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art development !!
i started doing digital art in 2013 but the template starts at 2015 hehe
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my essaying about my digital art journey below!!
2015 - i was very immersed in the soul eater community! i kept doing resbangs and making friends, and i love doing AUs, specifically soul & maka centric. this is the HTTYD AU where soul is the dragon!
2016 - yes this is Little Things PH's OCs that i did back in the day! i love their lil guys so much i had to make fanart. this was the art i gave to Ate in person!!
2017 - i drew a lot more pokemon this time ! idk why i didn't draw more of it digitally before. i had too much soul eater brainrot lmao. so i combined them! behold contestshipping x soma AU
2018 - this was the time when i got into K-pop! specifically Monsta X haha, i got more interested in doing fashion, especially for male characters~ (and i had to draw my beloved agenda, somakid)
2019 - my bias from MX, Minhyuk on a whale with Minggom! this was made for an artbook that was sent to him! i hope he got to see this along with my tiny message ;; i delved more into a new tiny chibi art style here
2020 - i drew way too much during this year and it led me to impossibly high standards for my art to this day //sobs. i redrew my Your Lie in April AU fanart and i really think i improved so much….. i went out of my comfort zone to really draw the background and the piano
2021 - genshin brainrot started here !! i was trying to find my style even more, and i love kokomi's color palette. i remember looking at 10x references and combining them into this specific pose in the fanart. i still think to this day this is one of my personal favorite art pieces of all time
2022 - another personal favorite art piece (and something my friend aura and a commissioner personally loved!), i was practicing on drawing men since i wasn't confident, but seeing how this turned out made me want to keep going ❤️
2023 - the latest maka & kid piece that i made! they are so precious to me. i love trying out new poses and dynamics, and i tried changing their outfits a bit more to highlight that i wanna try new fashion stuff ^^; i'd like to say it was a job well done ngl
2024 - and finally, a recent piece that i'm most proud of, and shows a lot of my art style (and i drew the background from scratch!). i redrew an old comic panel from a now discontinued comic, but i feel like i improved so much in terms of rendering, coloring, and anatomy!!
#art improvement#art development#digital art#fan art#0716_2024#soul eater#little things ph#monsta x#genshin impact#pokemon#how to train your dragon#your lie in april#shigatsu wa kimi no uso
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first draft of my art for @soundofez‘s last resbang ✨✨✨
dfsghfgjg I still love this AU to death 😭 someday I will complete the second part ghjdjhgkhg
the finished 1st Art
#soul eater#resbang 2019#we fill the skies#zi draws#even tho there's many changes since the first draft#I still love this height chart so much wwww
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RHYTHM & BALANCE by @redphlox
[ao3 link] [ff.net link]
this year I had the pleasure of working on Julie’s Cowboy Bebop AU! You can’t have Cowboy Bebop without Tank, so I knew I had to do my own homage. I am so happy to have had the opportunity to work with Julie on this fic, she is such a hugely talented writer!! 💖
see Julie’s post here!
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[ C o u n t t o E i g h t ] SOUL EATER Resonance Bang 2019 @resbangmod
Written by dearest nicest funniest @infantbluee and partner in crime: @mnnart / @maevenneverland‘s majestic comic Warnings: angst, smut, canon-typical violence, hell of emotions, you will cry alot, pls prepare box of tissues.
Read it here: ffn // ao3
KEEP READING FOR SEMI-NSWF ART! [ contains scene from the fic ] and my dumb comment...
Listen up. I promise you will experience hell of emotions. I’ve been a soma trash since forever and I couldnt be happier when Im paired up with those two. Auri is a total goddess, she and I complaint alot but I admire her hardwork somuch. Chloe is my angst soulmate and we have alot in common and we cried alot. Also I found new home in @infantbluee‘s discord family. They are all just crazy hilarious and the list can go on and I believe I should stop cuz Im not good with words. I know you’ve read the summary. Just push the link!
Read it here: ffn // ao3
:D Enjoy! These are all from fans to fandom! Presented by me, Chloe and Auri!
