#this was mostly an excuse to draw Curly

[insomniphic]

Jimmy and Curly were gym bros before the game. But because of all the exhaustion from the exercise, Jimmy was easier to irritate.

[sysig]

Shove off, nerd (Patreon)

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital illustration of Jon and Martin embracing from the shoulders up, all in shades of soft purple. Jon is a thin Arab man with brown skin covered in various scars, and he has dark eyes and long, dark curly hair run through with gray and a matching mustache, and body hair. He is wearing small stud earrings with no other visible clothing. Martin is a fat white man with shaggy, light hair with a scruffy beard, freckles, and he is wearing a t-shirt and round glasses resting on top of his head.

Jon is holding Martin with his hand resting on his shoulder, smoothing out his shirt, with more wrinkles in the bottom left corner implying his other hand gripping Martin's shirt. Jon is smiling lovingly, looking down in Martin's direction as Martin kisses his neck with his eyes closed. They are surrounded with hearts. end ID]

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ace week has passed but i got possessed last night and had to draw this, which was my idea for ace week that i didn't have time to draw aklshdakdjh

basically this is my excuse to draw paritally-kiss-averse-but-mostly-just-mouth-on-mouth-kiss-averse jon <3 because he is special to me <3

[mistressroxielove]

Hey everyone~ I got some more stuff for ya~

Long story short, I've discovered the new Fairly Oddparents reboot, absolutely loved it and was inspired to make this AU idea for the show! With a slight reimagine/redesign of the characters as well.

Here's some more info about my AU:

Fairly Odd Parents AU/Rewrite

Au Name: FairlyOdd Brother

Summary:

Perri (previously known as Poof) recently graduated from Fairy Godparents School and is eager to start granting Wishes for his very own godchild! Only problem is that with his lack of experience Jorgen is weary of giving him an assignment and keeps finding excuses/reasons to not give him a godkid. Realizing it might be a 1,000 years before they give him a chance to be a Fairy Godparent, Perri decides he needs to be a little bold and perhaps, bend Da Rules, to get his foot in the door so to speak. And his answer comes to him from a new neighbor in his human home, a family with a sweet shy 10 year old girl who is absolutely miserable. Perhaps Perri might be able to offer this girl a little comfort and fun as her new Fairy Godbrother!?

(Basically the same premise of the show, except Perri’s first godchild is Hazel, and through a technicality in the rule book, becomes her god brother instead of her godparent.)

ALSO please note this AU is more of a slight reimagine of the original show, meaning I did tweaked / changed some of the characters personality to match the new story I made for them. Nothing majorly different, but again just a heads up before you read on. Hope you like it~

Name: Devin “Dev” Dimmadome 

Age: 9/almost 10

Sex: Male

Physical Description: 

Is basically the same as in the show, though there are a few key differences. 

-Despite having slicked back hair he always has a single strand that no matter what always sticks out, he hates it and is always trying to move it back into place but to no avail. In reality without the hair product he has natural curly hair like his father, though his curls are a little more difficult to comb and manage than his father, something that he doesn’t like about himself

-Has freckles! But always wears makeup to cover them as according to Dale’s research are ’less desirable’ and would statistically do better with them covered up

-Also has heterochromia, one blue and one green eye, but always wears either a blue or green contacts to hide his ‘flaw’, again being told to do so by his father

- Though he is always required to wear a branded white hoodie, Dale actually lets him wear whatever shirt he wants underneath, just with the promise Dev never takes his sweater off in public. Dev usually wears all sorts of geeky and nerdy shirts, mostly love meridian and Crimson Chin related stuff, it's the closes thing he’s allowed to wear ‘freely’ without requiring his father’s approval. Again this ‘freedom’ is kinda pointless since he still has to wear the hoodie, but he still appreciates it.   

-As you can see in the photo above I showed what he looks typically on the left, and on the right is basically what Dev would dress like if he had no rules or restrictions.

Personality: 

It's basically exactly the same as in the show, I really like Dev both in a story sense and a comedic sense so nothing to really change. The only slight difference is that Dev in this version clearly gets a crush on Hazel in this version. I think the show is ‘hinting’ of them possibly being a couple later on, but in my version I wanted to make it a little more clear that he has a subconscious crush on her. Basically think Anya and Damion from Spy x Family if you want a good example. He likes her, but being a 10 year old boy with severe daddy issues has no idea how to handle this and ends up being kinda mean to his regret. 

Other fun facts:

-I won’t get into it now, but his relationship with his father is a bit different, as I have a unique take on Dale and who he is as a person. I’ll probably draw him next but for now just know Dale isn’t an evil heartless father and there’s more to him than it seems, and thus the relationship between Dale and Dev is a little more complex.

-And yes though it isn’t important yet, he does end up getting Cosmo and Wanda as his fairy godparents instead of Hazel as the AU would suggest.

- In this version Peri is also not a big fan of Dev. As he obviously doesn’t like how he’s mean to her at first, but as they become friends and Peri soon realizes that Dev has a crush on Hazel this leaves Peri horrified at the thought. And of course being a proper big brother is completely against and despises the idea of Dev and Hazel ever ending up together. He’s not too over the top about his dislike, but definitely would be sitting in to conor with his arms crossed, while trying to subtly tell Hazel she could do soooooooo much better than him.   

