#more art soon (tm)

[ghost-rainn]

Why can't I quit yew?

[werewhiskey]

chibi DE doodles, part 1

(part 2 here)

[koilarist]

I don't really need your help to put me through hell, I'll do it myself.

[themissingnumbers]

I know your stories don't seem to revolve around Gold/Ethan and / or Blake, but I'm wondering what they would look like in one of those ref sheets you make. Would we have a sorta timeline for them? Or how you believe they end up dying? Your art is incredible, and remember to take breaks!

-Choccy Anon

((Don't assume so fast dear friend. Considering that I managed to pump out a timeline and a ref up to the lineart for one of the other relevant guys i got, I'm sure I'll be cooking up stuff for that rotting corpse real soon!

The way Gold had died has actually been implied in a handful of canon asks before, Hmm. I wonder what that easter egg was called. smthn smthn mount whatza

But, despite not having much to show for it right now, there is a significant amount of different (cough and similar if not same) characters important to missing numbers, justttt not a lot of them have been found out properly just yet. but im sure once canon story asks start up again all will be revealed in due time.

but trust me, youll prolly be getting that poor boys reference(s)(((who knows maybe ill go crazy w/ it))) soon, probably with a few handful of others

oh yeah i also wanna say i like your little anon nickname choccy))

[verflares]

i think the huge uptick of visibility from the Drawing That Broke Containment has finally died down so i think i can enable anon again 👍

[nikawiy]

i've had words i was told on repeat on my mind abt how someone likes i write side characters just giving me giddy feelings. i've been seriously struggling mentally bc my health has been getting worse as well as i mask that it's not that bad and just . . . happy

[chaoticspacefam]

@vihola tagged me to make some OCs in >this< picrew so ofc I jumped on the opportunity!

Tagging (if you want to, up to you & no pressure if not!) @rainofaugustsith @mercurypilgrim @tearlessrain @darth-bagel @outcastcommander @messes-of-men and anyone else who wants to do this one! <3

Have one Saarai because, of course, she is my favourite hahah Also a Maiite!! because this one has vitiligo!! (honestly it has so many options, props to the OP of the picrew! <3) Maite’s a little more red than she should be (she’s more orange-y red really) and ideally her hair would have a more reddish undertone too buuuut everything else was lovely to be able to find options for her in a picrew for once! :D I gave Rai a cocktail and a nice jungle bg because honestly ya girl needs a vacation to a planet that has a nice jungle to remind her of home, she’s EARNED it lmao I had to think a bit for what to put Maite in bc I didn’t really want to cover up all her vitiligo but also I didn’t want them to be dressed exactly the same lmao then I remembered that IRP she likes to steal her husband’s work button-ups and wear them as sleep shirts when he’s done with them so I went for that and some cute shorts & sandals :3

[omensoutpost]

Fukkit, new bog ʕ⌐■ᴥ■ʔ

[bougiebutchbinch]

hiiii your art gives me life it sustains me permanently. Thinking about a Logan that goes into ruts, and Wade has learned to keep a shit ton of Gatorade and towels by the bed when that time of the month (tm) is coming up cuz Logan just rails him into the bed for a week :3

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo :howls at the moon:

It's brutal. It's animalistic. It would've killed literally anyone else.

We're talking a full no-refraction-period, healing-factor-fuelled, feral fuckfest. A 168-hour marathon. Face down ass up. Wolvie's teeth are BURIED in Wade's neck. His jaws barely ever relinquish their grip, because the bite mark heals as soon as Logan's teeth withdraw from Wade's bloody, tattered flesh - and Logan can't have that. He CAN'T. He needs his mark on Wade. Needs his smell all over him. Needs Wade's slick, hot hole clenching tight on his knot...

So, uh, Wade gets pinned to a progressively-more-tattered-and-bloodstained-mattress for a week while Logan fucks all those crazy rut-hormones out of his system.

