#softboiled art

[those-rainbow-ninjas]

chase warmup HOLD ON GUYS HOLD ON. I GOTTA. JUST. HOLD O

[loservilleinspace]

wahtsup guys im. curentlyyyy avoiding my homework yet again. wanna see some of my cringetober art yes you do here ya go

[wodeworm]

113 Chansey, 242 Blissey, 440 Happiny

[albatris]

current covers one and two! nat and alex, alex and nat :3c

a manynumberst go at cover one and a first attempt at cover two, which I have been staring at way too long so idk man. idk. I changed font to something easier to read. enjoy!

and I am tagging my taglist again mwah hello

@transmasc-wizard @saturn-iidae @polyaubergine @tracle0 @goosemixtapes @valence-positive @the-one-who-makes-negative-noise @ambiguousfiction @afoolandathief @softboiled-doomdesire @mecharose @vellichor-virgo @flapuflapu @femme-gerard @multi-lefaiye @writeouswriter @itisi-asimplegay @constellationof0rion @writing-is-a-martial-art @starry-winter-skies @cream-and-tea @gailynovelry @lefttigerobservation @indecentpause @somealienquill @cannivalisms @violetfoxsketches @approximately20eggs @mohluskiepedard

[quitealotofsodapop]

Soft Boiled idea

There's a big competition coming up for the school. The first big show after New Years and Wukong is in attendance. Normally, parents wouldn't be allowed to speak to the judges for fear they'd try to rig the results, but Wukong manages to get his point across by speaking to the director.

Competition Direction, extremely nervous: Mr. Sun! It is an honor to meet a legend such as you you in the flesh! What can I do for you?

Wukong: Well, first, if your not going to call me by my titles... please call me Dr. In the many thousands of years I've been alive I have never let my doctorate go to waste. But the reason I wish to speak to you is in regards to my daughter, Yuebei.

Director, suddenly KY worried because of the Monkey King himself tries to bribe or intimidate him there's is very little he can do: Oh? I hear she's going to be performing today. You must be very proud!

Wukong: Very much so! She's come so far, even with that terrible case of her asthma rising up again during New Years. And I know having someone such as myself and my child can cause some... pressure on you and the judges. I just want you to promise me something.

Director: Oh? (Internally thinking g he's about to be threatened)

Wukong: Please make a point to ensure your judges score her fairly and based upon her performance amd not some... perceived threat or attempt to get in my good graces!? Yuebei worked hard to get here, and I want to make sure whatever score she gets is based on her merit alone and not on her lineage. Neither of us want anything like that!

Director, surprised and suddenly gaining more points: Huh. Normally parents try to get me to influence my judges to give their kids higher scores. Here you are asking that I make sure my judges are doing their jobs properly!

SoftBoiled!Wukong giving me Bob Parr vibes; wants his kids to be judged based on their merits rather than their magic abilities/reputation.

Bonus, Wukong does this talk in "Monkey King"-mode, with the iconic armour. When he goes to the actually competition, he's in his "Yuebei's Embarrassing Dad-mode".

Wukong loves his babygirl so much, but he wants her abilities to be judged for what they are, and for her to be able to handle constructive criticism + not being No 1. He'd sob with pride if Yuebei got final place - he's just so proud she had the guts and love for her art to perform for it!

[boobachu]

When dA made me delete all the images in my gallery like putting down old yeller, I found an old art where I met myself as a girl in a dream. Then there was the TSF era, a webcomic I made had the first chapter with my sert and a character based on some girl I met in a dream not swap genders by swap body types so basically I became a femboy and she became a brick with tits. I had planned on a chapter where my friend's sert (her name was also TC, uncanny) used the attribute flipper item to change my gender and we had to stop her. Then there was the pikachunny era Also learned male togetics can learn softboiled and togetic begins and ends with T.C. and I went "new pokesona" and all my friends were like "your boobs are bigger than mine XD" Then while making a comic reimagining old characters I had one be a girl who thought she was a boy because they're based on a pikachu that got heartswapped with her brother while I was pregnant with my friends and the fetuses had to experience the horror of life because Manaphy is insane. And then my friend spent a year proving he's technically correct that you are the gender you say you are and genitals are irrelevant. The year after that was the last time I let my hair be shorter than past my shoulders.

I love when trans people look back on their earlier art, its always so interesting

[no53472]

When he closes his eyes, he sees stars.