I hope you guys like this, I'm personally really happy with how this design turned out, especially his 'real Dev' design on the right. But I would love to hear your guys thoughts and opinions about my designs. Do you like them, hate them? Feel free to tell me below.

Also tomorrow I'll post a version of this photo with a transparent BG and maybe upclose shots of the design as well, just so you can see the design easier without the BG

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[zoros-bandana]

Hi there :)

Since you ask me to think about another request, may I have a Zoro with his female s/O having some time together away from the crew? They are in a not so secret relationship, since everyone noticed how they act to each other, but they're still trying to keep it a secret.

It might be a little suggestive if you want/can, but s/o isn't in a smuty mood since she mostly just want the quality time she can't have with her boyfriend on the Sunny.

Thank you ☺️

Love u 💚

(*sanji voice* “gaby-sWan!!!” 😍😍😍) My dearest angel hello I'm so glad to finally do a request for you! (I hope this request isn't too boring for you I was after a really like soft and chill almost sleepy vibe. I will also get to doing the other request once I have caught up to that part) I truely love seeing your icon pop up in my notifications it truely makes my day. Love you sweetest 💚

Alone

SFW

Zoro x fem reader

Warning: slight suggestive touching, suggestive themes

Summary: wishing to usher your boyfriend for some alone time, you meet him in the quiet of the aquarium bar, soaking up the little time of remaining day.

Word Count: 1,300

"What took you so long?"

You huffed at Zoro's tone, shutting the door to the aquarium bar, leaning against the cold wood. Your head pounded in agony, exhausted from defending yourself against your friends in a bid to escape their brutal attacks and questions.

"I got cornered" you admitted, blinking slowly as you opened your eyes. Looking down you met the eye of Zoro, an all but empty mug of beer gripped firmly in his hand. He had made no attempt to come to you, comfortably situated in a slump that arched him to look smaller than he was.

"Was it curly brow this time?"

You nodded. "And Nami"

Using the door as a lever you rocked forward, finally taking a step towards your partner. Your movements dragged, slowing your steps in hopes to exaggerate your feelings. "They wanted to know why you had your arm around me at dinner"

Zoro lazily sat back up, spreading himself out. He chugged down the remaining bitters of beer before setting the mug aside, tapping his lap for you to sit upon.

"Tell 'em it was because I needed the space"

"I did" you confessed, flopping into Zoro's lap. "I don't think they were overly convinced, though"

"Well, that doesn't matter. You're here now" Zoro reached around your waist, guiding your body to turn, facing towards the aquarium to your left. You let your head fall to his chest, once again shutting your eyes, the sound of his breathing soothing you instantly. Keeping you close his hand squeezed comfortably, falling back into the chair to recline.

His left hand found its way to your legs, drawing aimlessly over your skin in swirling patterns, almost grounding himself. There were very few occasions where you could be alone together, the feeling almost strange and overly quiet. The rest of the crew would stay above ship after dinner, occupied by various group activities and stories, however, tonight felt different. You craved being with Zoro.

Your friends' voices rung overhead, laughter, and the sound of clattered footsteps led by your captain no doubt. You had exchanged a small whisper to Zoro before dinner of your plan, using tonight as an excuse to have him alone; taking as much of him as you could.

A lingering fear would often cloud your head of his disappearances, knowing how vigorous Zoro could lose himself into training, unsure just how much time you would spend with him that day. You never wished to keep your relationship a secret, and for the most part it wasn't, but the overbearing nature of your friends played a role in how reserved Zoro was; especially with his feelings for you. It was easier to tiptoe around the blatant proposal of an overly affectionate and love-struck couple than face endless teasing from your friends. You both craved one another, and found, as much as you wished to fight it, being apart made you crave these moments more.

Zoro bowed his head down, nuzzling into your hair with a long inhale. He groaned quietly, letting your scent be absorbed fully as if to remember you. "Mmm, you smell so good"

"You would too if you took a shower more often"

"Maybe if you joined me?" Zoro teased without skipping a beat. His hand wondered up, tucking under the hem of your skirt to rest at your upper thigh. The pad of his thumb ran over your skin, fanning in to pick at the edge of your panties.

The contact made you snap your head up, meeting the smug look on Zoro's face. His lips were cracked into a smirk, tipping higher on one side than the other. The grey in his eye was clouded with lust making it hard to determine whether he was serious or pulling your bluff.

"Fine" you shrugged, playing along. "But I bet you wouldn't last five minutes crammed in there with me"

"Crammed?" Zoro laughed, a melodious and heavy tune. "Oh, baby you're sized like a bug next to me. I think you're the one that will struggle"

"But what happens..." you lifted your hand to mimic the action of turning a tap. "When I set the temperature to the hotter side"

Zoro shuttered, recognising your love for hot showers as a searing burn over his back. "Mmm, fine you win"

Letting his hand come away from under your skirt, Zoro retracted himself from advancing on you, reaching instead around your back. His hands moved you to face him, spinning you to squat your legs over his, keeping you as close to him as he could manage. He smiled at your small chuckle, amused by your voiced pleasure of victory.

His body was warm, soft, towering around you like a fortress. Being with him like this, so vulnerable and kind, you felt like you were the only two alive. It was clear in moments lie this how much he cared for you - loves you - willing to keep you safe and grounded in the storm of your life. He was no longer stiff and irritated as he appeared with the crew, easing into a life with you that make him seem relaxed, almost as if the life he knew before you was a distant dream.

