

You were done just in time for your brother's arrival and left your new cats to continue drying off while you helped your brother get everything into your apartment.

"Thanks again!" You said as he left and you noticed the two cats immediately investigating all the new stuff with an amused grin on your face. They were growing on you rather quickly.

And the next day, you left them at home since you were only getting back the kitten and realized you'd now have to name them... Or maybe...

"Alright, maybe I'm crazy or this is the smartest I've ever been!" You declared as you set up a large keyboard in your living room that was connected to your TV. "Maybe this'll also allow me to test how smart you two are..." You muttered, stepping back and watching them explore.

The blue one kept glancing over at you, you assumed it was because you were keeping the kitten on your lap as it purred from your gentle scratches. It was simply too adorable to handle...

You let them walk over the keyboard as they pleased, watching them type until they gave you a stare that told you they were done and you sighed at what they wrote. "I guess I should've expected this from cats... But it's your names now..." You inspected the names and noticed they managed to colour the names in their respective colours.

"Hold on- How- I didn't-" You stammered, shocked but otherwise just going with it.

Within minutes were you on the phone to order some nametags for them all and awkwardly explained that their names weren't- in fact- a mistake.

"Welp... I guess I can try to call you all by nicknames and hope you understand me..." You sighed, looking back to see the cats still staring at you which made you freeze up for a moment.

It took a couple days ultimately but the nametags fit perfectly on some color-coded vests you got for them all.

C00lkidd was too small for one so he got away with a simple collar.

But you didn't want them to wear those all the time. Just when you had to be out and about to avoid any trouble.

Regardless, it was adorable how much they've come to trust you over time... Even napping on you or insisting on simply eating at the table with you- funny enough.

They weren't even interested in your food, spare for CK, but they were fully content just eating from their bowls at the table. It was strange but it became routine.

And you knew how important routines were for cats.

Hell, you've even started talking to them like they were roommates instead of just some cats you picked up and got emotionally attached to.

Sometimes they answered you with tiny little meows and it was the cutest thing, like they actually understood what you were saying and were trying to reply.

And c00lkidd even took a liking to climbing... Especially on you... And especially when you just got done making food...

Yup, that was definitely cat behaviour but it was funny so you didn't bother to correct it. Plus, how're you gonna say no to a kitten?!

You did notice that sometimes they straight up leave the room when you needed to change but you blamed that on cats being dramatic and comedic effect. Maybe you just smelled and they got irritated or whatever... You expected them to leave when an irritating smell intensified.

What you didn't expect, was when you came home early one evening and saw some kid trying to reach the higher cabinets in your kitchen.

You both just stared at each other nervously. Frozen. For the longest time...

"Please don't be mad-" He meekly asked, making you snap back to reality and facepalm with a deep breath. This was a child, there is no need to freak out unnecessarily...

"Alright, who are you and how did you get in...?" You asked with exhaustion practically written on your face.

"It's me, C00lkidd!" You stopped al movement again to look at him in shock and disbelief... At least until he turned back into the adorable kitten you had known.

You took a couple of seconds to process this, wondering if you were hallucinating.

So, you quickly went to the bathroom and splashed your face with some cold water, only to exit and see c00lkidd back in his robloxian form.

"Oh.. My... Stars..." You muttered, before looking to the living room just in time to see your other two cats also turn into full on men...

Suddenly you had a LOT to process...

It took them all explaining it to you and helping you come to terms but you all agreed to just continue on.

You accepted that C00lkidd saw you as another parent, it was even sweet.

You accepted that 007 and 1x- even through their differences- both cared for you and were ready to help if you were ready to let them keep their comfortable lifestyles.

All was well... Wasn't it...?

I definitely wanna make this a series now- oh god-

You can tell how much I enjoyed writing this-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[honeydazai]

ok ok but hubby Fyodor gave me an idea, he’s figured out i get worried when his anemia gets bad so i fuss over him

imagine like,,, him using that against u. like if he’s losing an argument, or he just wants attention, he fakes sickness to get u to drop everything ur doing and come to his aid, u immediately feel bad so he uses that to manipulate u

feat.: Fyodor / reader

content: husband Fyodor, some manipulation but it's cute, Fyodor pretending to be a pathetic meow meow, fluff, sick fic

Fyodor is fragile, that much you're aware of.

Despite his quick mind, so sharp you reckon it could cut diamond, and his powerful ability, his physical body is still frail. His skin is pale, most likely since he spends too much time inside, hunched over in front of his many PC screens, providing him with no light other than the gloom of LED monitors, thin fingers tip-tapping away on the keyboard. His undereye circles are dark enough for you to seriously worry about his health, and the many blue veins visible on thin eyelids only make him appear more sickly.

The anemia doesn't help, either; thin lips occasionally turn whiteish the longer he insists he's going to take his iron supplements once he's done with work — when is he, ever? — and his nails, kept short not only for the sake of being able to play the cello, but also since he continued biting at them, are coloured blue so often you have almost forgotten what they usually look like.

Fyodor, despite being an internationally wanted terrorist, is fragile, and that's exactly why you're unable to stop the way your chest suddenly aches with concern when he goes quiet mid-argument, gaze unfocused, glassy, as he sits down on the bed.

This really isn't the time to worry about him, especially since, just a few moments ago, you were snarling at him, obviously angered for a reason that seems entirely unimportant right now — and yet you can't help it either, your concern an emotion that blooms in your chest so very naturally, given just how much he means to you.

“Are you alright?” The words leave your mouth before you know it; your brows furrowing as you kneel down next to him, one hand on his thin upper arm. Even through the fabric of his shirt, his skin is cold. “Do you need anything?”

“I'm quite alright, dear. I would hate to bother you, especially when you still seem to harbour disdain for me.”

Even his voice sounds frail. Guilt gnaws at your every bone.

“That's not—”, you protest, a feeble attempt, though you're quick to swallow the urge to start another argument down the moment he rests his head against the wall, eyes fluttering shut, ebony lashes against snow pale skin. “I don't 'harbour disdain' . I didn't even want to fight with you, it just — happened, but that's not important now. Let me help. Did you take your meds today?”

“Not yet, I'm afraid”, Fyodor says softly, and you're up on your feet almost immediately, making your way towards the kitchen to snag the offending pills, as well as a glass of water.

“You know you're supposed to take them daily with lunch.”

“That is merely to avoid forgetting them, to build a habit. The presence or absence of sustenance has no actual effect on them.”

Your eyes narrow. Fyodor allows a tired chuckle to leave his lips.

“Alright. I will try to take them regularly — for you, dear.”

Where, just a few minutes ago, you felt the urge to slap him with wrath — not that you ever would, not that you'd dare to, but the desire certainly is there whenever he acts all high and mighty, all-knowing, even around you —, your chest now tingles with warmth, with fondness. With love.

“Thank you. Are you feeling better already?” That's to be doubted, especially since he only took the pills a moment ago. Still— “Do you need anything? Maybe something to eat — yes, I bet you haven't eaten anything in a while now, too focused on work. You're impossible. Just lie down and give me a moment, I'll be right back.”

With those words, you vanish into the kitchen, already grabbing some vegetables. A quick soup is going to have to do.

Little do you know that, while you're busy worrying and fussing over him, there's a smile playing over Fyodor's lips ever so often, vanishing the moment you enter the room once more.

