#oh yeah. this is one of the other pallets for him if the colors look a bit weird that's why.

[mios-axe]

sorry raven overture design appreciation post. look at this guy

[macfrog]

brother | joel & tommy

massive thank-you to @elliespuns who was kind enough to send me so many gorgeous photos of joel and tommy to choose from for this piece. i really, really appreciate it, lovely 🤍 forever indebted to and forever obsessed with you!

pairing: joel miller & tommy miller summary: tommy visits his brother's grave. warnings: lots of grief, brotherly love (but sad), spoilers for tlou2 word count: 900 words

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We brought you home in a mottled sheet.

Pathetic, right? I know it, brother. I’m sorry for it. Shit, I’m sorry for all of it.

It’s the best we could find – the best they could find. The kids, I mean. I couldn’t’ve found my own two feet when they eventually managed to wake me. The room swelled into focus and everything was doubled, everything swaying side to side, all violent like.

I could hardly string a sentence together. My head felt heavy with blood, hearing still shot to hell. The first thing I did was look for you.

And oh, Jesus, Joel, did I see you.

I spat the words out in a sob. Be careful with him, I said. I couldn’t get to my feet quick enough; couldn’t reach you with my shaking hands. That’s my goddamn brother, you hear?

He’s my brother.

They found an old pallet and made a sled out of it. We tied it to Old Beardy’s breastplate and let him lead you home. Figured the old timer’s used to the weight of you by now, right?

He kept shaking his head the whole way, kept huffing these deep, achy breaths. I’d never heard him do that before – none of us had. Like he was in pain, almost. I don’t know if horses know grief like we do, Joel, but it sure seemed like he knew. He just…knew.

The gray lump of you jolted and jerked behind him. The more I looked, the more I felt like throwing up, and still – I couldn’t look away from you.

The shape of your head – this crimson bloom where your skull had been broken. Square shoulders, sturdy chest. Long legs and boots still laced – the way you once taught me. Make bunny ears, twist ‘em around each other. Yeah, just like that. Now, pull.

Tall frame, protective frame. Used to plant yourself between me and anything you thought might hurt me. Used to wrestle with me in the backyard, stomach my damn windmill punches like they were nothing.

Man, I don’t know how you ever taught me to throw a half-decent one, but you did. Mom would call us inside and you’d pat my back and say good job, little brother.

Good job. What kinda fucking job did I do this time, huh? When it mattered? Where was I, when my brother needed me most?

On my goddamn ass, that’s where. Blacked out. I couldn’t get to you, no matter how hard I tried.

I tried, Joel. I swear to you, I tried.

It was all of it, all at once. The blizzard, the woman, the room – Christ, that room. So much blood I felt it lining the inside of my lungs. So much that I can still smell it, taste it, like it’s become me. Like everything I look at is tinged red; the color of rust, the color of rage.

The room, where I became just the one. Lost something in my sleep. Hit the ground with a heavy thud, swam back to the surface to find I was short. Something taken. Something stolen.

And I’ve been without you before, Joel, but at least I always got to give you a piece of my mind on the way out.

You remember summer camp, that year I was real homesick? I don’t know what it was. Maybe just knowing you were all those miles away. You remember I wrote you about a hundred times? Jesus. I know you’re laughing, too.

I spent that whole summer with a smile pinned to my face. Counting down the days. I’d turn over in my sleeping bag, pick at the skin on my thumbs and wonder what you were up to. Wonder if you were missing me as much. Wonder if you’d thought about me at all that day.

Well, here I am. Wondering much the same.

I miss you, Joel. I don’t know what to do with that. There ain’t no bus home at the end of this; no big brother and his dirt bike waiting for me in Austin. It’s only been a week, I know that – but my ears won’t stop ringing, and I haven’t stopped looking for you.

It wakes me at night. This pain in my chest, like I’m swimming for that surface over and over, and all I ever do is drown. I wake saying your name. The doctors say it’s just bad dreams, just part of the process, but I know what it really is. I’m calling on you, and you never come.

It’s about damn time I realized you ain’t never gonna come. You’re never coming back. Not to me, not to this place. You’re on a path I can’t follow, brother. We’re on our own from here on out.

Goddamn it, Joel. Why the hell’d it have to be you?

Maybe if we’d gone a different route that day. Maybe if we’d spent a little longer in the stables. We were tryna outrun the weather, sure, but we could’ve spared a few minutes. Shit, I would’ve spared anything, if it meant I’d still have my brother.

Sun’s coming up over the mountains. I better get going. Got a mighty long journey ahead of me. I’ll make things right, Joel, I swear.

Go on, now. I’ll bet your Sarah’s waiting.

See you round, brother.

[your-ne1ghbor]

It was 1 am-2 am when I decided: OOOO I should mess with Star's design again... so tell me... Why did it work???

also another long post from the sleep deprived fish lets goo

The cape is ugly af, but the rest of the deign is actually...GOOD??? I am in shock since this rarely happens when I actually like how the colors came out on any character-

UNFORTUNATLY, the cape is what ruins it due to how BLAND it is. Not only that, but it is VERY important to how I design his cape. Like basically:

Yes, that is how important his cape is! I wanna talk about what his cape means in another post where I talk about the Star Realm, but for now, I got this ugly ahh cape.

Not only that, the rims with the colors being gold is actually wrong with how I wanted to make his color pallet. The gold rims (ON HIS CAPE NOT THE REST OF THE OUTFIT) are supposed to be a light blue to signifiy a lake. HOWEVER, I tried to see what it would look like, especially here and in my other post here, where it just does not work with his design. Sure, the light blue is nice, but doesn't fit no matter how hard I try to make it look nice. The gold rims work way too well to where the only light blue where it would work, would only be seen on the back of his cape...WHICH IS UGLYYYYYYYYY

Perhaps I go with either a different cape? Change up the color pallet? Or try to make it work with the lore of the Star Realm? (Yeah I'm being serious, thats how important his cape is and how I represent it. If it doesn't look good or work, then idk... I really wanted to incorprate the star realm onto his cape. I might have to come up with a symbol of the star realm if this doesn't work)

The front however, is actually okay, which is basically the little circle with the ribbon draping over his cape. It is just as important as the rest of the design of his cape, ESPECIALY with those 2 pieces in particular. I dont have a problem with it, since it is what I wanted it to look like in the first place and works well with the design either way.

I don't want to continue empathizing on how important it is to how I represent his cape, but it is overall significant to his design. So I'll talk about the bottom of his design since it is actually where I had trouble with before.

To be specific, it is how I wanted his top to look like. Either I wanted a closed off semi-skirt like what the original or what @signed-sapphire and @chillwildwave did with their star boy's design, or go with a more open skirt like what @oh-shtars and @spectator-zee with theirs. It ofc ended up being more open, just it being shorter. I was unironically inspired by Eugene's outfit lmao but the rest came by easy. I knew I wanted his shoes to be almost up to his knees cause he needs to be FANCYYYYY. I also changed up his sleeves and made it more flowy cause I wanted more fun with his design and works with his character :D

Speaking of character, this somewhat works with his character. SOMEWHAT. He is pretty a optimistic kind of prankster, but I feel like his bright personality is toned down to how dark the outfit came out. I know it is to represent the stars since...you know..he is one, just that (quote from one of my bsfs (TY FOR YOUR INSIGHT BTW)) "the outside is more dark whilst the inside has lighter colors, it makes it look like a glowing star trying to hide, a bit".

I mean, makes sense to why he needs to hide: Maggy wants to make sure he is fucking dead- JOKES ASIDE, it works with context, but he doesn't nessicairly like hiding stuff, like he is pretty open about his feelings for example, but like I said, it also works since he has to hide from the people of Rosas and her parents or else he's seen as the monster (rawr rawr rawr) in their eyes 💀

That aside, you probably notice I changed up his hair. Why? Because I wanted to try something and make it have more depth. It works, so it stays for now.

Is this the final design for him? No. Its not. Until I get the cape right, I still have to get his design working. At least it is working with how I am envisioning it, minus the few little details that make me annoyed for no particular reason other than it needing to work with his character and world.

