#some red/orange/green scenes are hard to color

[stydixa]

GEUM-JA (PLAYER 149) + being protective caring mother figure that adopted other players SQUID GAME 2 (2024)

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

Peter, Peter

Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Implied Smut)

Summary: Season 2 Spencer and his girlfriend host a Halloween party and their couple costume causes some confusion

Note: Inspired by the scene in which Spencer doesn't recognize the kissing in a tree rhyme

Spencer loved Halloween. I knew that my boyfriend was a massive nerd. Honestly, it was a plus. With Spencer, I could be myself. He wasn't the type of man to raise his voice at a football game gone wrong. He wasn't the type of man had some weird purity culture blocks on me reading steamy books.

He was the type of man to passive-aggressive judge Jeopardy clues with the slightest inaccuracy. In my opinion, Spencer got a perfect score on the Jeopardy application which retroactively banned him from any type of game show in the franchise.

He was the type of man that encouraged enthusiastic and unabashed interest in things. Spencer had his old Russian novels and I had my novels with plenty of euphemisms for penis and good girl in Russian.

Compatibility, right?

Spencer had volunteered us to host team party. They spent the day hoping from grocery store to craft store to liquor store for various things they needed. The fall had finally arrived; and I welcomed the crispiness in the morning and the chill in the evening. Spencer wore a forest green and deep khaki sweater that complimented his eyes. He blushed when I told him, the tips of his reddened cheeks reached the bottom of his glasses.

"Ooh! We should use the pumpkins as a pitch for my Faerie Brew." I suggested, sizing up a rather large and lumpy orange pumpkin.

Spencer cocked his head. "What were you thinking of making?"

"Personally I think a pumpkin sangria would be revolting..." I sighed, thinking, "probably I'd do an apple, cranberry, lemonade sangria."

"Sounds like you and Penelope will be the ones to enjoy that?" He teased. Penelope was the first of the team to know. Spencer had a hard time hiding the reason as to why Penelope had caught him a florist near their apartments. I had met Penelope a couple weeks later and in the eight months since, we've become close friends. Mostly because I've grown to hate nights alone in our apartment. It's not the same without Spencer.

Spencer lifts the pumpkin and places it into the cart, waving off my insistence on helping. "Are you going to tell me what the costumes are? Derek really thinks he's slick doing what he's doing with his date."

"You'll see."

"Tell me, Y/N." Spencer pushed the cart along, stopping as I toss a packet of orange jello.

"I've never done jello shots." I claimed. "I was too serious and nerdy in college." Spencer gave me an amused look.

"I'm sure between the two of us, I was the nerdiest one back in college." He retorted, a look a smugness colored his face.

"You were twelve in college, Spencer." I countered, smiling when the tips of Spencer's crooked smile reached the part where his cheeks tinged red. "And you're lucky you're cute." I said. "But I want jello-shots."

"I'll get the sleeping bag out for Penelope. And we'll swing by the drinks aisle for some electrolytes."

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Spencer had gotten stuck planning a seminar at the Academy so Penelope had decided to come over to help me the finishing touches. She was dressed as Hedy Lamar, the scientist/film star. The 1940s style suited her. Penelope had a bright red lip and perfectly curled blonde hair. Her dress with fitted at the waist and flared to the knees.

"You're a pumpkin?" Penelope's eyebrows were raised. She had begun organizing the jello shots tray into something resembling a pumpkin. "I would've thought you'd having the most creative costume."

I plated the mini-hot dogs into warming trays, trying to hide my thrill. I knew that Penelope would love this costume in its entirety. Spencer...he'd either love it or not.

"You'll see!" I said. Penelope had roped JJ and Emily into dressing up like the Powerpuff girls. Penelope, between the trio, had taken it the most seriously.

The rest of the team had arrived, except for Hotch who had simply shaken his head at the thought of trying Penelope's Franken-Punch. I poured the sparkly green liquid into a plastic pumpkin as Spencer walked into our apartment.

"You're the cutest pumpkin in the patch." Spencer said softly, his playful tone making me smile. Penelope pretended to gag into the kitchen sink at Spencer's sickly sweet affection.

"Usually I'd think you two are adorable, but tonight I am preoccupied." Penelope claimed. She had set her sights on one of Derek's gym buddies who was coming to the party. Much to Derek's chagrin. "Anyway, Reid. Go get your costume on." She insisted.

Spencer kissed the side of my cheek and made a face at the concoction. "You know calling this Franken-Punch isn't very accurate. The doctor is the one named Frankenstein." Penelope gave him a look. And Spencer threw his hands up, "All I'm saying is that if we're going to pay homage to the mother of science fiction we shouldn't be so cavalier with references."

Penelope huffed in faux annoyance as I kissed Spencer's face. "Go get ready, honey. JJ and Emily should be coming soon. And I think Derek and Danny are parking." I handed Spencer the bag with his costume in it and Penelope and I continued to get the apartment ready for the party.

It was hard to decide if Penelope was more enamoured with Danny or if Danny was more enamoured with her. It would be hard not to find someone who wasn't taken with the tech genius.

I sipped the drink Penelope had made. It tasted as good as it looked. Derek stood at my side, scooping some dip, chips, and a slice of pizza on his plate. Spencer came from our bedroom, a confused look on his face.

"And now what on Earth do you have him dressed as?" Derek smirked, as he noticed the text on Spencer's shirt.

Peter, Peter

"It's not anything that's not true." I shrugged, my bright orange cheeks smiling as I winked. Spencer hurried over, still confused. Penelope, JJ, and Emily took pictures together but instantly understood Spencer's confusion.

"Too much for me to know," Penelope said, groaning, "Now I see the creativity in this costume." She gestured to my pumpkin outfit.

Spencer appeared at my side, still confused. "Are you sure this isn't a mistake?" He asked, looking down at his shirt and then at me, "It's supposed to be a couple's costume, baby?"

Derek chuckled, offering to clink his and Spencer's glasses in cheers, "My man. Who would've thought."

Penelope giggled as she and the girls filled their plates and exchanged looks of both surprise and amusement. Spencer, however, remained confused. Danny, Derek's friend from the gym who wouldn't leave Penelope alone, joined in on the clever costume.

"Peter, peter, pumpkin eater. Good man," He said, clapping Spencer on the shoulder.

When the guests had gotten their food and drink Spencer and Derek stood together chatting about the results of the latest case. Gideon, who reluctantly donned a witch's hat, offered a curious glance at Spencer's shirt and then scanned his eyes towards me. He nodded, looked at Spencer and then shook his head in disbelief.

"That's enough." Spencer exclaimed. "Explain it to me." He grabbed my hand and I smiled. He always told me that my grins were infectious and just by looking at me he'll end up smiling. "Please. Derek won't stop congratulating me and I'm lost."

I chuckle, kissing Spencer on his cheek. "You're brilliant, baby." I said. "You're Peter, Peter and I'm the pumpkin. And you're a pumpkin eater." I explained.

"Oh." Spencer said cocking his head. "Makes sense. You're very sweet and I do like-" I clapped my hand over Spencer's mouth before he can continue. Sometimes that mind works too fast for the other parts of him to keep up. He kissed my palm, breaking my resolve. I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

"Y/N!" Penelope called out, clearly more than inebriated, "We want to play some games. And don't worry Dr. Reid, no bobbing for apples. We'll by the looks of it, you'll be bobbing for someone's pumpkin later." She smirked.

We divided into teams three, with Spencer and I on the same team. We shared the armchair and Spencer's had wrapped themselves around my waist. Penelope, in all her drunken glory, explained the rules. Just as she was going over the rules, Spencer gasped and called out.

"Oh! You mean like...cunniligus. Well then yeah, I guess it works."

tagging some friends bc i don't have a taglist anymore

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[remxedmoon]

You should tell us about color psychology that sounds cool as hell

YES… HA HA HA… YES!

GGGOD I WISH I WASN’T OUT OF THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW. but i’ve been thinking about colors literally all day so you all get to be subject to my madness! sorry this is long and rambly wauaua. nightmarishly long post under the cut.

okay. first things first, a few basics. color theory and color psychology tend to get confused a lot in discussions, but they usually refer to different things. color theory is more about we physically perceive colors (color wheels and color schemes the like), while color psychology focuses on our emotional response to colors. if you’re familiar with the children’s hospital color theory post, that poster wasn’t actually talking about color theory, but color psychology (and also it’s incredibly surface level and heavily misunderstands the subject because in what fucking universe does the quantity of positive associations with a color matter more than the context it’s used in and sorry i have personal beef with this tumblr post).

color theory is also a special interest of mine but i’m not gonna touch on it too much here because it’s not entirely important. mmmaybe another time…

essentially, certain colors (and color combinations) have associations in our brains and that affect our behavior and emotions. these associations are also very much affected by the context a color is used in. colors don’t exist in a vacuum! so while red can symbolize passion and love when used in something like a dress or a bouquet of flowers, it has a very different connotation when it’s, say, splattered on the walls or smeared on the ground in a snail trail.

or for a less Children’s Hospital Themed example, i’ll put my euphrasie and king designs here!

(of course the saturation and brightness of these blues play a massive part in how they’re perceived but this is not a post about color theory this is n)

and, of course, combining colors in a piece can also change their meanings!! i’m about to get real fucking normal.

i’m gonna be focusing on the color combo of red and yellow here because it’s the one that’s most relevant to my art (and also it’s really interesting.) basically, seeing these two colors together activates the part of our brain that controls our appetite, making us actually feel hungry. this is why so many food companies use red and yellow in their branding! it’s neat stuff!!

also, if you’re familiar with it, this is why the mv for butcher vanity uses this color palette!! along with red’s general associations with danger and blood, the color combo also physically induces hunger. pretty fitting for a song about cannibalism!