You really are too easy — though that's exactly what makes you quite this lovable.

OH. Oh, he would.. he so would... this is the most in character take ever...

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[diogenesprintco]

The long awaited shop is finally live! If you're one of the lovely people who has asked me where they can obtain one of my prints, you can now check out the link in my shop page to see the full details. I'm currently listing a limited selection of prints including the above, which I plan on switching out every few weeks until I have the rest of my available prints editioned and organised.

A brief Q&A under the cut for some info about what I'm able to sell, how editioning works, pricing, and my general shop/studio situation:

Q: Can you sell me [this specific print]? A: Maybe! Sometimes when I've posted a new print, it's just a test print and I don't have a full edition ready to go yet. In some cases, I'm actually unable to sell a particular print - a good example would be my study of the William Morris acanthus pattern block, which is essentially a near copy of that design (yes, I re-carved it myself, but it isn't my original work). Some of the studies I've done of existing works are more 'transformed' by the style/medium and well out of copyright. Fanart tends to be a bit of a grey area. That being said, I'm always happy to respond to your enquiries, and I've accumulated a ridiculous collection of prints that are just waiting to be properly organised, so it's always worth an ask!

Q: What is a print edition? A: This refers to the number of prints made with one block, typically using the same colour ink and on the same size/type of paper. Often, but not necessarily, this will mean the number of prints made in one printing session. In order to comply with the regulations here in France as a printmaker, every print I sell must be numbered as part of a limited edition (among other requirements). As far as I'm aware, that doesn't prevent me from doing another edition in a different colour, or making changes to the block and printing a second version, so sometimes I'll destroy an old block if I haven't used it for years, and sometimes I'll keep it if I might want to do something else with it.

Q: Can you explain your pricing? A: I can try...well, everything in the shop right now is pretty cheaply priced because the prints are all under A4 size and aren't especially complex/detailed/difficult to print. I try to work out the time, cost of materials, complexity/skill of the work, etc. against the number of prints in an edition that I would feasibly be able to sell, but as someone without a large following and not much experience there is a certain randomness to it.

Q: Do you have a physical shop or public studio? Do you have any other social media? A: I don't have a physical shop or any local outlet where you can buy my prints at the moment. My "studio" is a big ikea desk in the corner of the apartment, and that's where my entire printing process takes place from start to finish. I'd like to begin working on a website/portfolio where I can host my shop and do more blog-type posts, and I'm about to start reposting a lot of stuff on bluesky. However, I'm not remotely interested in apps that are heavily algorhythm-based or video-focused or that want me to post "content" 10 times a week and fight for my life for crumbs of "engagement". Yes, I know it's difficult to promote my art when I'm this damn stubborn about actually posting about it anywhere 🙃

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 125 (Flowers, But Everyone's On Edge!)

Conrad landed at the San Myshuno Airport just before dark, where he signed for the bodies of George and June Brindleton. After sending them off in a truck to the morgue in Brindleton Bay, he drove around the city looking for a flower shop.

Really, he was hoping one flower shop in particular was open, and he smiled as he approached The Blooming Room with its lights on.

When the bell dinged to signal his entry, a woman turned around with a smile. "How can I help you?" Her face fell. "Lieutenant Gordon. Are you looking for some flowers?"

He nodded. "Something yellow. Buttercups, if you have them."

"We don't usually put buttercups in our floral arrangements. They're a skin irritant."

He frowned. "Forget the buttercups. Just...yellow."

Melissa Ramsay looked around nervously. "Is that it?"

"You changed your hair."

"Ximena's not the only one who likes to express herself with a bottle of hair dye, I guess. I went back to my natural colour because I'm done hiding."

"I found Rafa," he said. "He's in Sulani."

"Why are you telling me this, Lieutenant? I don't care."

"I don't believe that."

"Do you still care what happens to Ximena?"

"Of course I do. But I hope Ximena ends up behind bars for as long as possible, and I think you still care about Rafa."

She laughed. "I think you don't know me."

"So if I told you how to get in touch with him, you wouldn't even want to check in?"

"Lieutenant Gordon, please!" she begged. "If I check in with him, I'll never want to let him go."

"I don't know if there's anyone else in the world who could bring Ximena down faster than her brother, but he needs to be convinced. I told him I'd try to get him a lawyer and a judge who might offer him a good deal in exchange for turning her in, but he needs a real good reason to do it. I think he still cares about you, too."

She perked up somewhat. "How good a deal?"

"A few years, maybe. If he can help us pin Ximena for the murder of Jimmy Stefano, her price will go up and his sentence could come down. But the judge would need to see he'd be a productive member of society outside the system, and strong relationships with good people can go a long way."

"I don't want you, or anyone else, to get my hopes up, Lieutenant. Or Rafa's."

"I don't want that, either," he insisted. "But the only way we can do this is if we work together to change his mind."

For the first time, Melissa seemed hopeful, and as she sold him a bouquet of carnations and daffodils, Conrad thought he'd changed her mind. But as she wrapped cellophane around the stems, she frowned. "Fifteen simoleons, Lieutenant. Happy Love Day."

He sighed, pulling the notepad and a pen from his pocket to scribble down some information while he paid. "He's not using a phone, but if you call Leila Illes and Oliana Ngata at that number, they'll rent you a villa. Their son, Tane, will be able to show you where Rafa's hiding out. Bring good shoes."

By the time he made it back to Brindleton Bay, Love Day was already over. Heather was distracted, worried over Ash's conversation with Ben, but she accepted the flowers with a smile. "I'm glad you're okay. These are beautiful."

"I'll make it up to you for missing Love Day soon, but Sulani was...an adventure. The chief called an emergency meeting to discuss the Brindletons' murder investigation. We've got to try to plan for what might crack in this town now that he's gone. I need to change and turn around again...but I found Rafa."

Heather's eyes grew wide as she threw on a sweater and he changed clothes. "You found him? Did you bring him in, too? Is that the trouble you ran into?"

"He knocked me out before he realized it was me, but he stayed with me until I came to and apologized. I tried to convince him to come back and help us get a confession out of his sister, but he turned me down."

"So you just left him there? He's a wanted criminal. Does your boss know?"

"Rafa's almost like a little brother to me. He was so young, and Ximena worked all the time."

Heather frowned. "Conrad, you're lying for him."

"I need him to trust me, Heather. I think he's the only person who can bring Ximena down. I'm trying to help him for all our sakes."

"If anyone at the station finds out you're helping him, you could lose your job."

He nodded. "I know that. But I'd risk my job a thousand times for you and the kids, too. And your family."

Heather was annoyed, and she chose this moment to announce she'd booked her long talked-about vacation with Spencer. "Spence and I are going to Selvadorada the first week of spring. She's got a dig booked right after you and Ash finish the treehouse project in Henford, and we thought since Ash will be in the city with the Landgraabs until Easter's over, the timing was sort of perfect for once."

Conrad wavered. "Do you really think going to Selvadorada's the best idea right now? If they're upset we've got one of their own behind bars, I don't want you going to their jungle."

"You don't want me going?" She eyed him incredulously. "Since when are you in charge of me?"

"I don't mean it like that, Heather. It's just the cartel..."

"You said yourself you thought they'd dropped her."