I reread @plasticdodecagon‘s Taldeea fics and thought to redo my fanart for Stars

The biggest thank you to everyone who lets me clown over my otp 💖

[EDIT: Decided to go ham on the sparkles/stars because why tf not.]

[mrspagcat-blog]

111517 - Eggs! Also doubles as an alignment chart. How do you take your eggs?

[softboiledmemes]

If you see this image on your feed, you've been visited by the Trusty Oldtimer! Loyal friends will follow but only if you comment "Stay Trusty, Oldtimer"

[those-rainbow-ninjas]

sorry to any of my followers that hasnt read cinderella boy at all,, i dont like spoiling things for beople (even if they will never read/watch thing) soo.... spoilers under readmore

HI CB PEOPLE HOW WE FEELIN

SIGH.

[mikaorangeart]

I’ve rarely seen nonbinary people in art depicted as being attractive or desirable. So here’s a tasteful pinup of our favorite softboiled gumshoe, Dakota Dixon themself.

[saras-resting-bitchface]

i got tagged to do this by @korusalka which is fun, thanks! so here we go:

relationship status: single and not looking lol

favourite colour: pthalo green (blue shade)

three favourite foods: cheddar & potato soup, buffalo chicken dip, shin ramyun with a softboiled egg on top!

song stuck in my head: Plant Life by Owl City

last song i listened to: Pirouette by Ahn Ye Eun

last thing i googled: the art from the 1st ending of durarara!! ... i may or may not be drawing something for this blog later this week 👀

time: 13:17

dream trip: finally going on that cross country road trip with my friends, starting in Ottawa and (maybe) ending in Halifax. That or going to the Ghibli museum in Japan with them because at the end of the day we're all a bunch of starstruck animators that watch too much anime

anything i really want: right in this moment? i wanna make some mac & cheese. but in the future I'd like to gain enough skills to animate my own short films

now i get to tag some people huh, @gaysquaredwrites @cthaeh1313 @itsnotacostume

if y'all haven't been tagged already lol, no pressure to do it or anything!

[giirlboyfriend]

thank u mx kairilesbian for telling me about concept art solas so i could fucking mourn him. we couldve had it all. but no. we got softboiled egg realness

[albatris]

rental car cover ideas! I'll tidy them up when I can be bothered hahahahaha. and reserve the right to fuck around with colours and filters and etc etc etc

also I'm never drawing another hand again ever ever ever in my life

also which title / author name positioning do you like best

also now that I'm about to post this I feel like his arms look weird but TOO LATE NOW

also taglist? hi? mwah

@transmasc-wizard @saturn-iidae @polyaubergine @tracle0 @goosemixtapes @valence-positive @the-one-who-makes-negative-noise @ambiguousfiction @afoolandathief @softboiled-doomdesire @mecharose @vellichor-virgo @flapuflapu @femme-gerard @multi-lefaiye @writeouswriter @itisi-asimplegay @constellationof0rion @writing-is-a-martial-art @manuscriptsatmidnight @starry-winter-skies @cream-and-tea @gailynovelry @lefttigerobservation @indecentpause

[islandflowerfox-blog]

[❊, ✢, ✦, ❆, # holy jeez that's a lot, lol;;;]

❊ I want to roleplay with you✢ I like your characters✦ I like seeing you on my dash ❆ I love your art# I’m too shy to approach to you

ooc: Oh my gosh you don’t need to be shy!! I’m just a softboiled, nerdy egg over here. ;w; I’m open to rp with you at any time and you have no idea how badly I want Rio and Tails to be buddies!! /)///(\ Stay sweet and awesome!!

[stayandsea-blog]

highlights 2017

adventures with michael:

snowy columbus circle central park --> plaza hotel --> roosevelt island --> ruins --> noodles --> tram --> dtut coffee bar --> across park, around lake, guided by christmas lights

brooklyn heights --> cobble hill --> gowanus --> park slope --> prospect park --> mansion

cloisters randomly, their majesty and that of the park, the tapas when starving, more walking through the winding park

rockaway beach and coney island in may, before cr

casey snow riverside park :) 

eclipsin road trip

bubbles by the schukyll on my birthday

other otherwordly experiences --

that hike at point reyes

stonehenge bike ride

ruins and history and magnificient buildings

walking 12 miles in a day in london with tom - from highland park to soho to the interesting art museum, playing which piece would you take home, trying and failing to talk art, 

the good date at the soane museum, so wicked cool and crowded with things like the barnes, not to be missed in london

dancing with hot german phd student

seeing call me by your name with my parents, knowing they understand the gravity of love and life more than I can imagine, I’m so proud of them and to be theirs.

