#this was a difficult palette to work with

[silkear3d]

he  supposed  his  words  could  often  come  off  as  fake,  as  manufactured,  as  though  he  was  candy - coating  each  and  every  sentence  to  get  himself  where  he  wanted.  that  was  far  from  the  truth  when  it  came  to  eddie.  his  father  had  been  the  same,  an  effortless  smooth talker  who  seemed  to  transcend  culture  and  language  in  his  charisma  ;  the  young  rietveld  boys  had  observed  their  father  and  picked  up  a  thing  or  two  beyond  how  to  delicately  brush  dust  from  an  ancient  artifact.  “so  i’ve  heard,”  smirked  the  blonde,  sauntering  alongside  amara,  towering  in  his  elongated  frame  like  a  mantis  stalking  across  a  leaf. a  smile  cast  over  his  lips,  something  easily  missable  if  amara  hadn’t  been  paying  attention.  a  hot  chocolate.  eddie  wished  that  he  could  have  kept  a  handle  on  his  own  childhood,  that  he  could  indulge  in   saccharine  things.  instead,  he  gravitated  towards  bitter  coffee  and  whisky  that  burned  his  throat  on  the  way  down,  cigarettes  that  left  a  hot  ache  in  his  throat  after  smoking  them.  self - sabotage.  “thailand ? ”  he  whistled  through  his  teeth,  “i  went  there  once.  bian  chiang  — the  most  important  prehistoric  settlement  in  southeast  asia.  now those  are  some  bragging  rights.”  he  thanked  her  and  took  the  coffee,  wasting  no  time  and  taking  a  sip  despite  the  scalding  heat.  “completely  fascinating.  beautiful,  too.”  eddie’s  grey - blue  gaze  lingered  on  amara  for  a  moment  too  long.  “do  you  ever  think  i  might  pull  of  the  smart  glasses  look  because  i’m  actually  smart,  or  do  you  think  it’s  all down  to  my  styling ?  do  i  have  to  work  harder  to  impress  you,  miss  manoban ? ” it  wasn’t  often  that  anyone  saw  his  eyes  without  thick  shields  of  glass  in  front  of  them.   he  had  heard  it  all,  being  called  a  grandpa  and  a  hipster  —  anything  in  between.  with  this  monochromatic  palette  and  meticulous  seams,  ironed  pleats,  twill  and  tweed.  with  the  coffee  gradually  warming  his  palm, they  found  themselves  beside  the  glasses  stand,  and  with  his  spare  hand  he  lifted  his  frames  to  rest  on  his  forehead,  blinking  hard  to  help  the  transition  between  being  able  to  see  and  being  thrust  into  blindness.  “as  long  as  they  aren’t  bright  pink  and  in  the  shapes  of  triangles,  i  trust  your  judgement.  i  still  want  to  have  a  job  by  the  end  of  this.  i  need  to  maintain  some  air  of  professionalism.” fun  was,  more  often,  a  rarity  for  the  man.  it  was  difficult  to  remember  a  time  where  he  felt  that  light,  as  though  he  could  have  lifted  off  of  the  ground  and  levitated.   almost  childlike.  no  matter  how  ridiculous  their  plight  seemed,  eddie  gripped  onto  it  with  both  hands. 

Amara let out a short, amused breath, shaking her head as she glanced at him. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said, tone light, but there was a warmth in her expression. “Thank you.” Compliments weren’t something she always knew what to do with, but Eddie’s came so effortlessly that they were easy to accept. Besides, she figured there were worse things than being called elegant. She led them toward the nearest stall, already placing their orders. “One black coffee, and a—” A small pause. “—hot chocolate for me please.” she smiled again, thinking there's no such a thing as too many hot chocolates.. right?