My next post is going to be an update to the Maggy silly lil backstory cause...it is REALLY important to the story 😭😭

Until then, GOOD DAY/AFTERNOON/NIGHT

[littlerat2]

Style Swap

This story is for @prinxietyweek

Prinxiety Week Day 1

Prompt: Style Swap/Sun and Moon

Warnings: Swearing, Food Mention. I think that’s it but if you think I should add others, please let me know <3

Words: 1351 

AO3

Virgil searched his room. Under the bed, in the hamper, even behind the bookshelf. His hoodie was nowhere to be seen.

He was halfway through searching his closet when Roman’s voice startled him half to death.

“Hey babe-”

“Fuck!” He yelped, placing a hand over his chest. He took a few deep breaths, and turned around to see Roman’s apologetic smile. Not only that, but he was clad in Virgil’s hoodie.

“Sorry for startling you,” He said with a soft chuckle. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. “You going back in the closet?” He teased.

“I was looking for that, actually,” Virgil growled, but without any real heat behind it.

“Oh… sorry. Again.”

“It's okay. Can I have it back?’

“Yeah.” Roman went to take it off, but stopped. “Later.”

“Wha- Princey, I'm cold!” He shot a glare Roman’s way, but smiled. It did look good on him.

Roman stuck his tongue out at him, but then his expression softened. “You can use mine.”

“Why are you using mine if you have your own?!” Virgil sputtered.

“It smells like you,” Roman mumbled, burying himself in the soft fleece of Virgil’s hoodie. Who was Virgil to deny him that? “Besides, you’re already wearing one of my shirts!”

Virgil sighed, rolling his eyes affectionately and walking up to Roman, pulling his face down to his level.

“If you insist on cosplaying me, at least let me do your makeup.”

“And look like a Hot Topic threw up on me? No thanks,” Roman teased.

“I’ll let you do mine-”

“Deal!” Roman said, running at Virgil and tackling him onto his bed.

“I gotta get the makeup first, get off!” He laughed. By god, he was smitten.

. . .

A few hours later, Virgil and Roman both had full faces of makeup. After giving Roman his signature eyeshadow, Virgil decided to go a little overboard, adding little crescent moons on the sides of Roman’s eyes. The moons themselves were erased from the shimmery purple eyeshadow Virgil had used on Roman’s top lids and blended out to the sides, and a little of the bottom. He was rather proud of the look, and may even try it out on himself sometime. He also let Roman wear his favorite matte black lipstick. The man looked stunning by the time he was done. He leaned more towards a galaxy goth vibe than Virgil’s usual scene aesthetic, but he did dabble with goth makeup and clothing from time to time.

And Roman had seemed to like it! Even claiming he wouldn’t mind if Virgil wanted to do his makeup more often. It made his heart swell with pride. Plus, he wouldn’t mind doing his boyfriend’s makeup again. The idea sent excited little spiders skittering in his stomach.

Roman was just finishing Virgil’s makeup now. Virgil was content watching him work, just mere inches from his face. Roman had this cute little concentrated expression, like when he was working on a story or an art piece. It took everything for him not to kiss him every time he got close.

Pulling away, Roman’s jade eyes examined Virgil’s face. 

“Done!” He announced, summoning a hand mirror. Virgil was pleasantly surprised that Princey didn’t go over the top. It was still extravagant compared to his usual tastes, but Virgil found that he didn’t mind.

Roman had applied a generous dusting of blush on his cheekbones, and some on his nose. He had golden graphic liner in the shape of a sun, and little golden stars littering his cheeks and nose like freckles. To top it off, he had a pale red lipliner on the corners of his mouth, blended toward the middle and finished with a transparent, pink tinted gloss. It definitely wasn’t his style, but he didn’t hate it. He dare say he might like it, though he’d definitely try it with a different color pallet on his own. He’d love to see it on Roman.

“This would be so fucking cute on your face,” he mumbled as he continued to admire the makeup.

“You think so?” Roman asked, a little smile creeping its way onto his lips. “It looks pretty gorgeous on you.” 

Virgil could feel his face warm up at the compliment, and Roman chuckled. He pulled Virgil into a hug.

“Come on, take a few photos with me.” He pulled out his phone and snapped a selfie with the both of them. Virgil gave a small smile. Roman took a few more. One where they both smiled. One where they were kissing. And one where Virgil laid against Roman’s chest.

Then Roman started taking dozens of photos of Virgil. Photos from every angle. Virgil even found himself posing in a couple of them, only to give in to the light giggles that attacked his chest a few moments after.

“I won’t show them to anyone, I promise,” he reassured. “I’ll put them in the locked folder of my phone, if it makes you feel better.”

“That’s really considerate of you, Princey,” Virgil said with a soft smile. Roman snapped another photo.

“Well, yeah. Wouldn’t want my boyfriend to be uncomfortable,” Roman said casually, taking another photo.

“Thanks,” Virgil smiled widely. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Roman snapped another photo, then gave Virgil a peck on the cheek. When he pulled back, he snickered.

“What?” 

Instead of explaining, Roman snapped another photo and showed it to Virgil. He had a big, black imprint of Roman’s lips on his cheek. Virgil found himself laughing brightly.

“Okay, okay, let me take a few photos of you before I mess up your makeup.” He pulled out his phone, and Roman launched into a series of poses, expressions, and ways of cradling his face with his hands. Virgil took about fifteen, which he would have deemed excessive about a year ago. But now, he loved having too many photos of his boyfriend, though his phone’s ‘Storage Space Running Out!’ notification didn’t share the same sentiment.

And, he’d seen Roman’s ‘Virgil Folder’ as he called it. He was surprised he hadn’t run out of space on his phone long ago.

When he was finished, he kissed Roman’s temple before nestling his face into the crook of Roman’s neck with a satisfied hum. As sappy as it sounded, any morning spent with his boyfriend was a good morning. 

The two spent the next thirty minutes pressing soft kisses to each other’s skin and basking in each other’s company, before a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Virgil called. The door swung open to reveal Patton covered in flour, clad in two baby blue oven mitts. He visibly did a double take, before smiling widely.

“You two look great!” He beamed.

“Thanks,” Roman grinned. Virgil gave a sleepy hum of agreement, leaning into Roman’s side once again.

“Of course! I just came to tell you guys that breakfast was ready, but no rush to get down here,” Patton said, removing his oven mitts and fanning himself with them. Virgil guessed that he probably came straight after pulling something from the oven. 

“Thanks, Padre,” Roman beamed. “We’ll be down in a bit.”

“Alrighty!” He looked at the two of them again, before muttering, “I should have you two teach me your makeup secrets sometime.”

“Sounds like a plan, Pop-Star,” Virgil said, smiling. As Patton left, Virgil found himself pulling Roman into his arms, and resting his chin on his shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing just under where Roman’s jaw met his ear. He was promptly swept into a soft, passionate kiss from his boyfriend. One that left him a bit dazed, and grinning like a fool into the crook of Roman’s neck.

“I love you too,” Roman mumbled, voice silky smooth and soft against his ears. The two shared soft, sweet kisses for a long while before Roman’s stomach reminded them they had breakfast waiting for them downstairs.

Today was going to be a good day. After a morning like this, Virgil wasn’t sure much could bring him down. Not when he had such a sweet boyfriend like Roman beside him.