Occasionally, when Logan nods off, Wade gets to sneak away and shower or whatnot. But sometimes Logan's not QUITE as out of it as Wade thought. In those moments, his teeth dig in and his grip tightens, and he growls around Wade's nape like Wade's a piece of meat and Logan is scaring off another predator...

the first time that happened Wade found it hilarious (and very, very horny-inducing)

.....but graaaadually

..........as the days bleed past and Logan's rut peaks in intensity

.............Wade's gets lost in this strange, dreamy, delicious, pleasure-pain haze. So, when Logan snarls and digs in his teeth, he just goes limp and spreads his legs on instinct... tamed and trained for him.......... a warm bloom of contentment filling his stomach as Logan slips back inside with a grunt, where he belongs. Fucking his seed back into Wade like he wants him bred.

He even makes this pleased animalistic sound. Like he's proud of Wade for presenting for him, for being a good little Omega, for doing a good job....

Anyway Wade gets to drift off happily into subspace for a couple days at the end. He loooooves falling out of his head and just existing, as a trio of fun holes for Wolvie to fuck (and sometimes. more than three holes. if Logan's feeling ESPECIALLY kinky and the claws come out)

And Logan is FULLY in feral headspace ofc. He's never been able to Let Go with anyone, quite as far as he has with Wade!

But gradually, over the passing days, as Wade sinks deeper into that trance-like submissive prey-state... Logan moves away from the violent animalistic fervor that initially drove him. He nuzzles Wade instead of biting him. Licking him, caring for him in a way that just makes Wade's brain even fuzzier.

In the aftermath, they're sitting 5 feet apart on either side of the UTTERLY ruined mattress, dehydrated beyond all belief (Wade severely underestimated the amount of gatorade they'd need). Staring into the middle distance like soldiers fresh off the battlefield.

"So," Wade ventures into the silence, scratching at a dry bit of wolvispunk that's leaked out down his inner thigh. "Uh. Same time next month?"

messy writing because I'm half asleep, please forgive me kdsflhglkfds

[wistfulenchantress]

"they've been building up wills feelings for mike since season one"

meanwhile mikes been here fighting to search for will, abandoning all his friends when he thinks they've lost will and instead just sitting and looking through will's art, clinging to any idea of will being alive, refusing to sleep in the hospital waiting room, putting his head on wills chest, checking in with will, prioritizing will, comforting will, holding wills hand, noticing changes in wills behavior that nobody else does, stressing about it, sleeping over at wills house because will might be sick, going to the hospital with will, never leaving his side or trying to go anywhere despite the adults not comforting him, suffering through wills pain even though he knows it is what needs to be done, reaching for will even though he can't carry him, clinging to an unconscious will in terror, telling will that becoming his friend is the best thing he ever did and meaning it, telling will stories, jealous of the girl will is dancing with, apologizing to will as soon as he sees he's upset him including biking in a rainstorm and then running out to the voice, staring at wills lips constantly, grinning ear to ear when will says he won't join another party, hugging will goodbye in the saddest way fucking possible, staring back at wills house, crying about losing will, trying to call will but getting a busy signal, hearing through el's letters that will has moved on, thinking he's lost will, embarrassed about touching will in front of his girlfriend, aggressively pretending he doesn't care who that fucking painting is for, monitoring exactly how will is behaving on their day out without pushing to hard, being jealous of angela because he thinks will likes her, pouting when will doesn't laugh at his bad joke, shutting the door when he talks to will so they aren't interrupted, easily apologizing to will, checking out wills butt that one time, opening up with will, feeling like his relationship is different with will than with his other friends, making a point of correcting things that will has pointed out in arguments, blushing, being honest with will but also uncomfortable about the discussion of romance, taking what will says seriously, the triple take TM, more lip glancing, opening up to will again, being in love with the painting, looking subtly disappointed when will says it was commissioned, staring at will like he is seeing him for the first time, only truly smiling at will when will isn't looking, only confessing he loves el when will pushes him to because he thinks that is what will wants, comforting will again, gripping will like he could be faked at any moment, standing next to will constantly, and a bunch more stuff

i have receipts if need be, and also a ton more examples

[ihopesocomic]

After rolling my eyes at Nothing falling for Hover after five seconds, I appreciate that Hope and Storm are taking their relationship slow and getting to know each other first. It was a long time that they were separated, after all. It also makes me feel they both care for each other in the platonic sense that they did when they were children too and makes their relationship feel more organic and also allows Adamant to be less of a third wheel. Just great work on these character dynamics!

