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Scrunkly Week day 6: a wall of snow keeps us hidden

Of course I had to make something with Pokévillains, what am I? Stupid? (yes)

This may be the entry I put the least effort in but it's funny. Wall of snow keeps us hidden more like wall of snow buries Maxie and Archie is NOT helping someone please save him before he turns into a popsicle

@scrunkly-week I imagine this and the previous one happening at the same time also. Lmao

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Scrunkly Week! Day 6

Winter Blizzard: A darkness closes in on body and soul

Oh boy the contrast between this and the previous one lmao

I couldn’t depict it but there’s heavy breathing there. Hc whenever he’s overly stressed or anxious he covers his mouth(ha ha projection lmao)

I wanted to make angst lol

@scrunkly-week :DDDD

[barbieb0y]

with a snap of the fingers.

day 6 already!! we're in the final stretch!!!!

for today, i went with a comfort unasked for yet welcomed ! and a wall of snow keeps us hidden kinda

this one is definitely more elaborate than my previous work ... bc this one's a fantasy au!! ive had this vivid image of paper cut and joe being a mage and a blacksmith respectively and them being kinda neighbors in a village. but it kinda extended to other characters too so you may see them here. also i used my actual name here bc paper cut doesnt sound like it'd fit in a fantasy setting 😭 and also his personality here is kinda inspired by a character named beryl from a game called sword of convallaria! here hes a really skilled mage whos kinda cocky but ultimately still a socially awkward dude who doesnt go out much. lol

if i have time, i'll expand on this au a little more! but for now, aside from what i said above, this au has sonetto as the "main character" or the hero who keeps coming back to the village from dungeon raiding (bc i cant see vertin doing it despite her technically being the protag in re99). kinda like dungeon meshi (<- read like 5 chapters of dunmeshi)

i love roguelikes so the idea of the hero reviving after dying in an always shuffling and changing dungeon appeals to me. so that happens to sonetto in this au

SORRY FOR THE WORD VOMIT i just enjoyed writing this a lot. anyways

Safar hates to admit it but he is very much snowed in.

Usually he wouldn’t mind the blizzard causing it - hell, sometimes he’d celebrate - but he needed to go out to get some potions from Sotheby across the village. It’s just misfortune after misfortune for him this winter season.

He can only mumble complaints under his breath as he instructs various (previously) inanimate objects to tidy up the place. It’s a rare occasion as he can be… quite the disorganized individual, despite having the convenience of magic literally at his fingertips. Though the process itself isn’t as magical, ironically enough.

Everything comes to a stop when he hears a banging on the door. His complaints double as he stomps over to the door. He quickly casts a translation spell, just to throw a warning to whatever monster threatens to break into his house.

“Get the hell out, you freaks! Do not piss me off!”

Instead of growling and howling, he is instead met with some coughs. Very humane coughs (or at least, humanoid). His temper subsides slightly at the possibility that annoying winter monsters finally got the hint after many, many years.

“I have no idea what you’re saying but it’s me, Joe! Y’know, the blacksmith next door?”

The big, tough guy next door? The sole source of all the sound pollution that made Safar soundproof his walls? Well, at least it’s a human. They’re supposed to be good at reasoning with other humans. At least, the mage hopes so.

Even then, it’s strange that the blacksmith is out there during a literal blizzard. Like it or not, the mage has to let the tough guy in, lest he dies out there. The snow-drenched blacksmith stumbles in, which helps with the mage’s attempt to open and close that front door as quickly as humanly possible.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

The host spouts the moment he slams the front door. It’s a genuine question asked sort of out of concern but the mage has to admit he didn’t want any kind of visitor, monster or not. Thankfully, his little inanimate servants managed to clean up the place in time for the unexpected visitor.

“I was on my way home but then the snow got super heavy and well. Your place is nearer and my balls are freezing.”

Safar can’t argue with that. He can interrogate where he was from once they settle down. And so the mage surrenders to his fate with a sigh, making his way towards his shelves flowing with ingredients of many varieties. Making the blacksmith feel right at home will be a piece of cake.

“I do not want to hear about your freezing balls. Sit down over there, I’ll make some tea. Or are you more of a coffee guy?”

Out of habit, the mage starts throwing out everything he’s not looking for. Joe is oblivious to this despite all the noise he’s making and simply enjoys himself on the very comfortable couch, right beside a very cozy fire.