"No, I hope they've dropped her. We haven't brought them in because we don't want them to think we're sniffing around at all."

"Conrad, I'm going. You have your camping trip with Ash and I need a vacation, too. Spencer's practically an expert in Selvadoradian culture and traditions and spends more time down there than you ever have," she argued. "We spent years promising each other Ximena wouldn't control our lives from wherever she was hiding, and she's not about to start now that we know exactly where she is!"

He backed off. Heather rarely got upset and he knew he'd touched a nerve. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm just being paranoid, and I know you and Spencer can take care of yourselves down there. I've got to get to the station, but I love you."

She accepted a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, too. And wait:" She took a deep breath. "I know you just got back, there's a lot on your plate at work, and the treehouse project's just around the corner, but I'm on edge because Ash said he saw Ben and his dog after school yesterday. I don't think he believes they're ghosts, either."

Conrad flinched. "What do you mean, he saw them?" ->

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Gen 1 Start | Gen 1 Summary

NOTE: There's no snow in the flower shop exterior shot because Conrad was in Ciudad Enamorada. He had just randomized in Media Naranja Park to pick up a suspect (unrelated technically, they were innocent of the in-game case so it didn't help his career points and wasn't a story canon pick-up). I haven't explored Ciudad Enamorada enough but I saw the flower shop and thought it was adorable. Suddenly, he needed to get flowers for Heather. And since he needs Melissa's help and she doesn't live in Ciudad Enamorada, voila the flower shop is in San Myshuno (which gets less snow than Brindleton Bay, anyway, and it's almost spring!)

NOTE 2: If Melissa is unrecognizable, that's because I lost the original (the game deleted her before I could save her after she appeared among the potential suspects for a crime Conrad was solving for gameplay that I turned into storyline). I tried to recreate her but it was hard so I played up how she's changed her appearance a bit since last seen. If this was a TV soap, there'd be a random voiceover when she appeared on camera: "The role of Melissa Ramsay will now be played by so-and-so."

WCIF Flower Shop: Since the flower shop in Media Naranja is a rabbit hole, I found this room on the Sims 4 Gallery by plumlala3 called Betty's Flower Shop. I thought the interior was really cute, stuffed with flowers, and felt small enough to somewhat represent the inside of the small shop in the park!

[satansemployee]

Fanbind of "Rebuild your Seawall (brick by brick)" by @deheerkonijn & @roselightfairy

I am so so happy to be able to share with you the complete project, and I really want to thank both Deheer and Roselightfairy for giving me permission to bind their work!

This fanfic has a special place in my heart and I'm happy to be able to give it a proper place on my bookshelf. I think it resonated with me a lot in ways that other depictions of depression never have- it really reflected my experience of depression as the gutting feeling of something that you've never experienced, yet you feel is the right way things should have been, and you never stop longing for it. If you're at all in the mood for some introspective fanfic, I highly reccomend it.

Much more unnecessary details under the cut and how the entire binding experience went, and as always thank you to the @/renegadebindery discord server without whose members I would be doing nothing at all!

Okay so! To say that this book is rounded and backed would be an insult to all bookbinders in the world but there was a sincere try at it, and it didn't really come out, but it did just enough that there's a real noticeable roundness at the spine which I am OBSESSED with. I WILL be trying to do this again with every single one of my future projects.

This project actually originally started as a way to use a ton of scrap materials I had that would have been more noticeable on a bigger project. The textblock was printed on alternating cardstocks because I didn't have enough of a single type left, and many of them are a bit faded because my printer was running out of ink. I actually kind of like the effect, but I wish the title illustration came out more defined and less foggy, since it was already pretty blurred as a file. This is also the first time I put in a bookmark! It looks different in the pictures but it is almost IDENTICAL to the colour of the endpapers, which was a wonderful gift my mum brought home from a trip. I love it in contrast to the more minimalistic cover pattern, even if those blues clearly do not match.

This is also the project with which I discovered the magic and miracles of using wheat paste to adhere the endpapers to your covers instead of glue and oh my god. I was blind this whole time. Wheat paste goes on so smooth and uniform and gives you SOO much wiggle room to adjust things. I am never going back go endpapers with pvc ever again. It does have the side effect of being very moist and it did warp the textblock inside a bit, but that's very much my fault since I keep using cardboard instead of actual press board for my books since press board is so uncommon here. And hey some might say using professional material instead of substituting medical gauze for fraynot might help your book be better but what do I know. I am just an idiot who made the mistake of letting glue dry WAYYYYY to much TWICE on the same project. (Once before rounding; once after making the cover and forgetting cardboard warps when glued. I am very bright).

Making the title graphics was also so rewarding yet so so so difficult. Mostly because I've been overwhelmed by my life so it took me ages to sketch out a design I did like. And when I finally had it, and I asked my aunt to borrow the machine she uses to print on fabric, we had to keep delaying for different reasons that kept coming up. But I'm SO glad to have a proper cover on there. It's difficult to keep being proud and happy of it since it's been so long since I was done with the actual object, but honestly it's really satisfying to have a book with your OWN, personalized cover on it. I'm also very proud of the nautical theme inside- in general I put a lot of care in making the textblock feel coherent.

After this experience I do think I'll order some proper board since I want my next project to come out as good as I possibly can. Though I am still on the ledge about what my next project will actually be. Maybe in the meantime I'll stick to figuring out a logo and name for myself.

And maybe next time I'll remember to take some decent process pics too!

[magerywrites]

magery hello,,!! i hope this isnt too forward but i discovered you via _maiqo on twitter a long while ago and have been absolutely enamored by your works ever since — your writing is an enormous inspiration to me and i sincerely hope that my works can one day match the same level of excellence.

you absolutely dont have to indulge me at all, but is there any advice you can give in terms of writing character studies? :’D if not its totally ok !! and anything works !! i just figured it’s worth a shot haha

Thank you very much! It's always lovely to learn that what I've written has meant something to someone. I appreciate it.

In an attempt to answer your question, I'll talk about how I think about and approach character studies. It may be that much of what I say fails to be useful to you, but I hope to be of some small aid regardless!

To begin, I think the most fundamental element of writing a character study—as a piece of fanfiction, though much of this can be applied without significant difficulty to orginal works—is to have a firm vision of who the character is to you.

This is separate from having a firm vision of who the character "really" is. Nobody can have that—every way we engage with media is coloured by our own values and perspectives, and that bleeds into the way we think about and write characters. This is sometimes a difficult dichotomy to balance against the principle of "they would not fucking say that", but to borrow some old and too-simplified physics, I think it can be useful to consider that a character is in many ways like an electron in an electron cloud. Their precise and perfect characterisation is not something that we can ever truly locate, but we can identify the area of narrative space it is most likely to be in.

The task of the character study, I feel, is to hammer down on the part of that narrative space that you find most compelling. To take the meat of their character and cook it the way you would want it served to you. A character study is not to please anyone else. A character study—or, at least, the kind of character study I write—exists for you to get your feelings out about the character you have been rotating in your brain onto the page. It also exists, of course, so that you can try to show those feelings to other people and hope they feel them too, but you will never succeed in actually capturing those feelings in the first place if you don't allow yourself to write your authentic vision of the character.