Thank you so much, anon, and yep, that always bothered me too. They only knew each other a solid two minutes and Nothing is suddenly deciding Hover is "the one(tm)"? Nothing, c'mon now. You don't know about anything about this chick and what you do know about her is ableist and obnoxious.

Which soon escalates to her being abusive and selfish in a few episodes oof

And that's just the thing. If you take away the fact that the show was obviously rushing them together in a bid to score the ship art and the 'squeee gay rep!' comments, it's blatantly obvious Nothing forms an attachment to Hover because she's only marginally less terrible than her family. If one were to look at things in a therapeutic sense, Nothing just comes across as emotionally vulnerable and needy. Combine this with how Hover also develops: it's not a good look, chief.

If this has been a cishet couple, people would've been way less smitten with the idea of a full blown relationship being developed in less than a single episode. I saw somebody say somewhere that Hover was able to get away with being the character she was simply because she wasn't a guy and I agree with that observation.

I'm pleased with the way we've handled Hope and Storm in comparison because not only was Hope exposed to a brief but vital moment of friendship and respect as a child (when she certainly needed it) but it allowed us to develop things more organically outside of just having them being this gay couple circus attraction to try and sell the comic on.

We just wanted them to be like any other couple that appreciates and listens to each other, so that means having them work out each other's likes/dislikes and limitations and needs without just sticking them together for plot convenience or clout. c: - RJ

[canmom]

inadequate definitions of a computer game

I'm a game dev! So I make these things called computer games. But what is it that I'm making exactly?

One simple answer is that a computer game is a string of data. That is, after all, what Steam sends you when you buy a game. The data consists of instructions, art assets, text strings, metadata etc which can be 'executed' by a suitable computer to play that game. And if you copy that data without paying the right person you're a criminal doing a crime etc etc.

But is that data the game? It can't be, because you can have completely different data that is still 'the game'. A Windows build and a Linux build of a game are probably no more similar than any two random binary strings. If you know what you're looking for you could correlate them piece by piece - that string of data represents that texture, which is present in both - but only if you know, and you decompress the data the right way etc etc. But they're the same game, because they do the same thing when you run them.

So it seems a computer game is defined by what it does rather than how it's represented on the computer. This isn't a unique property of computer games - consider how many ways you can encode a movie for example.

But which of the things it does define a given game? Computer games have a remarkable number of pieces to them, and as you soon find out when you're making one, they can all be swapped out pretty freely.

For example, a game's music is often a pretty integral part of 'the experience'. But you can easily mod a game to have different music. We don't usually consider such a modded game to be a different game entirely. Well, it's a matter of degree, it's not absolute... swap out a game's music and it's still the same game. Replace all the models, levels, etc etc as in a 'total conversion' mod and it is a 'new game'. Where we draw the line is ultimately arbitrary...

But this is pretty remarkable, I think. Most artworks in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction(TM) have a pretty fixed form. A movie is a sequence of images and sounds arranged in time, a novel is a specific string of characters. Computer games, though, are flexible things.

A computer game is assembled from lots of little elements. Each of them on their own might be more or less specific, but it's how they're put in relation to each other that gives a game its identity. You glue together these elements in the mind of the audience: play the song City Ruins (Rays of Light) and if you've played the game, it will likely conjure the image of 2B's dress, the feeling dodging the machine lifeforms, the story about the androids and their existential tragedy, all unified in this thing we call "NieR Automata". In another universe, we could imagine that some other elements were tied together in this way - another game that happened to compose the 'same song' with a different aesthetic or mechanics. But the game is beloved because all these things are considered consonant.