Author’s Note: If this weren’t a human AU, I think it would be hilarious if Patton was like “Oh hey Virgil” to Roman cause they have the same face, and he thought Roman was Virgil, LMAO

Happy Prinxiety Week 2024!!! <33333 I am SO excited to be taking part in this event <3333

[lloydfrontera]

from your idea are they gonna fake marrying too? 👀 also i feel like lloyd would go 'ha ha ha javier is doing this to keep marbella happy yeah he isn't in love with me. nope it's out of duty'

about this post

well they definitely aren't planning on it, even they feel like it'd be a step too far. i mean, swearing to be at each other's side for the rest of their lives, putting the other's well-being above their own, sharing their hard times and their happy moments, growing old together,,, yeah no why would they ever do that it'd be crazy 😳

so they just. plan on fake dating for a little while and then eventually claim it just didn't work out between them.

except that every time either of them approach arcos or marbella to break the news they end up chickening out last moment cause they're just. so excited. and happy for them. how can they dash their hopes and dreams like that.

lloyd goes to marbella and tries to talk to her about it, but then she starts telling him how happy she is he found someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with, how she hopes with all her heart they'll experience the same happiness in their relationship that her and arcos do, and quietly confessing how she can rest a bit easier now that she knows there will always be someone taking care of him even when she's not there to do it anymore, how relieved she is that javier will now be a part of their family officially and that they'll have one another to keep each other safe. also she was wondering if he'd prefer a spring or an autumn wedding?? spring is lovely of course, but she does think he looks absolutely dashing in an autumn color pallete. and oh right, was there something you wanted to tell me dear?

uuhh, not really. autumn sounds perfect actually, says lloyd with a smile, feeling the echos of his internal screaming reverberate inside his head.

javier goes to arcos and asks if they can talk in private, but the moment they're alone arcos just. hugs him tightly and then tells him he has nothing to worry about, of course he has his permission and blessing to marry his son, truly lloyd is already an adult, he doesn't even really need to ask arcos but he's glad javier came to him. he cannot even begin to express how happy he is that javier will now be part of the frontera family in the eyes of everyone, how he'd always thought of him as a son and that he's sorry his hesitance to not take over the place of javier's parents stopped him from expressing it as he grew up. that he's so glad he and lloyd found happiness in one another and that he hopes they can grow old together in peace like he and marbella are. and finally that he knows its selfish of him but that he's so very relieved it's javier who will marry his son, for he knows there's no one on the world he'll be safer with and that will grant him a peace of mind like no other when it's time for him to go. and oh look at him rambling like an old man, was there something else you wanted to talk about son?

... no sir, that was all. i promise i'll take care of him says javier, very, very carefully not looking at the oh so close throw pillow he wants to scream into.

so like. what are they supposed to do. tell the truth?? not marry each other??? not swear to spend the rest of their lives at each others side???? sure they defeated the king of hell, but please be realistic there's only so much they can do.

and god yeah that is exactly how it would go. these two would be staring deep into each other's eyes as they say their vows and be thinking 'he's only doing this to keep them happy he doesn't feel anything for me this is just him being a good son/knight'. but no, i do want them to be together for real before they get to that point, that'd be so embarrassing for them lmao

also in my head they both already moaned extensively about their feelings for the other and their hopeless situation to julian separately. so now he's burdened with the knowledge both his hyung and best friend are complete idiots who absolutely deserve each other. god. someone put him out of his misery. he's absolutely holding this over their heads once they pull them out of their asses and realize they could've been making out for months now and how stupid they truly are.

[enden-agolor]

I LOOOVE all of your aus, especially forest deity and sdv!! The way you designed both Lukas and Jesse in each AU you have is amazing, I absolutely admire the attention to detail and such :) Something about your au’s have me absolutely hooked, and I’m not complaining. Keep up the great work, Enden!! you don’t know how obsessed I am with your silly stories of stupid little minecraft blocks… 🙏

Also a jesskas forest deity AU is so cool. I don’t have any idea how you were able to come up with something as interesting as it, and the way you planned out the story was amazing as well! I always wonder if Jesse will actually show his normal form to Lukas (since you mentioned he was able to revert to his normal self but the town still wouldn’t accept him either way iirc) but we’ll have to see it for ourselves. I lovelovelovee your work so much and I’m excited for future au content !!

Dude thank you so much 🥺

I love designing characters and for some reason Lukas and Jesse are just so fun to play around with in regards to their designs. Maybe it's because their canon designs are so simple, yet compliment each other so well, like Lukas' magenta stripes alongside Jesse's green suspenders. Then the rest of their pallet is pretty natural colors. I really like to keep their designs simple when drawing them. I try to imagine, would they actually wear this? Does this color fit his style? I like to keep them in pretty casual clothes you would see when passing someone out in public, or when shopping at a nice clothes store. This definitely goes for the sdv au.

In forest deity au, Lukas maintains a professional look. Outfits that you would see and think, "oh this guy means business", because he's an author, so he wants to dress the role. He wears a lot of warm, darker colors. Nothing too bright and flashy that would make him stand out. He's the kind of guy who dresses like he's always going to work. Jesse, on the other hand, he wears a lot of dark colors with purpose, as a means of fitting in with the darkness that shrouds the forest he lives in. He wears a lot of dark leather gear to keep his body protected. He's always pretty dirty, because well, he lives out there alone and has no means of impressing anyone with appearances, so why bother? The only one who seems to be intrigued in his appearance is Lukas.

On that other note, we came up with the au kind of randomly. My bf and I like to throw ideas at each other, and since we were already invested in the normal Admin au, I remember jokingly playing into this idea of Admin Jesse being this big bad wolf kind of role and Lukas being a little red riding hood. Discovering each other in the woods for the first time, except we kind of built this story over time and I started making the designs and I was like. Fuck. Jesse is big, scary, mute, and in love with this little blond freak that won't leave him alone 🧍I am OBSESSED with that. But yeah that's basically how it happened and now the lore has gotten pretty intense. The story is full of angst and plot built off of canon. A very hurt/comfort slow burn kind of story.

But anyways I'm so excited to share more. Your questions will be answered eventually. Trust me, I wish I could answer them, but with plot and context it will be so, so much more satisfactory. So stay tuned, and thanks again for this ask, I love seeing everyones little thoughts on this au!

[kaelakov]

ok this kinich thing is very much new (also hey bestie, hello!!) what has you in such a grip for him???😭

OH MY GOSH IT'S MY POOKIE WOOKIE BEAR EVERYONE SAY HI TO THEM OMG HI SNOOKEMS im so glad you asked!! >< i have no idea bro like one day im not into genshin, the next day kinich appears and he basically has me at his mercy bro he's so pretty and hot i phyically cant

here's a list! (Totally not copy pasted from my other post..) I love Kinich so much ohhhh my gosh he's so pretty i love his design, i love his clothes, i love his eyes, i love his headband, i love his voice japanese and english, i love how nonchalant he is, i love how he cares for people he deems as friends, i love his vision which is dendro, i love his sword, i love the bracelets he has on his wrists, i love his earrgings, i love the shapes on his hair, i love the necklace thing he has, i love his belts, i love his shoes, i love his harness, i love his jacket around his wasit, i love his gloves, i love his little tattoo things on his arms, i love every strand of hair he has, i love every detail about his eyes. I love how he acts so chill and calm, so nonchalant and yet he still cares about his friends and he cares about Traveler aka us SO TECHNICALLY HE CARES ABOUT ME. I love his voice so much, I love where he lives, i love how he's so nice to animals, i love how he cared about the green animal things (Zurians i think?), i love how he walked away from ajaw offing the poachers just like "yeah, i saved these animals. Screw the poachers though.", I LOVE WHEN HE'S LIKE "ajaw... those men are your reward" LIKE AHRGVFHJEHFBVH3JEFHRUIERHJ, i love how he's so chill, i love his animations, i love how he deals with Ajaw, i love his intro, i love his theme song, i love how cute he looks in pixels, i love the color of his hair, i love the color of his eyes, they're so pretty. I love the color of skin, his clothes, his belt, his shoes, i love his color pallete so much. i love him so so much. i love him so much... did i mention that i love kinich?

[bluepeachstudios]

GitS Asks!

Anonymous asked:

I figured we were going to go the "are you my daddy?" route, but still I'm genuinely surprised that the boys, especially Donnie, haven't even considered that Ghost might be an alternate universe Donatello. I understand that they arent aware of the existence of alternate universes, but Donnie has done research and has a whole cork board dedicated to the subject, WITH PHOTOGRAPHS of three different iterations of the turtle's, all of whom bare a surprising resemblance to Ghost! At least, more so than the Rise!Turts anyways. Meanwhile, Ghost is a mutant turtle who wasn't created by Draxum, is practically a genetic clone of Donnie, is trained in ninjutsu, has a super genius iq, wields a bo staff, wears a purple mask, has brothers who are very similar to the boys, a mutant rat for a father, and was separated by his family in a way that requires a special portal machine to get back to them. Honestly, the fact that Ghost can only return to his family via portal machine should have been a big clue. Like, why is a portal the only way for him to go home? Where on earth is his home if no traditional travel methods can get him back there?

Pizza Pit hasn't happened yet, so Donnie actually hasn't done research with photographs of the different turtle iterations! And keep in mind that Donnie felt like he was copying Ghost. Everyone but Ghost thought that Donnie was just modelling himself after Ghost because they're both intelligent. Favorite color purple? Well he might as well try out a bo staff since that's what Ghost has...