Unable to control himself Zoro bent down, his movements too quick for you to process. In a heated rush his lips collected you in a kiss, his arms wrapping tighter to pull you up to him. Even though his lips were dry and cracked, there held a balance in the way he moved, completing you.

He tasted sharp, bitters of beer mixed against the sides of his mouth, curling into a lopsided grin as he felt you. There was still a hint of clumsiness to his kiss, familiarising himself with affection he was deprived of for so long. The edge of his tongue would scuff your lip, hesitant to explore anything beyond surface level, already so comforted by how your lips hugged him back.

"I'm so happy with you" his lips grazed softly, tickling your skin as he moved to your ear. His voice was low and raspy, whispering as if someone was close by, unwilling to interrupt a small moment.

His fingers found the hem of your shirt, tucking under the fabric to brace your skin. The heat on the pads of his hardened fingers moved you to fold with his body, embracing yourselves to become one. Your arms whipped around his neck, holding tight, letting his face linger in the crook of your neck. "I'm happy with you, too"

Zoro was silent to that, taking in everything he felt in that moment. He was at peace, so happy, he hardly realised the weightless effect of the alcohol that burned his throat earlier in the day. He wanted to stay here, like this, soaking you up in the most pure and simplest form. He adored the slight patter of water as it sloshed too the left of you, tangling dances of fish that weaved through the water. The slight bow in the ship as it motioned over the waves, creaking like an old friend retelling stories of the past. The way you felt in his arms, your heart over his, beating at a steady pace. How your hair tickled his skin, leaving notes of you that would last longer than this moment; but he didn't care.

For right now, all he wanted with this with you.

"Promise me nothing will change with us, Y/n" Zoro requested, letting your voice mumble back in inaudible grunts. He could feel the pressure of his feelings fading, understanding how important he was to you as much as you were to him. He didn't need to hide behind his glass walls, turning over the bitterness he had for others. It was you after all that made him complete, deeply and truely fulfilled with the life he feared would never happen.

"I love you too much for that"

[cierraonline]

the way i’m stupid and can’t tell if paige and sasha are actually married or not in your book. like i need you to tell me if it’s wife as in like legal marriage or wife as in ik i’m gonna make you my wife so i’m calling you that now even if we’re not married

they're married babes

Was I Talking To You?

Chapter four: Was I talking to you?

warning: none

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VINODOL RESTURANT

ZAGREB, CROATIA

8PM

After the half-day plane ride, the UCONN Huskies found themselves at the Italian restaurant on the first floor of their hotel, taking the time to grab a hot meal and get to know each other. Since most visitors were outside enjoying the festivities in the area, the restaurant was mostly empty, allowing the staff to connect three tables for the players and coaching team instead of splitting them up.

“Okay, as the player who’s been here the longest, I think I should start the ‘get to know you’ conversation,” Aubrey said, straightening her posture.

“You’ve been here the longest because you refuse to leave—not because we want you here,” Sasha commented snarkily from her seat beside the tallest player on the team.

“Any... ways!” Aubrey gave her best friend a dismissive wave, which Sasha swatted down before sticking her tongue out. “Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.”

“No one interrupted you,” Sasha shook her head. “I waited until you were done before I corrected you.”

“Just because Paige lets you walk all over her doesn’t mean you can start with me,” Aubrey shot back, aiming her remark at the blonde seated on the other side of the team captain.

“What did I do?” Paige threw her hands up in surprise. “This is between y’all; I’m just a witness.”

“Don’t come for my wife just because your girl doesn’t wanna claim you,” Sasha remarked, leaning over to give Paige a quick kiss—only to be interrupted by someone throwing a piece of bread at them.

“You may be married to her, Paige, but just know she comes to bed with me every night,” Azzi teased, glaring playfully at her best friend.

“That’s because y’all binge-watch early seasons of Dance Moms and yell when you think a dance should’ve scored higher than the others,” Paige pointed out, her voice rising.

“Because everybody and their mama knows Chloe should’ve scored higher than Maddie!” Sasha raised her voice, emphatically nodding.

“Maddie does the same freaking dance over and over! They’re not tired!? And then they score her higher,” Azzi complained, reflecting on the show’s obvious favoritism, since every viewer knew the truth—that the show was set up to make Maddie successful, and Maddie only.

“Excuse me! Excuse me—I was talking,” Aubrey said, drawing attention back to herself.

“If you really wanted to talk, you would’ve talked,” Sasha said, turning back to face her curly-haired friend.

“I was, until— You know what, I’m not even going to address you,” Aubrey waved her off, directing her attention mainly toward the freshmen. “We’re gonna go around and tell each other our name, year, and what we want to do after school... I’ll go first. I’m Aubrey Griffin, I’m a graduate student, and I want to play in the WNBA after school.”

“I can’t tell by the way you keep coming back,” Sasha mumbled under her breath.

“What was that, Sasha?” Aubrey exclaimed, hearing Sasha’s mumble.

“I said sit down so I can introduce myself,” Sasha replied with faux politeness. “Sup, losers, it’s your girl, the Assassin, and I’m ma—”

“Nobody calls you that,” Aubrey interrupted, rolling her eyes.