Computer games share this in common with film, comics, etc etc. - they're all combinations of other art forms. But computer games have this extra thing that's more or less unique to the medium, the element of direct interaction with some kind of mutable 'state' inside the computer.

At a lower level of abstraction, when you interact with a computer game, data is sent from a controller (keyboard etc) to be read by the game, which modifies some stored state in computer memory; another part of the program 'reads' that state and displays pixels on the screen. Which means there is this separation between the presentational aspect and the 'mechanics'. You look the screen and see a human running but I, the game developer, can 'know' that what's 'really' going on is that a capsule collider is moving across a plane, and we change the position and rotation value based on your input. Then, to 'draw it', another variable holds animation state, and we're sampling the animation data, and doing some IK, and deforming vertices on the GPU, and pumping it through a fragment shader and so on... but all of that graphics stuff could be swapped out and the game would still 'play the same' in the sense that the same inputs would change the game state in the same way with the 'same outcome'. There are even some games, like NetHack and Dwarf Fortress, which support many different 'frontends' which look quite different.

But which is more 'real'? We can't see the game state. We might say that given this game state we update this enum to the value we consider to mean a player has won (let's say... 0b00000010), but the only way that the player knows they've won it is if we display a corresponding message on the screen. That's the only reason we care, as well. The presentation is absolutely integral. All that internal state is just there to make sure that 'you won' and whatever other information is displayed on the screen at the right time to maintain the illusion that 'there is a game' which we're working so hard to convey.

And the state of the program is not exactly what we're trying to convey. The player is not imagining floating point values changing, let alone cpu instructions changing a binary field, or voltages in silicon; they're imagining an object in a location. 'A character jumping.' We are trying to make sure that fantasy is believable. Every layer has to work together to make this happen. Ultimately what we're creating is a rectangle of flickering lights but if we do our job well enough, and it's approached with a willingness to suspend disbelief, it will come across as something like a place inhabited by something like people...

So a game isn't any particular element of its aesthetic presentation, and it isn't the way its data changes in response to interaction. It's some kind of gestalt created from the two, only when a human interacts with the whole system, which allows them to conjure a fantasy in large part designed by another human - and have this external thing reinforce it and make it feel concrete. That's what it's my job to create. What a marvellously abstract entity...

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Sweet Like Honeysuckles, Bloody Like Venison

So I have not written something for the past two weeks because I have been in a bad mood (tm) because of the weather changing. I admit, it's hard to stay on top of things. However, I can't stop myself from writing more cannibal king!König. I love him so much. I also like reader more and more as they accept the lifestyle of the cannibal colony. They're actually pretty sick, you know.

TWs: mentions of cannibalism, nudity

Wordcount: 3.2k

Art from This Post

Story Below the Cut

Sweet Like Honeysuckles, Bloody Like Venison

A deer passed through the clearing ahead of you. Her head was held high up to admire the sunlight filtering through the coniferous trees with a regality that betrayed her splendor. Her tan coat twitched in the cool misty dawn, the only sign that she was a creature of this forest as much as you were.

König sat beside you and looked out. His eyes wandered beyond the deer to the trees beyond, through them to the figures that stood across from you.

The five men wore basic skins, their tanned skin painted white with glowing pigments. The tallest among them was red as a newborn, his face pudgy and soft. His thick fingers curled around the club in his hand nervously.

König called out to the men calmly, spooking away the deer. If you didn’t feel his arm tighten around your shoulders, you might have thought he was warmly greeting them. As it was, whatever he said was as crisp and cool as the forest fog.

The big red man shouted back warily. He rose his club meekly, but as soon as König straightened his spine the club was lowered and tucked behind his bare body. König snuffed and stomped his foot. He let out a feral snarl and the men of the forest scrambled back into the dark undergrowth, leaping like the deer that left before.When he turned back to you, the hardened look in his eyes washed away to some incommunicable sadness. 