Donnie was aware of a parallel dimension as an option, but he saw Ghost being his dad as more likely. His next best theory is that he's an alien of some kind. Or at least from a different planet, even if he was created on Earth.

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@contumacy-supporter asked:

GITS: Do you have any plans on reuniting Ghost and the boys with the rest of the 2003 turtles? Maybe in a "they're here now (Rise verse), they're looking for him (Ghost)" possibly after the Kraang situation (once they've grown)??

Spoilers! :) I promise a happy ending. What that means, I cannot say.

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Anonymous asked:

Sorry for the weird ask but I saw a episode of bluey called rain the other day and the relationship between the mom and bluey really reminded me of ghost

I don't/haven't watched Bluey but I appreciate you thinking of Ghost when you're watching other stuff! I hope people who know enjoy the parallel :D

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Anonymous asked:

At this point the feeling of being pulled in two different directions is so strong I feel like the best case/least painful solution is having some sorta inter-reality doorway that could allow back-and-forth between Ghost’s world and Rise, kinda like how the dimensions in 03 work with the Battle Nexus. I know it’s unlikely, but I’m in denial and will take comfort in the absurd mental image of being able to do ridiculous things like traveling to another reality to borrow a cup of sugar

The 03 Turtles knocking on the interdimensional doorway "hey guys yeah can we have some sugar because the methodical destruction of all but small patches of plant-life on our planet making everything uninhabitable has made it difficult to get some."

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Anonymous asked:

OH MY GOSH THE LAST CHAPTER OF GITS HAS TURNED ME INTO A PUDDLE OF EMOTIONAL JELLY!!! THANK YOU!!! Question time: you said previously that Ghost’s colour pallet was going to change to match the rise one at some point. I assumed that it was going to be because of his mutation from getting stung, but the whole ‘being filled with bright neon colours thing’ and feeling more at home and like he has a place in the Rise world in the last chapter is making me think that it’s going to be triggered by emotions instead. Are the boys going to notice? Will it be commented on? I cannot wait to see Ghost’s reaction!! Also, I’m assuming that when his colour pallet changes the effect of physics upon him will also - I cannot wait to see Ghost get hit hard and then be like ‘I’M FINE??? WHY AM I FINE???’.

Spoilers! But I promise it'll be mentioned more blatantly in the story when it does happen.

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Anonymous asked:

I LOVED the last chapter of GITS!! A big difference between the 2003 TMNT and Rise is that the 2003 turtles are not biologically related to Splinter in any way, and they possibly aren’t biologically related to each other either. They are just four turtles and a rat that happened to be in the right place at the right time to get mutated. Splinter became their father because he CHOSE to be. They are a family through CHOICE. I love that you are carrying that on into GITS!! Biological relation doesn’t matter to Ghost - why would it? It’s a legacy of love he is passing on to the Rise boys, and I think it’s beautiful.

For 2003 it's very likely that they're biologically brothers, because they were sold at the same time from the same pet store, likely from the same tank. They were probably a part of the same clutch! But Splinter taking them in definitely taught them that choosing is important. Knowing April and Casey, meeting the rest of their friends, the turtles know. They know what it means to choose family. Biological relation has never mattered to Ghost. Even if his brothers weren't biologically related to him at all, he would still feel the same about them.

It's kind of why Ghost doesn't understand Rise Splinter well. Why would he choose to take in these kids when he acts like he doesn't want them half the time?

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Anonymous asked:

stuck on the idea for months that like even if in canon sainw is happening in live time while ghost’s with his kids what if his brothers just show up one day as teenagers and are like “we’re so sorry it took us so many months to get here we fought to find you with every second of the day” and ghost’s just there like “IM IN MY F O R T I E S WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU MEAN MONTHS” and that’s how everyone discovers that the rottmnt dimension moves time at rocket speed in comparison to 2k3

Oh man THAT would be a fun AU. Dang. Oof. Ouchie.

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Anonymous asked:

Referencing the GITS ask about 16 yr old 2003 Donnie finding newly mutated Splinter and Turtle Tots; what would change for Splinter? He suddenly has this 16 year old to deal with that’s expecting him to be amazing and wise to go along with horribly mutating into a rat and massive amounts of trauma. Would having 03 Donnie there help, or make things worse for Splinter? Would Splinter give in to his depression and mental health issues earlier because 03 Donnie is there to watch the babies? Does he feel the need to parent 03 Donnie? Does the fact that 03 Donnie has gone through some traumatic experiences make Splinter more determined not to train the Rise boys or convince him that they need training for their own protection when they are old enough? Also does Rise Donnie get given a different name because 03 Donnie is there? If he gets given his cannon name, what do the Rise babies call 03 Donnie when they start to speak? (Sorry this has so many questions - this idea kidnapped my brain and wouldn’t give it back)

I imagine Lou (because he is still Lou at this point) would feel responsible for Don as well. Don is scared, he just got separated from his family, he's been through shit. Don calls his dad "sensei" or "father" or "Master Splinter", so Lou wouldn't use Splinter as a nickname. Don would also be talking about his brothers. This boy spills everything instantly. Lou immediately knows everything about their lives. He doesn't tell Don about his, because he's still just a kid. He's younger than Lou was when he left home to be a movie star.

Don being there would help and make things worse. On one hand, Lou feels guilty for the days he can't help Don, and it feels like Don's doing everything on his own. Don helps look after the kids, he helps fix up the lair, he helps set up security, he's working on his portal. He just works all the time. The only way Lou can get him to stop is if he asks him to watch the kids. And it does sort of let his depression seep in a little faster, because he's got someone covering for him.

He still parents Don. Tries to take care of him, tries to teach him. Don is the one who approaches him asking for training, because he's been doing it his whole life, and he enjoys it. It gives him a way to let out energy when his mind is tired and he wants to rest it. It reminds him of his family, makes him feel closer to them. He still goes out to do patrols every night, still saves people in trouble as quietly as he can. Lou worries about him, but he can hardly stop him from doing what he wants. He isn't Don's father. It makes him more determined not to train the little ones, but they'll end up mimicking Don, wanting to know what he's doing. Don ends up teaching them little things. Lou and Don probably get into a big argument about it.

I think all the Rise boys would get different names in this case, because Lou knows Don's name and his brothers' names. Raphael would be Alessandro (Sandro), Donatello would be Masaccio (Masa), Michelangelo would be Angelico (Angie), and Leonardo would be Titian (Ti).

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Anonymous asked:

I ADORED THE LAST CHAPTER OF GITS!!! HE ADMITTED IT!!! THEY ARE OFFICIALLY HIS KIDS!!! AHHHHHH!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Does Ghost have any pictures of his kiddos anywhere?

Yes! He has a bunch on his phone. He has a few printed out he keeps tucked into his cloak. Just in case.

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Anonymous asked:

From the elaborately choreographed dance number the boys pulled off in “Mascott Melee”, it’s obvious that they spend a lot of time practicing dancing together. Does Ghost ever catch them at it? On a scale of 1-10 how adorable does he think it is? Have the boys ever put a little show on for him? Do they ever try to get Ghost to dance with them? CAN Ghost dance?

Watching them dance? They do it all the time, and Ghost enjoys watching. He's never joined in, always insisting he can't dance. They try to get him to join in, but he just refuses. He likes watching them more. CAN he? I feel like Ghost can dance in the same way that Aang from ATLA can dance. His fighting is his dancing.

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Anonymous asked:

For some reason, despite not really wearing clothes, all of the Rise boys wear pj's. Do they ever get ghost pj's? What is his reaction? Does he actually wear them?

I like to think they get a lil chilly at night and that's why they wear PJs. Sometimes Donnie sleeps entirely nekkid (Purple Jacket) so I imagine it depends on what they're feeling at the moment.

The boys 100% get Ghost pajamas. They're strawberry PJs. He loves them and wears them especially in winter.

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Anonymous asked:

Do the boys ever play their music for Ghost? What does he think? How does he react in front of the boys?

The boys definitely play their music for Ghost! He listens to it and sees how they can enjoy it. Personally he likes classic rock the most but he's not terribly picky, either. He tends to go with "I see why you like this song" kind of vibes, even if he doesn't like it personally. He likes hearing their music. Gives him a little insight to the inside of their heads.