“I’m fine with anything.”

The blacksmith begins to lay down on the couch. Safar knows well that Joe has the luxury of being a guest and it’s common courtesy for him to treat the guest well but he can’t help but think for someone so big and tough-looking, he sure as hell seems content to not put those muscles to use.

Well, whatever! He’s a mage for Pete’s sake! He has the convenience of using supernatural powers to aid him in his daily activities! And moving things around with magic is child’s play for the best mage in this village!

He proves this point by snapping his fingers, which drops a whole tea set (with cookies on the side) on the coffee table in front of Joe. The guest jumps from the sudden movement, though the self-pouring kettle remains unfazed.

“And anything you will get.”

The host smugly proclaims as he struts towards his guest. With another snap of his fingers, lanterns illuminate the living room. He looks around the room, pondering if there’s anything else that needs some finger-snapping. Ultimately, his gaze lands on the fireplace. He sneaks a glance at Joe.

“Is the fire warm enough?”

Increasing the heat of the fireplace requires more effort than just finger-snapping but the extent of it just consists of the inconvenience of having to grab an extra ingredient from his stuffed shelves. Yet Joe only smiles at the host, as warm as the flames that lick the smooth stone.

“Yeah. The perfect temperature actually.”

Safar’s smug smile turns into a genuine one. He has to admit – the guy’s energy is contagious. Having his mood lifted up slightly prompts him to join his guest near the fireplace as he quite literally lifts himself up off the floor, hovering in midair in a cross-legged sitting position. Joe pretends to not be impressed but the mage can tell he’s stealing glances.

It’s easy for the mage to forget certain tricks up his robe’s sleeves are unthinkable for other people, especially for a regular human such as Joe. Some think the mage can be a little too boastful for his own good but Joe isn’t part of that crowd - he deserves to be boastful. He’s the most skilled mage in the village! That much can be seen with the huge certificate that’s pinned up right above the fireplace. The words “BEST MAGE IN CHARLESTON VILLAGE” in the mayor’s crude handwriting swell with pride.

“...Reminds me of my forge back home.”

The blacksmith comments on the warmth of the fireplace, but it also alludes to the fact that he has a certificate in his workshop too - except it says “BEST (AND ONLY) BLACKSMITH IN CHARLESTON VILLAGE”. He always chooses to ignore the words in the parentheses.

Joe lets his eyes wander around the small establishment. It’s a simple little house, the only doors there being the front door and the bathroom door. Everything else is open-ended and connected, with only some half-walls partitioning specific rooms. The place is both tidy and messy. He doesn’t even have to try to feel right at home. Maybe he already is.

…Or not, because Safar is basically a stranger to him.

“Oh yeah, where were you going before the storm hit anyway? I thought you didn't go out of your smithy?”

Right when he thought to start up a conversation, the mage had that handled. Even the blacksmith himself forgot he was out and about still when the storm hit. He racks his brain at the interrogation.

“Sonetto just finished another dungeon run and managed to bring back some good metals for me to mess with and uh… I got excited.”

Safar can never understand Sonetto’s insistence on making her way down that cursed dungeon. But he supposes that strong sense of justice is the reason why she’s The Hero. Bestowed with powers of reincarnation, she’s basically immortal. He can’t help but feel a bit bad for her though.

He never understood why so many yearn for eternal life. Initially he believed that those people merely have an innate desire to be remembered forever which then translates into desire for immortality. Yet he doubts Sonetto is one of these people, despite being The Hero. She’s… really just a good person at heart.

The mage tries to illustrate the image of both Sonetto and Joe in the same room. Hm. A little too full of sunshine for his liking. But no doubt it’d be a delightful room to be in all the same.

“Probably should’ve stayed put then, dude. There’s a reason why people say patience is a virtue.”

The mage comments as a cup of tea makes its way towards him. He downs all of it in one gulp.

“Don’t remind me. I’m impatient as hell.”

The host has to give it to him, he is self-aware at the very least. Safar laughs at his response, Joe pouting at the former’s reaction. The mage then offers a sincere smile. “I get it. Why do you think I use magic for everything?”

He has to admit it too. The mage can be a very prideful person in front of others but behind that closed door, he yearns for a lazy life just as any tired person does.