He touched where your heart lay in your chest and whispered your name.

“König?” you asked warily, “who were those men?”

He looked back to where the men once stood and snarled at the ghosts they left behind. He shook his head, but you noticed he touched the club that hung at his side. He tapped the handle, then pointed back across the clearing. He turned back to you and shook his head ominously.

Enemies.

“Why were they here?” you asked as you followed König back through the forest.

König shrugged as he knelt beside a small trap. He raised the woven twig box to look underneath. He sighed, set it back upright and turned back to you and pointed at you and then back at his chest.

“Safe,” he grunted as he ruffled your hair.

“Are you sure?” you stepped closer to his bare chest.

He nodded before giving you a brief one-handed hug, “Safe.”

He pulled back and led you through the forests again. You followed him obediently. You knew that in any other situation, you would’ve taken König’s turned back as a chance to run and escape this madman and his wicked ways, but he was your only chance of surviving on this rock. If you were lucky you’d be rescued one day, but the odds of surviving this hell grew slimmer with each passing day. The seasons passed by so quickly that you couldn’t keep track of time. Again you thought of those soldiers that had been sent to reconnaissance the island with you. They had a better chance of survival than you did, but you still wondered if they were still fighting out there, or if they had been struck down by a different band of cannibals.

Your current band of cannibals, the one that König had kidnapped you into, were a surprisingly comfortable group to share the company of. As you lived with them, their noisy grunts and feral snuffling began to form patterns. Those patterns were slowly decoded, and you could pick out bits and pieces of words if you strained your ears. You couldn’t speak to your captors, but you were slowly starting to understand them. Of course, you’d learned from König that they understood you perfectly well. All your cursing and crying and screaming and shouting, they’d bore witness to it all. They had listened to you curse them and their ways all the way up to Heaven and then down to Hell, but they still showed you what primitive kindness they could.

The woman who’d brushed your hair before had soon become a close friend. She was the one member of the tribe (other than König, of course) who you’d really started to understand. She was a gentle soul with you. After a brief discourse with König, she’d slowly come to teaching you some of their language.

She taught you the word for hair, and then the word for flower. You learned the words for wood and axe soon after. She noticed your interest in some of her herbs, and she carefully taught you the names of each one in turn. She tried to explain which ones were used for what, but she soon lost you. Instead of disappointment, she instead gently rested a frail hand on your shoulder and gave you a thin smile. There was no irritation, only a fiery determination to keep going. You matched her fervor and strived forward.

She watched as König would drop you off with her every other day. After the claiming in front of the tribe, she’d watched you and him more carefully. She noticed things you didn’t, and she taught you in turn. She taught you what berries he liked to eat the most, which parts of the rabbit he liked roasted over the fire. She taught you, in a way, how to be a woman in this world.

Being a woman in a cannibal tribe turned out to be harder work than expected. While the men went to hunt, wage war and gather wood and stone, the women worked closer to home. They worked the small farms, they skinned and tanned the meats. Here, a woman was expected to work the land and provide for her family. However, as you soon learned from König, men were equally expected to work.

König was the chief of his band and he acted every part of it. He spoke to the women to mediate disputes and he comforted the men as their bones were set by the shaman. He hunted, he cooked, he managed trades and he protected borders. He worked with every member of his tribe and watched over them personally. He was an honorable leader in that sense. You watched as children climbed his back to try and take him down with laughter and delight. He lifted them up and, even from a distance, you could see the sheer joy in his eyes under that golden mask of his. In a way, he was a crucial part of every family. He was the father, the mother, the wife, the husband. He was the teacher, the shaman, the diplomat and the judge and, as needed, the executioner. He was with everyone through thick and through thin.

And then, he’d come home to you.