They don't have to be your blorbo, or your problematic fave, or your three corners of the OC design triangle, or whatever, but when you write them, for that space and time they do have to be yours. Otherwise, what's the point?

Once you have that vision, you can put them in practically any situation you like and as long as there's something in it for them to bounce off, you're going to be able to tell a story that reveals something about the character. If you look at the "plots" of a selection of my character studies, we have "one guy folds sheets, another guy asks him questions" as a plot, we have "a pair of exes talk across a tabletop after a party", we have "oh LAWD they FAWKING" like four and a half times, we have "retelling the plot of something else" twice, and we even have "two people on a helicopter flight for an hour". It's not really complicated stuff. It doesn't need to be. The character, or characters, just need to be in a situation where they're going to have some reason to think about, and maybe even talk about, whatever conflict or idea or relationship you find most compelling about them.

With that said, it should be noted that it's... well, for me, with the way I do things, it's very very difficult to conceive of writing a character study in any situation without a clear and central conflict the character or characters are grappling with. All of my character studies revolve around a problem a character has and how they react to it. And yes, "having a conflict" is, like, the quiddity of a story, the most basic plot diagram there is. But what I'm trying to say here is that even in the story I mentioned where two people sit in a helicopter and talk to each other, the story is intensely focused on the internal struggle one of those characters is having with the choices that led to her sitting in that helicopter and how much they do, or don't, make her like the person she's sitting opposite (both more and less than she knows). And that's the sort of thing that I think is key. The conflict, in my eyes, needs to be philosophically central to the way you view the character and what you want to say about them. It needs to be tightly intertwined into what you find most compelling about them—the thing that you just want to sink your hands into and squeeze, for good or ill. That's how you get to really show the world who they are and why you care about that.

After that, I really think that in a lot of ways it just comes down to the prose. How deeply can you write into your character's head? Are you colouring even your description of the world around them with the way they would see it—or are you taking the opposite path and presenting the character entirely through someone else's eyes, so that you can characterise them through the distance between what the other person thinks about them and how they present themselves? You don't need frame-perfect metaphors or the Inanna-Ishtar LGBTQIA+ sharingan-coloured prose to do that, but you do need to focus on writing in a way that expresses the character.

This does take focus. How much focus depends on how specialised you are into that style of prose, but it is focus nonetheless: you need to think of your sentences, each and every one, as tools to communicate something about your understanding of the character that you want the audience to know. Some of them will inevitably instead become vehicles to reach a point where you can communicate that understanding, but something as simple as what a character notices first when they walk into a room tells you something about them. Lean on that. Lean into that. After all, if you're writing a character study, the writing should study your character.

(Colour this advice with the fact that I am, as you've probably realised from reading my writing, very much a prose-focused writer. I have spent near on fifteen years, since before I even graduated high school, honing my prose for poetry of language and interiority so that I can write in the way I most enjoy reading. That affects what I value in writing, and it affects my opinion on the way people should write. I believe what I am saying is true and good and useful, because I have faith in the way I engage with my art, but my advice does not chart the sole and singular course to the ever-distant utopia.)

To tl;dr myself, my advice for writing character studies fundamentally boils down to to the idea that I think a character study is most potent when it presents a vision of a character that the writer has clearly obsessed over. That they have layered with their thoughts, their perspective, and their heart to the degree that it drips even from their prose. A character study with the confidence to say this is what I think is compelling about this character, and I want you to see it too.

I may not agree with it, I may think "They Would Not Have Fucking Said That", I may even think the writer has just invented an unsustainable interpretation of the character that demonstrates startling reading incomprehension and I can't believe I have to share the same fandom as these people.

But at the same time, I know people have thought and said that about my own works—and I'm still happy that I wrote them.

I have far more respect for someone who's written an entirely committed and deranged interpretation of a character that I think is Flatly Fucking Wrong than I do someone who presents me with the most milquetoast interpretation I can't disagree with. If I choose to read a character study, it's because I want to see you study the character. That's, as the meme goes, why I'm here.

So, really: focus on determining who you think the character is, write them the way you want to see them written, keep your prose tight to who you think the character is (not just "would they say that?" or "would they think that?" but "how would they describe that?" and "what would they see in that?"), and commit to the bit.

(If you've managed to read to the bottom—thank you for entertaining my rambling, and I hope it helped!)

[allgearlit]

Hello ! I wonder if you're new on tumblr. If yes then i'd like to welcome you and i just read your work with starscream and it was super adorable and also heart warming😭❤️

If it's okay i'd like to request a small drabble with g1 Starscream and female human reader first contact au where a fem reader was taking a walk and suddenly finds abandonet jet and decides to take a look and then i'll leave the rest to you <3

OR something a bit more dark with also g1 Starscream and fem human reader where reader is being an unwilling captive and he decides to explore her organic nature ( could be a little non-con/nsfw-ish if that's okay if not then i comepletely understand <3)

You can pick between those two any you like more <3 thanks a lot for reading ans i hope you'll get a warm welcome🥰❤️

Hello! Thank you so much for the ask - I'm not new to tumblr per-say, I started as an art blog and decided to pivot to writing since that's more of my passion anyhow. Though I appreciate the welcome! <3

I love both ideas - I hope you won't mind if I maybe make the latter at a later date (with credit to you for the idea). The first one though; that screams (heh) mini series. I love the BumbleBee movie so much and fantasize about Charlie's scenario with other bots, so I'll make this into it's own little drabble series. I hope that's acceptable! ☆

G1!Starscream x Fem!Human!Reader: The Starscream Movie AU Pt1

I couldn’t tell you the time if I tried. I needed peace, freedom from my thoughts. A walk late in the night was my best solution. Anyone could tell you I haven’t been feeling my best recently, though to pin-point the problem would be an anxiety riddled mess in of itself. I walked down by the nearby lake that always looked so much bigger at night. Perhaps it was the contrast between it’s glistening blue water to the velvety black sky, or the way the stars hit the rippling water, creating a galaxy effect. Regardless, it was one of my few favourite spots in the area.

There was a bench that was almost always vacant, near the centre of the lake, just where the bend dipped over the shore in a gentle fashion. As I approached, something else caught my attention. A ship, or jet? I couldn’t quite tell in the light. It looked like something straight out of the military. I took in a sharp breath as the curiosity bubbled in my throat. I wanted to inspect the craft, anxiety and logic going out the window as I approached. It was a slender build, likely only able to house one person at best. The thought of there potentially being a body in the cockpit made me shudder, but I knew I had to check.

Reaching over with my shaking hand, I rubbed over the golden paneling, to my good fortune, it was empty. However, this lead to a new line of questioning, where had it come from?

I continue inspecting the craft, my hand gliding over the metal nonchalantly as I analyze it like an artifact. Something else catches my eye, a purple symbol - almost like a horned creature. Instinctively, my fingers glide over the etching, mesmerized by its rich colouring and definition. Whatever it meant was unfamiliar to me.

After my thorough inspection of the exterior, a little click and hissing noise arises from the cockpit, opening the sealed space. It was as if I was being invited into whatever this machine was, and I couldn’t help my temptations to peek. Climbing up onto the jet, I shuffled into its cockpit, as quickly as it had opened for me, it slammed shut.