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Anonymous asked:

GITS: Were April’s science fairs any less of a disaster with Ghost there to supervise?

Nope not at all. If anything they were even crazier. Ghost didn't help out with April's science projects! He let that be an April and Donnie thing. He does has helped April with her science homework occasionally if Donnie was too busy.

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Anonymous asked:

It was awesome to see Ghost and Splinter actually start to get a little closer in the last chapter. I think they both need it - they need to see each other as the actual people they are rather than the shadows of the people the represent to one another.

Yeah, they do. It's a slow process. Splinter's starting to learn how Ghost likes to be cared about, and Ghost is starting to see that Splinter actually cares.

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Anonymous asked:

Does Ghost have an opinion on Lou Jitsu and his movies? And does Splinter know what that opinion is? What is Splinter’s opinion of Ghost’s opinion?

Before Ghost found out that Splinter was Lou Jitsu, he enjoyed the movies quite a bit! They reminded him of something his Michelangelo would really like, of movie nights with his brothers. Splinter overheard Ghost's opinion of the movies from his boys, and from Ghost. He's very pleased that Ghost likes them.

After Ghost finds out Splinter was Lou Jitsu, he stopped watching the movies unless he was watching them with the boys. It just made him think of how different everything was. He's learning to enjoy them again, slowly.

[lumenflowered]

[A video is attached. In it, a normal-looking Absol can be seen approaching Maria from further up the road. The Absol sniffs at her, makes a face like they have eaten something very sour, and backs away slowly.

"Ack—sorry! Blade, what are you doing?!"

The Absol's trainer, a young man with spiked black hair and a red jacket, comes rushing up the path. Said Absol slinks back towards him, tail between their legs.

"Is this one yours?" Maria asks, confusion clear in her words.

The trainer nods, looking at his Absol with a similar amount of confusion. "Yeah, I was passing through—Blade here really wanted us to challenge the Cinnabar Gym next—and then the instant we set foot in Pallet Town, they take off in this direction? Sorry if they're bothering you."

"They are not, no." She still sounds moderately confused. "I was under the impression that Absol tended to look... rather different? I know of others..."

"Oh, nice, you must have seen a shiny!"

"A... that is not the shiny coloration, then?"

"Ha, no." The trainer reaches down to scratch his Absol's head. "Blade here is a completely normal Absol."

"Oh." Maria's brow furrows. "I see. My apologies—"

"Hey, if you're not challenging him to a battle, I am," Silver says, stepping into view with a Pokéball in hand. "Battle me."

The trainer makes a startled noise. "I, uh—sure, yeah, I'm down. Blade?"

Blade the Absol has not stopped staring at Maria since retreating to sit on their trainer's feet. They blink at last, then tear their gaze away and pull themself up, shaking their fur out.

The video ends.]

[xryosakeyx]

Anyways, here's some random sketches related to the fic I finally can get around to posting 'cause it's a bunch! (These span from about three months, so yeah...) They don't really lean into heavy spoiler territory, so I thought it'd be safe to post them!

^Blawsth's champ (name's Lucille, if anyone cares...). First sketch is from earlier today and it's supposed to be of him in his youth. If you've read chapter one already, a specific detail that was made was that the Pokémon Ash is looking for pops up every thirty years or so, and let me tell you, a whole bunch of stuff happened within that time lol. The rest of the sketches were made in June, so I haven't drawn him in a good while. His whole thing was that I based him on shock-rockers and his backstory does take influence from that subset of performers. That comic in the last pic kind of gives ypu the idea of it, and that is if you can even read my stupidly tiny handwrit–

Okay, y'know what? Let me decipher it:

JAKE: You don't get it Ash, Lucille was banned from performing 'cause he went overboard!

ASH: Oh, really?

JAKE: That and he's the champ!

PIKACHU, as a tiny blob thing on Ash's shoulder, turning his back away from the camera as he sees a weird goth-thing from the distance: Pi.

JAKE: Ah! There he is, great eyes Pikachu! Lu-cille! Sign my autograph, please!!!

Alright, satisfied?

^Some gym leader stuff. First sketch is supposed to be of a double-battle gym where one specializes in water and the other with fire. Their main motif is that they're supposed to be treasure hunters, so their Pokémon are very agile in combat as they bounce back from one another. I'm still trying to work on their outfits a little, but their masks are supposed to be based on their aces which are (of course) more fakmons! Their names (right to left) are Lenny and Hans.

Second was two sketches I did of the grass specialist, Vendanna, who is an actor known for her stunts. The main challenge in her gym is the various status effects her Pokémon can create (mostly poison), so trainers should watch out!

Third is Lizzie who is supposed to be a ghost specialist. She tends to be very introverted, only popping up whenever the supernatural bells ring, but her Pokémon are the complete opposite and love getting other's nerves. I based her off trad-goth stereotypes because I feel like they're very underespresented in media, but yeah, she's basically Blawsth's personal "witch" and has more knowledge about the card game than most people (still unsatisfied with her boots though...). Also, her ears are pointed 'cause I felt like making them pointy :P

Also, BTW, these won't be the exact order of gym leaders Ash and co. have to deal with, I just felt like sharing them for now!

^Rivals. I unfortunately can't really share much of their story with you guys as their role leans into spoiler territory, so I'll keep it as brief as possible. First is named Cianna and seriously wants to be the The Very Best Like No One Ever Was™. Out of Blawsth of course. Alright, in all seriousness, as a childhood friend who had to move upstate years ago, she hoped to reunite with Miley, who is oddly very evasive towards her, which is quite sad because she never got around to say goodbye to her...And that is as much info I can actually share on the both of them as characters! Alright, onto the next one...

The second is named Urie and oh boy I seriously can not wait to finally introduce him to the story. If you can recognize who I nabbed his color pallete from, congratulations, you're still not really going any relevent story info until I actually write about it. Anyways, all you gotta know about this guy is that he has this smirk you just want to punch and he's annoyling very friendly, surprsingly enough. To an extent (I could only post this single sketch of him though as (A.) I was only going for the color pallet when it came to this set so I couldn't care less about the face... and (B.) I do have an entire page just dedicated to him because he's so absurd of a character to me, but unfortunately it's behind another page filled with sharpie sketches and if you guess anything from the third pic, it likes to bleed through a lot).

Third is Luka and not only is she a coordinator hailing from Unova but she also participates in gym matches as well! She also oddly wants Ash to step away from his companions, for some reason...Yeah, gotta keep things hush-hush, lol. Other than that, she's a very snarky individual, some might even compare her to an Ekans. Others...a more sinister Pokémon...(anyways, say hi to Lizzie again at the bottom corner! She's selling her a doll that doesn't even work, LOL!) (Also, I imagine this one with a Joisey accent!)

Anyways, that's as much as Tumblr will let me post without going over the image limit, so I'll go follow up with this post tomorrow! Your SOTD has been brought to you by, once again, Specimen! I keep thinking of this song in paticular when it comes to contest ideas, especially considering Blawsth's whole culture going a little bit overboard with it ever since Lucille was banned from performing.

[racketballz]

From google: “Seasonal color analysis is a system that takes our skin tone, natural eye tone, and hair color and formulates the best color palette for us based on those factors”

Its one of those Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter thing. I thought you might know about it since you put your ppg/rrb in outfits that fits with their respective undertones pretty well

Oh! I know what you’re talking about Then yeah kinda! I don’t do it based on the that seasonal thingy but it’s very similar to a color theory test (they’re basically the same thing probably) like how you would formulate a wardrobe based on you’re undertone I do that with all of them!

Like I don’t put bubbles in dark colors often because pastels makes her look brighter and buttercup Wears a lot of dark colors or neutrals but she usually has one pop of color in there (it is usually red or green) and blossom is kinda like….wears a lot of pinks(ofc) reds and yellows! Sometimes if I’m feeling frisky I’ll put like a light purple.

