#the clean page au

[angstyhikka]

Some drafts for “The Clean page” au

Last two pages goes sooner in chronology of the plot yeah… sorry for posting my unfinished stuff it’s just this story will be finished veeeery not soon because it is really big ;-;

AND I CANT SPOILER IT AAAAA😭

Buuut I guess you already see how fucked up it is haha🫠

If in short TW: abuse, gaslight, gatekeep

Chronologicaly this story starts right after “At the dawn of the light” made by Ludwig or @lasymit (has two chapters translated and 14 untranslated) and “Where the war axe was buried” (doesn’t even posted yet) On witch we work with Ludwig together :3

[try02line]

Alright- i finally came around and made a lil fanart of the Wittebane brothers with the design of @angstyhikka in her clean page AU! I absolutely ADORE their and and will surely try make some other fanart as soon as I have some free time.

Now, smol disclaimer and apology, I did take this as an opportunity to experiment a bit with a new brush- the thing is, her artstyle is SO dynamic and visually interesting to look at, and it sort of inspired me a lot and made me want to try something new! I should have probably made some study and surely more practice rather than jumping right into this- but oh well, it is what it is-

Although the final result is a bit odd in some points, I do consider myself overall satisfied with the result. In particular with their faces and eyes! I think they look SO pretty, i would suggest you all to zoom on them bcs the texture really makes them- idk, it makes me feel as if they have a soul? If that makes sense?

I also made a version without lineart- i personally prefer it with my classic lineart as I feel it makes everything more cohesive and considering I am not an expert in doing sharp/soft edges to define forms, it helps a lot, but let me know what you think!

I also did struggle a bit with Caleb, I don’t think I usually draw … oldish people? Mature people? Something I definitely have to work on- ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, i think Philip looks adorable and his hair flows in a very nice way!

Here at the end I will also add a quick version I made with my usual flat colors just for comparison!

Not sure if I will continue experimenting with this particular brush, but It was very interesting and I really hope you can enjoy the result!

(Also not sure if is intentional, but I find it fascinating how their color palettes are inverted? Maybe is a me thing, but I always associate Philip with red due his childhood outfit and Caleb with blue due his jacket, so see them switched is very cute! But maybe that is just me-)

ANYWAY hope you all have a lovely day!!!!!!!! 🦊

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 61-64)

* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[levia-san]

Hero YJH x Demon King KDJ pt. 1 || pt.2 || pt.3 Index || Next Chapter

Part 2 will have more JD action I promise T.T (already drafted, no energy to finish for now)

Design Notes:

They have matching boob and back windows so their skin can touch when they fu-

EDIT: cleaned up the pages a bit for readability, but its mostly the same EDIT2: updated the art

[angstyhikka]

MY FUCKING GOD YOU FEEL IT SO GOOD🫠

Thank you so much you can’t imagine how much I appreciate your work💕💕💕

Angstyhikka clean page au

Bc anytime they draw Caleb it’s always a+ and the ability to make Belos look so pathetic in every post is like a superpower

[signanothername]

Worth it

That’s how Color shows his affection for Killer btw

[green-blue-switcharoo]

Doodle page, the sequel

( disclaimer: this was drawn out a while ago, I just wanted to make it look nice enough to post. )

[ratwithhands]

This is just a doodle page, but I had a comic + sketches planned for this concept. It's mostly just for shits and giggles, but the idea of Kokushibo having more demonic feature besides his many eyes was fun to mess with, so I roughed out something akin to futakuchi-onna (or ig in this case futakuchi-otoko). It's something subtle enough to get covered by his regular hair style but still be functional whenever he needs to work through a lot of food quickly.

I'm not sure quite how other Kizuki would feel about it since it's an ability only used in private, but since Douma's in the draft comic I made for this, I think he'd be cool with it. That or just bring him an obscene amount of parts just to see how he deals with eating it. It's a private mukbang stream to him 💀

[lightyakami]

Meet Me In Our Next Life

Lawlight Read on AO3 Contains: Some xenophobia, Canada, physically disabled!L, nonbinary!light, university In which L, working at his university's queer centre, meets and assists a fellow student.

L was sorting documents in the queer drop-in centre when Matt poked his head around the door. “Hey,” he said. “You speak Japanese, right?”

“I do.” He’d spoken it fluently as a child, but lost nearly all of it. He’d been relearning since he was thirteen, which gave him a solid six years of dedicated but suboptimal practise. He’d never been to Japan, and there were so few people in Canada who spoke it; even fewer who wanted to speak to a child who could communicate only the basics.