“Actually—actually, if you took a break from your super-senior day and went online, you’d know that everyone calls me the Assassin, thank you very much, Ms. ‘I want to be in the WNBA but won’t sign up for the draft.’” Sasha couldn’t resist the comeback. “Like I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted... Y’all should already know who I am, so I’m not gonna tell y’all my name, as if we didn’t have freshman orientation, group workouts, and practices before y’all committed. I’m currently pursuing my master’s in sports management and racial & gender studies.”

“Ohhh, you smart-smart,” Kamorea Arnold, aka KK, commented.

“Very,” Sasha smiled, acknowledging the compliment. “And this year, I plan on finally leaving after six years and entering the draft for the W.”

“You’ve been here for six years, but I’m the super senior?” Aubrey questioned, confused by her friend’s logic.

“I was at UCONN for six years because I finished high school early and was living with Geno before that. You’ve been here for five years because you have nowhere else to go. We are not the same.”

“Anyways, Paige, go,” Aubrey waved her off.

“Don’t steal my word just because you know I’m right,” Sasha shook her head.

“Wassup, y’all, I’m Paige. I’m a redshirt junior, and after school, I plan on playing in the WNBA. And if that doesn’t work out, that’s okay, because I’ll still be a WAG, emphasis on the W,” Paige added with a cheeky smile.

“More like heavy on the D for divorce, because we know Sasha really only married you because you were easy, and she actually wants to be with me,” Azzi said with a grin.

“Azzi, don’t start with me, and I won’t start with you.” After thirty minutes of introductions—which should have taken much less time but was stretched by constant interruptions—they finally finished going around the table. Luckily, their food arrived just as they were wrapping up.

“So, Coach, what’s the schedule like?” Nika asked, sipping her lemonade and looking across the table.

“So, the schedule we had last year was trash, so I threw it in the trash where it belonged,” Sasha said, making eye contact with the head coach, who gave her a playful glare. “And you know it was trash too.”

“We had five days of practice because y’all sucked and kept getting injured,” Geno shrugged.

“And you keep recruiting and redshirting players who suck ass, but we don’t give you five days of paperwork,” Sasha countered, showing her usual sass toward the coach, who was practically a second father to her.

“You live and learn,” Geno replied.

“Oh, it’s ‘you live and learn’ when it comes to you, but suicides when it’s us.” Instead of responding, the coach turned back to his conversation with the rest of the coaching staff. “Since he wants to ignore me because he knows I’m right,” Sasha continued, “we’ll be having workouts and practice Monday through Wednesday. On those days, you’ll be graded, and on Friday, you’ll get a text from either me or Geno about weekend tutoring. Those who plan on entering the draft this year will also have mandatory tutoring, along with the freshmen.”

“Thank God,” Amari praised, raising her hands in relief. “I can’t do five days of workouts, practice, and playbook studying. My brain hurts by Saturday.”

“Bro, coming to the next practice after Geno knew he had our muscles spasming the day before,” Paige groaned loudly.

“I liked the spasm feeling,” Sasha shrugged. “It feels good sometimes.”

“Shut up!” Aubrey made a face.

“Was I talking to you?” Sasha shot back.

“Okay, y’all, don’t start,” Paige gently grabbed her wife’s chin and softly guided her gaze back. “You ready for bed, baby? I’m sleepy,” she said, giving her best puppy eyes, eager to lie down with her in her arms.

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[star-ts-farts]

absolutely obsessed with your Motorcity art you Get those guys so good

EXPLODES AOOWOIW GGRRRR THANK YOU SO MUCH

I love them so much ( it breaks my heart that i haven't been able to draw them anywhere near as much as i want to)

Sorry for replying so late, i wanted to have more to show you. but I'll show you these. alot of old/unfinished stuff

My motorsona!!! with the expressions and head turn around (minus the side views 😬, oopise I forgor)

it was hard to get it to look like the style. Cuz theres like 2 fat characters and not single character with defined textured hair. So it took a while to figure out how to make my curly hair, but i did what i could. And i think it turned out hella :D

Dont have the first rough sketches on hand, but this is when i finally settled on the final body/face design and got to design outfits

I had this bit about the Duke of Detroit. I get it's his stage name, but what if it actually was a title that could be passed on, and someone else could be the Duke( the motorcitizens vote on it cuz theyre sick of his ass). I didn't wanna put them in the exact outfit, but I wanted to stick to the same color palette and duke's kinda gaudy opulent vibe. (Mostly an excuse to design an outfit)

now for assorted doodles

still working on these outfit concepts that are based off their cars (havent even started on most of them!!!!) also soul eater :DD

This is my idea for a nightmare sequence

eeeh friggin, mutt and mikey are driving through a field of singing flowers. Very cutesy 1920s cartoon style. then they run over something, mike goes to see what it is and finds his own body all mangled and crap (but the corpse him is in a style more akin to the show's). lil rubberhose mikey is frozen in fear and then the mangled body starts contorting it's form to get up off the floor as best it can and lunges towards cartoon mikey. starts eating him or some shit. something something the past still haunts him

[latibvles]

literally no one asked for this. i, however, saw these pictures on Ben Radcliffe’s instagram and decided “you know what this fandom needs? Frat Boy John Brady.” So that’s what this is. And also another excuse to write Willie & Brady coupled with shenanigans that aren’t the horrors of war. i now know way too much about fraternities and sororities. special tag for @wexhappyxfew for seeing the vision. brady has now fallen victim to my “putting characters in places they got no business being in” just like Ron

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John should’ve majored in the art of escape.