When he asked about home, she exhaled softly, trying to weight her next words. “Thailand,” she answered, then after a beat, “Phuket, specifically. My parents traveled around, but my siblings and I spent a lot of time there —just us.” That was the easiest way to put it. She didn’t go into detail about the nannies who gave them their little slice of freedom before the school year pulled them back into structure. It wasn’t something she liked talking about — not because it was painful, just because she didn’t see the point in sharing parts of life that had been out of her control and wasn't one to show off. Life was different now. That’s what mattered. "I guess that's why I can't get used to the cold," she added with a light chuckle. "I'm more of a monsoon type of girl. At least there, I know what to do and not suffer. But here? It's like, no matter how many layers of clothes I have, nothing helps. Either that, or I'm just too weak." She joked, shaking her head at the thought.

“You know, I’ve got to give you credit. Not everyone can pull off glasses and actually look smart — like, I’ve definitely got a PhD in something smart.” Amara responded, anm paused for a moment, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “You’ve definitely got the look down, though. Not a secretary, not at all. More like an artist who accidentally ended up as a professor… or a professor who secretly wants to be an artist. You choose, though. Both options suit you.”

With a small smile, Amara turned to the counter, paying for their drinks before the barista handed them over. She returned to Eddie, pressing his black coffee into his hand with a dramatic flourish, making sure to get his attention. "Here you go, Mr. I have a brilliant mind. Let's see if we can find you a new pair of glasses that gives you a whole different look."

[aucatgirl]

[artem1sc0re]

Was practicing with Posca pens so wrench screenshot redraw ദ്ദി( ｰ̀εｰ́ ) .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Initial sketch:

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[stqrmyskies]

h10 all star with Sky for the art requests?

here’s your whump with a side of angst :D

[good-beans]

Do you love the color of the Mahiru?

To complete my set with Yuno and Fuuta 👍 Huge thanks to @waivyjellyfish for sharing your character color reference, it was a godsend for this lol ✨️

[jitteryjive]

i still haven’t shared the lore of fitzroy & foster (the new OC universe) but since everyone knows my two favorite dorks i will share this concept if they were toons in F&F instead of crime express!!!

[sandcastle-art]

can't sleep. remembered that i never draw WhereWolf playing drums even though it's his job and also the entire reason he exists as a character.

[earthdoves]

And you did some damage so I'm making you pay (You may think you're winning, but checkmate)

@f1blrcreatorsfest sprint 1: driver duos - eastern

[dymeon1]

Saint

also something made in process

[misteriouschum]

I love all these color swaps you did!

First you did Capsaicin with Caviar, then Dark Cacao Dragon Lord with Capsaicin, now how about you try Caviar with Dark Cacao Dragon Lord?

(You can wait until next week or longer, you decide when to do it, I'll be patient)

i’ll do it :) i’m finishing another color swap rn so i’ll do it after that

[illegiblewords]

A few style sets I tried setting up! Some have existing aesthetics they fall into, some don't.

[loveletterworm]

ive been trying to come up with a different design for the player character in Picking Up Flashlights Off The Ground Simulator but its really difficult because i'm just trying to replicate the simple beauty of an amongus but have to take a bunch of extra steps because an amongus already exists.

I hate this stupid cat thing it looks stupid. And ugly. I hope it never knows happiness.

[alt0stratuscloud]

There's a new form where the spots are red that shows a bit better that they're meant to be fabric! Still not exactly clear What the fabric is, but I hope this helps regardless!

I want to draw king! Foolish but I have no fucking idea what’s going on here. Like is his chest and pussy out to the world?? Does he have just shoulder pads and that purple shall thing??