An involuntary yelp escapes my lips as I hear the lock click into place, it was as if the jet was alive. Pressing my palms onto the panel, I whimper as I try to get it to open. A sudden noise fills the air, it sounded like robotic laughter. The noise startled me, and promptly caused me to land flat on my bum in the seat.

“Who’s there?”

Despite attempting to sound confident, my voice comes out as a weak whimper, panicked and unsure. The robotic laughter stops, and a voice comes out instead.

“Stuck on this wretched planet for less than half a cycle, and already an inhabitant has decided to be stupid enough to touch me.”

The voice was snivelly, snarky, and cybernetic. The kind that makes one a pinch uneasy. It filled the air almost too evenly, as if the words were coming from the jet itself. In my moment of logic, I begin trying once more to push the panel up, when the voice mocked me once more.

“Don’t bother, I’m keeping you in here so we can have a little chat.”

Defeated, I let my frame sink into the rather uncomfortable seat. Frustration bubbles within me as I look around the tiny space.

“Alright, let’s talk.” I speak up, my voice hoarse with that anxiety. “What are you?”

A light on the console shines as he prepares to speak, though nothing is obvious or makes any sense to me. Perhaps I was too oblivious to notice it at first.

“The name is Starscream, second in command of the Decepticons. Though, I don’t think your puny little flesh-bag brain can handle all of this info, I’m a Cybertronian.”

Every word that Starscream speaks makes me doubt him, as if the word  Decepticon wasn’t already suspicious enough.

“So, you’re a race of alien jets?”

This prompts a grunt, and I swear if he had eyes they’d be rolling.

“No fleshie. We’re robots who can change our forms. This jet you’re in is my alt-form.”

Before I can even ask, I’m suddenly shuffled inside the cockpit as it literally changes shape with me inside. I roll around like a towel in the washer, when suddenly it finishes with me in the palm of a massive robot's hand. Starscream looks down at me with piercing red orbs. He has a smirk on his face as he looks at me, before proceeding to tousle me in his hand.

“You’re cuter than I thought, I might just keep you.” His voice is the same snarky tone as  before, though now it’s clear that he is far more comfortable with me. I feel my face grow pink at the prospect of becoming his - human pet? I’m not sure what he’d make me, but regardless, I try to refute.

“Now wait a second -”

However, He places his thumb over my lips to promptly silence me, walking to where who knows where until he stands still and look down at me.

“...Where is your home fleshie?”

[luvmailing]

can you write like some cute head cannons for johnathan ohnn w like a short chubby female s/o like i can imagine him w someone like that !! it would be even cuter if they were like a artist or something <3

perfect.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, reader is an artist– specifically a visual artist becuz WOOO u be drawin babey!!! if u meant otherwise i am So Sorry, pre colider johnathan ohnn, terribly, horribly, and awfully sweet and cliche i Cannot Escape Myself 」

「 fem!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn

author's note: FIRST REQ OF THIS ACCOUNT YIPPEE!!! thank u 4 the req anon (´▽`ʃƪ) <3 hoping this is what u want! ALSO!!!! my first time writing specifically for a chubby reader insert so i hope i did ok! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) feedback appreciated if there is any u'd like 2 share :D

▸ short chubby girlf,,, ouuughhwhhe oh my goodness,,, johnathan thinks ur absolutely adorable there is No Doubt About It!!!!!

▸ you are just the loveliest thing he's ever seen– and he'll remind you everyday.

well. okay maybe not completely verbally. there's something about being in love that makes johnathan feel like a lovestruck teenager all over again– all of a sudden, he's stumbling over the half sentences falling out of his lips and getting all red in the face while he tries to verbalize how pretty you are

he'll shut his mouth. eventually.... give him a kiss to shut him up!! it'll work! until he ends up blabbering again cuz he wants another one and gets a bit nervous about that too

▸ okay, but he's not,,, all nerves. he's able to pull himself together to show how much he appreciates you. again, physically affectionate. i feel it in my soul that he is a sucker for physical affection. with you?? it's just amplified.

thinks your height is perfect,, burying your face in his chest while he holds you in his arms? chef's kiss. secretly hoping you don't hear how embarrassingly fast his heart is pounding.

ur chubby too?? that meanz there's more to love!!!! more to embrace!!! there are no downsides to you :]]

this is how he reminds you how perfect you are in his eyes– all through touch. always gentle, always sweet. his favourite thing is when your cheek is pressed up against his chest when you're cuddling and you look up at him. he feels his brain stop every single time, his gaze meeting your pretty eyes.

you murmur a quiet, "i love you" and it takes a moment for him to say it back– not because he doesn't want to, but because it's these moments where he realizes how much he lucked out to have someone like you

▸ ARTIST GIRLF??? even better. johnathan ohnn is a scientist, through and through... but it doesn't mean he can't appreciate art when he sees it!!

"it... it's fine if i look, right?" he asks, his hand hovering over your sketchbook, waiting for your permission.

this was the first time you had ever left your sketchbook face open around him. while you were off doing something else, he had been fighting the temptation to look through it. he did understand art was personal, and he's tryin' not to accidentally overstep anything

"i mean... sure?" you say with a little shrug. "i haven't really gotten to filling it up yet so it's a little bare an–"

you barely get the words out. he's picked it up, flipping through the pages like the secrets of the universe were hidden somewhere in between.

"hey that's pretty cool!" his eyes light up as he admires the things you've created. he'll gush over your work, tryin to talk with artistic terms.

he's out here like, "i like the use of complementary colours!"

"...i only used charcoal for that." HES TRYING. not hard enough tho cuz dawg cmon. /j maybe,,, you could teach him about art?? wink wink nudge nudge >:]

he's about to flip another page– but you place your hand atop his to stop him.

"there's nothing left to see so,, uhh– i'll just take that back now." you say awkwardly. he won't fight you about it. maybe frown a bit about it– maybe some art was more personal thank he thought.

def thinks abt what was on those other pages... there was almost 100% a drawing– he was halfway to flipping the page over, he definitely saw something.

▸ politeness of not crossing boundaries aside, unfortunately he's an idiot (SLASH JAY) and doesn't know the first rule of interacting with an artist.

dreaded from anyone else, usually, but... bearable when it was him requesting it. gives you plenty of time and room to say no.

"you should draw me!" ☝️🤓

this is how you find yourself over at his apartment. he's seated on a chair across from your own, trying to figure out how you want him to pose for this drawing.

"tilt your head towards me– no, wait, not like... hold on–" you stand up, making your way over to him.

"i'm literally doing everything you're telling me to do, i don't know what you want me to d..." he trails off as you gently grasp his chin.

you suppress a giggle, watching eyes widen slightly as a strangled noise coming from his parted lips but no words but certainly no complaints.

with a firm yet soft grip, you position his head slightly and let go with a smile. "perfect. you stay right there."

GOES STILL ASF THE ENTIRE TIME SO HE DOESNT F UP UR DRAWING PROCESS HWDJFHEWUIFH bros hardly breathing

-

"you know," you comment, eyes focused on your sketchbook as your pencil works to draw him, "you've got a really interesting face."

the corners of his lips quirk up into a half-smile, his brow furrowing ever so slightly at your words. "thank you? y'know when you word it like that, it makes it sound like a skillfully veiled insult." johnathan quips. you're making him wonder if being considered "handsome by scientist standards" counts for anything in the eyes of an artist.

it earns a little laugh from you. "not what i meant."

your words immediately flood him with relief. you swear you hear him go "phew." what a dork.