It was seamless — slipping away from the beer pong table, head half-swimming and just a little bit stumbly. Pretty much every room on the first floor was swathed in a smoke-laden haze; John figures that Dougie’s countless social media posts must have done the trick. Most people he’s run into are strangers to him. That, and with this being the first party of the year, the turnout was bound to be big. His head was just pounding, and he needed a place to sit that wouldn’t open up the invitation for a random stranger to inadvertently sit on him.

Omega Pi’s brothers and others only policy on the second floor is a blessing in that way. He just needed a solid fifteen minutes before Bucky could sniff him out like a bloodhound and drag him into something stupid. Last semester he’d somehow managed to persuade John into drinking way too much tequila directly from the bottle, and he still gets nauseous whenever someone mentions margaritas.

He’s pretty sure he heard Benny say something about a bottle of Patrón behind the bar and he isn’t sticking around to find out.

John climbs the stairs, a little wobbly-legged, still foggy-brained as he tries to guesstimate how long he’ll have until he’s hunted down by any variety of friends wondering “Where the hell Brady’s at?” He figures maybe fifteen, twenty minutes, and that fact imbues him to move a little bit quicker to his own door, admittedly fumbling with the knob as he makes his way inside — Dougie’s playlist immediately muffled once he shuts the door, and for that he’s thankful.

He reaches for one of his vinyls on the shelf and sets it on the record player, flicking the switch and setting the needle before throwing himself haphazardly onto the bed itself and shutting his eyes a moment. The sharp beginnings of a headache are beginning to take root behind his eyes as he lets them flutter shut a moment. Deep inhale, slow exhale, ears latching onto the smooth jazz of the vinyl as opposed to the muffled Future track that was shaking the walls of their esteemed house.

He just needed t—

Click.

John’s head snaps up upon hearing his door open and shut quickly. His brows furrow, taking in the mostly shapeless form with their back to him. A varsity jacket maybe two sizes too big swathed their frame, they had curly black hair that’d gone frizzy — presumably from the amount of people downstairs. John clenches his jaw, staving off the irritation forming. This was either Bucky sending someone up here to draw him out already, or the nighttime company of someone else who’d found the wrong room. Their shoulders seem to relax and they let out a small sigh, not yet noticing him.

John gives this person the benefit of the doubt and goes with the second option.

“Think you’ve got the wrong room,” he opens with a clearing of his throat. The person gasps, small and surprised, head whipping around to meet him and— oh.

Her eyes are big and brown, brows raised and lips parted for a moment. They stare at each other, wordless, and he’ll blame the fact that he’s kind of taken aback for the moment on the alcohol — taking her in. She has on one of those black corset tops and a pair of beat up white sneakers. He recognizes her, vaguely, having seen her come in with a group of girls from the sorority house down the street. Bucky knew them better than he did, but to be fair, Bucky knew everybody.

“Sorry I didn’t—” she presses herself back up against the door again, lips pressing into a line. “Was just looking for a quiet spot. You guys have uh… persistent party guests. I can— I can leave if—�� she’s reaching for the doorknob and John’s sitting up, reaching like he’s going to cross the threshold to stop her from turning the knob.

“No. No, you can stay. I just thought you were—”

“Here to hook up?” His face heats up at her blunt delivery of it, and John coughs unceremoniously into his fist.

“...yeah, something like that.” She nods, her expression unreadable, the silence between them admittedly stiff. He’s sitting up more, as opposed to his prior position laid out sidelong on his bed, extending his hand and feeling almost dumb for doing so. “I’m… I’m John er— Brady. John Brady.” Jesus Christ, when did he ever trip over his words like this.

She takes it, shaking his hand and he can’t help but notice the callouses, the chipped manicure and blue stains on her fingers.

“I’ve heard.” His eyes widen at that.

“You’ve heard?” There seems to be a twitch at the corner of her lip, she looks from their hands back up to him.

“One of your friends… Ev? I think his name was? Was looking for a uh… Johnny with the Donny and I’m pretty sure you’re the only one hiding up here.” John doesn’t know whether to laugh or to hide his burning face in the pillows and try to stave off the tequila-induced PTSD he feels coming back in full force. He decides to snort quietly instead of further embarassing himself.

“Except for you.” She nods, squeezing his hand and then letting it go.

“Except for me.” John really wishes he were more sober for this, just so he’d stop getting caught up in long dark lashes and the pink dusting on her cheeks that he doesn’t know if it’s from makeup or from him. His half-inebriated brain hopes that it’s because of him. He almost misses her introduction. “I’m Willie.”

John smiles.

“That short for something?”

“Nothing worth repeating. Too many syllables.” She waves her hand dismissively, and he scoffs in amusement at how quick Willie is to dismiss it. He figures not to press this time.

“Alright. Hope you don’t mind jazz then. You can uh… sit wherever,” John welcomes, gesturing to his space. At least he could pride himself on keeping things neat in here — even if their kitchen would be sticky with spilled beer tomorrow and it’d take a good chunk of their Sunday to clean everything up. Willie makes her way over to his desk chair and plops down — it rolls with the force of her as she looks around his room with an innocent type of curiosity.