Read it here: ffn // ao3
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Legacies and Nightmares
Story by @maka-tsubaki Art by me and @tanji-bro
Link to story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21925678
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title: count to eight
summary: in another timeline, maka is killed on the moon and the world descends into madness. five years later, a reclusive soul stumbles across a girl who claims to be his dead best friend.
pairing: soul/maka
rating: explicit
warnings: angst, smut, canon-typical violence, sort of love triangle (though not really because it’s just between maka and two souls)
links: ao3 // ffn
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oh my gosh, this is my second resbang fic ever and i still can’t believe i got so lucky! this year i was paired with the amazing, brilliant, hilarious, and adorable @ochako999 and @maevenneverland who had a full-time job making me laugh-cry over their shenanigans while also making GORGEOUS art for my fic. (links can be found here and here respectively.) please excuse me while i sob over their talent for the next 84 years because they are perfect.
even more hugs to my ridiculous discord family for keeping me insane, as well as all the other wonderful people i’ve met on tumblr, twitter, and even just by exchanging reviews on fanfics! there’s a reason i’ve been so glad i joined this fandom and it’s because of every single one of you that make it so warm <3
please enjoy the short excerpt below!
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It’s surprisingly cold this year.
Soul blows into his hands, rubbing his palms together to retain warmth. Normally he can escape Kid’s annual Christmas party and hide out in the gardens without any sort of penalty, but apparently Mother Nature decided she was bored this holiday season and wanted to take a turn punishing the antisocial hermit.
That, or she’s calling him a coward.
It’s probably that last one.
“Hiding already?” a familiar voice calls. “This must be a record.”
Holding back a grimace, Soul maintains a blank expression as he turns his head to see his girlfriend approach him along the cobblestone path.
She’s too pretty to be real in this setting, surrounded by glazed tree branches and the twinkling lights strung all over to make up for the blackened moon. Wearing a dress like that with her hair so long and loose, she might as well have “serenade me, you coward” plastered all over her forehead.
“Idiot, you’re going to get frostbite,” he scolds instead, already scowling as he shrugs off his suit jacket to drape over her shoulders. “What are you thinking, coming out here without a coat on?”
Maka smiles sweetly. “I was thinking my weapon always takes care of me.”
Stupid. He thinks the word twice, both times so pathetically filled with affection. “Did Kid send you to hunt me down?” he asks. “I swear I was gonna go back inside. Continue wooing those foreign emissaries or whatever the hell he expects me to do. I just needed a break.”
“Nah, it’s fine. It’s Christmas; he doesn’t expect you to spend the whole time working.” Her eyes twinkle. “Besides, I already handled it. The dignitaries love me.”
He snorts. “Of course they do.”
“Hey, one of us has to be doing our jobs right,” she teases.
“Suck-up.”
“I prefer the term eager to please.”
Soul is incredulous. “How the hell did you manage to find the one phrase that’s dirtier than suck-up?”
Her smile is angelic. “It’s a talent.”
He responds with a growl as he nuzzles his face against her skin, his hands sliding under the jacket he covered her with to trace the artfully exposed curves underneath.
“Soul, stop!” she giggles. “We can’t do it out here. It’s cold.”
“So keep me warm then,” he grumbles. “And anyway, is that really the first thing you worry about when I’m trying to cop a feel? Not ‘oh, someone might catch us’ or ‘what if your dick shrunk too much in this weather for me to feel it?’”
This time when she laughs, he hides his own smile against her skin. She doesn’t stop him, letting her head fall back with a sigh as he presses kisses along the base of her neck. Even when it’s this cold, she’s so soft. It’s really unfair. He’s seen her moisturizing routine. She hasn’t done anything to deserve this level of silky perfection.
“Soul,” she gasps when he nips particularly hard at her throat. Her hands grip at his shirt, desperate, and he decides that maybe getting a little dirty on a garden bench wouldn’t be the worst thing after all.
But then the lights flicker.
That in itself wouldn’t have been enough to tear his mouth away from her skin, except that it’s accompanied by a deep tremble beneath the earth which causes Soul to stumble into his meister. She catches him, always so impressively steady on her size-five-hidden-by-giant-boots feet, and the speed at which she goes from horny girlfriend to calculating meister is seriously impressive.
And hot. Really hot.
Soul’s never been as adept at switching off his hunger as she is.
“A pre-kishin attack?” she asks with a frown as they rush back towards the party. It’s been a long time since they’ve encountered a pre-k without actively hunting one, and even longer since one has existed within the walls of their city.
“Maybe a demon,” Soul guesses. They’re also rare these days, but they still exist. Though the Witch Treaty has significantly put a damper on their confidence.
As they approach the mansion, they can already hear a commotion brewing. Plenty of shouts, glass shattering. A horrifying, almost unearthly slithering sound as fluid shadows spill out of the windows like overflowing bath water. They pick up their pace.