[la-pheacienne]

I'm reading the lord of the rings and I'm once again amazed at how... good most characters are. Like, they are genuinely good people. They are a bunch of kindhearted, gracious, caring people, coming together under adverse circumstances and trying to figure things out and find a solution and support each other through it all. Like Frodo and Sam meet Faramir and Faramir is a bit suspicious at first and kind of implies Frodo may be a spy, and then when he hears his story and he's like Frodo, I pressed you so hard at first. Forgive me! It was unwise in such an hour and place. And this blows.my.mind. He wasn't even particularly mean or threatening to him in the beginning, he's just such a kind, considerate man, recognizing the kindness and honesty of another man. And they're all like that. Even Gollum starts slowly changing (for a short while) when he encounters Frodo because that's the thing about kindness and humility and grace, they are contagious. They transform people, even a creature like Gollum cannot be immune to that. Like, you may consider all this simple and basic and I get it but, hear me out. It is quite rare to see that in modern media and it is also pretty difficult to pull off in a way that is not corny and simplistic. It is mind blowing that you actually don't have to present the entire palette of human cruelty and vice in order to tell a compelling story, contrary to popular belief. Lotr does the exact opposite, and it is just beautiful and it warms my heart. Especially taking into consideration tolkien's pretty grim growing-up experience, him being a double orphan without a home, raised between an orphanage and a priest and having no family apart from his brother and then the war and then he almost dies and then he's poor as hell and then a second war and it all makes sense somehow. He writes to his wife who is also an orphan two days before the marriage "the next few years will bring us joy and content and love and sweetness such as could not be if we hadn't first been two homeless children and had found one another after long waiting" and, yes, yes! The love and sweetness just radiate from his work, the entire lotr series is a little radiant bubble of hope and love and grace that he imagined in his head to deal with a dismal reality and then he just gave that to the world, and isn't that what imagination and art is all about after all?

[readwritealldayallnight]

Yours, Mine, Ours

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

wc: 1.5k words

warnings/tags: fluff

“So did the other two actually say no or did you just never invite them?”

“‘Course I invited them, you asked me to, so I did.” Simon replies with ease, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him. “They’re smart lads, lovie, they knew to say no all by themselves.”

You shake your head at him in disbelief but the smile that’s been plastered across your face ever since the two of you pulled out of your flat’s parking doesn’t budge. Simon’s been driving for a few hours now, and as stressful of an experience as that is alone, you’re too excited to mind the long journey in the car.

Simon is on leave for the next two weeks, something about Price having to attend a funeral following a death in the family, and deciding that everyone on the force was due for a bit of time off. Seeing as the Captain was going to be preoccupied during his time off duty, he had asked if Simon wouldn’t mind checking in on his house for him, making sure things were alright. He’d even offered for the two of you to stay in the guest room for the duration of their leave.

Simon had explained how Price knew that the two of you were living in a small flat in London, and apparently his home was in a beautiful, forested, isolated area which meant he had essentially no neighbours, something he also knew would appeal to Simon. He offered for the two of you to stretch your legs out there at enjoy the property, including the privacy that came with it.

Wanting to be polite, you’d told Simon he should extend the invitation to Soap and Gaz, thinking they might enjoy a nice, quiet stay-cation as well at their Captain’s place away from it all. It would appear your lover had different ideas in mind however. Though you couldn’t blame him entirely, the thought of having the cozy cabin all to yourselves was certainly more appealing.

Every which way you look outside the car, your vision is filled by endless blurry trees as you zoom by, the colours of the leaves having finally changed into the warmer, more vibrant colour palette that came along with the autumn chill. If the drive up to his property was any indication of how beautiful the area really was, then you were in for quite the treat.

Entranced by the beauty of the landscape in comparison to the city lights you’ve grown so used to, you fail to notice the glances Simon keeps sneaking your way, the smallest of satisfied smiles seemingly permanently etched upon his face beneath his balaclava. He was grateful that after explaining the situation and Price’s generous offer to you, you had been too excited to ask many questions, instead getting a jump start on packing a duffel bag or two.

You were one of the most intelligent, clever, curious people he’d ever known, and it was normally quite difficult to get anything by you. He was therefore feeling rightfully proud of himself as he drove you nearer and nearer to the home you believed belonged to his Captain. In actuality, there was no funeral for Price to attend, the sergeants had certainly not been invited along on your getaway, and the home you’d be staying in wasn’t Price’s.