“You have… a lot of music,” she murmurs in a quiet sense of wonder — the kind that makes John feel warm down to the tips of his toes.

“It’s kinda my whole thing…” her eyes are drawn back to him and he feels suddenly shy. “Music Ed.”

“History,” Willie looks at the vinyls he has neatly stored on his shelf by the record player. “If I tell you I’ve never heard this song, are you going to kick me out?”

“You’ve never listened to Sade?” She smiles a little bit — this time he’s sure of it — still eyeing his vinyls, and shakes her head. “Well I won’t kick you out but I might not let you leave ‘till you can name three songs off the top of your head.”

“God, you’re one of those.”

“Oh absolutely. The worst kind,” he’s teasing now, and it’s landing because she’s laughing in a breathless kind of way, a way that sobers him up as if to ensure he could commit her to memory as she is now. And she’s, well… she’s beautiful, sitting at his desk chair, looking at the CD cases he’d put up on his walls at the start of the term. Effortlessly so. He’d make her laugh for the rest of the night in this space if it weren’t for the fickleness of his hiding spot. Her eyes fall onto him again and they look over him from his spot on the edge of the bed. Her gaze is piercing as they dart over the length of him with all the swiftness of a hummingbird, her fingers reaching up to mess with her bottom lip a moment. “I’m sure there’s probably worse.”

John raises his brows.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, considering…” she gestures to the space around him. “I mean— there’re frats with worse reputations too. I just heard that Omega Pi’s—”

“Reckless?” She nods succinctly, with a half-hearted shrug.

“And that some of you go through girls like a mom in a Target clearance aisle,” John makes a noise that’s half between being strangled and laughing. “Guys too.” It takes him a minute to come back down to Earth after that one, rubbing at his face, halfway between embarrassment and amusement. Okay, she wasn’t wrong: his friends had a tendency to do some stupid shit, himself included, and while he in specific wasn’t hooking up with anyone with a pulse — he’s pretty sure that Dougie bought three boxes of condoms after move-in day. But they hadn’t done anything to get arrested and he’s pretty sure all the guys were, well, clean where it mattered.

“That’s just Dougie,” John offers, and she raises an inquisitive brow.

“And Bucky.”

“Christ, what’d he do?”

“Nothing, he just has the look to him.” Okay, that’s fair. “And he definitely stole my friend from me to play beer pong because he couldn’t find his partner.” John clicks his tongue at that.

“That might’ve been my fault.” Willie rises from her seat and he watches as she seems to mull it over for a moment, before crossing to actually sit next to him now. She’s so much closer than before — his lamp lights up some of her dark hair to make it look more brown, there’s a shimmer of faded highlighter on her cheeks and something inexplicably pretty about the mascara flakes dotting just below her eyes. He’d wipe them with his thumbs if she’d let him. He gives her a half-shrug. “Like I said, we’re both hiders.”

With the small laugh and bob of her head, he catches a whiff of her perfume. Something clean and a little citrusy, reminding him vaguely of springtime in spite of the autumn leaves changing outside.

“Well then it’s not all bad.” She decides on, sincerely. His knee bumps into hers and they exchange quiet smiles — the air significantly less stiff between them. Something warm sprouting between them and charged by the points where they connect. His pinky finds hers on the mattress, and in a brief move of boldness, he lets his hand overlap hers. Willie looks down, cheeks flushing as she looks back up at him.

She really is a vision, flustered like this.

She opens her mouth to speak but is immediately cut-off by Mambo No. 5 blaring — John knows that’s not his ringtone, and so he laughs in disbelief as Willie’s eyes widen.

“That’s— my friend Harrie set that I think. I—”

“It’s fine. Maybe you’re just a Lou Bega fan.”

“John—” she narrows her eyes and he thinks he might swat at her so he’s leaning back.

“Well don’t keep them waiting.”

She huffs, picking up the phone with a very flat “Hello?” but the voice on the other end is so loud that he can hear it clear as day.

“Where are you? Fern’s up on the table and I can’t get her down!” Willie looks at John, who’s hand is covering his own mouth to muffle his laughter, evident by his shaking shoulders. The exchange is quick: Willie’s words are flat, almost bewildered, and she’s batting at him as they talk before she hangs up the phone and looks at him with what he’s pretty sure is disappointment. He can’t say he’s not disappointed either.

“Guess I’ve been found. I can leave you here, tell them you passed out.” He shakes his head, standing up as she does, rubbing the nape of her neck.

