#this is also in the spirit of repostober

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

Elftober 1: Hello

Sometimes Duck just needs Dusk to fully acknowledge his presence.

[jessenitrogen]

no new art atm, so old-ish earthspark doodles I made when I started watching it last year (kinda in spirit of repostober??)

also ES megatron would absolutely DETEST even HATE tfp megatron I know it he told me himself

twitch and thrash doodle pages to see if I get a hang of drawing them at the time, and a funny

[bonyfish]

I forgot about Repostober for a couple days which I think is also in the spirit of the season. Anyway, here's another revisited concept which I am very pleased with indeed: a Silver Age style cover for yet another of my and Sao's AUs, in which Chlorine is a superhero and Lithi is his secret nemesis. Also, neither of them know about the other's alter ego for a good chunk of the story, and they're dating.

The first one was drawn in 2012, and the redraw is from 2019.

[catwif3]

repostober day 18

unknown date-- started ????, finished 2019?

interrupting my gaia avi art beginning because i wanna talk about FILORA

mentioned her offhand back in steampocalypse because she is the queen of hell! is she, therefore, a demon? NO she's a fire spirit // arguably? a god? of fire?

she just took over hell because she was bored. and now she has all this fucking? bureaucracy???? to deal with? HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO HER, SHE MADE NO MISTAKES~♪ etc

she's also married with children, by the way. in no way should this terrible creature be trusted with children. zangan (the husband) raised the one and the other raised.... her own feral self, really

[pikmin-applebloom-art]

Repostober day 10-Human Pinkie Pie on a rainy day

[ID:

Pinkie pie as a human girl skipping and laughing in the rain. She is depicted as a light-skinned Black Girl with Pink natural Hair in a brazilian curls style and a chubby physique.

She has a sprinkle-print sweater with blue frosting, a pleated pink suspender skirt with a frilly trim, pink tights that have her cutie mark as a repeating pattern, and clear rain boots with bubblegum pink laces and soles.

She also has a fanny pack with various stickers and buttons, as well as cutesy jewelry and hair accessories. She has a Pink kirby hat on head, and she's carrying a Kirby themed umbrella.

One of her feet is up, and she is holding the umbrella in her right hand.

End of ID.]

Just a pic of what I imagine Pinkie Pie wearing on a rainy day. She's happy about it because the rain can't dampen her spirits!

Sadly that Kirby umbrella doesn't exist in real life. Also Pinkie would have clear rain boots to show off her socks/stockings/tights.

I think she looks cute in Brazilian curls with a kirby beanie!

[thedeliverygod]

Repostober: Day 9

A lil drabble about Yato finding his own way and drifting from his father & Nora for the first time.

Turning Point

“Where are you going?”

A light voice cut through the darkness, causing him to jump. Letting out a huff, he continued to feel his way around the trees, “Go home, Hiiro.”

“If I’m going home, then you need to go, too.” She answered automatically, trailing behind him, “Father will be angry with both of us, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t care what Father says or does anymore.” He narrowed his eyes, hastily continuing forward, “I’m going off on my own.”

“Why would you do that?” Her voice rose, curious and confused.

He finally paused and glanced back at her, “Because he just uses us. Can’t you see that?”

Hiiro immediately glared in response, “Father loves us.” He finally was just a bit taller than her, but he found the small girl was just as intimidating as she had been when he was a small child.

“Only if we do as he wants.” He corrected before starting to walk again.

Hiiro dashed out in front of him and stopped him in his tracks, “Why wouldn’t we? He’s the reason you even exist in the first place, correct? And I likely would have become food for the ayakashi if I hadn’t been named. We both owe him everything.”

He lowered his head and bit his lip, acknowledging, “I know that. But… I just can’t do it anymore. I’m going to find other wishes to grant.”

“Why are you hesitating? Did you disobey Father and talk to somebody else again?” She didn’t say her name, but he knew that she meant Sakura, “You never cared before her. And even after her, you still did as you were told for a long time.”

“No, I didn’t talk to anyone.” He mumbled, barely audible.

But he often thought about the things Sakura taught him, and how he felt when he was with her, as opposed to his so called family. He’d also watched human families in secret for his own sort of validation, and sure he saw some elements of what he had, but the differences were clear. So very clear.

And as for other gods, well… He’d really only had a few experiences with Tenjin, and needless to say they weren’t great ones, but there were no other gods that he had heard of with a situation even somewhat close to what he had. And there definitely was never a god who was forbidden to have a shrine; the very thing that kept gods alive, in most cases. And never a god who only granted wishes for one person. Of course, what he had been able to hear and read was limited, but it obviously wasn’t common place, that was for sure.