When they finally burst into the room, they’re horrified by the sight in front of them.
“Kid!” Maka cries.
The chandelier is history, now scattered around the dancefloor in a million tiny little pieces. The decorations are torn; the tables cracked and thrown about. The civilian guests have all been ushered to the sides of the room as several witches hold up a barrier to keep them safe, but the real terror is the enormous entity in the middle of the room that seems to have no problem fending off the advances of half a dozen meisters.
It’s like nothing Soul’s ever seen before, even during the worst of the war. A giant, oozing ball of shadowy flesh with these sharp, jerking limbs that regenerate and extend from its body whenever someone tries to attack it.
Accompanying it is this smell, putrid and awful—but even worse are the low, chittering moans coming from its repulsive form, over and over and over again, filling the room like a sickening hum.
“Maakaa. Maaaaaaaakaaaa.”
Soul feels his blood run cold.
Kid, who is currently trying to hold back several of its limbs from further attacking the civilian barrier, jerks his head up at her call for him, his face flashing with horror. It’s obvious how long the creature must’ve been moaning her name by the intensity of the reaper’s panic.
“Maka, get back!” he screams.
In the same moment, she gasps as Soul tackles her to the side just in time to avoid getting pierced by a flurry of sword-like limbs. He then rolls and grabs her hand, jerking her to her feet as he starts off in a sprint, squeezing to get her attention. “Maka!”
“R-right!”
He shifts into weapon form just in time for her to swing him in defense. She manages to block two of them, slicing off three more, before being forced to jump back as another wave rushes at her. The monster seems to have forgotten about the others completely now that it has her in its sight, its several dozen eyes turning to train directly on her.
“I don’t understand,” she says as she blocks more of its attacks. “Why does it keep coming for me?”
“Doesn’t matter,” growls Soul. “I’ll die before I let it take you. The only priority now is to kill it.”
“But how?”
“To your left!”
She twists to the side, barely dodging the next stream of violent hands as they scrape off Soul’s blade. But instead of relief, he can feel her horror, because those same regenerative limbs that had just tried to rip into her heart somehow jerk to the side with enough force to shatter one of the barriers protecting the guests.
He hears Angela among the screams.
“Maka, no!” he cries out.
Too late. She flips over one of the creature’s arms to run against it, slicing at the others with a ferocity that would impress him in any other circumstance. At the end of her sprint, Maka dives, pushing Angela out of the way from an attack and twisting in a way that cushions the young girl’s fall.
Through their bond, Soul can feel the pain shoot up Maka’s spine and he cries out for her, demanding to know if she’s hurt.
She forces a smile as she sits up. “I’m fine,” she lies terribly. She glances down at the young witch and looks relieved that she’s unharmed.
Before she can say anything else, she’s yanked away so quickly that Soul is literally whipped from her grip and clatters to the floor. He shifts back to human form in an instant, scrambling for her with a cry, but it’s too late.
The monster has Maka dangling by her ankle over its main form, the rest of its extensions retreating as well. Black Star and Kid both try to charge at it only to be swatted away like flies and held back with the pressure of mutated shadow limbs.
Then it does the worst thing possible.
It drops her.
“NO!” Soul screams.
It’s like a detonator is pressed. The moment Maka’s body is absorbed into its inky flesh, the creature begins to twitch a jerk violently, pulsing and moving so rapidly that even the meisters have no choice but to back up.
With a horrifying screech, it’s sucked into the earth through an invisible exit, like some sort of oversized blob of goo being sucked through a vacuum or forced down a drain. The whole fleshy monstrosity continues to be pulled through that tiny unseen gateway until it has completely disappeared from the ballroom. Gone.
And Maka along with it.
[ read more on ao3 or ffn! ]
#soul eater#soul x maka#soma#soul eater evans#maka albarn#resbang 2019#chloe writes#this was the most stressful forty-eight hours of my life and i am so glad we made it T___T
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Happy Resbang 2k19! This is my art for this year’s resbang. The fic is The Softest of Strings, written by the wonderful @witchrespector. You can read it here! There’s a lot of love put into it, be sure to check it out! It’s so well-structured and features characters that aren’t seen often in such detail, and I really loved getting to draw some gorgons.
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Social Cues
Hello and welcome to my 2019 Resbang offering!