(there is also red’s association with lust and passion and how that intersects with the double meaning in the lyrics but i cannot derail this post into being an analysis of butcher vanity i’m sorry. we’d be here all week. maybe another day... wipes a tear from my eye)

and i think this might be the reason why some people feel hungry when they see my art, even when i’m not drawing food. while i don’t tend to use red outright, most of my art has very warm undertones (red-oranges and yellows especially), which could be activating that hunger response??

(ah fuck color theory managed to weasel its way into this post again)

admittedly this part is just speculation on my end. i think my rendering style and Shapes also play a role in it, but it’s interesting for me to think about!!

this is only scratching the surface of how complicated colors can get. i was going to go on an entire tangent about color grading and how green lighting can make a scene feel unnerving but this post is already Too Fucking Long. aaaa super sorry if this is Rambly or hard to understand!! i’m not Entirely sure how much the average person knows about color theory and psychology so if there’s any confusing terms here i’m fine with adding stuff for clarity!

wauauuaa thank you so much for asking!!!! i love talking about colors.

tl;dr colors have a bunch of different emotions and meanings tied to them, but you’ve gotta pay attention to the context in which it’s being used. so maybe take a step back before you put that thick red trail on the floor of your children’s hospital.

[pro-dumbledores-office]

Dumbledore's Robes - A Break Down

Throughout the first two Harry Potter films, the costume designer did a great job capturing Dumbledore's wardrobe. In a conversation with JK Rowling, she discovered that the headmaster has a real fondness for clothes - following this lead, the films proceed to dress Dumbledore in an array of stunning outfits. Here is the breakdown of each of them.

1. Privet Drive

Due to the darkness on Privet Drive (thank you Deluminator) it is hard to get a good look at Dumbledore's robes in the opening scene of the film. However, they appear to be a royal purple color. I always thought they were the same robes he wears to the welcome feast that year but just obscured by the dim lighting. However, after watching the scene again, I have come to suspect they are a much bouncier velvet ensemble that is not seen again in the films. The robes are paired with a tall green pointed hat trimmed in purple velvet and adorned with gold astrological symbols along the velvet. The hat has a small twist at the very top and a tiny gold button in the middle of the brim - small touches that really elevate the classic wizard's headwear.

2. Start of Term Feast (1991)

This is the movie's version of Dumbledore's classic look from the book. His outer robe is a deep purple with finely sewn symbols all along it. The robe is trimmed in a black fur. The hat is a reddish purple and adorned with gold stars. The hat is conical - like all of Dumbledore's hats in the first two films - but bent backwards. Though we do not get a good look at it, the under robes seem to be a dark satiny brown that is fairy standard for Dumbledore.

3. Halloween Feast (1991)

Dumbledore's Halloween robes are just perfect for the holiday. A thick red outer robe with a subtle floral pattern that in some lights looks almost orange. This is paired with a pitch black hat covered in gold symbols and a matching dark black under robe. The flash of lightning right as he stands sadly makes it hard to get a clear picture of the whole outfit.

4. Quidditch Match

These are my favorite robes because they are stunning and so under appreciated. They also are the clearest sign of something that should be increasingly evident as we go through these outfits - Dumbledore dresses for the occasion. Sneaking around Privet Drive on a clandestine mission? Dark robes. Halloween? Reddish orange and black. Anyway, the robes that Dumbledore wears to the Quidditch match seem specifically designed for the outdoors. They are thick and the wizarding version of a gentleman wearing tweed in the country. The outer robe is made out of a thick multicolored material reminiscent of a tapestry and trimmed in fluffy black fur. His under robes are no less intricate - covered in rich Celtic symbols with a plummy base color. The hat matches the under robes and is vivid purple with gold stars and black fur trim.

5. Mirror of Erised Room

Once again, poor lighting and the fact that Dumbledore is walking or moving in every part of this scene makes it hard to get a good look at the robes and even harder to get a good picture. However, the robes seem to be the ones he wore to the start of term feast (and are thus maybe the ones he wore to Privet Drive). Other than that, there is not a lot more to say since its hard to get a good look at anything else.

6. Hospital Wing

Here we see Dumbledore at his most casual: his hair and beard are not groomed back, there is no hat, and you get the strong impression he just wandered over from his office after reading and writing all morning. The robes seem to be the same ones he wore at the Halloween feast, but here we get a longer look at them. This scene confirms to me that they are more red than orange. Also, we can see that they have incredibly long sleeves with an astrological gold design running along them. The under robe is a lovely warm brown with gold leaf designs on it that are only visible in certain shots.

7. End of Term Feast (1991)

For the end of term feast, Dumbledore's pulls out all the stops - donning what are almost certainly his flashiest robes. A black velvet like material forms the bulk of the robe and is overlaid with faint gold bars in a pattern reminiscent of Argyle. The trim of the robes is a magnificent purple with a hint of brown (in fact in some lighting they just look brown) covered in intricate Celtic flower designs, that I almost guarantee were sewed on by hand. His hat matches the robe in composition almost exactly and must be designed for this particular ensemble. Beneath the robes he wears a delicately patterned deep gold set of silky robes bound by a rounded belt buckle.

8. Start of Term Feast (1992)

Like a lot of well dressed gentlemen, Dumbledore seems to have a couple of well-tailored and hand made pieces that he cycles through in a number of different combinations. This becomes increasingly apparent in the second film since he wears to the start of term feast in 1992, the exact outfit he wore in 1991. So not a lot more to say here.

9. Halloween Feast (1992)

This is the first of Dumbledore's outfits that is unique to Chamber of Secrets. The outer robes are a dark reddish brown with a pattern of bars similar to the dress robes he wore to the end of term feast. Carved between the bars seem to be a variety of symbols. The trim is a dark brown fur. The under robes are brown (though red looking in the picture above) and the hat is a burgundy one bent stylishly bent backwards.

10. Hospital Wing (Night Time)

Personally, I have never been able to decide if in this scene we are looking at Dumbledore's night clothes - a heavy dressing gown - or his robes. Either way, it seems as though they are brown and intricately carved with a trim from the same material. Any more detail than that is hard to acquire in the dark. Even the color is hard to say definitively since they could easily be dark gray or black.

11. Dumbledore's Office

Here we see Dumbledore in the same robes he wore at the Halloween Feast and to visit Harry in the hospital wing all in the preceding year. He pairs it with a rather plain brown under robe with some gold filigree along the buttons. He wears his bent back burgundy hat again.

12. Hagrid's Hut

The night Dumbledore is removed as Headmaster he is wearing his tried and tested purple robes with intricate designs carved into them and black trim. He seems also to be wearing the hat from when he dropped Harry off at Privet Drive, though the cone is flattened out quite a bit more. His under robes are brown with gold inlay.

13. Dumbledore's Office

Upon his return to the school Dumbledore is wearing the exact same outfit as the last time Harry entered in his office. So not a lot to say about it this time I am afraid.

14. Celebration Feast (1992)

Here at the end of Harry's second year, Dumbledore once again dons his fanciest robes in celebration. This reveals just how much Dumbledore dresses for the occasion since just hours before he was wearing an entirely different - and far more casual outfit - and has now exchanged it in favor of this more celebratory garment.

[deepdreamnights]

Using Vidu to Make Character Turnarounds

Disclosure: I am in the Vidu Artist Program.

Having (at the very least) front and back reference greatly improves the quality of character image prompting. And very often, one finds that they were lazy and only got a couple of bits of character reference. Or they have tons of it in the wrong art style.

A character like Wally Manmoth requires some good reference to work right.

Now, it's not that hard to prompt up something that matches close enough and then modifying the stuff manually until it works, such as I did with TriceraBruce and DeinoSteve:

You can tell Steve's the bad boy because he's got a cool rip in the back of his jacket.

But for Wally, I decided to try out Vidu as a means of getting turnaround frames.

So I loaded Wally's front-view pic (above) into the image-to-video feature, and prompted with:

vintage traditional animation scene (1985) humanoid mammoth/furry elephant wearing a red hawaiian shirt and blue shorts, by filmation and sunbow productions, 90s colors, friendly on green background, streamlined black line art with cel shaded vintage cartoon color, official media, character design fullbody shot on green background. The mammoth-anthro starts facing the camera, turning around to face away from the viewer, providing a view of his back.

I gave it two shots at the 720x quality setting (12 points per, total of 24), and got:

Huh. Weird it happened twice, etc.

This demonstrates both that the tech is viable for this use, and the reason you'd want to have that multi-view reference. The robot clearly assumes that a luau shirt would have a large print on the back, whereas wally's is a more basic print. That's ultra easy to fix, though.

I started by exporting the last frame of each (or close to it, picking the one that looks cleanest)

While its image editing features and often touch-and-go, one thing the Midjourney edit feature has going for it is it's utility as an upscaler. You load the image in, make your tweaks (just a little bit of background if you're just upscaling) and then upscale and at the very least you have 2048x2048 worth of resolution.

I used the midjourney edit process, that got those two images to the following state, as a test.

The results are good, but getting the large trees to erase-and-replace out took several attempts, and just doing it in photoshop then using the editor to upscale would have been faster.

This is why we do tests.

I went with the slightly-at-an-angle one for the main reference sheet. I'll be keeping the straight-on-back-shot in case it winds up being useful for specific scenes down the line.

In photoshop, I touched up the shirt print, made sure the colors where consistent, and simplified the hair coloration to something more period-plausible.

No more giant trees on the back! On the other hand, I think the feet sprouting toes on the heel is going to be something I'll be fixing frame-by-frame until there's another revision.

Human characters will induce these issues less often. I just stick with my genre of choice.

Midjourney was not cooperating with TyrannoMax (it really doesn't like giving him the proportions I like, preferring to make him a weird big-head salamander), so I went the same direction, resulting in this stage 1 front/back:

Only Midjourney refused to work with it, at all. Declaring everything that came out of it too lewd for its internal censor. Apparently, this hunky relative of cheesasaurus rex is too sexy for general consumption. Nevermind that it's a cartoon lizard in a shade tangello orange.