It was yours.

Yours, and Simon’s.

The two of you had been living in that shoebox of a flat he’d considered as ‘satisfactory’ when he was only staying there as a bachelor, for far too long. As ideal as the location might have been, there simply just wasn’t enough space for two people to live together, even considering Simon’s absences for work and that fact that when he was home, you two were essentially always on top of one another anyways.

You’d both been searching for a new flat for what felt like ages now, none of the places you visited feeling like the right fit. Simon would be weary about a certain neighborhood, you’d be concerned with the lack of any balcony or outdoor space, he’d ignore the price tag that felt your eyes bulging, and you’d shake your head as you walked through doorways that had him needing to duck down.

Little did you know, Simon had been doing his own house hunting, outside of the city. You had told Simon you were fine with staying in London, understanding that it’s convenient to have everything near by. But Simon didn’t want to give you just ‘fine’. He wanted to give you a home. The home he intends to spend the rest of his life with you in, plans on carrying you over the threshold in your wedding dress, hopes to carry sleeping newborns in their car seats through the door.

For months now, Simon has subtlety been learning more about what that home looked like to you. He’d look over your shoulder as you scrolled through Pinterest, casually asking if you could show him your boards, you know just for fun, and paid very close attention when you showed him the one named ‘future house’. On his phone, he had a list a mile long in his notes app, from secretly writing down every comment you made while watching your home reno shows. He’ll casually ask you what you think of the houses you drive by, jotting down your answers in his mind, remembering likes and dislikes.

He believes that like you, it’s the people filling the home that matter more than the structure itself, as proven by the way you continue to put up with his minuscule flat. He knows you mean it when you say you’re alright with another flat. But he has the money goddammit, he has the means to do this for you, and when the listing came up for a home in what you’d revealed as being your ideal area to settle down in one day, the house resembling the amalgamation of everything he believed you’d described as being your perfect place, he knew he had to put an offer in.

And if there ever was anything about the house you didn’t like or wanted to change, he’d gladly do it for you, no questions asked. You want to paint the bedroom? Just tell him what colour you want. You want to change the railing on the wrap around porch? He’s on his way to the hardware store already. You need him to dig a stump out of the backyard to make room for your garden? Sit back and enjoy the show lovie, he’s on it. And when the time comes to build a crib? Well he may as well baby proof the whole house while he’s at it too.

He’s pictured your reaction a thousand times over in his mind. He imagines you’ll maybe give a small gasp when he turns the corner of the long driveway and you first see the cozy, two-storey home, surrounded by never-ending foliage of red, orange, and yellow leaves, the time of year perfect for appreciating autumn in the UK, as well as the privacy the tall trees grant you. He thinks the first thing you’ll comment on will likely be the windows, an item high on your priority list he knew to adhere to.

He imagines you kicking off your boots as you step through the door, pace quickening to explore every room, spinning in the kitchen as you joke about how jealous you are of Price. He pictures you groaning with envy when you spot your dream master bathroom, insisting to Simon that since you’d been tasked with checking in on the home you may as well see every room, right? He plans to explain away the obvious sparseness of the home as the Captain not having lived here long, as being very non-materialistic after all his years in service.

He’ll continue to play along for as long as he can, part of him knowing that you know him well enough that you’re likely to catch onto his deception at some point. However he hopes that before you start rummaging through kitchen cabinets and find them empty, too empty even for an absentee captain of a homeowner, that you’ll mention something along the lines of wishing you could stay here longer. That’s when he plans to slip a key into the palm of your hand, revealing that you might be able to stay longer than you believe.

The small piece of metal that’ll unlock the rest of your lives together, sits heavy in his pocket, in contrast to the light feeling in his heart when his hand reaches across the dashboard to grab a hold of yours, knowing that the content, lovesick smile you offer him is likely stretched across his face as well, staring right back at you.