Thanks first go to the mods and my first partner @mystery-shrouded, who had to put up with me for two straight years. Huge thanks as well to @guacamoletrash and @adonewithyou, my awesome partners for this year. All of you have been wonderful and encouraging and have put up with my crazy, last minute shenanigans. Please check out their amazing art accompanying this on my tumblr.
Thanks also go to the many amazing betas who lent their eyes and encouragement to my efforts over the long haul, and to the Sinister Sisterhood, who always cheer me up and on.
Love you all. Happy reading.
You can find the amazing pieces Mystie created to go with this fic here.
Or listen to the amazing playlist by Guac here.
Or view the equally awesome art by Adonewithyou here.
Finally, you can read this fic in full either on AO3 or FFN.
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Prologue 1: Missed Connection
His foot tap tap taps against cheap linoleum from his perch atop the closed toilet as he desperately tries to work towards nerve or calm or just saying fuck it and leaving outright, who the fuck knows? Soul sure as hell doesn't.
Why the hell had he agreed to this again?
She's really cool, Kilik had insisted. She loves jazz, too, maybe you'd hit it off. Couldn't hurt you to get out. Just show up, eh?
His ex-roommate had flashed a picture then, and Soul had said some inane thing while feeling absolutely nothing, and now here he is, hogging the dated, yellow, bachelor pad bathroom in a doomed attempt to get his shit together already.
A knock sounds at the door, the fifth or fiftieth, and a high voice asks, "Everything okay in there?"
"Occupied," he grits out for the dozenth time.
"Oh-kaaaay. Well, I really need to go, do you think you'll be done soon?"
"Gonna be awhile." It's half a grunt. He almost feels bad—she sounds a little desperate—but he can't quite bring himself to brave the perils of a blind date in the midst of a party, his worst nightmare made manifest, and he'd actually agreed to it like the flaming idiot he so clearly 's never even been on a date, yet here he is.
The girl on the other side of the door makes a noise of sheer frustration, but it's followed by heavy footsteps, so at least she's gotten the hint. Now to—do something. Maybe.
Gods, Wes must think he's fallen in. Well, that, or he's already managed to find his hook up of the evening and Soul will be left to his own devices. Not that he'd actually told his brother he's meeting someone, no fucking way. Wes is in town and bringing him had been his only option. He will never, on pain of death, admit that having his brother here is a mild comfort, no no no no no.
It's not like he's interested. He's never been interested. Soul doesn't date because there's never been anyone he's wanted to date. Romance, love, sex—it's all in his book of no thanks. Yeah, he knows he's supposed to want sex, knows the world thinks there's something wrong with him and maybe there is, but he just doesn't care. He flogs the snake when the mood strikes and that's that, no muss, no fuss, no gross spit to be exchanged.
The closest he's ever come to interest had been all of once, last year in a dive bar Kilik and Star had dragged him to. A chick in a short skirt, a long trench, and pigtails of all things had handed some rando his ass for daring to touch hers, then handed the guy's friend his ass in the bargain when he tried to step in. Watching her grind their faces under her combat boots before she was removed by the bouncer had been—well, interesting. Like he'd thought, hey, that's a girl he wouldn't mind talking to, even if she could definitely snap him in half.
Said girl has starred in a handful of dreams of the type he never thought he'd have, and that's that. That's the closest thing he's ever had to interest, a girl he watched kick fuck boi ass.
Maybe he is weird. Or broken. Something. Doesn't matter—right now he just needs a sliver of the type of nerve that girl had to make his way out of the damned shitter.
Soul really shouldn't have agreed to this, he just gets damned sick of his friends trying to hook him up and had thought, stupidly, maybe this would get them off his ass and, hell, he doesn't mind talking Jazz for a night.
Forcing himself off the toilet, he stands and looks in the mirror. The gray beanie is hiding his hair pretty well. Good. He looks relatively unapproachable in the worn band tee and flannel, the air of slacker wafting off his attire. Better. This way, he should be able to find her and then decide what to do next. Great. Perfect. Turning the faintly rusted knob for the faucet, he splashes a bit of cold water on his face as a reality check, wipes his face on his sleeve, and turns around. Time to commence operation what the fuck am I even doing.
Mercifully, no one is waiting outside the door as he opens it, white paint flaking from the worn edges of the doorframe as he pulls. He takes a few steps out and pointedly ignores the girl who charges past him, pigtails swinging in her haste to practically dive into the bathroom, in favor of scanning the room. It's loud, the press of bodies just ahead daunting, but the sooner Soul finds this Liz chick, the sooner he can suggest they maybe get some air. His eyes eyes continue to search the crowd, trying to separate the dizzying array of colors and limbs. Red. She should be in a red dress, her long blonde hair down, that's what Kilik said. Finding his brother is also acceptable, and maybe tall, pale blond in completely out of place designer slacks and a button up will be easier to spot.