The workaround is too dumb for words.

Slam the hue slider until it's off anything that could be perceived as a human skintone.

Then make the modifications. Here I had to rework the leg several times, and do a lot of tweaking to remove-overinking. Then I popped it back out, droped it back into lineart, re-colored it, and and composited it back together:

And voila, a front and back for Max. I shortened his tail, as the longer tails have been causing problems with confusing the image prompting systems. The armor skirt has scallops to accommodate the tail, which looked better more consistently than the flaps folding around the tail.

The results are, thus far, encouraging.

Of course, if the back of your character has any unexpected details, you're going to have to add those in after the fact or include them in the prompting, and you're going to be making a lot of edits regardless (as you should).

Oh, and Max has a sword now.

A blade of amber crystal with a fossilized femur grip and a faceted dino-eye that should be far enough away from the Eye of Thundera for safety. A roleplay-toy friendly trademark weapon, usually a sword, was a must-have for 80s action-adventure lines despite the fact that you'd never see it used on anything that wasn't a robot, living statue, or skeleton.

Thus the sword's gimmick is it cleaves through non-living matter with ease but anything BS&P doesn't want subjected to a stabbin's is encased in amber crystal: locked in place if partially encased, put into suspended animation if fully encased. A nice, nonlethal use for a magic sword.

It's proportioned like a gladius, but is generally interpreted as larger, approaching a broadsword, in keeping with the generally ridiculous blade sizes of kidvid fantasy. They're just more fun when they're stupidly huge.

Is "Sword of Eons" too on the nose?

[hishumanbelle]

DESIRE.

Another year had passed and at the Hazbin Hotel they were preparing for New Year's Eve. The magic of Christmas had left its presence; the opened presents, the ruined and unwrapped boxes still under the tree in the living room, the decorations in sight and lights that seemed like intermittent sparkles. Everything was splendid. The other members of the hotel were happy and, for the first time, even serene despite the recent extermination that had left only chaos in the Infernal city, without forgetting the violent past between Angel and Valentino. Everything was silent, serenity had returned to reign. With those guys you practically felt at home. Charlie had become your best friend, you shared the same enthusiasm and undead positivity, but Vaggie didn't seem bothered by your bond. With Angel, on the other hand, just an exchange of spicy jokes was enough to enter his heart. You didn't share his passion for drugs, nor the fact that he was Valentino's subordinate, but you didn't consider him guilty, believing that he had his reasons for making such compromises; but he loved you very much, becoming brothers, always ready to confront each other and laugh like idiots, you knew you could count on each other. The Christmas week had passed TOO quickly. You helped Charlie as best you could, also having a certain "hobby" for setting up, so she accepted without pretensions, nor knowing well what to imagine. Those days were really hard for you, and together with Husk you renewed the look of the Hotel. The entrance was decorated with black walls with several glitters that, under the lights, looked like little shooting stars from the sky; the same thing on the ceiling, the flashes were magnificent. You replaced the chandeliers that were in the Hotel, too modern and… bland, with real chandeliers. At the entrance a golden chandelier but not very exuberant, ancient, decorated with drops. Moving forward, there was the rectangular portal that divided the entrance from the living room. You had painted the frame gold-like brass and in the corners you had placed a garland with lights and colored Christmas balls; the living room had been painted dark red, darker than burgundy, with a white ceiling and a gold-edged frame decorated with a nineteenth-century motif. You had arranged a tree over 2 meters tall in that room, near the central black fireplace, where you had decorated leaving some logs of wood to make it more real. Above the fireplace you had decorated again, placing antique gold and silver candlesticks with scented candles of cinnamon, gingerbread and apple, orange and vanilla mixed with Bourbon. Ah, those smells gave a whole other atmosphere. The tree was a real pine, which you had decorated with more than 5 thousand lights, making several turns on each branch and making it truly a forbidden sight for the others, which you only let them see after having finished the preparation.

You wanted Christmas to be magical for everyone, especially for the unluckiest ones who hadn't experienced one, Charlie included. She was born in Hell, you wanted her to feel its warmth at least once. You also brought an old gramophone to the living room with several Christmas jazz and pop records, some garlands and other lights to decorate the rest of the furniture. In the center, a splendid, very old chandelier, baroque, with a cascade of diamonds and decorated with bright gold on several levels; it stole the entire scene, so you decided to put a round carpet and a grand piano right under it, for anyone who wanted to play it with Christmas choirs and carols. Wow, everything was taking shape. The magic was starting to be felt. You went on for several hours before finishing the entire hotel and every room of each member, making the tree for each of them and touching up where necessary; except for Alastor's room, where you didn't dare enter, especially without his consent. As a final touch, under the Christmas tree, also decorated with different green, gold, gray, red, red and white balls, etc… you left 3 gifts underneath for each, also for Alastor. You left some more for Husk and Niffty who helped you with the preparations and the renovation and for the service of appetizers and drinks. Not content, you also put some Christmas boxes decorated with lights to make the atmosphere even more delightful! The guys had a lot of fun, the gifts were much appreciated and Charlie had even cried endlessly for all the work you had done. She found it splendid and gave you a long, incessant hug. Everyone's eyes seemed warmer and you could feel their hearts tighten for the love you made them feel, their laughter and smiles not forced but coming from the soul. Alastor, on the other hand, was sitting alone on the armchair in the corner, and he stared at you all evening holding the cup of coffee, Whisky or the newspaper in front of him to avoid being seen. Apparently, he really thought you were stupid, but he didn't know that you 'sensed' the feelings or emotions of others. A punishment for being too empathetic in your earthly life, but you were happy that this characteristic of yours hadn't changed in the Underworld. Alastor was acting strangely, his presence was more… 'cumbersome'. On Christmas Eve, after seeing that fabulous piano, he asked you to accompany him with a Christmas carol. For the duration of the song, you did nothing but look into each other's eyes, and in his expression there was something strange that you had never noticed. After the chorus, your cheeks reddened from the insistence of Alastor's gaze, but you blamed it on the alcohol, and your eyes wandered far away around the room. He got up from the stool, took your hand and gently brought it to his lips, leaving a delicate kiss, barely touching your skin. Bringing your hand down, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something to you, but with a movement of his lips he smiled again and left. The following days, Alastor would suddenly appear and practically stick to you, but before you could ask him why, he had disappeared into the shadows. On New Year's Eve, you were in the kitchen preparing appetizers and traditional dishes for each culture belonging to the other members of the Hotel, as well as their favorite dishes, or at least… you tried. Alastor appeared behind you. His chest was pressing against your back, but you didn't turn around, also because you were unable to. Heavy shivers ran through your entire body. He stepped back slightly to allow you to turn around, his eyes shining and admiring the culinary masterpiece you were preparing. In his presence, you felt a tingling sensation pervade your body, making you nervous, perhaps due to the fact that you had to start preparing his favorite dish, but you didn't want to do it in his presence, so you asked him to leave. The smirk on his face changed into a look of doubt and disappointment, but Alastor accepted the request.

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You started cooking, but you didn't know that his shadow was spying on you. He ran from one corner to another, recording all your movements and features, above all, he studied your expressions. You didn't see him, but he saw you. He admired the lines that he so wanted to trace with his sharp fingers, the full, plump lips that he ardently wanted to kiss, he looked at your cheeks, curious to bite them as if they were the forbidden fruit that chased Lucifer from Heaven. And your hair that smelled of currants and musk, which was one of his favorite perfumes. Your long golden brown locks, that he so wanted to caress, intertwine his fingers, curl them. Alastor became serious again, incredulous of thinking in his mind of those ridiculous things. So, a few moments later, you heard his voice. "Why do you do this?", he asked with a hint of bitterness, incredulous at your effort and his to be close to you without 'ruining' you. "What a nuisance… Because I care about you like I do care about them", you replied. "Oh yeah. Me? Me who am the most evil overlord and was a ruthless serial killer on earthly life?", he paused. He came closer, taking your chin between his fingers so that you looked at him in the face. "How can you care about such a mean person capable of only doing harm? Maybe you are not so different from me, hm?". His words were heartbreaking, but they were true. How could you care about a being incapable of feeling love? Your eyes remained lost in his, your brain was trying to think of an answer, any answer, but nothing, his eyes were too far inside you, they dug inside you and gave you no way to think. He was right. Your body swayed beneath him, trembling, water filling your eyes. His grip became softer and his expression a more pronounced smirk. He abruptly removed his hand from your chin and, turning his back to you, walked away. It took you a moment to recover but, in your heart, you knew that no matter what Alastor would do, you would always be there for him. There was an interest in him. Despite everything. Despite him. Despite him not knowing it. Even if he was a murderer and a cannibal, you thought he had his reasons, that he must have been a victim before he was a perpetrator, and fate had punished him egregiously. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and get back to working on his dish, the Jambalaya, and there his hands rested possessively on your hips.

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"Deborah", he said in a deep voice. "Alastor", came out in a broken, singing voice. Tears had run down your cheeks, and he turned you, bringing his face close and kissing them away one by one. His thin lips were so soft. It was the first time he had come so close to you, so intimately. His tongue traced the path of your tears, erasing the pain he had caused you. It was salt on the wound he had inflicted, and those tears, after all, were for him. As a good sadist, he took pleasure perhaps in seeing expressions of pain on your face, they were nourishment for him. The blood boiled in your veins at the touch of his silky lips. Flames flared where his lips stopped. You could feel yourself burning. You tried to keep yourself under control and not to pant, even though you felt a desperate need to, your ribcage going crazy at the beating of your heart that was pounding it to the bone. "I've been an asshole", he whispered, looking at you and standing a few millimeters away from your face, bent and hunched over. "We're all used to it", a light smile echoed on his face. Then, he took your hands, twirled you around and guided you in preparing the Jambalaya. His closeness was overwhelming. Your hands touched and intertwined. He smiled and laughed genuinely, between one chat and another. Your movements were coordinated and any excuse was good to continue touching skin to skin, both of you unable to ignore that longing to want each other, but you thought it was just a way of provoking you. You had never seen him like this. Once the dish was finished, you looked at each other. Eyes languid and sparkling. You smiled at him, and he did the same. It was a long moment, almost eternal. Your eyes went down to his lips, tempted to want to lose yourself with him, in him. You were so intoxicated that he was oxygen to you. His fingers were still intertwined with yours and you were the first to remove them. A flash of lucidity pervaded your mind, your smile disappeared and your serious expression returned, your eyes that so longed to get lost and drown in his, returned to solid ground, looking elsewhere. Alastor also stiffened at your drastic change in mood. "We're done", you said in a detached voice, "thanks for helping", you said with your back turned to him. Alastor came closer to you again, standing to the side so he could access your personal space. "Thanks to you", he lowered himself slightly and his lips crashed onto your warm and soft cheek. "You. It's always been you…", he sneered, walking away without finishing.