“That’s never stopped them before and it won’t start now,” he admits, turning to switch off his record player, walking towards his door to get it for her. She walks past with quiet thanks and John watches for a few moments, admiring her departing figure before walking after her and descending back down the stairs into the chaos — the sound of his name on her scolding tongue looping over and over again in the back of his mind.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Playing with Eyeless Jack's hair

Guys can you tell my bias is EJ + bonus sketch featuring a wip of EJ I need to get to

I usually draw EJ with real POOFY curly hair, so thats what's gonna be applied here

Its gonna take him a while to warm up to the idea of you playing with it, though

Well it takes him a while to warm up to lots of things

Kissing, touching, general affection, hell even verbal affections are something he needs to get used to

Poor guy

But the wait is worth it when he finally let's you do it

Softer than anything

NOOO cuz imagine hes got his head in your lap and youre playing with his hair and he starts purring and leaning into your hands and and and

Oh yeah my EJ purrs

Because why not, hes becoming a funky monster man

Ponders

It gets to a point where he'll find excuses for you to play with it and hold him

He doesnt have the confidence to ask for affection up front, but he will let some ques fly by... whether he notices those signs or not depends

Only time he upright wont let you touch his hair is when its wet. Like after showers or when he gets back home, when its raining

Doesnt like how it feels having it wet and being messed with

Actually he hates being wet in general, just an uncomfortable feeling

Oh I hope you dont mind him shedding, either! He sheds a LOT

Like a crazy amount

Oooo tie his hair up; totally not another excuse for you to come play with it

Self care days together between you two

That's all imma say; just hair curlers and face masks and all that

The works

Don't let him eat the cucumbers, that's like. One of the few human foods he can eat without gagging since its mostly water

He genuinely misses eating normal, non human meat, food

Getting a little less silly and very off topic from hair, he probably hoards a few in the corner and eats them. Probably crying

Please give him a hug

Anyeays

As promised, lil bonus wip

Guy a lil guy

Being given affection

[itsguysnightitsironic]

Some human skin and bone

The yassification button glitched, so sorry for your loss.

Did this take years of my life? Yes.

Did it take making at less three before realising I used their identifying colours to render them? Also yes.

Drawings without the dramatic light under the cut with some very long ramblings.

(I'm pretty sleep-deprived right now, excuse my weird grammar and ramblings.)

They are in order of making.

HOOTSIE

-She was the first I drew of the bunch, and I based her mostly on a baby I saw in a hair salon. She had these big un-blink-able eyes and these adorable chubby cheeks that just made sense that Hootsie had.

-To try to union the owl and bear parts of an owlbear, I gave her this very puffy ENORMOUS fur coat with a feather jacket under it. To define where in her original design the fur and feather separate.

-Also the claws, since Hootsie has claws, it's your decision to decide if they are REAL or if Gricko made them for her in wood.

-Her makeup it's designed to scream "OWL" and her original markings, from the big eyes, and eyebrows as owls horns, to the line to symbolise her beak.

She was very fun to draw, brain empty, just owlbear.

GIDEON

-You know the whole "re-inventing the wheel"? Well, this was a "drawing Mace by accident over and over again"

-Credits to Beth Mello for inspiration for the splash blood makeup, which it's just so pretty

-I don't know where the metallic horns came from, I know it's inspired by something but it is so locked in my mind and I can't pull the strings to know where it comes from.

I showed this one to one of my old art teachers and he said "It looks like me when I was younger" and now I can't unsee it.

Your genishi is my retired art teacher now, so sorry for your loss.

GRICKO

-Did I ask my father to pose to draw his old hands? Yes. Yes, I did. And I had to make them more rough and hairy because he has "selling wristwatches on tv" hands? Absolutely.

-I based his hair on a member of Metalica, Kirk Hammett. Now that he's older, he has this very pretty long curly greyish hair that just felt very Gricko.

-I cut his fingers. Well, only the right hand, he has the other one but it didn't grow correctly so it's more like little little finger without nail. So he has four fingers, in his original goblin design he has four fingers and so does the human version now, we don't know what happened, Gricko probably doesn't know either.

-The makeup had to have the most eccentric in-your-face eyeliner ever. With some green highlighter to remain of goblin skin, blue and white dots for his magic and to link him with Hootsie's little blue gems, and body paint inspired by Britons war paint. (Which are drawn after two of his totems.)

Lighting for this one was weirdly easy... The ocarina wasn't.

FROST

-As someone who is pretty young and it's starting to grow white hair already, I can say, that whatever it's happening to him it's more from stress than genes. What ghost scared you, sir?

-I fought with his face so much, I had his body ready for days but not the face. I wanted to keep the expression that Frost has in the original, mostly the smug smile he has.

-Credits to Freja Bermann for inspiration for his makeup which it's inspired by multiple of her looks inspired by the solar system.

-I just realised that by giving him "horns" and two dots to symbolize his tiger ears it looks like the froggy chair of Animal Crossing.

I'm not changing it. This is our little secret.

KREMY

-How do you draw an alligator as a human? How??? DRAW??

-You know what, drawing hands it's only fun if it's old people's hands. They have more texture and can be a bit rougher. They can define a character's life so well... For example, here Kremy has four fingers, you can decide if he got it cut off by fucking around, bitten off, or if he gifted it as a sign of faith to his patron, you decide.

-You hear about "Give Gideon a cowboy hat" get ready for "Give Kremy opera binoculars"

-His makeup was inspired by cabaret, just dramatic eyeshadow and eyeliner. There are markings as gator skin around his eyes and nose. And a fake beauty mark because why not?

Drawing Kremy it's always fun, even if I get tortured first by trying to structure his face.

I can't bring myself to do Torbek, Twig and Petunia, sorry, I'm very tired.

AHHHHHHHHHH.... Have a cupcake 🧁.