“Lucky. All I got are these awesome muscles.”

Joe flexes his left arm, bicep bulging boastfully. The mage finds himself entranced by the display. It’s a reminder of his preferences for people to stare at. His gaze is a little too shameless.

“Like what you see, don’tcha?”

Blood rushes to Safar’s face almost immediately at his comment. He would respond but he knows the words that’d leave his lips will stutter. So instead he turns towards the fireplace, attempting to be enchanted by the flames’ dance instead.

“...This is nice. We never really had the time to get to know each other.”

To his relief, Joe changes the topic just as quickly as he was to tease Safar. The latter says nothing for a while.

“Yeah.”

Joe was definitely an uninvited guest but Safar would be lying if he says that his presence is not comforting. And for the time being, the blizzard outside will keep them hidden from the outside world for a little while. More than enough time to forge a friendship.

And it’ll be easy as snapping your magical fingers.

[inwhichidoaheckinart]

Winter Blizzard - A Darkness Closes In On Body And Soul - Bad Start!Vy Ellion (OC/D&D AU)

This, he will come to know, is but one of a million timelines, and that in so many of them, he lives with his family. With two parents who love him, and a twin brother who he doesn't even remember now. With friends. With a city to roam. With the piece of mind that he will be cared for. That he won't be left on his own.

And when he sees this, and he sees what could have been… we'd all best hope his heart has thawed enough for him to properly grieve for it. Otherwise, those shards of ice will become all too dangerous.

'I'm close to finishing this,' I say, a fool, forgetting that even though I enjoy doing shading, that doesn't mean it doesn't take me ages.

Anyways! More Vy, but this time it's him in an alternate universe! Specifically an AU some of my friends from that campaign and myself cooked up where the party members were raised by various antagonists from said campaign. In other words: what if the woman who made your life (and hundreds of others) a living hell for five years kidnapped you when you were like, four, and raised you instead? Featuring severe abandonment issues and a deeply ingrained sense of perfectionism. Yaaaay!

This isn't actually a piece I drew for scrunkly week specifically, I will admit. I actually originally drew it in pencil like... a year ago. It's been sitting in my files for a while, so for today I thought I'd finally clean it up and color it digitally!

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Scrunkly Week Day 6 : Winter Blizzard

Prompt: remember those we've lost

This is about my Final Space OC, Meowcha/Charcoal. While it isn't directly about loss or mourning, it does focus on the crew of raiders that she was rescued by and worked alongside for several years before they died. So! Themes of loss, ehe

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A thudding noise travelled through the floor of the ship, waking Arty from their sleep. They had been on edge since their last raid, having found an injured Ventrexian left in the wreckage of a battle field.

They threw on a lab coat over the top of their sleep clothes — which had slowly morphed into just a random shirt and some sweatpants over time – and made their way out of their room and to the medicine bay.

They found the Ventrexian awake, her one uncovered eye wide and panicked. Her ears bent back as they entered the room, and a low growling sound resonated from the back of her throat.

She opened her mouth to speak but instead winced, lifting a hand in an attempt to feel her face but halting as she realised her right arm was connected to bunch of cords, while her left arm was completely obscured by bandages.

"Try not to move too much, you're very injured," Arty commented, moving to her bedside to offer her some water from a bottle that they held up to her mouth. She hesitated for only a moment before accepting it.

"Where am I?" She coughed a few times after speaking, her throat dry and voice cracking from disuse.

"You're on our ship, we found you in the aftermath of a battle, bleeding out under a broken stone wall. We managed to get you here without you dying. Yay!" Their little cheer is meant to encourage her, but they see her pupils shrink in response and lower their voice. "I'm sorry... you've been through a lot. Does it hurt?"

"Kind of. Mostly my neck."

Arty nodded. "That makes sense. I'll give you some painkillers, and hopefully they'll help you get back to sleep."

"I need to get back to my squadron. They'll be looking for me."

Arty stopped what they were doing, the liquid painkillers held in their hand. They stared at her, at the unwavering look of responsibility on the face of the heavily injured Ventrexian in front of them.

And they didn't have the heart to tell her the truth.

"We'll get you back to them as soon as you've recovered." The lie slips from them easily, years of evading the law making it feel like second nature for them.