Ever since he’d claimed you in front of his kin, he’d become more intimate with you. Carefully, gently, he’d taken you into his arms and held you at night. When he tired from the strenuous days, he’d rest his head on your chest and groan as you worked the knots from his back. The great cannibal king that kidnapped you and lorded over you became naught much more than a tired dog when he came back to your arms. You watched over your king, worshiped him with oils and herbs that had been gifted to you by the one eyed crone with a wink and a wry laugh. Your king had taught you how to use them on his skin by practicing on you.

You’d been tired after working all day. You were exhausted by the long day of foraging and hunting and when you’d come back to his cabin you’d nearly collapsed at his feet. That was when he rolled you onto your stomach and taken the tinctures from their clay jars. At first, you’d been frightened when he straddled your back, but soon you realized that he was more interested in caring for you than caring for himself. He’d been gentle that night, every so gentle. He whispered soft words into your ears, and that was when you learned the words for gratitude and praise.

You thought of that night as you walked behind König through the woods. In your oblivious state you’d failed to notice when he’d taken two rabbits from the traps and slung them around his belt. You looked around you and stalled.

König turned back to look at you as soon as he felt you drop behind him. He stalked back up to you and snuffed.

“König,” you asked nervously, “where are we?”

König chuffed and took your elbow in one of his hands and lightly tugged you along.

You briefly resisted before sighing and giving in. You let him drag you along, grateful that he slowed hsi stride to accommodate for you. You felt almost like one of the children in his grasp, what with how he guided you firmly and surely through the woods.

The trees parted and you stumbled out across a rocky stream.

You looked at König as he put his belongs onto a rock and turned back to you. He nodded towards the stream and crossed his arms over his hairy chest.

You looked at the stream and back at him, bewildered by his insinuations.

“You want me to take a bath?” you asked.

König nodded firmly.

You looked at the clear water running across the smooth river stones. Some lush green weeds waved through the current with a shoal of fish fry. You stepped closer to the bubbling water, peering down into the depths. The water was so clear that you could see all the way to the bottom. Each pebble shone like a gem against the muddy bottom.

You turned back to König to say something and immediately turned back. You hadn’t seen much, but of what you did see it was enough to make you blush furiously. You felt hands trail under the hems of your shirt and skirted away with a squeak.

“König!” you scolded him furiously, determined to keep your eyes above his shoulders.

König grunted and nodded again at the river. This time, the message was too blatant to pretend to ignore.

You shivered as you pulled your shirt up above your head, followed quickly by your tactical pants and then your underwear. It was mostly ruined by now, but without it you felt more vulnerable than ever before. You shivered in the cold and looked down at the river. You turned back at König and looked at the golden mask on his face. You scoffed.

“So I have to take everything off and you can keep your mask?” you snarked.

König paused, then nodded begrudgingly. Your eyes widened as he walked back over to where he hung his loincloth and grabbed at the black hood. Your lips parted as his big hands gripped the fabric in a punishing grip. A part of you felt like you should look away. As König had bared you to the world, so too did you bare him. He brought the fabric up slowly, then pulled his head free and out from the wretched thing.

His head was nearly bald, just like all the other cannibals. However, unlike the others, you could see the big mars of scars over his neck and up the back of his head. They crossed over his left ear, making it naught much more than a stub of fleshy scar tissue. If you hadn’t seen him in action, you’d have thought he might be deaf out of the one ear.

He turned slowly, almost as though he was afraid of what you’d think. Maybe he was right to be afraid. You shivered and sniffed in the cold, then took him in for the first time fully.

Were you to meet this man in any other circumstance, his face could really only be described at best as possibly above average. He had a light dusting of blond stubble over his round chin. His aurochs neck was thick with ropes of muscle, a stark contrast to his soft lips and crooked roman nose. His eyes, fully bared to the world now, were soft and sad. He looked less like a powerful chief and more like a timid man, forced to bear a title he never wanted. He looked vulnerable, afraid, human. He was no longer the conquering cannibal king; he was a man underneath all his dressings and scars.