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Niffty entered the kitchen while Alastor went out to help you with the rest of the New Year's Eve dinner, to set the table. A walnut table had been placed in the living room, a green, red and gold tablecloth was the master, on it there were atmospheric candelabras and candles, garlands with lights and small Christmas figures colored and made the table more festive. Niffty and you had set up the whole table, arranged the places and, with the sound of a bell, had gathered everyone for dinner! Of course, you had also thought of the fireworks that would surely have pleased the other sinners, and reminded them of life on earth. Everyone ran to their seats, Alastor had been placed near Husk and distant from you, but he asked to change places with Angel who would be sitting in front of you. The boy was not happy to accept, but he didn't dream of asking why, he simply accepted because Alastor was becoming creepy and his eyes were turning black. When they were all seated, Charlie demanded their attention by hitting the glass with her fork to celebrate the end-of-year and beginning-of-year speech. Once the toasts began, everyone started eating! The dishes were spectacular, spicy, colorful, you could feast your eyes on them! Everyone congratulated you and Niffty for your magnificent work. Meanwhile, Alastor kept his gaze on you. He himself stretched out a tentacle from under the table that reached you, rubbing itself on your waist and thighs. 'I need to put my hands on her, I have this strange need for her', thought Alastor, but he couldn't at that moment, nor would he have wanted to, because it would have meant taking you down with him, destroying you completely because of what he was, a monster. And he knew you would break trying to reciprocate his feelings, if you ever truly reciprocated. The thought fascinated him, but he hadn’t noticed that, as he thought it, he had started to growl and drool a few drops, while his tentacle had wrapped around your thigh and had even managed to enter the elastic of your skirt, rubbing against the red lace panties you were wearing. He could feel the heat and the wetness, and that was enough to drive him even further out of his mind.

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Sir Pentius nudged him to bring him back to normal, while you pressed and pushed, moving your hips towards his tentacle, without arousing suspicion, to get more movement and pleasure. Your cheeks were tinted light red, plump and velvety like a peach. Alastor stiffened because of the bulge that was growing in his pants. More and more swollen and hard for you. "I- I hav-", he almost panted. "I have to leave for a moment", he said trying to regain control of the situation and of himself. He teleported to the bathroom in the hall, forced the door open and threw himself in, slamming it and double-locking it. Everyone looked at each other and was shocked, having never seen him in that state. You remained suspended between pleasure and torment, the tentacle having vanished with Alastor. Your clothed and wet pussy was deprived of pleasure, spasming around nothing and slightly aching from the pain of the interruption. With one hand you fanned yourself because of the heat that was oppressing you. Alastor was banging his fists on the door violently that could be heard all the way to the living room. "Ahhh! She drives me crazy! She has to be mine, I want her to be mine!", he screamed between the walls of the bathroom. Impatient and mad, he pulled out his cock. A gasp escaped his lips and, for the first time, his smile faltered. His eyebrows furrowed and torment made its way onto his face, contaminating it. You had insinuated yourself too deeply inside him, and he couldn’t even explain why, or how it had happened. "Ah- D-Deborah, I have sinful thoughts about you, even worse when I’m without you". He brought one of his hands to his cock and began to move it up and down, his eyes fixed on his member and his hand shaking it, in disbelief of what he was doing and the reason that drove him to do it. You made him hungry like an animal. You made him strong but at the same time weak and vulnerable. Alastor’s emotions were at odds and he was truly losing his mind because of you, going haywire as his needs for you were more… carnal and spiritual, something he had never experienced in centuries. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, his hand faster and faster, his mind racing imagining that the pressure he was exerting was actually created by his doe's lips. "Ah—ah—", his breathing more labored. "D-Deb—", he stifled his moans with one hand, thinking back to having left you unsatisfied and interrupted your pleasure. Having abandoned that warm, never desecrated place that was supposed to be his alone, his sacred, immaculate temple. At the thought of having touched your lace panties, he felt like he was dying again, he had been close to Heaven even though he had never seen it.

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A shiver ran through his heart and his spine. Alastor tried to regain control and free himself from his erection, returning to sit at the table with the others. Sitting down, his eyes returned to you, still sitting in front of him. "Excuse me for my behavior, I was distracted", and everyone went back to toasting and eating. You looked down at your plate, never looking at Alastor, which did not please him. He returned to teasing you, his tentacle returned inside your skirt and pantyhose but remained outside of your thong, he wanted to be the one to enter you. Another gasp escaped his lips at the thought of possessing you from the inside, at the thought of his cock moving between your soft, inviting and warm walls, at the thought of filling you with his seed and possessing you completely, in a sacred and intimate way, of the self and of their deepest self. This thought consumed his mind. Should he distance himself from you? You were poisonous, dangerous. His mind was no longer safe, nor his heart. It made him an uncontrollable beast, and, even worse, he knew, because of his past as a murderer, that he could hurt you, but that was not what he wanted. As the days, weeks, months passed, Alastor had realized that he was developing some kind of feeling towards you. He didn't know what it was, but, naively, he thought it was control. A toy to possess and play with, he hadn't yet understood that, in reality, you already lived inside his chest in place of his heart. A heart that, if he thought about it, he would have given you without hesitation. Alastor realized, despite himself, that he was yours even before you were his, from the first moment, from the first day he saw you arrive at the Hotel and met your doe-like gaze, with your big amber eyes and your fluffy black and brown ears, freckles that gave color to your face and your lips, ah, those lips, that damned smile. Alastor felt pathetic thinking about all this when he was dead, even worse thinking about being one of the strongest Overlords. He felt human again, but then you looked up and looked at him, and his mind completely clouded. He went back to you, to that electricity you two felt for each other even if you weren't touching, but even a blind man could have realized that you were mutual magnets and that anyone could feel your belonging, except yourselves. The intensity was so strong that his erection and your excitement turned you on again. Alastor's tentacle, never out of your skirt, resumed rubbing and circling at your entrance and pressing delicately on your clit, and with another tentacle he rubbed on your protuberance, unable to hold back with what he felt of you, with the expressions he was intoxicated by of yours. Your mind was becoming more and more clouded, your eyes were starting to tremble and go back in your skull, your lips were tightening to avoid panting in front of everyone. Alastor was hugging the table, resting his elbows and hunching his shoulders. His eyes fixed on your face, which had become his favorite portrait. He wanted to be close to you, to be able to feel you, to feel the electricity that was raising your skin, to feel you shivers, to feel your velvety skin. He wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted YOU, you as only a murderous cannibal can want: completely. Totally. Greedily. In control under him. He wanted to see you damn for him, come for him and him alone, know that he was the only one like you were the only one who made him feel this way.

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Alastor began to think that you were his hellish sentence. Your name came out and hung on his lips like a prayer and he thought that somehow, saying it, could save him from the end of himself. Alastor wanted to consume you, he wanted to eat you, but not with his teeth, with his heart, his soul. He wanted to taste you, eating you with kisses, making your tongues dance in each other’s mouths, he wanted to savor every inch of your skin and he wanted to know your taste, sliding inside you with his tongue and licking you from the inside, where no one else would ever enter except him. You were his precious treasure, but only he was the key, and the two of you guarded each other. "Ah, f—", he sighed, his pre-cum dripping from his tip as he thought, imagined, and as he felt your wet through your panties. The stain barely stained his pants since there was a layer of underwear in between that acted as a divider. He soon realized that he couldn't continue, otherwise the situation would end worse and he couldn't go around with stained pants, nor lose control over the orgasm he would feel, convinced that he couldn't hold it back since he hadn't felt one for over 100 years, even before he died. Yes, Alastor indulged in the carnal act only once, out of curiosity and it was during his adolescence. The problems and the family situation had shifted his focus and interest elsewhere, into murder and cannibalism. He didn't have time for that nonsense, he thought. And now that he was dead, he found himself overwhelmed by these sensations. He had never felt the need to feel burned for a person before, but you were different, you had something special that captured him, he felt your effect completely as in a love spell; instead it was you, your essence and your genuine goodness, your interest in music and technology, your modern charm in contrast with your vintage essence, your being a pianist and saxophonist, as well as a singer. Alastor began to think that you had been created especially for him, and had to be his only. You had ended up in hell for a reason, for him, otherwise he couldn't explain how you could be in that horrible place that was not at all in keeping with your external and internal elegance. You jumped up from your chair and ran to the bathroom. The guys looked at each other, Alastor did too, so as not to arouse suspicion. "What's wrong with her?", he asked Charlie, but Charlie just shook her head not knowing what to answer. "I'll go check", she said. Alastor was about to interrupt her to propose himself, but he realized that he wasn't suitable for the general situation. He nodded in her direction and gave her a fleeting glance, sending his shadow to check. You were locked in the bathroom and crying, completely desperate for the situation and for what Alastor was doing. You thought he was making fun of you because you was naive and had just been in Hell, but, above all, because you didn’t know what to think of him. Everyone, from day one, warned you about him and how cruel and ruthless he was and how he treated others. Only to the members of the hotel he didn’t do anything because they were under Charlie’s wing, but maybe with you, it was different, because you had just been in Hell and no one cared about your safety. What made you feel worse were your feelings for him. You found Alastor charming, charismatic, intelligent, interesting. His appearance was wonderful, that silhouette of his and his narrow waist, his ears soft like yours and his eyes… those red eyes were your torture.