Deep breath. Look again. Color, sound, light, smoke, the smell of pot and vomit and cheap booze. It's staggering. Nauseating. Sensory overload on every level. Soul has never been made for parties.
Ah!
His eyes zero in on a tall figure with a pale swath of hair against one wall. He'd recognize that overly neat hairstyle and overpriced shirt anywhere. Wes is pressed to the wall by another person, clearly having found his conquest for the evening. Or the other person's conquest. Whichever.
This time, it's a woman, with long blond hair and a slinky red dress.
Red. Dress.
His eyes scan the side of her face, or as much of it as he can see with her lips glued to his brother's mouth. The feeling of voyeurism is distinctly uncomfortable, but—
Shit. Shit. That is unmistakably the girl from the picture, Liz, who is equally unmistakably making out with his brother.
Fuck. His life. Leave it to his brother to hook up with the one blind date he's actually agreed to. The anger is completely unwarranted; truthfully, Wes is doing him a favor. But just—really?
What the fuck ever. He'd made Wes drive himself, so Soul heads for the door, relief and embarrassment and anger all wound up with the anxiety that cripples him. He doesn't need this shit.
Cool air hits his face and his head clears, relief washing over him. No more sensory overload, no more date, no more brother for the night. Good. Great.
Finding his bike, he gets on and speeds off, glad to leave behind yet another absurd act in the shit show he calls his life.
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#ProMa writes#Resbang 2019#Soul Eater Resbang 2019#Soul x Maka#soma#soul eater fanfic#soul eater fanfiction#Social Cues
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The Last Light - A Last Witch Hunter AU
A Last Witch Hunter AU. A plague wipes out over half of Norway’s population in the mid-1300’s. Maka and the last of able-bodied villagers travel to kill the Witch who let the sickness free. Cursed to live and watch her friends and family die, Maka is hailed as The Last Witch Hunter who kills demons, evil witches, and enemies of the living for centuries until she finds that the affiliation that was created to keep humans and cryptids safe has been infiltrated. Her friends are going missing, whole covens are being murdered, and Black Star won’t shut up. When she can’t figure out which parts of her are someone else, who will lead her back to humanity?
Oh. My. GOODNESS! This is my piece for the 2019 Soul Eater Resbang, and I was so incredibly lucky to work with the amazingly talented @nerdbo!! When the writer’s summaries went up for us to preview, I was immediately drawn to theirs. I ended up looking into what The Last Witch Hunter was, found out it was a movie, and rented it immediately. I was HOOKED, and knew I had to try and get them as my partner! <3
I went all out on this piece! Nerdbo is SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER; their writing style and story was so captivating, and I really wanted to match that energy. I tried my absolute best on this, and I’m really proud of how it turned out. Backgrounds, texture, movement and feel - I put my heart and soul and so many hours into this~
As always, a big shout out to @resbangmod for organizing everything again this year! And A BIG GINORMOUS shout out to Nerdbo for being the absolute BEST PARTNER EVER! It was such an honor to work with you, and I enjoyed our partnership every step of the way. We clicked so well and I seriously can’t gush about them enough!
You can find @nerdbo‘s fic HERE ON AO3 and HERE ON FF.NET!! PLEASE GO READ IT! It’s so, so unbelievably good! THERE’S SOME PARANORMAL GOODNESS, along with action, mystery, and my favorite - a good sprinkling of SoMa awesomeness ;)
#resbang 2019#soul eater#maka albarn#soul evans#soma#the last witch hunter#paranormal#seriously#this fic is so friggin good#and nerdbo is the best partner ever#GO READ THEIR FIC#soul is an adorable dork#an angry dork haha#maka is badass#like is literally a legend#the movie was pretty good too#like i really liked it#nicolesart
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Rhythm & Balance
hey, space cowpokes! i’m so excited to present this cowboy bebop au for resbang 2019 hosted by @resbangmod! please check out my super talented, witty, and patient artist partner @bbbutterfingers‘s beautiful art for this fic here! she really brought this whole au to life! i also want to thank @lunar--resonance and @soundofez for combing through this fic, helping me string coherent words together, and being my moral support. lmao. i love y’all!
warnings: cartoon/canon-typical violence and gore, possible major character death, weapons, smoking. summary: Maka swears to take justice into her own hands after her mama is murdered, but bounty hunting is a much more lonely and dangerous life than she expected. That is, at least until she partners up with a devil-may-care loner who goes by the nickname Eater. Together, the two chase blind leads across the Solar System through wild chases, gun fights, sting operations, and the occasional enemy-turned-friend. The handful of real clues they find, however, point toward death
read the whole fic on fanfiction.net or archiveofourown!