"there's something about all your features," you continue, looking back up at him, "they just fit so perfectly on you. like everything was just meant to be there."

he falls silent for a moment, your words echoing in his mind. he wished he could work with words in the way you did.

"hey. look back up at me." you smile, holding up the paper and turning it for him to see.

"wow..." he reaches out, gently taking it from you. it takes a few moments for him to speak up again. "it's..."

"okay, hopefully?" you chime in, your hands clasped in your lap as you try your best not to anxiously fidget.

"perfect." he replies instead. "you're perfect– i mean, your work is obviously, yeah sure but you,,, you just–"

johnathan holds the paper in one hand, gesturing vaguely to you with the other. you giggle.

"well thank you."

he grins. "it was worth sitting here for like what? a few hours? man, it was hard trying to keep that position."

"johnny?"

"hm?..."

you laugh and he looks,,, confused. he awkwardly chuckles along with you.

"what? what's so funny?" he asks.

"i coulda worked without you posing like that. i've seen your face enough to work without a reference."

he watches as you flip back to the pages of the sketchbook he didn't see.

and it's him. whole pages,,, of drawing of him.

there's a glint of mischief in your eyes. "it was funny seeing you try to hold still for so long though."

▸ he finds something new to love about you every day. sometimes, he'll see all the things you do for him and try to measure up.

no matter what he does– and damn, will he do anything and everything for you– he can't help but feel like he's falling short. just a little.

after all, how do you love someone so perfect?

he certainly hasn't figured out. he could give you all the love in the universe, and he'd still think you still deserve more he's right

the night is quiet. you're on his couch, the shitty romcom you put on just to joke about with him no longer interesting either of you. your eyes are shut as he holds you in his arms, your head resting on his chest. his eyes are filled with adoration, looking at you, being all comfy and adorable in his arms.

johnathan leans down, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead.

"...what was that for?" you mumble sleepily.

"nothing." there's a pause for a moment, as he tries to find the right thing to tell you– the way to phrase what's been on his mind since forever– and just ends up sighing instead. no flowery language could convey it. maybe being straightforward could help.

"you're just... perfect. y'know that?"

— reblogs always appreciated!

[cyandreamzaceattorney]

✧ Lunch hangout ✧

Yesterday I finished a marker drawing I have been working on on and off for a week because I felt like drawing a scene rather than characters posing in some ambiguous space XD.

I ended up drawing Kay, Ema, Franziska and Maya all hanging out because I really love the idea of these four being friends and just going to a takeaway restaurant together even though they're all very different from each other. I had a lot of fun drawing this, not only because I designed a fun takeaway space (cuz most takeaway chain restaurants look like sad generic hipster cafes if they've been updated/built in the last 15 years and I was not going to draw that!) but also because I do like how much story telling I was able to convey in this drawing and, I definitely want to try and draw more story telling art this year!

Only things I dislike about this drawing is Ema's outfit, though I think it's mostly the colours throwing me off because, I was avoiding giving her a green outfit, and also avoiding giving her a pink shirt (cuz Maya's shirt is pink) leading to it's current colour palette... maybe the pants bring brown would've saved it? Idk. Still like the design though (it's inspired by mid 2000s fashion because that definitely influenced her aa4 design imo).

But I really like everything else, with Maya putting chips on her burger being my favourite part. Because it's something I did when I used to enjoy fast food and, I definitely feel like Franziska is snobby enough to judge Maya for doing this XD. I also had a lot of fun designing all the outfits, especially Kay and Maya's because their outfits reference game lore relating to them both :3.

Oh and I drew Kay flat cuz I was talking to an aa fan online, and they hc Kay and non-binary and think Kay would totally enjoy being more aerodynamic post top surgery, and while I'm not sure what gender I personally hc Kay as, I do like the idea of Kay getting top surgery regardless of gender and enjoying being more aerodynamic as it makes being a great thief a lot easier! :D

Anyways I hope you all enjoy this drawing, I most likely won't post more stuff in near future, let alone aa fanart, as I have a big thing happening in my personal life next week (if all goes well!) that will unfortunately mean I'll probably not be able to draw much, if at all, over the following weeks.

Furthermore my aa hyperfixation is kinda going away, I think? Still love the franchise, just not as intensely as I have over the past few months so that may affect how often I feel like doing aa fan works. Hope you all understand :-)

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff!

OC Interaction Tag

Mk's OC: Cassiopeia is the noble head of Sixth Station, the station focused on materials manufacturing. She is a tall, slim woman with long, curly blonde hair and heterochromatic eyes - one blue, one purple. She dresses elegantly, typically in blue and gold (the Sixth Station colours). Cassiopeia is believed to be a well-intentioned, well-mannered woman who is good at station management but fairly harmless. However, contrary to popular belief, she is actually a cruel, clever, and manipulative woman who is extremely power-hungry. Her secret aspiration is to bring all the Seven Stations under her command as queen. Cassiopeia is a highly skilled manipulator capable of wrapping almost anyone around her finger. She isn’t a fighter - she has no issue with physical violence, but tends to do it to those who can’t fight back, in order to reduce the risk to herself - but rarely is pushed into a situation where fighting is necessary. Her dirty secret is that she farms her clones, and those of her brother, for magic, brutally killing them in the process.

My OC: Mashal Darezsho is a towering robot man with bronze plating, a human looking face, and baggy clothes. He is incredibly strong and fights with a sword. As a person, he's kind and honorable, even knightly, and enjoys nothing more than helping people in need. He loves listening to folk talk and takes pleasure in the simple beauty of the world, translating this to sketch art. He is quite orderly. His main issue is that he has a strong sense of right and wrong, but he also extends his morality to others, making choices for them whether they asked for it or not. In addition, he tends to be rather naive due to his inclination towards seeing the best in people. Sometimes, this works out and he helps people to become a better version of themselves. Other times, not so much. However, beneath all this is a hidden violent streak. Mashal doesn't remember his past. He doesn't remember how he came to be broken on the side of the road. All he knows is that there is someone out there he must kill, and that anything magic-adjacent causes something deep within him to freeze with horror and rage. He tries not to give in to this dark current, to remain honorable and helpful, but every so often, he slips up.

How they'd interact: Mashal isn't the most discerning man. He tends to trust anyone who shows him kindness and is generally inclined to be helpful. If Cassiopeia picks up on this, as a clever woman might, she would probably be able to wrap him around her finger. She would be able to convince him that the squabbles of the other stations put the people in danger and that she would be able to bring order and safety to the stations by her rule. Mashal is one hell of an asset if you can keep him on your side, so I feel like Cassiopeia would use him as a bodyguard and intimidation factor. He's very scary looking, even if it's all sunshine and flowers in his brain. However, the catch to all of this is if he ever figures out the truth of Cassiopeia's dealings. If Mashal learns she's been killing clones for their magic, he's going to try to kill her, full stop. If she ever let's slip how she treats Stellaris, he's going to try to help that man as best he can. Cassiopeia might be able to keep him manipulated enough to serve her willingly, but if she ever falters, she's going to have an enemy that's gonna put a new meaning to hellbent and maybe a mass clone escape on her hands.