She nodded as they began injecting the painkiller into her, eyes slowly blinking as she begins falling back asleep. "Soon?"

"...soon."

She didn't notice their hesitation, already drifting off to sleep.

Arty sighed, placing the syringe down as they stared at her. Half her body had been torn to shreds, yet she wanted to rejoin the fight.

They exited the room, pulling up the report that Rena had sent them only hours before.

A photo of their patient, included on a list of the Ventrexian soldiers lost in battle in the past week.

It revealed her name, which was helpful considering how her identifying soldier tags had been destroyed in the blast that injured her. Arty did not like having to pick all of the shards of it out of Meowcha's skin. Dealing with the armour fragments was hard enough.

They sighed, closing the report and shaking their head. They knew their lie would fall apart as soon as their patient was lucid enough to move around on her own. The first thing she'd do would be to look for information about her squadron if her question from earlier was any indication.

Rena already had a plan in mind for her. They'd look after her while she recovered, and slowly teach her their raiding skills when she's well enough to learn. They'd help her find her squad once she proved that she was able to hold her own in battle once more.

They just had to hope that she'd cooperate with that plan.

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Meowcha groaned as she opened her eyes, slowly climbing out of the bed that Rena had assigned to her when her initial stay in the medbay came to an end. She was still adjusting to having an entire room to herself – she was used to bunks crammed into rooms shared with a minimum of five squadmates. The ongoing war meant that soldiers weren't granted the luxury of personal private spaces.

She was also trying to adjust to the limited hearing in her left ear that she had now. Arty had assured her that it would improve as time passed – they believed her eardrums were just weakened by the trauma of the blast, both in volume and impact – but there was no guarantee that she'd ever fully recover her hearing in it.

Life had been... tough, since the raiders found her. She was glad that they had. She had accepted the fact that she would've died if they hadn't found her and chosen to help her. She'd always be grateful to them for that.

But each day spent with them, learning their ways and getting more comfortable around them, made her feel some sort of shame deep inside her chest. It felt wrong to not be with her squadmates. It felt worse to not be fighting the Tryvuulians like she had been for years. But she knew that she'd be no use in a battle right now.

Staring at the fresh scars forming on the left side of her body reminded her of that. She could barely move without the pain from them making her wince. It was obvious to all of them that she'd be useless in battle.

But Rena tried to keep her entertained, doing her best to teach her everything possible while she wasn't field ready. Even Lear had tried teaching her how his job worked, though she didn't understand that much. She was never good with mechanical stuff like he was.

Meowcha tried to go through the very basic training exercises that she did when she had first joined the Ventrexian army, in order to try keeping her strength up, but the pain quickly grew too overwhelming for her to continue.

It was a difficult realisation for her to come to. Knowing that her body had become so weak and sore after the blast that she could do even the most basic exercises without collapsing affected her badly. She figured that was why the others were trying so hard to keep her occupied, to prevent her from falling into a depressive spiral.

She appreciated it. Even if they did get a bit overbearing with it sometimes.

Her train of thought was broken by a knock on the door, followed shortly after by Arty popping their head into the room. "Good morning, Charcoal!"

She was still adjusting to the new nickname that they'd all given her. It was strange, but she didn't hate it.

"Morning," she replied. "What's the plan for today?"

"We're approaching an old junkyard that's been abandoned for ages." Arty grinned, seeming pleased about something. "You ready for your first raid?"

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Day 6 of scrunkly week, now with TWO Separate drawings!! 😈

This first one is just Yume and Raen chilling, it can get quite boring when you're stuck indoors!! Wonder who's going to win at uno? :0

Here's the second one, using the prompt: "A comfort unasked for yet welcomed"!

Using a different layout for a change!! I've become addicted to drawing coulds and sunsets now😭😭 (the second variation is there because I drew too much background that was covered up😞)

Being two immortal people (although under different circumstances), you really do need a hug every once in a while! Atleast they're not alone :,D

Thanks to the people at @scrunkly-week for making this such an enjoyable few days! Can't believe itll be over soon😞

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Scrunkly Week: Day 6

Milli didn't need anyone. Not with her Pattern Power; if she wanted something, she could make it. When she was a kid, she thought she needed others, but those days are long gone. They needed her to be their hero, sure, and some still do, but she didn't need them. She didn't need anyone. Besides, even if she did, they might not stay. So many of those she knew back then left Umi City long ago. Even Geo left, choosing to live in the sea with the bubble guppy Zooli, who loved seahorses as much as he did. On some level, Milli hoped they were happy, but she never bothered to check. After all, she didn't need to, because she didn't need them. She didn't need anyone.