You stepped forth carefully, stumbling a bit over the stones before catching yourself. You could see König’s small mouth quirk up to the side. You huffed, but continued up to him.

In front of him you had to crane your head back to admire his visage. You reached up to touch him and he leant his face down to be embraced. He curled himself like an inchworm, bending himself in half to be able to take your small affections. He closed his innocent eyes and you mapped your fingers across his marred skin. Burn marks, hatchet cuts, spear wounds, they all pockmarked his skin. You traced a white line across the side of his neck. How he survived such a wound was a miracle. He opened his eyes at that, life sparking behind them with an electric intensity. You traced your thumbs across his lips reverently. He let you, but when you leaned in to kiss him he pushed you back softly.

You stumbled as you were pushed. You looked up to him, aghast. You felt mortified. Had he really just rejected your advances? He’d kidnapped you, he’d taken you into his cabin and massaged your body, he’d mounted you in front of his entire tribe, and he rejected you? You could hardly wrap your head around it.

König pointed to the water and grunted. You followed his hand, then turned back to him. He smirked as he tapped his lips, then pointed back at the water.

So that’s how it would be.

You sulked over to the river bank and peered into the water. The water was deceptively deep. You’d only make it a couple of strides in before it sloped down.

You squeaked when you put a pinky toe in. It was cold, terribly cold. You already hated it. This felt absolutely awful. You already wanted to go and put your clothes on and sulk underneath a tree. You turned to shoot König a bitter scowl before finally letting yourself step into the water.

It was terribly cold, but it was bearable. You knew how this worked, as long as you kept going the water would eventually get warmer. You stepped further and further into the water before you got to the edge of the slope. With a deep breath, you fell into the water.

Ice cold water encompassed you entirely. You pushed to the center of the riverbed and came up for air. The water wasn’t cold enough to get frostbite, but you damn well felt like you would. You cursed and spluttered to yourself, not taking notice of König dipping into the water behind you.

König chuckled as he stood beside you. He dunked his head under the water briefly and rubbed at his scalp before coming back up for air. He looked at your shivering form and rolled his eyes. You huffed, but followed his lead to wash the water through your hair.

Weeks of grease floated away down the stream. Despite the cold, you felt like you were shedding layers of grime into the current. You’d never felt so fresh before. The water was still unpleasant, but if nothing else you were getting accustomed to it.

König focussed on cleaning his body, something you never knew you’d take so much interest in. You watched him lave water over his face and back, cleaning away dirt marks that had built up. You realized that König must have been coming out here often since you’d been brought back to his cabin. In fact, you must have been downright filthy compared to him. How he’d been able to tolerate hugging you close every night, you’d never know. If nothing else, it was another tally for him being a rather benevolent kidnapper at least. At the very least.

König turned back to you and stepped closer. He gently moved in closer, closer and closer still until he had his front pressed up against yours. Were he not a beacon of warmth you might have pushed him away, but as it was he was the only thing standing between you and freezing to death out there. Or, well, you figured you might, but if König had been coming here for so long, it mustn’t be quite as bad as you made it out to be. Maybe you were just too accustomed to the steaming hot showers you had back home.

König sighed as he let himself bend over you. You, for your part, took your arms out and embraced him, rubbing his back and humming under your breath as you took in his company. He was more than happy to let you rub concentric circles along his spine.

König grumbled something and begrudgingly stepped back. You lamented the warmth before you realized what he’d pulled back to do and turned away to give him some semblance of privacy. You turned your focus onto yourself and focussed on scrubbing away the dirt from your body. Once you finished, you peaked around yourself to look at König and check if he was finished with cleaning himself yet.