I hope you like this one, I enjoyed writing it! I'll tag @halfbakedspuds @kaylinalexanderbooks @tildeathiwillwrite @roach-pizza @modulewriters and anyone else who wants to play :)

[azimuthalcoquelicot]

hey i just noticed you're doing flappy dragons every day??? awesome??? and i don't play it a lot so idk if it's in the games order but if it isn't, how do you pick the order? (love the art btw :3)

thankyou! As for how I pick the order,

I don't.

I find it hard to draw something when it's too planned out. There are a few ways I go about it.

Certain events or special days i usually have a dragon planned e.g. Noelyx for Christmas, Huooo for new years eve

I have a few ideas, like i wanted to do a mandela drawing and i thought a plant dragon would be good for that since mandalas often have plant patterns, and one day i went 'todays the day i make a mandela colour in thingy' and picked Sylvetrose for it right before i started drawing.

For Wokura I drew the background first not really thinking about the flappy challenge and just wanting to do practise on perspective, and then somewhere during the drawing went 'i could add a flappy dragon to this' and then picked Wokura because I was having a lot of fun playing as it at the time.

For Memphara and X-M3T30R I saw the 'i didn't know they were stackable!?' leopard meme and then chose cat-like dragons to draw over the top

Most of the time I open up a blank page in clip studio and then I open a canvas which has about 18 references from the wiki on it (after I've drawn a few of them and the amount of dragons i haven't drawn gets smaller I'll replenish it and grab more mostly at random) and just pick a dragon that i feel like drawing in the moment.

Or I'll have a focus of something i want to practise, backgrounds, anatomy, lines, lighting, colours; Or a style i want to try to replicate aspects of and then pick a dragon for that.

The canvas of references makes it easy because i don't have to connect my laptop to the wifi and google the reference, or reference from my phone with the game open if I want to draw at 11pm on a Wednesday, I can just copy the layer with the reference over to the blank canvas and start.

I'm thinking about recording a speed paint soon that'll include my whole process

This whole challenge started because i was recording speed paints as background footage for a video essay i was going to do on the game, and the variety and flexibility of the term 'dragon' in general (which I'll still probably make) and then ran out of space on my computer from the recordings and had to delete them :,) I was just left with the images, and my impulsiveity, so i started the challenge.

Xian Xi (day 8) was the first dragon I actually drew FOR the challenge. I was supposed to be doing YouTube and not Tumblr, but my living situation has changed quite recently and I wouldn't've been able to do YouTube anyways, so it worked out ig. (I'm ok now btw)

I am worried when I get closer to the end of this that I'll struggle to get the inspiration to draw when I only have a few dragons left to draw butttt I'll cross that bridge when i come to it.

Thanks for asking!

i only kinda proof read this, so there are probably lots of bad grammar, spelling mistakes etc. so thanks for reading my maybe somewhat hard to read babbling

[just-kit-ink]

I promise I'll answer your asks as soon as I can, but I offer a fashion ask for the Dragon AU.

Fleur, as one can imagine, wore royal clothes when she was abducted. And as the days went by, her dress (the only one she had might I add. It's not like Smartaz took some clothes for her 😅) became more dirty and torn. I can imagine her wearing this kind of dress, with the long flowing sleeves and skirt- that would be very inconvenient to wear in a jagged, nearly destroyed castle 😅 I think maybe the dress could be ivory like the first image. But I Associate Ben with blue, so maybe she would wear blue to point to her binding to him?

But, after she becomes an official member of the Dragon family, or just when Smartaz starts to care about her more and even brings her back things from raides- regardless if she asked or not- thats when Fleur gains a new wardrobe. She exchanges the royal garb for something more simple, now. Like what Aurora wore in Sleeping Beauty. I can see it being mainly white or ivory, now. To signify Fleur's independence from her husband now and gaining her own color.

However, I've also been thinking about the room that Smartaz gives her possibly being an old bedroom. With a wardrobe with dusty clothes that she could wear. And since this is a ccastle, they could be clothes of the former queen or princess too. So maybe Fleur would still wear high-class clothes. Before Smartaz brought her clothes and she had nothing else to wear other than her old dress, or maybe even when her current wardrobe needs washing. What do you think?

Now, Katherine! We need to talk about her in this AU more. She's your character so I can't say for certain what she'd wear, but I can see her in these dresses (except maybe the shoulders aren't exposed in the second picture)! More simple/lower class than Poppy's old dress, but it allows Katherine more movement. And besides, it's just perfect for an adventurous fantasy heroine ^^

//Ooooh you have her colour scheme and style down so well!

I love your use of colour symbolism for Fleur's dresses she goes from a rich blue (having rank) to a white/ivory (having no ties to anyone) it's really clever!

It's funny I've actually been drawing Kitty in medieval clothing recently!

Personally I see Kitty in mostly peasant dresses of the time that she's able to work/do leisure in. When the dragons capture her they probably get singed or torn at the corners. I can only imagine Poppy being picked up like a ragdoll by dragon teeth 😆

Katherine grew up in the court and didn't have to want for much but I can see her wearing clothes that keep a low profile when she's out so she isn't followed or bothered. She also keeps a dagger for protection but doesn't want to have to use it. She would wear these clothes at the start of the story, then offhand make a comment that she doesn't wear much finery and then after they grow closer the dragons steal a dress for her on one of their raids.

It's either wine red, deep purple or ocean blue. Something that brings out Katherine's hair and eyes and matches her personality. Needless to say as an aspiring scholar who's trying to prove herself just as good as any high class lady, she's less than pleased with the thievary...but the gowns are gorgeous and it was thoughtful of them. Besides, she's no stranger to foraging for food when out of the grounds of the house, this is their strange way of doing the same.

I can also see her wearing styles similar to Princess Eilonwy from The Black Cauldron or Princess Merida from Brave. Sonething nice, but free for movement which allows her to run if needed.

Also, towards the end of her arc when she needs to fight the dark sorcerer I can see her wearing armour like this.

[blueberry-obsessed]

Thanks for the tag @foggieststars 💙

Do you make your bed? On most days, yeah. On days when I'm just not feeling it, it's more of a mess, but I try to make it a little presentable for my sanity.

Favourite number? 14

What's your job? When I'm not crying over uni work, I work at a cafe

If you could go back to school, would you? University: I'm still here so. Secondary school: absolutely not

Can you parallel park? I used to be able to, but I haven't driven in a while, so no

Do you think aliens are real? The universe is huge and we've only seen a small part of it. There's definitely some other living creature out there. Maybe not exactly green weird looking aliens, but probably something.

Can you drive a manual car? Yes I can!

Guilty pleasure? Old horror and romance movies

Tattoos? Nope

Favourite colour? Any shade of blue ever

Favourite type of music? I'll listen to any song with good lyrics and a nice beat. Spotify says that it's mainly been pop and garage rock

Do you like puzzles? Yeah, but I need someone to make them with me otherwise I'll lose motivation halfway through

Favourite childhood sport? I was not a sporty kid. The only sport I played was tennis with my dad and I'm decent at it!