Day in and day out, the pattern was the same. Bot, the third member of the team that once was, went out to see if anyone needed help. If they did, he tried his best to solve the problem by himself, but he always ended up calling Milli for help. She helped, but didn't stay around for the celebration once all was said and done. There was just no point to it. At the end of the day, Bot came back to their fountain home, tried to start up a conversation, but ultimately failed, and then they went to bed to start the pattern over. That is, until one day, when Bot didn't return alone.

Two little(in every sense of the word) kids, around the age Geo was when their team was in its prime. Not just any kids either, but heroes of knowledge. Chance, with powers of probability, and Meri, with powers of time-telling. Even they weren't sure how they got to the city; heroes of knowledge never seem to remember where they came from. Perhaps they are formed from the very concept of knowledge themselves, who knows? In any case, they were here now, and they needed a place to stay. It was cold that day, so Milli made them some warm clothes and thought they would just leave her alone. Instead, they cuddled up to her. There was a warmth from their new outfits, sure, but there was another kind of warmth there too, and that warmth certainly had an effect.

Milli didn't need them; she didn't need anyone. But in that moment, she finally remembered how much she wanted someone.

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blizzard!

ok so all these seasonal prompt made me think of my favorite song like ever and so I decided to implement that into this story! The song is called Song of the heavenly maiden or Celestial maiden and I first heard it from the film, the tale of princess Kaguya! I’ll put the song here so you can listen to it! It’ll be the English version and the Japanese version so you can listen to both but if you wanna listen while you read I recommend the Japanese version. Trust me you’ll know which part clubs is singing when you get to it.

The howling outside was not helping the little prince of Diamonds sleep. His tail was curled tightly around him as he shut his eyes, trying to imagine sunbathing. The balcony doors fly open and snow attacks his little face. He hisses from the cold and tries to get up to fix it. But he’s too cold to move and his blankets just blew away. He started to whine and cry but no one could hear him over the wind. He was shaking so badly from the cold but he forced himself to get up. He flopped off the bed and used his arms to crawl towards the blankets. He wrapped himself in them, praying to the angel that they would warm him up. He huddled in the corner, inside all of the blankets and began to sing. It was a simple little song Clubs had taught him and it always made him feel better, especially during storms. “G-Go round go round water wheel go— go round—“ his voice was so shaky and quiet but he could feel himself calming down. “Go round and call mister sun, birds bugs beasts grass flowers and trees, s-spring summer autumn winter, bring em all on—“ he shuddered again but the thought of summer was helping. “Spring, summer— au-autumn winter bring em all on…” he mumbled the last part. “No more winter…please no more winter… I want more of my song…no more…” he cried. Suddenly he heard a sweet low voice begin singing in a language he didn’t understand. “まわれ　めぐれ　めぐれよ　遥かなときよ。。。” “Clubs?” He sniffed. Clubs gently padded over to the balcony doors, shutting them. They then picked Diamonds up their middle head and kept singing to him. “めぐって　心を　呼びかえせ

めぐって　心を　呼びかえせ!” “That sounds like…the song…” they laid him down in the bed and wrapped him up. “It is…these are the special words.” “Can I hear them?” “you may not understand until you’re older.” “But we will sing them to you forever you need them.” “Forever…” They got into the bed with him and cuddled him close, their body warmth helping him relax. “鳥　虫　けもの 草　木　花

人の情けを　はぐくみて

まつとしきかば　今かへりこむ .” “So pretty…so so pretty…” he mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.” “Goodnight 小さなヘビ… sweet dreams…” The left kissed his head and he smiled as he began to dream.

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I hope you enjoyed!

(here is the English version)

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Scrunkly Week day 6 : Winter Blizzard

Brr! What's that feeling? You're telling me there's a Blizzard happening outside? Yikes! How will your scrunklies spend the coldest days of the year? Huddled up inside on their own, or braving the harsh snows of life with their friends by their side?

Use the tag #SWWinterBlizzard to share their stories with us by the warm fire that's keeping all of us sane this winter!