To your relief, he was already striding to shore. He tossed you a glance over his shoulder expectantly. When you followed him out, he pulled a couple of woven mats from his bag and offered one to you. You were quick to take it, but when you went to get your clothes back König was quick to hold you back. Instead, he offered you a pair of simple robes. They were slightly too big, they smelled of leather and animal, but the fur was terribly soft and warm on your body. You were shocked to realize that it was a full-length robe, much like that of some of the other cannibal women. What amazed you was the amount of neatly woven embroidery along the hems of the garment. It was simple rope made of basic materials, but it had been dyed vibrant colours and woven in intrinsic patterns. You looked back at König, who was still standing bare in front of you, the makeshift towel slung around the back of his neck.

You focussed on his face, upon which a contented smile sat. He gave you an affirming nod and took one hand to ruffle your damp hair before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You looked up at him briefly.

You stared at each other for a moment. He bent down slowly and let his hand fall from the top of your head to your cheek, stroking it lightly with his thumb. He leaned in close ever so slowly and you responded in turn.

Your lips met, and you almost immediately pulled back. The shock wore off quickly, and you leaned back in again for another. His lips were rough and chapped, his breath was poor, and yet it couldn’t have been sweeter. It reminded you of honeysuckle nectar and blueberries growing among the forest floor. When König pulled back, his smile was bright and innocent, boyish even. You were shocked by a thought that passed through your mind; he was the most handsome man you’d ever seen.

Konig Dump

Alternate Universes

[animenostalgia]

News - TMS & CLAMP have announced a new Magic Knight Rayearth anime project is in the works to celebrate it's 30th anniersary! Above is an announcement trailer with some teaser art. No other info yet, but I'll update it as soon as more is available!

[technically-human]

Hi, I love your art and all of that, I've been stalking your page almost daily for over a month. You had some of the best content about our favourite ghost detectives with great characterisation (I would know I have read though everything on AO3 😭😭)

Quick question, what is your favourite headcannon about each character and why?

I love your style and adore your comics, could you do any crystal and Edwin being siblings in the future??? (With exasperated Charles?)

Wow, thank you!! I'm happy you're enjoying it so much :') exams are upon me but I'll be back to posting more regularly (and working on requests) soon!

Mmmh, there are some headcanons I hold so dear that I forget they're not actually in the source material.

For example, I like to think both Niko and Charles resent their own mothers, and feel guilty about it. I do plan on forcing them to bond over it. I also think these two are the only ones comfortable and accepting about their respective sexualities!

(Yes, I do think Charles knows and accepts he is bisexual. My reasons are:

The souls from Lust didn't try to grab him;

He didn't definitively reject Edwin, so that tells me he probably knows he would be capable of having a relationship with a boy;

I'm bi and I never had any conflict about it, and I'm here to project lol)

One important aspect of characters for me is that they have Bad Thoughts(tm). Not "I will murder everyone" kinda thoughts but just, moments in which they're selfish, they think unkind things, they consider doing morally dubious things. Characters who are 100% good and only think good thoughts are very plain to me.

I apply this to Crystal in particular. Just the idea that she thinks very bad things constantly, because a part of her is used to this. Edwin is probably the same, as being in Hell is not conductive to a very nice mind, I'd imagine.

Also, I like to think Crystal never kept her powers secret, but she did lie a lot. So she would tell her friends she could see the future and then just make up some stuff that would benefit her to influence their actions. Like, if she liked someone's boyfriend? oh, he's gonna cheat. Not a lot of people believed her, but it was enough.

For Edwin, I think he is the type who doesn't know when to stop talking, so a lot of the bullying he suffered was due to him arguing with the people who insulted him. His answers were very clever, but that never stopped anyone from hitting him, go figure.

Also, the organization of the books doesn't have a consistent system. Edwin changes it all the time and that's why Charles can't find anything. There's a specific shelf for Charles' stuff, he keeps some photoes he stole from his own house there, among other things. It's the only part Edwin will never reorganize.

And for the last question, I do have some plans for that! :)

[star-vanguard]

Some early Valentine's art!

I know it's a bit different from the usual but I've been meaning to start drawing general furry stuff more often

If you're here just for the Whispangle worry not there will be more soon(tm)

Alt outfit colors I did for fun below :)