Do you talk to yourself? I will give myself and the ghosts in my room full commentary while reading

Tea or coffee? I love both! It's usually chai in the morning, coffee while at work, and RedBull at nights if I need to stay awake

First thing you wanted to be when growing up? A haematologist, like my dad

What movies do you adore? Any horror movie because it can go one of two ways. Either the characters are so terribly stupid that I can laugh at them and treat the movie like a comedy, or it's actually well-made and I can scare the shit out of my roommate while watching. Besides that I was a big Dune fan when I was younger, so I love the movies. Anything by Luca Guadagnino and any Spiderman movie ever.

No pressure tags: @marieshyperf1xations @saviour-of-lord @wht-am-i-doin and anyone else that wants to join!

[42donotpanic]

Once again asking, because all of these are really interesting, and i loved your fics! I'm really interested in 'Blind Hawkeye and Deaf Daredevil' 👀

Okay, I can't say too much about that one, because it's part of something else.

But it's pretty much what it says on the tin.

This is a universe something between Comic and MCU canon, Matt and Clint are Vigilantes and work with each other and the other Heroes.

They know each others identities, Matt knows Clint is Deaf and Clint knows Matt's blind. Everything pretty standard until there.

But that's where I'll just let two snippets speak for themselves:

Matt's POV:

When Matt woke up and opened his eyes, the morning sun was shining right into his face and blinding him. He squeezed his eyes shut again and threw an arm over his face with a groan. He lay motionless, cursing the morning light, before noticing something was wrong. It took him a moment to realise that he was not supposed to be able to even see the light, much less his bedroom or the city outside. Slowly, he pulled his arm away and gave himself a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of light shimmering through his closed eyelids. After a few seconds, he turned away from the window before he dared to open his eyes again. When he did, his brain couldn’t quite translate the new signals yet, and everything just looked like blotches of light and dark and different colours. Matt blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes used to the brightness and focus on his surroundings. Very slowly, things started to make more sense. Blotches turned into shapes, and shadows turned into depth. After a while, Matt was able to recognise his surroundings, even though everything was still a little blurry. Still distracted Matt decided to get up and make some coffee to try to fully wake up before he called anyone. Maybe everything would make a little more sense then. He sat up in bed, pushed the covers off him, and swung his legs out of the bed with a soft thump when his feet hit the ground. Except there was no thump.

Clint's POV:

On the other side of the East River, in Bed-Stuy, a car horn pulled Clint from deep sleep. He jumped internally and opened his eyes at once. When he was greeted with pure darkness instead of the familiar sight of his bedroom ceiling, he started to panic. The car outside honked again, and a few seconds later, people started to shout. Overwhelmed by the noise, Clint grabbed at his ears and tried to rip his hearing aids out. The panic threatened to suffocate him again when he found nothing. The blonde turned and tried to drown out the sounds with his pillow, but it only muffled them and added the rustling of fabric and filling to the mix. Clint began to hyperventilate as memories of the circus, of fights that were loud enough for him to hear even without aids, and of people yelling at him for not understanding them combined with the strange mix of auditory overload and a complete lack of visual signals.  Quickly, he spiralled.

From there, a lot of questions have to be answered and problems to be solved and Clint and Matt both have to face a whole new challenge.

But like I said, I don't want to give away too much just yet.

Thank you so much for asking again (and feel free to ask for as many more as you like)

[morningstar-chronicles]

Hi, Maddie! I hope you're having a lovely day! Thank you for conducting free readings. I'd like to request for one, please.

Question: What will my future husband find funny/entertaining about my personality?

Your work, time, and efforts are highly appreciated! Please be well and safe.

- Maryel 🌼

hello friend! please excuse the amount of time this took 💀. here is your spread:

while shuffling i picked up on a cooler colour palette in terms of energies (light blue, indigo, spring green, lavender) which indicates ??

also my phone would NOT stop going off during this reading to the point where i had to put it elsewhere so it would stop distracting me so do with that information what you will. also the cards spilled everywhere so someone has a lot to say here.

getting the distinct feeling that i should start with the oracle cards (which you got a million of, by the way) for this reading, so i guess i'll do that??

NOTE: i'm not gonna lie to you, i asked the cards the wrongass question, but i really don't want to reshuffle 💀. i asked what your future partner would find attractive/endearing about your personality, or what they appreciate about you. so, while not quite the question you asked, i hope you enjoy the reading nonetheless.

queen of hearts - heart-minded, benevolence, warning. i'm getting that you're a very empathetic person and that this person is really receptive and appreciative of the way you're able to look after them.

selfhood - farsightedness, transmutation, expansion. wow okay maryel slay! you're also able to prepare for any outcome, and your future work/academic life is thriving. you're a very street-smart person, and you handle situations elegantly and swiftly.

the jewel in the lotus - release, abundance, balance. you're very attentive with a good work-life balance. you're kind of slaying honestly?? you've got your shit HANDLED.

the saviour - trust, protection, self-sufficiency. they admire that you're a very independent person and that you can handle yourself. to be so completely honest with you, you don't need this person to thrive. but they seem very grateful that you let them stick around anyways.

the shapeshifter - perspective, challenge, medicine. represents a dualistic nature, or adaptability. the phrase "as above, so below" appears in the tarot book for this card, which i only mention -not because it's a bible quote- but because it reminds me of the welcome home ARG. in the most backwards way possible, i think spirit is trying to tell me that you feel like home to this person. or maybe you just enjoy ARGs, who knows. i did mention that you were an intellectual

two of swords (reversed) - indecision, avoidance, blocked emotion. i got kind of a sad vibe here aw :( okay, the way i interpreted this card in this context was that this person does think you can be a bit avoidant when it comes to love sometimes, but they're happy to have something they can help you with. to this person, you just seem so perfect and out of their league that they almost need you to have some kind of reason to need them. they seem really scared that one day you won't want them, and you'll up and leave.

MY PHONE WILL NOT STOP DINGING I CAN HEAR IT ACROSS THE ROOM. this is a sign. this person is singing you nothing but praises i swear. they have a million things to say and they will not let me get a word in edgewise.

seven of pentacles (reversed) - delayed success, slowing down, feeling unmotivated. in conjunction with the three of wands (which is down a couple paragraphs) i'm thinking that maybe this person thinks the only downside about you is how long they have to wait before they get to be with you. the seven of pentacles in reverse implies all good things, but that they come a lot later than originally anticipated, which makes me think that maybe this connection is still a while off.

two of pentacles - juggling, disorganization, feeling scattered. i'm seeing that though most people might find messiness or disorganization to be a negative quality your person thinks this aspect of you is very endearing and cute aw <3

death (reversed) - resistance, being stuck, bad habits. in conjunction with the last card i'm getting that this person wants you to know that your flaws are loved too <3. this person loves you wholly, both good and bad.

three of wands - peace, waiting period, vision. i'm hearing "you were worth the wait" so maybe you meet this person later in life, or you don't start dating them until later or life, or maybe there's even some kind of reason that you don't get married until later in life, but this person truly loves you and believes that everything leading up to these moments is worth it in the end.

NOT PICTURED: i found the emperor card on my floor several days after i first drew for this reading while i was interpreting. at first i thought it wasn't connected to this reading at all, but my cousin (also a tarot witch) pointed out that it likely had to do with my last reading so i'm taking it.

the emperor - structure, authority, discipline. you're definitely in charge in this relationship. that's where i think i'm going to leave that.