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You imagined them around you, you searched desperately for them in the city when he wasn’t there, you demanded them on you… "ah—", you sighed in the bathroom with a hand over your mouth so as not to be heard. "A-ah-Alast—", his name escaped your lips as you touched your clit with your fingers, pressing them over your lace panties. You wanted to keep the desire to feel him inside, you wanted him to really do it, so you stayed on the surface. The heat grew stronger and stronger and your legs began to tremble, with your abdomen also starting to spasm. Your orgasm was overwhelming you and you couldn’t help but say his name like a prayer. Alastor was there, somehow, and he could hear you. The grin he made was indescribable, a smile of satisfaction. "Impatient girl", he said with a sigh, "you will be punished for not having thought of me too". Charlie knocked on the bathroom door, "Debh, it’s Charlie, are you okay? I heard you crying", she said worried. "Charlie, yes, I’m fine… I’m coming, give me a minute". You quickly got up and dried yourself and washed, also fixing your hair and clothes, you also had some perfume with you that didn’t hesitate to use, then you left the room, "here I am". Charlie hugged you, "shall we go back?", and you went back to the table. Alastor got up and went to Vaggie who was sitting on the other side of you and asked her to change places and Charlie looked at her urging her to accept, since they would spend the night together anyway. The two changed places and your heart began to beat hard in your chest, to the point that you thought it would come out of your rib cage. Alastor turned to you, "are you okay, my doe?", he asked in a deep and warm voice. "Y-yes, thank you", you answered in a faint and thin voice, almost a sigh. Alastor’s hands fell on his lap and he twiddled his thumbs, to pretend to be normal; then, unexpectedly for you, he moved his hand to your thigh. His grip was strong and his claws pinched your flesh; initially he remained on the outside, then, seeing that you reacted in the way he expected, he moved to your inner thigh. Shivers ran along your bodies, Alastor could feel your thighs tighten around his hand, the heat you gave off that radiated and penetrated inside his body, his bones. The two of you exchanged a few words in the meantime, and, once dinner was over, you got up to go to the bar as it was still early to celebrate. You talked, discovered each other. The intensity of Alastor’s gaze scared you, it seemed like he could read your soul, those rubies… Alastor raised his elbow and drank several glasses, becoming tipsy, he walked around the room and returned to you with mistletoe between his horns; he looked at you, smiling and winking, and approached you again. With his hands he took your face between his fingers and brought his lips close to yours. "Don’t move, I want to try something", he sighed. The words were a gentle caress on your lips and Alastor moved closer and closer, his mouth crashing into yours very softly, as if you were a fragile creature capable of breaking and he was your guardian who only wanted to protect you. "Deborah, Deborah, Deborah… you drive me crazy. You kill me. I love you. God, I love you. With you it's like being between Heaven and Hell, you're my tempting Devil", your noses rubbed and your foreheads were against each other; while Alastor spoke, Whiskey's warm and smelling breath ended up directly in your face. You didn't know what to believe, what to think. Those words made your heart skip a beat, but you thought it was just the alcohol… so you didn't give it much weight. Alastor stared at you again, as if you could disappear from under his hands at any moment and devoured you again with a more intimate and ferocious kiss. Kissing you he realized that it was that hunger that consumed him so much, the need and necessity to be close to you, forever.

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His tongue explored your mouth looking for you to join in a dance of a still unknown feeling that united you: love. No. Something much stronger than love: desire. Both wanted to live each other to the point of feeling each other to the bone, you needed to feel each other under the skin, to tear it with the bites of your mutual hunger of longing. The flame that nourished him was the same that nourished you, the two had found each other and fallen in love from the first moment, like the sudden and atrocious fall of lightning. The other guys approached the bar and the two of you separated, too mature to be seen in that condition. Alastor was exasperated, and the more he looked at you, the more he didn't know what to do with you. Lucifer approached you to exchange a few words, your mutual company was pleasant and you found many topics in common to share, he said he found you interesting and inspiring for many of his works. But Alastor, oh Alastor, was very jealous of what was happening. Your attention had shifted completely to Lucifer who continued to look at you with languid eyes and to talk incessantly, and you laughed amusedly. The sound of your laughter had to be something forbidden to others, Alastor thought, wanting to keep every emotion of yours completely his. He had to be the mirror and reflection of your emotions, which he wanted to be only yours. Only his company had to and could fill your life. The agony was so much… too much… "go away", Alastor said bitterly in a low growling voice. "Leave her alone, go away", his gaze completely hidden by his red tuft, his ears were flattened back. Lucifer looked at him bored, "don’t give me orders, I’m your king". Alastor threw himself on his neck and started to strangle him. "Go away I said!!!", and you intervened to separate them. "Alastor, stop! Please, stop! He’s not doing anything wrong. I understand, you want to talk to me… leave him and let’s go talk. Please", you said in a shocked voice, touching Alastor on the cheeks. Your eyes begged him and he gave in. Lucifer fell to the ground and coughed loudly, "piece of shit! Be thankful that you are a dear friend of Charlie and Deborah, otherwise you would have already died", he shouted angrily, and Alastor hissed back. You grabbed Alastor’s hand and rushed him to his room. "What the hell is wrong with you?!", you shouted in exasperation. "You can’t make fun of people like that and believe that they are all in your presence or do whatever you want to them. We all have feelings, including you apparently. If you need to talk, you know that we are here for you, we are your family", Alastor turned his head to the side, his expression frowning because, due to his earthly traumas, he couldn’t really believe those words. "Talk to me… or to us. Just... talk", you said looking him sadly. Alastor turned to you, "I’m not good with words, I don’t want to show weakness", he said, advancing towards you. With one hand he twisted his fingers in your curls, inhaling your scent. "You’re so good for me", he said closing his eyes. His body pressed against yours and he pushed you onto the bed so that you lay under him, with his hands he blocked your wrists and with his tentacles he blocked your legs, keeping them open. "Mine. I want you to be mine", he said, gripped by feelings, his eyes completely black and blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Alastor opened his pants and pulled out his cock that was already hard, "and to think that I’m not even in heat. This is YOU who has this effect on me", his free hand moved to your hair, pulling it back to expose your neck. "Only YOU have this power over me", he said as he licked and sucked your neck, but he wanted more, he wanted to 'taste' you and, without asking, his sharp teeth pierced and penetrated your flesh and Alastor was struck by a sweet frenzy.

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He continued to suck while the blood gushed out copiously, you were hypnotized by the pain and pleasure of that scene, making sweet moans escape from your lips that allowed Alastor to become even more excited. With one hand he tore your clothes and with the other he took his cock in his hand, rubbing it towards your slit and pressing it against your clit. "Alastor, no, stop. You're not in the right condition, please", you began to cry, but Alastor didn't stop; on the contrary, he thought that in this way your body would belong to him forever and that no one would ever come near you because of this. He continued to rub and press it, your clit was already responding to the electric spasms that he caused. "Ah-Alastor, stop!", you screamed and cried, scared of him and not believing him capable of doing such a thing. Alastor looked into your eyes, and saw only an expression of fear and humiliation, his daily bread. His hips began to thrust, but he didn't enter right away, he entered with the tip first, slowly in and out of your pussy. Alastor gasped, "mine, mine, you are only mine, no one else's. And I'm going to rape you", his hips pushed harder, pushing his entire cock inside. You screamed in pain and tears continued to flow down your face. Alastor fed on those expressions, with one hand he gripped your hair while his entire body pressed against yours, his face brushed against yours and he kissed you where the tears landed. His hips thrust harder and faster, his cock rubbing between your spongy, puckered walls, as it swelled as you approached orgasm. His thrusts pressed against your cervix, making you let out a few gasps that you tended to cover with your now free hand out of embarrassment. "Don’t you dare", he hissed, moving your hand away. "I want to feel you. I want to see you cum", Alastor said as he moved his fingers away and began fingering your clit. "Ah-Deb—", he panted, growling, "don’t squeeze like that, DON’T SQUEEZE LIKE THAT!", he said as your pussy tightened around his cock as he felt you getting wetter and tightened, your body a single trembling spasm, your breathing more and more frantic as your heart was pounding. "Alastor, stop! I don't want to—", you said, crying and throwing your head back from the strong intensity, Alastor immediately took advantage of this to tighten his hand around your neck and his orgasm followed yours, his hips thrusting harder and faster until he reached your most sacred spot, and his seed spurted, filling your womb deep inside, even though you didn’t want it. You two looked at each other and Alastor remained inside you to enjoy the sensation, his face came closer to yours, "tell me you understand that you are mine", he whispered to your ear. "I do", and the tears returned. "I have always been yours, since we first saw each other. I have always wanted you and imagined you this way, I could fall in love with you, there was no need for you to go that far. You humiliated me and took away the thing which I treasured. You are a bastard!", you said screaming and starting to tap on him. Alastor was mortified, he did not imagine this reaction and that you could fall in love with him. He looked at you with fear, not being ready to lose you, and realizing that he has ruined your first time and your relationship, maybe forever.

[felassan]

Notes and thoughts on the Companion Week day 1 screenshots

This screenshot of Harding looks like the same scene as this one. why are there so many screenshots of Harding injured? this is at least 4 now 😭 In this one it looks like she's had some of her injuries for a while - the big cut on her forehead has stitches.

as always the texture on her clothes, like the fur collar, and the raindrops on her clothes and things like that, look incredible. she has cute lil spiral patterns on her collar. the green lighting coming from stage right is ominous.

This screenshot of Davrin we first saw here, it's a crop of that one. he is so ears.