The boys are interesting because I think I have to work harder for them almost the girls are a little more intuitive.

like boomer I don’t know if I have a full grasp on him yet I do end up shoving him in royal blues but any blue is okay! but he would look good with like olives and BRIGHT yellows like he to me is a very saturated fella

Butch on the other hand is like SUPER DARK PALLET BLACK HE wears alot of BLACK and unsaturated greens I don’t think I would put him in anything that’s not black, white(which is a stretch because I didn’t think I’ll even do that) green or gray…red/yellow is okay as long as it’s faded. He is not allowed to wear a bright or neon green either that is reserved for buttercup 😊🫵

Brick is the most …….monotonous…I think similar to blossom he wears red and then….more red and then maybe brown that’s orange or red cast the occasional blue tinted brown for slight contrast. It’s all like this very underwhelming red too I think because he has such piercing eyes and he’s extremely orange it’s not necessary I want him to look like he’s trying to be a Normal human being in disguise a little but he’s not doing a good job

[yesyourstalker]

Taka:......................................................................

Neta:....................................*sigh*.............................

Taka:.............. So... uhhhh..... is that a new suit?..... It's really nice.......

Neta: I bought it today at the mall after you texted me last night................................

Taka:Soft color pallets........didn't know you like that

Neta: can't wear black all the time......

Taka..... Is that blue or purplish?...... .......

Neta: It's periwinkle

Taka: oh ok......... It's different. You have right to experiment..... Your tattoos are back though....... that's good........it was kind of strange seeing you without them what did you do to make him disappear like that?

Neta: took some of my daughter's makeup..........

Taka: Right right. I forgot you had you had a .............kid

Neta: is that okay? Is it something wrong with that?

Taka: NO! um yes!..... Yes.... it's...... I'm - I have no problem with you having a kid. Maybe I can meet her sometime......

Neta: I don't think we're at that stage-

Taka: Right! right! You're right you're so right. I'm sorry, boundaries........*sigh*...................

Neta:...........................................................

Taka:....... I think one of your piercings fell out

Neta: No I took it out. I just want the one I Just thought having more than one was a little too much

Teka: yeah, that's fine................................ Can I ask?......... Why are you changing? How you look? You look great before and you look great now I'm not saying that you don't look good it just it's a rastic change...

Neta: I don't know. I didn't really think about it until I had that bank meeting and I had to cut my tentacles. I was so scared of looking in the mirror thinking I wouldn't recognize myself. Believing that I would be looking at a stranger in the mirror......... fearing that I've lost my identity... but that didn't happen...............I saw myself. I really liked how I looked....... It wasn't crazy or over the top. It was just a simple cut.......... But it was still me........ It was still Neta not just a number....................... Since I was 14 I had to look uniform like everyone else in my Splatoon. black top, black pants, boots and red hair. Nothing stuck out...... We all have to look the same... To intimidate our enemies and let them know that we fight as one......... If one of us dies, another one will take its place......... and when one of us did die we wouldn't know who it was until we got home......... That's what they really wanted.

and when I finally got out I guess I just went nuts. I dyed my tentacles, shaved them, cut them, grew them out. I started to get piercings and tattoos. I wanted to look different and stand out as much as I could......... And I wanted to prove to myself that I was an individual and that I wasn't this pawn, this object to be controlled ................. I guess I don't need to prove that to myself anymore....... I know who I am............. I guess I'm healing. I don't know........ Wearing platform boots and a denim vest gets hot in the summer..........

Taka:....................................... Ok............cool........

Neta: .............*sigh*......... taka...... I think we-

Taka: I think we should see other people!........... It's just......... You're a lot........... and...... you're kind of a chore to be with sometimes..... .. I should have listened when you yelled at me at the store......... I thought being with someone that looks like You would be fun.....but it's not. You're moody, you're irritable, you rarely want to do anything. You're quick to anger. You're just a bummer to be around. Like you just.........*sigh*..... when you said daddy issues I thought that meant you were a touch starved or something. I didn't expect it to be you crying in bed because your dad didn't call you like he promised. Then you say shit like what you just said! I don't know how to respond to that! I didn't expect all of......... this. It's too much and it's not worth it. You're not worth it. Oh shit that was mean...........I'm sorry Neta..... I have to go.

Neta:.............................................................. Hey ikkan. Do you think you can book a last minute flight here to have dinner with me?.......... Yeah................ He kind of hurt my feelings..... but I'll get over it.... ok....... am I a burden?.......... No he said I was a chore but that's just another word for burden.................................... thanks babe.....I love you too......I'm at la homard at table six.. bye

............*sigh* I'm okay. Everything's okay. I didn't love him... and the sex was mediocre.......I'll have a quick and quiet cry at the table and I'll be fine...........Excuse me waiter! I'd like to have my check separate. Yes and that gentleman over there coming out of the men's room is planning on dining and dashing..... Oh! Do you think you can get me more of the shrimp dip and ..... small plate of the artichoke spinach squid puffs please.. take your time with it. There's no rush....... for dessert I'd like chocolate lava cake and a carrot cake to go please yes that'll be on my check. Thank you.

Next day

Mahi: you didn't say anything. You didn't tell him off. You just let him say that and walk away!!!!???

Neta: yeah.... I guess it was a little bit in shock I mean I shouldn't have been....... I knew he was just dating me for my body and my appearance, but you know I didn't expect him to actually say all that...... He was such an asshole..... the minute I showed any sort of vulnerability. He always shut down and treated my problems as an inconvenience to him......... I slept over at his place one time. I had a very vivid night terror..... the kind where you wake up in a cold sweat you don't know where you are........ I was just shaking and hyperventilating and shit ........... And I'm trying to calm down and he just........ uh.. I knew he wasn't asleep!....... he makes this terrible noise when he sleeps cuz he sleeps with his mouth open. It's fucking gross! He stopped suddenly. He just laid there and....... did nothing to help me......... a moment when he could have actually shown that he "loved" me he pretended to be unaware of it................. Then he acted like it never happened the next day................... fuck...................................*sigh* good riddance

Mahi: Neta....... That...... that's .... That's fucking terrible... I know you're going to say no but I'm going to ask anyway

Neta: you don't need to kick his ass....

Mahi:oh come on why not!?

Neta: I'll tell you when we close

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

[lemonjestercoffee]

Could you elaborate on what exactly is glaringly off?

-Halara's color pallet, but specifically the yellow. -Makoto's hair not covering his forehead at all and making him look like he has a 6-head -Number 1's grey ass skin and the same fucking ugly yellow that's on Halara -all of the fucking Mystery Phantom's everything is royally jacked -the way Desiuhiko's outfit lays on him makes him look extremely weird, it's even more noticeable in the art book -Aphex's hat? mask? thing?? what is that??? -the way that most of the train gang are wearing that same ugly as fuck uniform that i hate and reworked on Yuma -Melami's lashes are insanely distracting -Servan. i don't think i need to explain this one.

these are just the ones i have distinct gripes with, there a ton more where i can't put my finger on it but something their designs hurt the character designer within me, and even these also have other issues i can't pinpoint without breaking down their designs

oh yeah -everyone's skin tones are not only pale, but they're pink to purple- which is not a normal fucking skin tone range

[talimlbcnart]

Fiquei muito feliz em conhecer seu trabalho e saber que temos outros brasileiros (já que a maioria que encontrei que falavam português eram de Portugal), eu amei muito sua arte e forma de construir a narrativa, mal posso esperar para o próximo capítulo de Miraculous Bnha.

Mas eu queria te perguntar, como você cria as comics, pois eu tenho planejamento de uma, mas é minha primeira vez, e bem... é melhor pedir dicas para quem está mais acostumado com isso. Pode responder em inglês se preferir.

Aww, thank you <3. (Eu vou responder em Inglês já que a maioria dos meus seguidores não falam Português).

To be fair, I don't know if you meant to ask like how I come up with ideas or how I draw the panels for the comics and such. So I'll try to answer both.

Coming up with Ideas:

Usually when I start a comic I think about it for some time, I come up with some scenes I'm my head first (and the basic "lore" for it if its an AU) and just have fun imagining different scenarios. Most of the time I take inspiration from other people's ideas or even my everyday experiences.

When its a long comic tho (SuAU, RoommatesAU, etc.) I prefer to write it on my phone. The dialog, describe the scene. It's not always that I can sit down and draw it, so I prefer to write it so I don't forget my ideas.

Drawing:

This is the most fun but also difficult part. My best advice is: have fun with it.

Try diferent angles, use as much reference as you want, take inspiration from other artists's comics and styles.