#soulxmaka#soul x maka#soul eater#maka albarn#soul eater evans#soul evans#souleater#resbang 2019#soul and maka#cowboy bebop au#redphlox writes
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That’s all they wrote!
Congratulations on another year of Resbang in the books, y’all!
When the dust settled, we had 26 collaborations submitted - that’s just incredible, seriously a round of applause. Go take a look at them, plus honorable mentions and late entries in the Jackpot thread.
Dunno what it was about this year (the mods are assuming Mercury’s been in retrograde since 2016), but it seemed like this was a doozy for everyone, including mods - we had a lot of folks drop out, or not finish in time (also mods included), and while yeah, that’s definitely a bummer, there’s absolutely zero shame in it. If you didn’t finish a story in time for posting, we still can’t wait to read it! There’s never an off season for writing and sharing your Soul Eater fics and art!
Thank you to all our new folks who took a chance on trying out Resbang, and who joined us on the Discord, and to all of our veterans who keep coming back year after year. We quite literally can’t do this event without you all, and we’re thrilled to be part of such a thriving Soul Eater community.
So, idk, really what we’re saying is y’all the real MVPs.
Give these collabs your love - kudos, comments, reblorbs; keep talking with us on Twitter or Discord, and tip your waiter on the way out if you’re so inclined.
We’ll see you next Resbang, space cowboys.
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MY HAND IS NUMB, BUT BOI IT’S SO WORTH IT
My art piece for Resbang 2k19, a guidebook for the glorious @soundofez ‘s We Fill The Skies (go read it, it’s beautiful and otherwordly!!) Yes, this is only the first part, part two will be posted after resbang ended
Big thanks for @resbangmod for the glorious modding and everyone in GW discord!
Part 1 / Part 2
#soul eater#resbang 2019#we fill the skies#zi draws#ox ford#Harvar d'Eclair#Jacqueline Du Pré#Kim Diehl
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two page comic for @lunar--resonance ‘s resbang 2019 piece, The Guide to Living Through the End of Everything (Or Something Like That). Y’all should definitely check it out here (AO3) or here (fanfic.net), because it’s amazing and it deserves all the love!
@rogha has also made an excellent companion piece for the fic (link here )!
Also, shoutout and thanks to @resbangmod for putting this event together and keeping everything and everyone on schedule, which is a massive undertaking! Thanks for a great resbang 2019, everyone! :D
#pomodoriart#resbang 2019#resbang2019#soul eater#se#the linework is a mess but the colors and layouts are ok! so im satisfied with this :3
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“ B l a c k B l o o d P i e r r o t ”
My take on SOUL EATER Resonance Bang 2019 @resbangmod Story written by @djangounchaine aka Metamorphic : Please read it [ here ] ( warning: adult content, character death, gore, and emotional manipulation )
- - - Crona is my favorite aestethic child and I had fun drawing them as a male here. It was fun to explore Kaguya too! I wanted to make a piece without giving spoiler to the story! Read it [ here ] !
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Possession - Resbang 2019
Maka Albarn is the best assassin in the Assassin’s Guild led by Franken Stein. They keep Death City in order right under the nose of King Death himself. Stein rules with an iron fist and what he says goes. When Maka and her partner, Soul, are sent on a strange mission to assassinate a high ranking official who isn’t acting normally, they realize there is an entire magical world hidden to them. This magical world is killing people, and Maka can’t be sure they’ll be able to save the city, let alone themselves.
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I had a wonderful time working on this story! It was so interesting and this scene was too good not to draw! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I have!
Happy Resbang!
Read the Story
Check out what the other artist has Created! (link soon)
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Standing before her, inside the mirror’s frame, is her reflection. It must have been at least 50 years since she last saw herself in anything more reflective than a beaker, but she doesn’t look all that different from before.
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my illustration for resbang 2019, for the fic How Deep Is Your Flesh! link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21881887!
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