This screenshot of Bellara I think is new. she looks happy here and I'm eyeballing the details of her vallaslin. in the center of her forehead it almost looks like a sun or a sunburst.

This screenshot of Taash we first saw here. it's a crop of that one. thoughts on that one at the bottom of this post.

This screenshot of Lucanis is new - the background looks like a wall of ice? Are they in a very cold place at this point, or has a mage (perhaps Neve? :D) cast a wall of ice spell not long before this shot was taken? in this screenshot we have a better view of the bird skull adornment that he wears at his collar, and the two on his jacket. I'm still really curious about what are the five purple vial-looking things on his chest? he looks like he would have Crows feet when he smiles, and is that a knit-wear jumper he's wearing under the jacket?

This screenshot of Emmrich is new. adorable Manfred photobomb. in the background it looks like shelves with [?] goblets and rolls of parchment/scrolls - maybe this shot is from Emmrich's area in the Lighthouse? Manfred is so cute here and Emmrich looks super charming. Emmrich has a skull pin at his collar. (the slim cropped version of this screenshot is criminal as it cuts out Manfred hhhh nooo)

This screenshot of Neve I think is new. I'm not sure if it's inside or outside, but I think the background looks like Docktown. in the background, someone is cooking some kind of animal over a fire, and there are links of sausage (how do you call them?) hung up behind them. the general vibe makes me think of inside or just outside this Docktown tavern.

This screenshot of Davrin I think is new. he's so handsome, I trust him immediately. idk, something about this screenshot feels like 'hey we are meeting them for the first time' vibes. there's greenery in the background, so this looks to be outdoors somewhere. I wonder if it's the same scene as when he appears at around 1:09 in the release date reveal trailer. like he jumps down from the rock and this shot is from the subsequent conversation or something. there are some neat thoughts on the design of Davrin’s armor here. :>

This screenshot of Lucanis is new. with the ice in the background and general atmosphere, it looks like it's from the same scene as the Lucanis screenshot above. after rewatching the release date reveal trailer, I'm thinking this scene is the "I'm ready" scene. in the background of that moment in the trailer is a big wall of ice. the vibe is 'this is Lucanis during the conversation you have with him after the Venatori are dead' or something.

This screenshot of Bellara I think is a different crop of the one of Bellara above.

on the flaming cards.

lastly, from the flaming cards, the fire on each companion's card was a different hue. it seems like each companion has a color.

Harding - green. compared to Emmrich's green it's more limey Davrin - blue Bellara - red? I don't know how to describe it but it's a slightly different shade to Neve Lucanis - purple Taash - orange Emmrich - greenish. compared to Harding it's more turquoise/cyan Neve - red? I don't know how to describe it but it's a slightly different shade to Bellara

it looks like the flame colors correspond to the colors each companion pin was at SDCC. (you can see the companion pins from SDCC here). there, Harding was green, Davrin was blue, Bellara was red-red, Lucanis was purple, Taash was amber/orange, Emmrich was a slightly more tealy green, and Neve was a pinky-red or magenta kinda vibe.

[snapghoul]

How the twins dress

Causal & formal, based off Glen’s style with ✨pictures✨

Note: clothing is so hard for me to write, like the description in a scene just does not compute, so this is mostly for me but more head canons on how their style differs from each other.

TYLER

Tyler prefers earthy tones, favoring browns, tans, oranges, and reds, and avoids obnoxiously bright colors. His clothing choices are practical and understated; he knows what he likes and sticks to it without any flashiness. He has a strong distaste of shorts, preferring to risk heatstroke rather than wear them. Jeans are his go-to choice, and he feels more comfortable in them regardless of the temperature.

His wardrobe predominantly features long-sleeved flannel shirts. This choice is for multiple reasons: it protects his skin from the harsh Oklahoma sun—having been fried crispy a few times—and conceals scars from his rodeo days. These scars, some from being stomped on or thrown against railings, are reminders of past injuries. While he’s not ashamed of them, he prefers to keep them covered, which also explains his dislike for shorts.

For formal occasions, Tyler adapts his style depending on the event. He might dress up a shirt and jeans or don a rarely worn suit, typically for weddings. No matter the formality, he always completes his outfit with a cowboy hat.

Tyler rarely bothers with his hair. He typically just wets his hand and runs it through his hair a few times until he deems it presentable. For exceptionally special occasions, he does own some pomade, though he didn’t even use it for his sister’s wedding.

JAKE

Jake prefers lighter colors, favoring blues, greens, black, whites, and sometimes brown. Being stationed around have made him open to diverse styles, and he enjoys experimenting with adventurous fashion choices. He’s sometimes drawn to shirts with patterns that fit his color palette.

Given his profession as a pilot, Jake opts for short sleeves, as he dislikes being hot and values the comfort of having his arms free, especially when he’s not in his flight suit. While he likes jeans, he also has a variety of pants, including chinos and tailored cargos, to suit different occasions. Living in California exposes him to fashion trends, which influences his wardrobe choices. He often wears a baseball hat to keep the sun off his face. He also has a pretty good selection of shoes.

For formal events, Jake will wear his dress whites or blues if required. Otherwise, he has a selection of suits and blazers in various colors for different occasions. For more casual formal events, he opts for a smart shirt and pants.

Jake styles his hair every morning to meet his personal and navy standards. Even when he’s off duty, he keeps up with his routine and frequently uses pomade. While he occasionally goes for a controlled messy look, he generally prefers a neatly swooped style.

My poor Pinterest algorithm is all Glen now. I searched him once for this and boom. And there’s always some random Miles thrown in there too.

[brainwashinsou]

WIP of mine that’ll probably never get done. I’m really into freak show and side show stuff and am half brewing a freak show/circus fanfic but I can’t ever settle on the details. Rambling plot under the cut.

I kinda thought about having Shinso be a side show mentalist type performer who thinks his act is good enough for the main circus. Bakugo and Midorya used to be an aerial acrobat team but Midorya now does that with Ururaka. Kirishima and Bakugo now do floor work acrobatics together with Kirishima as the base and Bakugo as the flyer. Kirishima also has a small solo strong man act to warm up the crowd before the main circus, lifting weights, tearing phone books, bending pane, the works. Kaminari does an electric act. He does stuff like sitting in an electric chair and lighting a light bulb with his body and zapping any audience member that doubts if it’s real. All Might is the ringleader. Aizawa works behind the scenes. He doesn’t understand why Shinso wants to move his performance to the big top instead of staying at the sideshow. However, he’s seen everything, been here longer than anyone, so he helps him.

Koda would be an animal handler. All Might the ringleader. I’m not sure who the clowns would be, I’ll take input.

My main issue with this is I’m not sure what the conflict is like whose stopping him? Magicians are pretty solidly a circus act while the electricity act is a standard sideshow act that would never make it to a circus. So Shinso would actually be more likely to be in the main circus than Kaminari. I could have Shinso actually just be working behind the scenes with Aizawa and wanting to join the freak show. Maybe Kaminari lets him assist with his act, somebody needs to hold the light bulbs and filaments, plus Shinsos crazy hair makes him aesthetically a great sidekick for Kaminari. I also don’t see there being outright rejection from any of the 1A members or teachers so like where’s the conflict come from? But maybe the conflict could also be more dismissal than outright rejection like. Oh the acts are all full… oh you are so good at sweeping up though… oh we wouldn’t want you to get hurt.

I also don’t know if i wanna include villains but FUCK dabi as a human candelabra would FUCK SO HARD even tho i don’t think that’s a real act that freakazoid would do human pin cushion shit.

Also i can never decide if its quirkless or not. I think it would work better with no quirks but quirks r soooo fun especially if i want them to hook up.

Idk let me know what u guys think!!

Also some sketches

Y’all have no idea how hard it is to lock down this color palette when purple is like the only paint color i NEVER see in these freak show posters like

It’s usually red, orange, yellow ad the main colors with green and blue as secondary colors. I’ve seen purple on the subject of the painting even less often than it being in the background.

[beneathsilverstars]

sorry for a repeat question, but how do you add texture to your artwork again?

hi sorry this took so long! i was waiting until i had a good example drawing but i haven't been drawing much lately lol.

tl;dr: add the texture file as a new layer. then change its layer mode to something you like; i use "overlay" most often and "soft light" occasionally, but it's fun to play around with other stuff too. then adjust the opacity until you like it. repeat with as many textures as you want. then look at the finished piece to make sure the final color of everything feels correct, especially skin tones, and if anything seems wrong, adjust the base color until it seems right.

here's a download link for my watercolor textures.

now here's a detailed step-by-step of how i did the textures for this piece!