Though you’re unaware that Simon is currently driving towards your home, and not away from it, you’re gently stroking the scarred skin across his hand, feeling as though your home is sitting right next to you, holding your hand and your heart at the same time.

[originalwinnerfanfish]

Well, I did it

Megatron - I love his tfp design. Probably one of the best iteration of Megs. He is huge, heavy armoured, his face covered with scars… He doesn’t looks like an ordinary military leader who is only capable of giving orders, but like real warrior who can destroy any enemy with his bare hands.

So, in the WOF version, he definitely shares some features with Princess Burn, not only because of his might, but also because of his horns shape and dirty-dark scales (that absorbed blood of his enemies)

Starscream - Boy, I hate him so much 🤣… but in the good way, trust me! In my opinion, when the show's creators make you feel such strong negative emotions towards a villain, it means they've done a great job. Also, I think that his animation in the show was absolutely incredible, because even though he's a 3D model, he still manages to move like a 2D character, which is amazing!

I feel that in my design he still looks more like a skywing, than an icewing (which is kinda logical)

Soundwave - This one was tricky. I couldn't figure out what his mask would look like, so I just made his face a really dark color. I think Soundwave has both gifts of the nightwings, and he’s equally great at telepathy and a future vision. So he doesn't really need equipment to predict enemy movements, which makes him an ideal communicator in the WOF setting. His Laserbeak is part of the armor enchanted by Shockwave, and it might also allow him to open portals (but I'm not sure with this one)

Shockwave - My favourite evil genius. He would definitely have animus magic and mind reading. I think Shockwave is the only one who has advanced the study of magic so far, precisely because he combined it with scientific knowledge and created safer methods of using it, that don't damage the mind. It's like if a Mastermind got animus magic in books.

I also like to think that he didn't heal the damaged part of his face just so that his enemies would fear him more)

Dreadwing - This man deserved better! It's really a shame that he was removed from the show so quickly due to financial problems. It would be great if his arc got a proper conclusion in season 3.

Considering that I didn't want to make him a hybrid, it was difficult to choose a suitable color palette. So let’s just say, that I tried my best😅

I don’t think that he would have any nightwing powers, but honestly it doesn’t even matter - this guy can make a bombs, what else does he need to be cool

Arachnid - Did anyone even doubt that she would be a hivewing? Damn, she even got her own “Othermind” virus. Her design was the easiest to work with - just a little poisonous ass (suspiciously similar to Maleficent).

Just like Starscream, I hate her, but in a good way. She's one of the creepiest characters in the entire series, who’s acting like a fucking heartless monster, especially with Arcee, but even so, there's always was something mesmerizing about her. I just really like strong female villains

Knockout - Wery bright and charismatic guy, definitely one of my fav cons!

I tried to draw him as handsome as possible. Worked a lot on the face shape and coloring, and as for me it turned out pretty nice (finally).

Most decepticons think Knockout is as stupid and lazy as all the other rainwings. And it's not like he completely disagrees with that. Of course he’s not stupid and lazy, but if it’s means less dirty work on the battlefield, well, he’ll continue act like a tipical rainwing

(I also believe that Megatron keeps him as an “art”)

Breakdown - Fun fact: "Operation Breakdown" was the very first thing I saw in this series. And it was an interesting experience for 8 year old me. Maybe that's why I'm so scared of eye gouging scenes in movies now…

I think that he didn't have any siblings initially due to his parents nature, and even after meeting Bulkhead, he felt uncomfortable among the other mudwings. And this is why he later chose the side of the decepticons. And maaaaybe because of one cute rainwing influence)

P.s.

I think that, being mostly nightwings and icewings, the decepticons are much more concerned about purity of their blood and rarely accept half-breeds into their ranks.

During the war, there were many animus dragons among decepticons, which is why they have so many artifacts that allowed teleportation and communication at a distance. But, honestly, I still can't imagine what Nemesis would look like in this AU