In practical terms, it wasn’t very useful, but there were intangible benefits to it. It was a thin red line tying him back to the best parts of his childhood — the tissue paper ghosts he’d tied on the floor of his immersion school, the scent of sumi ink on an inkstone, the kana in the picture books he’d traced his fingers around and which led him by the had to words his parents couldn’t speak, a language which belonged to a world where they couldn’t follow. [cont.]

[susartwork]

HOI! Here's a little something for @unknowntalesbymiles q(≧▽≦q)

Wow Su voice reveal, I became a true Youtuber /j I really can't take myself seriously ajfiawf

But- ye! Little voiced animated me reacts to my OCs being voiced gorgeously by them!

[scrunglepaws]

Super rough sketch of a deleted scene (more like an immediately scrapped idea). Something similar could still happen, though. Y'know, whenever I can jump back into Aquarius. :V

[angstyhikka]

NEW AU ALERT

Due to circumstances that I can definitely control, I have a new Au. And Ludwig is definitely not involved XD

SO THIS! This is "The Clean Page". Here we have oldman Caleb, after the ending of "Axe", gets into the world of "Dawn", kidnaps and lobotomizes Phillip (Phillip was not against it) and raises an ideal brother out of him :)))))

It's the worst fucking angst, if you will, almost a psychological thriller/horror, and at the same time there is sooooo much hugging, hurt-comfort, and also gaslighting, manipulation and of course psychological violence! All the way we love)))

Together with Ludwig (who, of course, was not there) and Levshany (who also had nothing to do with it) IN A DAY, we came up with a plot for such a good maxi with THREE acts anddddd i have no idea who will write / draw it because we already have a lot of projects that we painfully try to continue..... (Ludwig refused to write another maxiXDDD)

Sooooooooooo you will have to see stuff without context again sorry not sorry spoilers alert it will happen again for sure hahaha :,D

ANYWAY. ENJOY🌚🌚🌚

[desognthinking]

im fascinated what is tomb guardians au i am immediately imagining ava trying to get (very serious about her job) bea to talk to her (t4t aka tomb for tomb communication) like “it’s because you’re always on that damn guarding the tomb” and bea staring at her like “oh (relevant semi-religious curse word/deity invocation), i HAVE to fuck her”

Hi 😄  tomb guardians au is exactly that! except a little weirder, i think. Because they arent the guards stalking the graveyard they are the inhumanly stone-and-metal-but-not-really guardians themselves ☺️it's like what if beatrice had two heads and stood watch over the sealed, entombed heart of a bloodline. And ava was the new, terrible protector of a clan of craftsmen on a hilltop, buried with chambers of generations of their art. And what if they were necropolis neighbors 😳

This is one chunk previously posted and this shorter thing is set a little later, during the wedding mentioned in the first part. i think it kind of matches this ask pretty well 🥺:

Weddings are just like funerals: they’re never safe. The procession overflows from the courtyard at the mouth of the tombhouse, and nobody turns their attention to the other side of the hill. That's Ava’s job. Beatrice, perched carefully atop her roof in a long line of others she can vaguely make out, stretched across the rim of the hills, can see her sway and duck through kitestrings and tree-hung lanterns blowing in the wind as she keeps vigil. 

There’s fire, and an uncoordinated symphony of chattering accompanying music, and colored smoke that drifts up and drenches the air in pinks and yellows. The party had started at the Salviuses’ inner city tombhall, and then wound its way through the cobbled streets to settle here sometime around midday. Now the sun has cooled from its boil and the clouds are dissipating in streaks leaving swatches of color overtop the trees.

Celebration mixes with ceremony in equal parts, and Ava’s soaking it in, so she told Beatrice herself. Amidst the rush of activity at the Silvas’, she’d found her way over yesterday, dangling her human legs over a particularly stubborn branch that tipped over a brass gate, lurching under her weight towards brown grass.

“And, if you want,” she’d said quickly, “the view from atop our central mausoleum is incomparable.” Following the parched trajectory of Beatrice’s traitorous eyes, Ava had reached up to hurriedly smooth out the colorful combs that had erupted from her crown as she blurted out the offer. “You could see the dances up close.” 

She paused, as Beatrice reached out, at first hesitantly, then bravely, to gently still Ava’s hands from patting down the sharp, fiery crests. It’s okay.