OK first here's my base flats. historically i usually use a plain circle brush to do neat flats, but lately i've been going sloppy using the same textured brush that i line with, which is a ton faster and the messy bits end up looking nice with the watercolor textures.

then i pick out a watercolor texture png that i think will compliment the artwork, and add it to the canvas. i use pink/purple/golds a LOT because they tend to look best with human skin tones (vs anything green-adjacent can make people look sickly, as one might expect). but sometimes i try to match a mood instead, like a cool teal-green forest or warm orange-yellow sunshine. in this case there's no scene so there's no lighting to consider, and it's sort of a ref sheet so i didn't want to get too whacky with it. so i thought that a yellow-orange would nicely compliment both the brown and the teal. however, i've found that using watercolors that are entirely bright red-orange-yellow turn out kind of flat, like everything is brightened to the point of not having much contrast within itself? so if i want yellow i usually go either yellow-green or yellow-pink or something, and in this case green seemed like the natural choice.

so, a predominantly yellow and green watercolor! i add it to the canvas, turn the layer mode to "overlay", and move it around until i think it looks okay — no stark high-contrast edges right across a character's face, for example. if there's a background i need to make sure it covers the whole canvas, but "overlay" layers don't effect white so it's fine to only cover the bunny here.

then i slide the opacity around until i think it looks nice — high enough to create visible variation, but not so high that i lose the original colors too bad. sometimes i'll change the layer mode to "soft light" for a softer effect, or "multiply" if the drawing has gotten too washed out and i want to darken it instead of brightening it, or even "hard light" or something if i want to get funky. but i use "overlay" like 95% of the time. my opacity usually ends up somewhere in the 20-50% zone.

sometimes at this point i'll notice a section that seems funky. if there's a hard high-contrast edge across somewhere distracting, i'll go in with a textured smudge tool to soften up that bit of the watercolor layer. or if the colors are bad in a spot, i'll lightly paint on the watercolor layer with a textured semi-opaque brush — like hey, this shoulder is way too bright orange compared to the rest of the body, so i'm gonna even it out with some cool green. however, if you do either of these things too much you'll lose the watercolor vibes, so i only do it in one or two spots if it really seems necessary.

depending on how it's turning out, i'll add more watercolor layers, probably averaging 2 or 3 but sometimes up to like 10. in this case i decided i wanted a little more texture and the colors were a little too yellow-green. so i tried a blue to cool it down but that was too cool, so then i tried like a pink-orange as well, but it still wasn't turning out so then i was like fuck it back to trusty purple. so i ended up with just the yellow-green layer and the purple-pink layer! same process here with adjusting the opacity, and then fixing any bits that were distracting. (the versions shown here are already fixed bc i didn't think to screenshot beforehand — i can't even tell where i did the fixes, which goes to show how subtle it is — i'm using low opacity and high texture brushes for these fixes)

at this point i liked the amount of texture and the balance of colors, so i was almost done. but my last step is always to take a look at the final colors of the objects and make sure they turned out right — sometimes a color will end up too light or too saturated or something. in some cases it doesn't really matter, like these teal pants would be fine as any shade of teal, but it's super important with skin tones, and it's common for blacks to end up quite washed-out. final colors definitely don't have to be eye-dropper-identical to the element's official, objective color, but you want it to look right within the context of the piece! if anything needs adjusting, i'll either go back and change the actual flats, or i'll add an overlay or multiply layer of a flat color.

this time, i thought the dark browns of her fur turned out a bit too bright orange-brown, when they're supposed to be a cooler grey-brown. so i made a new layer and roughly colored in some grey-blue splotches over the darker browns, and set that to overlay. it's a subtle difference but i was happy with it!

in pieces with backgrounds, i'll often add some additional texture layers to only the background, for a couple reasons. first, tinting the bg with a different color helps the character's colors pop out. second, bgs tend to contain more elements that are inherently varied and textured, like bricks and bushes, as opposed to character elements like skin and fabric that are mostly one smooth color irl. third, heavier textures de-crisp the details of linework and base color, turning it all into a more-consistent mush; i don't want to do that to a whole piece, but it really helps when i want the bg to, well, fade into the bg; and if i was sloppy while drawing and coloring the bg bc i don't care about it as much, that messiness feels more purposeful when it's messily textured as well.

sometimes i'll even add a texture layer to just one element, like if i want to make the shirt look rough and dirty. to make the texture apply to only one element, you can either use a "mask" on the texture layer and color in the mask shirt-shape, or use "clipping mask" to clip it to a layer that contains only the shirt's base colors. look up a tutorial for your program to see how to use masks and clipping!

i use watercolor textures most often, but i'll also sometimes use a paper texture or a "grunge" texture. i don't remember where i got these so you'll have to search for your own, but to give you an idea of what i find useful, these are my favorite non-watercolors:

i like the colors of the yellow/purple paper and it does give a nice parchment feel, the dark blue grunge is great for caves and stones and dramatic lighting, and the black/white grunges are good for adding a more consistent noise-like texture as opposed to a dramatic blotchy texture.

and here's the link again to all the watercolor textures that i made! not every watercolor texture i use was made by me, but, i do use mine the most often bc i have good taste.

[flickrrposts]

Black Hat is going to be Hypnotized by Heroes - Theory

Why?: It'd be cool.

Okay, seriously, this could be nothing more than fanfic potential, but in case there's some small chance that I'm right about this, here are a few points on where I'm coming from.

#1 - Tension

This show has reaffirmed time and time again, in the show, comics, livestreams, interviews, that Black Hat is:

A, Powerful,

and B, Terrifying.

I don't think I need to go through evidence of that being the case, if you're familiar with the show at all, you know this.

He's been side-lined throughout the entire show, and it would not only be cathartic to finally have him show off his powers, but it would also make him feel like a real threat in the story if he's positioned against Flug, Dem, and 505.

The tension would be raised to infinity. The show would practically feel like a horror movie because of how near-impossible it would be to defeat him.

#2 - Goldheart's Plan

According to Miss Heed at the end of s1e6, Goldheart wants to "end all villainy."

Black Hat controls all villainy.

P.E.A.C.E. has already caught on to how deep Black Hat's rabbit hole goes, via the agents creating the Podemos Bailar website. (omg, with Magician being one of the agents, then Black Hat's hat is the "rabbit hole", it's like a pun, you get it? You get that-)

Before the third Arenque Noticias video, Melissa Lead states, "If you ask my objective opinion, I'd say a controlled villain is better than a villain set loose."

As observed by @paper-gold-theories, characters with gold accessories tend to be associated with Goldheart or the Golden Rule in some way (Miss Heed, Porccini, the reporter in s1e4).

Melissa wears a golden necklace and ring, so it's very likely that her opinions either align with the Golden Rule, or Goldheart himself.

So if Goldheart's objective is to brainwash all villainy, then who better to target than the man at the top? (the man in the top-hat, haha, I'm on a roll)

#3 - Black Hat's Weaknesses

Alan has hinted that Black Hat is not invincible, and has actually described him as "lazy".

So the concept of Black Hat slipping up is not an impossibility for the show to explore.

#4 - Details

This is getting into TJLC levels of analysis, but I've noticed a couple things that could somehow be foreshadowing this:

In this poster:

Villains have a red outline, and heroes have blue:

(The fact that Flug and 505 have blue is an analysis for a whole other day)

But Black Hat has a gold-ish color on both sides:

This could be a stretch, but,,

In 2021, promo art was released for the show:

And Black Hat's monocle looks suspiciously pink.

Sure this could just be red shading that accidentally looks pink, but it isn't that hard to edit if the colors came out wrong, I did it just now:

The difference is night and day:

I don't think Black Hat has ever been associated with pink before outside of Demencia's fantasies. It would have been easy to choose any other colors too, like green, yellow, orange, or even blue.

The Black Hat being lit with pink for the first time is a coincidence in the very same promo that ALSO includes Miss Heed.

And as is obvious, ALL of the people Heed hypnotizes have glowing-pink eyes:

Even if this isn't foreshadowing to my specific fan-theory, I find a Black Hat - Heed connection extremely suspicious.

It's very well that in this scene, Flug DID perfect Heed's formula.

The heroes have the perfect hypnotizing formula. Or at least they still have some version now.

They have the means.

So TL;DR, Flug perfected Heed's hypnotizing formula, and so P.E.A.C.E./The Golden Rule/Goldheart is going to use it to control Black Hat when his guard's down.

(or somethin like that, idk)

[kittyoverlord]

Dungeons and Drag Queens Finale Nails! Close ups and reference pics. Inspired by the amazing art by Savana. (original post with better vid here). I'll add each polish used in a day or two when I have time, so check back in if you're interested.

This video is unedited because I don't have the ability to do that, but it has nice close-ups of each nail. Video has minor environmental noise that is not relevant.

I normally like to get finale nails done by the finale episode but due to life being hectic that didn't happen. It means I was able to incorporate some things from the finale which I don't usually get to do. I put a lot of thought into every aspect of this design.

I changed this design after putting it on because I didn't remember the bones in the original art and I decided to add a skull. Since it was added later it looks a bit off - if I had planned better I would have positioned it better with the acid river. I also had to restamp with darker green but I think it actually looks cool with the light green glow. Dark green stripe was stamped then the glitter was freehanded on top. Also wound up with some bubbles in it when I added the skull, but if any nail was gonna wind up with bubbles at least it was the throw away acid landscape nail.

Troyann's nail is colored similar to her skin, with a red shock of hair. Gold arrows and net in the background, I also used this "Mermaid Princess" stamp, though it's a bit hard to read.

I don't have a great axe stamp, so I used this hatchet design which I painted in, as well as some bones and bows to represent Princess.

A dark orange and red Kraken on a background of a sparkling sea.

Queen Inira is painted in. I tried to include her gold jewelry and the stripes on her tail. Also decided to add a line of pearls at the last minute. The background is her hair.

Mophandrix on a background of Icy Mountains.

I really wanted to get Gertie's horns in, and it took a while to figure out how to do it in a way that I liked. I also was on the fence of using the "Witch Bitch" stamp but then during my rewatch while working on this design I heard Gertie say that exact phrase so it made the cut lol. Background is supposed to represent Gertie's hair/outfit with a purple sheen to reflect the color of her magic.

I decided to do a scene with simple figures of Queen Titania and Mysaara underneath a broken crown. Picked a background that I thought felt like a fairy magic realm color.

I got this fairy design after the last season of Dungeons and Drag Queens and was excited to finally use it. I based it on Twyla's winter design to change things up. The background is pink like her magic.

I tried to add enough kelp to Buddy Bear while still keeping him looking like a cat. Pink background again as a connection to Twyla.

Thanks for reading this all if you did! I put a lot of work into this but feel like it was worth it all (even with the few cat hairs that I didn't spot).

Pics of stamping plates/polishes here bc of image limits. (will be linked later)

[shona22]

Traffic light game

Tagged by: @myrrhhymns

rules: talk about something creative you're working on of any kind. green: what is it about, what excited you about it, what sparked the idea? orange: slow down and share something from it: a photo, a few words, some more background info etc. red: what's the roadblock currently? what is one thing that is a necessary evil in making it?

Works: honestly, I am working on too many things at a time but I'll talk about 'I desire violently, and I wait' because that's my current baby.