You don't have to make it perfect on the first try, that's why we make sketches. Sometimes I sketch 6 pages in a row and keep all of it, sometimes I change 70% of it. I love sketching, its a fun and quick way to put your ideas in the paper without having to worry if looks good or not.

When doing panels, pay close attention to what yours caracthers are doing. If they are waving in a panels the next one they should be in the middle putting their hand down. This helps the reader to not get lost on what is happening.

That's why I don't like to re-use panels, I feel like it takes the reader out of the story and make them remember "oh yeah, this is just a drawing."

Immersive Scene:

Another thing I love to do is incorporate simple day to day behaviors in the caracthers. I like to imagine my comics as just a bunch of screenshots. The action is happening and you're trying to take pictures of it. Think about how you and the people around you would act if put in the scenarios the caracther's you're drawing are.

Exemple: Two caracthers are having a conversation and one isn't paying attention. How do I show that to the reader? Maybe they have their head resting on their hand, looking away from the caracther who's speaking. Maybe they are playing with something or checking their phone.

Another thing I try to pay attention to is the background. Are the surroundings important to the story?

If yes, try to draw some background so the readers know where the caracthers are. Is it night or day? Are they inside or outside?

First Exemple: my roommates au comic, I wanted to introduce the audience to their apartment, so I'm made sure the FIRST panel was focused more on the background. Then some simpler panels after and the last one was to show their kitchen (that was covered in the first panel).

Second Exemple: My valentines day comic, I wanted to show that it was cold and they were outside but I didn't want to disctract people from Deku's face expressions and the fact that Shouto's jacket was too big for him. So I'm put light blue and white on the background and a bunch of snowflakes on top of everything else. It showed they were outside, it's was cold, and Deku's was tiny compared to his friend. I didn't have to draw an entire street for that, heck I didn't even draw panels on that one.

Painting:

Colors can add so much to your story. And it doesn't have to be lots of it either. Sometimes sticking with just one pallet can work to your advantage. It saves time and helps to convey the feeling you're going for.

It's a sad scene? Desaturated colors, mostly blues and purples.

A happy scene? Light yellows, greens and whites.

A warm, cozy scene? Light reds, yellows and oranges.

Watching some videos on color theory might help too, especially when doing shadows and stuff.

Anyway this is all I can think of. I hope it helped. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask, I'd love to answer them.

[drkineildwicks]

BH6 Snippets - 2/16/2023

More on that sequel to the Time-Travelling Obake AU, continuing that convo between Obake and Cass:

Cass looked pensive. “Think anything will help with those?”

“A frying pan to the head, maybe.”

“Something that won’t end in a concussion.”

“No clue, don’t sic the robot on me.”

“I mean Baymax is always an option,” she teased.  Sobered. “I don’t know, whenever the boys had a nightmare growing up they’d always either crawl into bed with each other or with me.”

He wondered if his expression was as repressive as he hoped, or if it was being colored by the various emotions flitting through him at the moment.  “Understand why that’s not an option, please.”

“Yeah yeah I know,” she said, waving him off—ha!  If she only knew, she’d have him out faster than you could say wait what. “Consider a stuffed animal or something like that.  Mochi, even.”

Mochi being the cat that was currently wending his way around their legs.  “I’ll think about it.”

Something in her expression told him this was going to be revisited, either verbally or just through a stuffed animal showing up on his pallet one night—went back to picking at his mochi (the food, not the cat), eventually yawned, this wasn’t when he wanted to get up and after everything came to a head his brain had basically hit the wall at eighty and he was still picking up the pieces.

“You know, I’ll be nice and let you sleep on the couch,” she offered.  “Give you a reprieve from Tadashi’s snoring.”

Oh he would hate that.  “So you agree Tadashi snores.”

“I mean we all know it, we’re just nice and don’t say anything.”

Huff, finish up and head for the couch with a grateful nod—felt himself being tucked in after a few minutes of laying there with a blanket and pillow.  It was awkward, it was weird, she wouldn’t be doing this if she knew the truth about him.

But at the same time, he could appreciate it, be glad for it.  Deep sigh as Mochi came up and curled up next to him….

Fell into a dreamless sleep, at least until Tadashi woke up and started griping about him being on the couch again.

Obake is under the impression that Cass won’t take his whole backstory well and we’re not sure that he’s wrong.

[thewildwaffle]

A Capella

I'm hoping the writing block I've been slogging through the past two months is lightening up and I'll get to some more of the prompts I've been sent!

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"We’re on a time crunch people! I need everyone to step it up if we’re going to get this all together in time for the ceremony!” Sevahn marched stiffly through the bustle of his crew as they rolled in large boxes of decorations and gear, strung garlands of flowers across the banquet hall, and laid wires, cords, and ropes for the laser light shows and entertainment equipment.

He eyed their efforts scrutinously and made sure everything lined up with the charts in his claws. This was easily the biggest client he’d ever been hired by, and he would be flarged if tonight wasn’t absolutely perfect for them!

“Bexts, those merkel blossoms are not the right color! They totally clash with the color pallet I sent you.”

The tall silver kloxan in question stopped arranging the bouquets and stared blankly at him.

“Do your optics need to be reset?” Sevahn marched up to the robotic figure and pulled out a pallet card. “Look, these are far too light. Some of them are nearly white! I specifically asked for rich purples and reds. Swap them out, inject them with dye, or paint them if you must, just get me the right colors within the next 15 mentiks!”

Without another word, Sevahn spun on his heels and was off to inspect the stage setup. Several crew members and techs were darting between various marks and consoles. By the looks of things, the hanging microphones and lights were just about ready. Techs were also laying wires for a couple microphones sitting on stands at the front of the stage. They were a bit obsolete (technology and usage-wise) what with the hanging mics, but some of tonight's featured vocal performers had specifically requested them.

Speaking of which…

“Has anyone heard anything from the humans?”

A booka tech by the name of Nuree perked her whiskers, “Oh yeah, I’ve heard them before! Last cycle I set up for one of their concerts on Vituka 4. They didn't use any instruments, but you wouldn’t know that if you were only listening! They were amazing!”

A few other on the crew chuckled a bit, and the Nuree’s fur flickered and reddened a bit as she realized everyone was listening.

“I meant, has anyone heard from the humans’ whereabouts? They were supposed to be here already for rehearsals.”

“They’re in the back,” a toanoaktree mumbled out slowly as they reached up to adjust the high-hanging mics. “I believe they said they were going to arrange a ‘green room’ and unpack their gear.”

With a curt nod and a short “thank you,” Sevahn was on his way to search for the humans. He’d worked with other groups of human performers before. Several of his recent clients had been caught up in the human craze that seemed to be spreading through the galaxy. Everyone wanted to hire them- security companies, shipping unions, exploratory associations, art and science guilds, and on and on.

The entertainment industry was, by no means, any different. Humans, as it turns out, love to perform and have a wide array of interesting talents. Sevahn had planned parties where humans had been hired to do anything from singing, dancing, playing instruments, swinging from elevated platforms in various acrobatic fashions, throwing multiple projectiles into the air, and “juggling” to keep them aloft, etc.

Eight cycles ago, there’d been a group hired by the Magensi Syndicate to perform what they called, “magic” at their yearly Harvest Festival. Sevahn had been busy with keeping other parts of the celebration running smoothly, but he’d been able to catch a few snippets of the show. There’d been some creative sleight-of-hand tricks that even Sevahn had to admit were pretty impressive.

The grand finale was by far the most… memorable. How by all that is bright and shining did the human sneak a “school bus” into the act and get it on stage without Sevahn or his crew knowing about it?! And what’s more- where the flarg did it disappear to after he removed the tarp?! He still hadn’t recovered from that.

Tonight’s ensemble of humans, however, was a singing group. Simple enough. There shouldn’t be any buses, school or otherwise, involved in their act.

Sevahn quickly found where the humans had set up their “green room.” It was less of a room and more of a partially sectioned-off alcove. It looked like someone hung up some cloth partitions as curtains to add a bit of additional privacy. He could hear them talking and laughing as he approached. He rustled the makeshift curtains a bit to alert them of his presence before he entered.

“Come in,” one of the voices called out.

As Sevahn dipped through the curtains, he quickly took in the surroundings. The six humans were spread out and pulling equipment and packages from various bags and wheeled boxes.