Being there for my mom after her surgery, watching her marvel at her own recovery, witnessing her strength in the face of pain and learning life can be without it. 

the warmth of my lab, staying there too late after a participant or occasional chats with jeb. nate’s refreshing honesty, hilarity and our shared culture. guannan and I’s deep political and cultural exchanges, our sense of sisterhood, marking with pride and love her life transitions, getting married and home and thinking of children, learning from her wit and sharp, scientific mind. rebecca being so sweet and always there when we need a pick me up chat, her competence growing, gratitude for her help and her sincerity and sense of spunky fun

the wildlife animal exhibit with jeb and seeing jane goddal talk, and exploring the museum together. not a date.  

***every waking minute spent with cameron millar, even the train rides, in their giggles, recalls and quiet - fake love makes you read into nothing***

-hiking on the moors with his parents and freddy the pup, apparently i fell asleep on his shoulder, accident, I promise! his parents, so charming, thoughtful, sweet, always offering me drinks and taking care of me so warmly

-coffee house overlooking st. michaels mount,  waiting on line with good humor, lying around in the grass with each other afterwards, inside not impressive but the view was (but cam doesn’t like heights! remember that, and yet we sought them out, over and over) drinking it in slowly, long line for the ferry boat back, laughing about little kids and making up their futures.  farmers grouse whiskey walk back along the ocean, tension and card games (spit drinking game!) on the train back - every time we saw a sign prohibiting drinking, we drank.

-every moment knowing he liked me back, that thought, that feeling, made me so deeply warm. 

-every morning, the routine of him making me softboiled eggs and toast; every evening, baileys and coffee and chatting until we couldnt keep our eyes open

--falmouth castle pool cobblestones freeezing ocean, his good humor as we starved and walked and waited and it rained and rained. i bought him tequila to try and make him drunk and love me. lol.  

-being pissy that he didn’t like me, no longer trying so ate a pound of amazing nepalese eggplant and garlic nan, then, finally, sharing a blanket on the coach, opposite sides, the tension is making me boil, I start teasing, he gets slightly hurt, asks what else is ‘on’ in my life - aka, am i seeing anyone. I lie, because he is all I see, all I feel is for him, and that genuinely makes it okay. he isn’t. we finally snuggle close, I lay on him.. finally. finally. and then...ugh. well otherwise he’s perfection, warm, fully supportive, sweetness, embodied.

-morning chat with his mom about radical compassion for mothers struggling to adhere to social norms and high standards and having their children taken away from them, the injustices of social inequity, the toll of true sacrifice of self, family, quality of life to advance egalitarianism - to stifle ones potential to develop that of others

-plymouth, the heaven of plymouth, walking around from his house to the barbacian (he bought condoms and chocolate orange heaven and weird british snacks on the way), we go to mt. edgecombe by ferry and I bust at it’s beauty, hiking through the woods, to the ruin, with the sheep, steep hike up a hill overlooking drake island and the harbor. ahhhhhh. its my favorite site to recall from my minds eye. what a feeling washes over me! walking back around plymouth cobbles beauty, exploring it on my own for a bit and marveling, decieding its entitrely doable or exceeds allwhere else. he leaves, I take the ferry and follow, he *really* does have to work and I want him but he’s busy, so I hang out with his friends brother and a kid and a girlfriend and we chat on the beach while watching the amazing, then medicore fireworks. I catch up with him, he holds me while we watch the fireworks, I can’t catch my breath, pressing against him, in his arms. we walk so far back, we get drinks bc its so fucking cold, its the happiest longest walk. I’m bodily exhausted but my heart is so very full. crying as we part at 3am, waking up, the heaviness of knowing it was over, it was not probably real. I didn’t cry the first time in 2012...I did cry now, probably obviously. I sobbed on the taxi, the bus, the pasty he thought to have me get.

why arent my happiest memories in my glorious city? do I tire of her? no, the moments of majesty are smaller, discoveries more rountine, giving my life a sense or potential for wonder daily