“I decided this on my own.” He pushed past her, continuing to walk, though he stumbled over the roots of a tree after making only a few steps. Catching himself, he kept walking and let out a small sigh of relief in that he didn’t hear Hiiro moving behind him.

“You’re being stupid, Yaboku.” He finally heard her call out, “And I’m going to tell Father.”

“Go ahead. Honestly, he’ll probably be happier without me around.” He answered with a small laugh, though a bit of annoyance as well as disappoint came through in his tone.

She didn’t answer him, but he heard her move swiftly back in the direction of their home.

He was fairly confident in that his father wouldn’t come looking for him, but he was still on edge as he continued to trudge through the forest with only the small amount of moonlight to guide him. Even a few days after and even a few weeks after he’d made the decision to leave, he couldn’t help but peek his eyes open at any small sound any time he tried to sleep.

He never stayed anywhere for long, and he often switched between whether or not he was dismayed or grateful for the fact that most people didn’t notice him. He knew it went against Sakura’s wishes, but he found himself back to taking whatever he needed from merchants. After all, how could a god without a shrine receive any food offerings? And it wasn’t like he had any money, either.

Not to mention the fact he couldn’t even grant wishes yet because he couldn’t even find a spirit to name as a shinki. Since Hiiro was presented to him by his father and he ran into Sakura completely by accident, he never really thought much about the difficulties involved.

It was honestly making him nervous.  Aside from the fact there were ayakashi literally everywhere, gods needed wishes to even stay alive. But what if he couldn’t find a shinki before…?

He shook his head.

There had to be someone. Anyone.

Another whole week passed by and just as he was beginning to consider if he should go back to his Father and Hiiro, the next day he spotted a spirit hovering near a small pond just outside of the town he had spent the last few days in.

Excitedly, he raised his hand and started to spout the words automatically, “Thou with nowhere to go and nowhere to return… I shall grant you a place to belong.” He hesitated, closing his eyes and taking a slow breath before continuing.

“My name is Yato.”

[silenthillmutual]

in the spirit of repostober, i'm reposting this link to tumblr. this has been my most successful fic, not just for danganronpa but out of any fandom i have ever posted for! i'm still pretty happy with it.

i'm doing a proper repost of it, becuase the link to it on my blog looks kind of wonky at the moment, and also because the original post is four years old. it only has six notes. i find that pretty funny!

anyway. i've been thinking about finishing up and publishing the few other things i had been writing for danganronpa. i was talking with a friend about the games last night and maybe i'll go back and replay them. who knows!

anyway. if you've read the fic, thank you for reading it; if you haven't, i hope you enjoy it!

[maiji]

[alt text for images: Watercolour painting of young Genkai and Yusuke in a reversible composition. Both of them are charging their Spirit Wave. On the Genkai side, rolling waves are rising towards her, with kanji reading her name and the character for "rei" (spirit) in white. On the Yusuke side, the outline of a bird shape - reminiscent of the energy revealed when he opened his spirit shackles - soars towards him. Kanji reads his name and the character for "kou/hikaru" (light) in white. Four images following show details of the bird's head, Yusuke's face, Genkai's face, and the wave.]

Repostober commentary: Reversible compositions are super fun things I've played with on and off; I haven't done one in a while! I remember being really happy with how this piece turned out, especially the colour palette and the sense of energy and light. I haven't done a reversible composition in a while and this makes me think about exploring one again...

This piece is also notable because I posted quite a bit of documentation of its process. You can see WIP posts here:

Sketches and application of masking fluid on the calligraphy (this is interesting because I haven't used masking fluid for many many years)

Painting Genkai in progress

Animated GIFs showing the various stages of the painting process, with two versions so you can watch it flipped to either Genkai or Yusuke's side

霊 // 光 (SPIRIT//LIGHT), 2014 Maiji/Mary Huang watercolour and white pigment ink pen 11" x 15"

Everybody’s favourite Spirit Wave masters wahoo! Or, everyone’s favourite irascible psychic delinquent and his no-nonsense ass-kicking grandma!!!! in her younger days.

Individually, Genkai and Yusuke are both such fantastic, multi-dimensional, compelling, larger-than-life characters. I have so many adjectives for them: badass, sarcastic, idiosyncratic, charming, adorable, gutsy, heroic, hilarious. Their dynamic together as teacher and student/dysfunctional but loving surrogate family only makes them even more awesome.

I love them so much ヽ(；▽；)ノ

Thank you again to my dad *^▽^* All the kanji in the piece is sketched from his nice calligraphic handwriting.