(I like them.)

“We’re close enough that you could still keep a lookout for things over here.” 

Proximity, of course, was in truth the last thing that Beatrice feared would compromise her duty, and she knew that Ava knew it too. 

They sat in silence, not uncomfortably. Hot plumes, from where the days-long feast was being prepared in great earthen pots and pits on the rolling green surrounding the Silva walls, thinned out as they passed through the trees to Beatrice’s clearing. 

Whispers of stews, and meats, and spices. Beatrice felt, suddenly, terribly hungry.

“Will you ask again tomorrow?” she chanced, finally. 

Ava, bright and shocked and delighted, laughed. In her relief she nearly fell backwards off the branch, taking with her Beatrice, who had joined her on the tree.

Razor-edged fronds sprung up again from the top of her sun-warmed head. “Horrible”, she joked. 

Beatrice disagreed, and let her know.

Now, the sky is dampening, and the wedding party, in dribs and drabs, pauses to refill its cups and light its candles. In this twilight Beatrice lets herself turn to the west.

It is not easy to see, but the creature on the Silva house is there, beyond the clasp of woods, and when Beatrice meets its eyes its form unfolds in magnificent, menacing span and its unmistakable, jagged tail rises, quick and high, as in warning or challenge. 

From this far away, and half-hidden by foliage, it is impossible to make out the details of that bolted, harsh surface, but Beatrice knows how it feels under her palm, fluttering and leathery and spiny and warm, just as she knows by a glance the towering shape of the display and the exaggerated, daring, silly invitation that it extends across the space between their roofs. 

Ridiculous. 

Ava – terrifying as she extinguishes the numerous wraiths that have already sought to take advantage of the guardian transition, serious as the new caretaker of an artistic legacy, and an achingly, brilliantly quick learner of that uncommon dialect spoken by Beatrice’s house – lifts off her roof in a dramatic jump, and lands with a shaking thud that sends shivers through the ground all the way over. 

\

Help arrives so quickly that Beatrice knows said help is going to give her a hard time. 

“Mary,” she greets, relieved all the same. “Are you sure you don’t mind keeping watch?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Shannon's got it all handled back home,” Mary traces the perimeter easily, scanning the horizon in each direction and then feeling the hollows and convexities of the tombhouse in quick reappraisal. Beatrice stands aside as she smoothly pads across the surface of what she must have judged to be possible points of weakness, tests the robustness of a couple of Beatrice’s carefully constructed defenses, then nods, satisfied. 

A great-aunt, peeking out too to watch the celebrations, looks up, sees Mary, and waves. Mary sends her a bow. 

“You know, Bea, she’s right,” she hums, finally. “It’s not too far away, and you’ve always been focused when out visiting.”

The bait is not particularly subtle, and Beatrice narrows her eyes. 

“I just don’t think it’s safe to reduce any protections during a celebration when everyone’s guards are down.” She busies herself with cleaning up the place, tightening the wards and doing some final redundant sweeps and checks. “It’d be easy for someone or something to slip through, especially with so many unfamiliar faces.”

“Mm. And you’d be distracted.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Sure.” Mary circles, then sits down, settling in and getting comfortable. She uncoils and reaches out to nudge Beatrice gently where she’s examining the shifts in some stones very conscientiously. “And I promise not to look over.”

“Mary.”

“What?” She shrugs, casually puts out a strong claw and kicks Beatrice firmly off the parapet. “Time to go-o.”

There’s a shower of stone fragments as Beatrice shakes and gathers herself to snap and snarl halfheartedly and harmlessly up at her from the ground. 

Mary looks over the edge and shakes her head, grinning. “Oh, baby girl,” she tsks, “Don’t tell me you need me to teach you how to fuck her.”

“Mary!”

Mary’s laughter echoes as Beatrice turns and steals into the darkness, necks hot with embarrassment. “Now hurry up, Beatrice,” her call seeps, howling, into the roots. It warps with the topography of the earth into something deep and old, sinking its frigid teeth into Beatrice’s bones. But the shape of the wind whipping past Beatrice’s ears is fond and teasing in its turbulence as she tears through the thicket. “Your poor girl’s waiting for you.”

[barrenclans-survival]

moon 0 part 1

[lepeltge]

Did a little doodle page of @nnnnnnnothingtoseehere ‘s pirate au bc hcing and talking about it has kicked my creativity into overdrive

[starofancunin]