Green:

The story is about Derek, obviously, and how he deals with his own sexual trauma, the heavy amount of guilt and self inflicted pain. It's also about how he gets to make no choices regarding important things in his life – like the bond with Stiles, when he's still a kid. It's him warring with the animal inside him, his instinct vs human mortality that's, I guess, wholly influenced by his sexual trauma. He's not a perfect victim, and not a good human at all. It's a cumulation of all things mainpain, whump and toxic yaoi.

What I'm excited about writing is Derek finally learning his lessons about asking for help and making do with what he has. Watching him realize that trying to carry every burden alone only hurts the pack – and learning that vulnerability can be strength is incredibly satisfying. And yes, I’m just as fucking ecstatic to write the toxic, boundary-pushing smut that tests both characters’ limits lol

What sparked the idea was a little bit of projection and copious amount of cough syrup, and a need to mix and match my writing stylization from when I was 16 and now.

Orange:

Excerpt from chapter 3 (WIP):

Cora eyes the twin-sized IKEA bed for a while, letting her blunt fingernails brush the purple cotton bedsheets. She stays standing a bit too long, swaying her lean frame forward once to inspect something minuscule, then straightening with a nod. If she remembers – that this particular color had once been an obsession when she was eight– there’s no confirmation. Not even disapproval. No hint that Derek’s crossed a boundary, assumed too much, maybe —

“Makeup,” Cora murmurs, holding up another bag of utilities carelessly deposited on the white vanity. She turns halfway, her eyes narrowing slightly, lashes brushing her high cheekbones. There’s a constitution to her gait, that unremarkable resting irritation on her face, that makes Derek remember himself.

Derek hovers in the threshold. One foot in, one foot out. He ducks his head, tightening his crossed arms just as he exhales, long and low. “Erica got it. For you.”

Red:

I'm mostly a mix between a plotter and a pantser. So something, even when I have some vague plotlines clearly written in points on top of the documents, my hand leads me elsewhere. I'm currently stuck at introducing certain scenes, for example – how it goes from rough sex to soft and intimate. Although, I have plans for how to end the story, what will happen in between, I'm still finding it's hard to keep a rhythm that follows the first chapter and is exactly the same vibes. I'm thinking of re-doing the second actually, and re-posting it.

Tagging: @dear-massacre @ursafootprints @thotpuppy @panlock participation is NOT necessary at all!! Just tagging if you wanted to :> sorry

[sleeplesslark]

LP thoughts and drawings incoming, regarding Kabuto's redesign.

Brought on by this post, but everything here is stuff I've been thinking about for over a year.

Thinking about Kabuto's outfit redesign for LP; R. I'm not good at character design stuff, but having him get an outfit change from Orochimaru’s uniform to Konoha’s, and now it'll be his choice of what to wear, feels significant. I want it to work well for his character.

So far I've been thinking of dark red, saw a post earlier about how it might he his favorite color due to his cloak being red, and I have some lead in for it with the nail polish scene. It also kinda clashes with Sakura and Naruto in a way the blue of Konoha’s uniform doesn't, which was also baby Sasuke’s color. I'd like him to almost look a lil out of place.

I have also thought of green. A color for poisons and a color of healing. It's also Tsunade’s color which would signify his new allegiance, and tactically it would blend in nicely with the forests in Konoha. A dark green I think would also stand out a bit with Sakura’s bright red and white and Naruto's orange and black, while not being as odd as dark red, after all he is becoming their teammate.

Overall it's been kind of hard finding a good design and color. I might list the main color and features of his outfit and let people draw their own conclusions about what it looks like.

For fun, here are some old pictures I came up with for a design while writing Interlude, when he was initially supposed to get new clothes.

Plus one of him with Sasori.

None of these are really speaking to me now though. In order, the top left feels like a resigns of his "secret meeting with Baki" look, which is intended I loce that outfit. But it adds in the belt and gloves from his Orochimaru outfit. I ended up thinking it looked too much like a mash of former outfits to convey his new alliegence well. The top left looked too fire nation for me but I liked the idea of the inside of his jacket having pockets for scrolls. The bottom left just looked too much like a sports jersey, but I fid like the idea of his main outfit having a hood for him to hide in. None of them feel very "naruto" to me though, I struggle to picture him with team 7 in any of these.

I do like the headband hanging from his belt though. Works well to show how his loyalty to Konoha would be easily knocked away. I also adore his long gloves so I think I'll keep them.

[cbsorgeartworks]

The Dragon Mage's Study, 2023 72.5 hours // Photoshop My latest painting!! Commissions Open 🐊Follow me on Instagram! If you are interested in a print, email me cbsorge @ gmail and I'll let you know when I get that figured out. I am planning on selling prints. Thoughts, info, and WIP process shots below:

I started this last summer and only just now finished it!.

I kept careful track of time and logged 72.5 active work hours (not counting breaks etc) over 43 days. So I could have gotten this done much faster if I hadn't taken months long breaks from working on this. Unfortunately I love details and complexity. File time stamp beginning and end:

While I have been working professionally for a long time, for various reasons I do not have a lot of up-to-date work to show for it. I am working on changing that with a new batch of art where I show off the skills I've built up over the years, going as hard as I can. I am hopefully going to be able to finish these faster from here on out. I have lots of plans - merch to sell, projects and series of work to make - so stay tuned!! I enjoy exploring a busy scene when the details all have thought put into them. With this piece I wanted to reward the viewer for looking closely, with details making sense in context. I also wanted to present a lot of "imagination fodder" for the audience to chew on. Unlike my Willy Wonka and the Candyman piece, which was sketched out roughly and only on one or two layers, this one was done meticulously and with dozens of separate layers for a cleaner finish, necessitating several clean drawing passes. I think it worked out well, I did much less re-painting. Process steps: 1) original sketch, 2) first pass drawing, 3)final pass drawing, 4) flats, 5) shading, 6) flats+shading combined for rough painting, 7) final painting. 75% of the work was just the final step, from rough to finished painting.

Also for this piece I experimented with a color gamut mask. I wanted to exclude all warm colors (yellows, orange, red). They only show up on the mage's skin, a focal point. I think I ended up pushing some of the yellow-er greens into there too.

Now on to the next one because I miss having painting to do every day. Yay art!!

[floralcavern]

Notes on my Ghost Fighters world

Gov. Organization:

Ghosts and Anomalies Association (GAA): These guys take care of all things related to ghosts and the supernatural. Currently being led by Kent Ehara. They have several branches connected to it that take care of different things, such as

-Spiritual Protection Services (SPS): Take care in fighting off rogue spirits. Nicknamed ‘exorcists’.

-Spiritual Releasing Services (SRS): Take care in helping those who have been possessed and can help rogue spirits in passing on by using hypnosis. Some very powerful ones can even hypnotize humans and/or pull a ghost back into its senses (make them sentient again). Nicknamed ‘mediums’.

-Evacuation and Disposal Crew (EDC): Assist in helping evacuate civilians when rogue spirits attack and cleanup after spirit has been destroyed. You have to have been part of the SPS first before you can transfer to this department.

-Anomaly Research Crew (ARC): Specialize in studying the supernatural. Interview possession victims and help rehabilitate them after their traumatic experience. Also study and try to discover new exorcism circles. They are also the ones who create the tech for the SPS.

6th sense: After someone has been possessed, they are marked with the ‘6th sense’, an X on their forehead. They have a very close tie with the spiritual world, able to see ghosts, even if they’re not rogue, and in some cases, can have powers even after being released from the spirit (extremely rare). 

‘Rogue Ghosts’: Ghosts who never properly passed on and make that everyone else’s problem. Possess people or cause problems on their own. Not all ghosts who didn’t pass on are rogue, may stick to the shadows and remain unseen. When a ghost goes rogue but not possessing someone, they can become physical, but more gelatinous. Ghosts are no longer sentient, and behave more like a stereotypical zombie.

Aura colors: All rogue spirits have an aura color. Each color represents how strong it is. -Orange: Relatively easy, by far the weakest. -Purple: A little more difficult. Tend to be larger in size and a bit stronger. -Green: From this point, spirits now have enough power to possess a person.  -Blue: Can destroy buildings if not contained quickly enough. Powerful enough to break an exorcism circle if given the chance. -Pink: Extremely dangerous. Full city evacuations must be carried out. -Red: By far the rarest and the most dangerous. Said to be capable of speaking, but not anything that makes sense. Just jumbled up words. But, that’s just a rumor.

Exorcist Gear:  -Gauntlets: Giant, made of silver and iron. Chalk embedded into the palm and fingertips to create exorcism circles (think that one scene from DanDaDan episode 3 where Momo’s grandma fought Turbo Granny). Pack a mean punch. Very common for exorcists to decorate the gauntlets with stickers or spraypaint. -Boots: Has 3 settings. Normal gravity, extremely heavy, or extremely light. Heavy increases the gravitational pull for the person wearing them, nearly making them an immovable object. Light decreases the gravitational pull, making them quicker and lighter on their feet. -Goggles: Nothing super special. Just protects their eyes.

Types of exorcism circles: (not about exorcism circles; not all of them are used specifically for fighting ghosts. You’ll see what I mean) -Lightning: Electrocutes the ghosts with anti-spiritual lightning -Trapped: Keeps them trapped in one spot. -Wind: Can create huge blasts of wind. Only stop once the chalk has been smudged. Used to push ghosts out of the way without punching it and causing more destruction. -Exorcism: Extremely hard to draw. It’s a combo between several trapped circles and requires the spirit to be at least 2 inches below the surface to work. Exorcists tend to work in pairs because of this. One is tiring out the ghosts and the other is assisting while also trying to punch a hole in the ground to get the spirit into. -Reanimate: Only rumored to exist. Said to put a spirit into the body of someone who has passed on. Unknown if it’s been created, people have tried and been arrested for attempting. Very illegal. 

(More to be added…)