“Hello, welcome,” Sevahn looked around to try to identify the manager, Marisol, whom he had spoken to earlier on a comm call. She had her back to him at first, handing out small wrapped packages to the others.

“Ah, Akeno Sevahn, a pleasure to meet you face to face,” Human Marisol turned and stood to greet him with a short bow of the head and hand on her chest. Sevahn paused for a bit. He was used to greeting humans in their various methods, but this was the first one had greeted him in Austral Akeno fashion.

He blinked in surprise for only a mentik before returning the gesture. “It’s a pleasure to have you here with us. My team and I are at your disposal. What can I help with first to get you all set up for tonight’s performance?”

“Where’s the nearest water dispenser?” One of the humans, a tall male with a deep voice asked.

Sevahn gestured behind himself. “Just around the corner next to the catering station.

The human nodded thanks and left in that direction carrying a large empty bottle. Sevahn looked expectantly at the others.

“What time do I need to have everyone ready for mic checks?” Human Marisol smiled.

Sevahn smiled back automatically then pulled back his shoulders to attention. “Any time you’re ready,” He needed to keep a professional stance and tone. “Our first guests aren’t set to arrive for another four moorts, so there’s no rush. Our sound techs just ask that you allow them to set levels for each instrument individually, and afterward, Biert, our stage manager will come by to schedule instrument trades or swaps if you need.”

“Oh,” Human Marisol’s eyes widened a bit as her head tilted slightly to the side. She looked to the other humans in the room who all kind of chuckled quickly under their breath. “I don’t think that will be necessary. We won’t be swapping instruments.”

“You… uh, you… what?” Sevahn frowned. He looked around for instrument cases he could point out.

There weren’t any. None that he could see or recognize at least. The humans watched him with varying levels of amusement slipping into their features before Marisol broke Sevahn’s confused silence. “I thought you knew… we discussed it on the comms? We’re an a capella group?” She gestured to the others in the room who were now all smiling very widely, a few had to cover their mouths to hide laughter.

A capella. Sevahn remembered her saying that. He remembered it being said by others. There are so many different kinds of music that humans perform, he just assumed it was just the name of a particular style among so many others. He glanced around the room once again. No instruments. Is that what a capella meant? Not completely unusual, he supposed, he’d seen performances where singers would carry on parts of or even entire songs without the use of instruments. But to have an entire performance on this scale with no accompaniment? Surely not.

“I apologize for the misunderstanding,” Sevahn could feel the scales in his face warm slightly as the humans continued to try to not laugh at him. “I must admit I am not entirely familiar with the concept. Do you, uh, do you have pre-recorded music to perform with? I can personally make sure that gets to the sound techs right away.”

The curtain rustled and the human from before returned with his bottle now full of water from the dispenser. “Woah, look out! Sorry!” He nearly lost his balance trying to avoid running into Sevahn.

With their attention no longer focused solely on Sevah, a few of the other humans pulled out equally large bottles. One held theirs out expectantly with a huge toothy grin. Sevahn nearly flinched at the display, but he remembered that humans sometimes bare their teeth like that when they’re happy.

“What?” the recently returned human mockingly scoffed at the proffered bottle. “Your legs broken? You heard the director, the dispensers just around the corner. Get off your lazy butt!”

The responding sound was one Sevahn was not used to hearing. It was some sort of long drawn-out whine, stretching down in pitch then curling back up with some sort of broken, growly note. The others laughed at it. Sevahn stared straight ahead, mouth slightly pursed. Humans made a wide, wide range of sounds, hence the hired group in front of him, but he hoped that sound was not part of their show.

Marisol shook her head as her band broke into teasings and joking negotiations for water. She pulled Sevahn aside and smiled at him. He couldn’t help but instantly smile back. His scales warmed a little bit again.

“We’ve got our music sorted,” she explained over the din of her band. “No instruments, just us. Biert’s got our song list. We have a few things to unpack in here and we’ll be ready for a mic check and run through in about five moortiks, if that’s alright?”

Sevahn blinked a bit, then nodded his head. “Alright,” he straightened his posture again and gave a nod before heading for the curtained exit, “I will inform Biert. She’ll get you sorted with that when you’re ready. Let her or myself know if there’s anything else you need.”

“We appreciate it, thanks,” Marisol nodded politely as he left. As soon as the curtain settled behind him, he could hear her voice change as she turned to her band and began giving orders and try to wrangle them back onto the task.

What an odd group. He wondered if it was actually the same group Booka Nuree claimed she saw perform on Vituka 4. In any case, they were the group that the client had hired tonight, so at least someone must like their instrument-less performance.

The rest of the setup ran perfectly. Not that Sevahn would accept any less. Soon enough, the banquet hall filled with quests, welcoming remarks, and slightly overly-long speeches were given, guests of honor were recognized, and culinary masterpieces were distributed. Roaming entertainers were applauded as they wove through tables, performing tricks and feats, telling jokes, or showing off artistic displays.

And finally, the lights dimmed. Someone was speaking on stage and the guests began cheering. Sevahn didn’t notice at first, at the moment, he'd been pulled away to sort out a misunderstanding between the venue manager and one of the catering assistants. Having avoided a minor waste disposal crisis in the kitchens, Sevahn returned to the main banquet hall with a small sigh.

As he stepped into the large room, he immediately noticed all eyes in the hall were glued to the main stage. He paused. According to his schedule, this should be the main entertainment. Marisol’s a capella singers. He looked. Sure enough, there were five humans on stage, with a smiling Marisol in the wings, just barely visible from this angle, nodding her head to the beat of the song.

But what really shocked him was the song itself. They had no instruments. He was watching them with his own eyes and he could tell they had nothing accompanying them. But that’s not what his ears heard!

There were notes that sounded like they should be beyond human vocal cord capability. They ranged from bone-shakingly deep to cloud-piercingly high. There were rhythms, beats, and harmonies that came together like the humans were weaving the very sound waves into a stunning tapestry.

Sevahn closed his eyes to listen. He’d directed countless events where human musicians had performed. He enjoyed them with few exceptions. In all honesty, he actually was often too wrapped up overseeing various tasks or enacting the backup plans for failed backup plans to really enjoy the shows. But whenever he could get a moment of peace like this, he always stopped to savor the performances. And this one was one that seemed to have also everyone frozen to listen.

He’d never heard this song before. It was likely a human song, so it's unfamiliarity was not surprising. There was something about it though. It made him feel like he should start singing along. The words themselves sounded simple and easy to follow. They carried through and floated between notes like they were soaring.

He opened his eyes again, and for a moment, his brain momentarily protested at the visual evidence of there being only humans on the stage. Something about that felt exhilarating. He could have sworn he could hear a kloxan flute, or maybe an orchestral barelt, but his eyes told him otherwise.

He knew he couldn’t stand here all night, as much as he wished he could. There was always something that would call for his immediate attention and pull him away. For now, though, not a soul seemed to be doing anything but listening and watching. After a while, Sevahn could start to make out which sounds were coming from which human. The tall male who had first gone to fill his water bottle earlier was the one creating the resonating bass notes. He couldn’t tell which of the two humans to his right were the ones carrying the main melody. It was mesmerizing to watch and hear.

As the humans finished the song, the effects of its spell over the audience slowly came undone. Sevahn joined in with all the applause. He felt silly now about being so apprehensive before, and yet at the time, it seemed so reasonable to question how humans could perform an entire show without a single instrument. As it turns out, humans can make themselves into their own instruments just fine. He wondered just how many sounds they could learn and mimic to incorporate into their music.

As the cheering died down, the humans began their next song. Sevahn forced himself to move on to make his rounds through the banquet hall, listening as he went. He recognized this song. It was a popular ballad throughout the central systems. This time, the humans were really laying it on thick how much their voices could imitate a multitude of instruments. He had to turn his head several times as he walked to make sure they hadn’t pulled out a set of strings or percussions. They of course hadn’t, but instead started moving around the stage with a well-choreographed routine.

He paused once again to watch. Maybe it would be fine to just take a break a while longer and enjoy this surprising show. After all, at this point, the entire banquet hall could burn down, but as long as the humans could finish their show, tonight would still be considered a success.

He hoped he directed more large events like this in the future where Marisol's group would be hired again.