[orions-choker]

+:★:+* Chapter Eight: The Thing That Should Not Be +:★:+*

Pencil to paper, a satisfying scratching at the parchment that tickled the inner parts of Y/N’s brain. Her fingertips stained black from the smudging of charcoal, swiped along her cheek from where she had haphazardly rubbed at her face. Across the page were different concepts, grotesque demons, decaying corpses, rotting flesh. This was completely her element, her passion for all things disgusting and terrifying.

“For us?” Jason asked from above her, finger pointing towards a particular drawing on the page. Her eyes drifted upwards shyly and nodded slowly. “It’s uh, pretty sick.” He sat down beside her on the floor, crossing his legs out in front of him. “You don’t design all our shirts do you?”

Y/N’s hand paused its movement on the paper, twiddling the splintering wood of the pencil between her fingers. “No, Pushead does most of the art for the boys.” She explained. Her thumb flipped absentmindedly through the pages. “James knows I cant handle that kind of pressure all the time so it's just kind of a… ‘if you design something we will put it on a shirt’”

She stopped on a page, full of life studies. It was mostly the boys lounging around, vague gestures of their forms across the page. The most detailed were those of Kirk and Jason. “Huh, I think you made me look too pretty.” Jason joked, grinning at her lopsidedly. “Kirk looks about right.”

It was a sketch she had worked on while they were on stage, a little hard to get the features down right when they were running around like mad men but Y/N liked to think she did them justice. “Nah, you look right.” She smiled, holding the book up to the side of his face to compare. “I draw em’ as I see em’”. Closing the book she tucked it back into her bag. Her hands rubbing against her jeans to remove the charcoal staining.

“My bad, I won't question your artist integrity again.” He raised his hands defensively. He reached out gently, rubbing away at the mark across her face. “You look like you were playing in a pile of soot.” He laughed at the way her face scrunched up. She swatted his hands away with a smile.

Another body sat beside them, forming a small circle. Y/N didn’t need to look to see who it was. “Dude, stop harassing her!” Kirk’s voice resonated from beside her. He was smiling widely, that was more common lately. He leaned forward to punch Jason in the shoulder. “Why the fuck are we sitting on the floor by the way?”

Y/N giggled leaning back against her elbows. “Well I was sitting on the floor because it's more comfy to draw, I don’t know why you two idiots joined me.” Her eyes trailed across the boys across from her. She liked this, the little trio they had formed. It was different. With a sigh she looked at the clock, James hadn’t made it back home yet from another night of binge drinking, he was supposed to drive her to the salon soon. “One of you boys want to drive me to my hair appointment?”

Kirk raised an eyebrow, pulling an odd face. “Hair appointment.” His fingers reached out to tug at some loose strands of her hair from where it fell from her ponytail. “I thought you liked this wild untamed barbarian look you had going on.” His teasing had certainly become meaner.

His body was shoved over harshly. “You wanna see barbarian, I’ll show you barbarian.” She growled at him as he cackled. Crossing her arms over her chest she turned to Jason with pleading eyes. “Please.” She sang to him sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

“For the record, I think it's more like you have some witchy woman vibes.” Jason smiled at her, pulling himself off the ground before reaching his hand out towards her. “Yeah I’ll take you since your sorry excuse for a best friend won’t” He kicked Kirk lightly for emphasis, only earning them another laugh.

Y/N stuck her tongue out at Kirk from where he lay on the floor, staring up at the two of them with warm eyes, his curly hair a mess sprawled out along the carpet. “You’re my favorite now.” She took Jason’s hand as she got to her feet.

For a moment the room was warm, energy crackling around the three of them as they shared goofy smiles, laughter dying comfortably on their lips. “See you guys soon.” Kirk promised the two of them as they left.

Home had changed, with the new success of the band there was no reason for all of them to stay living in one small cramped house together. They had gone their separate ways as much as it pained Y/N to no longer share walls with her best friends. She moved in with James but it didn’t stop the boys from inviting themselves over whenever they liked. It was comforting to know some things stayed the same.

“You know, I’ve never seen you with short hair.” Jason commented as he turned the keys in the ignition. The car revved to life with a pleasant hum. He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Why the sudden change?”

Y/N twirled the strands of her blonde hair between her fingers. “I used to have it short all the time, pretty much around the ride the lightning tour I just didn’t have time to cut it anymore.” She smiled as she pulled it back, mimicking the cut. “I looked really hot, like Debbie Harry from Blondie.” She giggled.

The city passed them by in a swirl of muted colors, distorted in the hot afternoon haze. It had been awhile since Y/N was actually out before the sun set, she felt like a vampire lately. “Don’t make that comparison.” Jason scoffed. He could see the offended look she gave him. “You’re prettier than that” He clarified quickly, smiling at her visible relief.

“Good save dude.” Y/N leant her head against the window, her hands coming to rest in her lap. She picked at the skin around her nails absentmindedly. Jason looked concentrated on driving, the city traffic in the middle of the day was aggravating. Lately she couldn’t stop staring at him, his smile, the silly little faces he made towards her when he caught her looking. It was annoying the way Jason consumed her lately.

Instead of replacing her thoughts of Kirk, Jason had carved out his own place in her heart. She felt like she was drowning most days, she hardly liked pining over one annoying curly haired boy now there were two. “Do you not think you’ll like my haircut?” She asked hesitantly. It had never occurred to her to consider what someone else might think.

Jason raised an eyebrow as he pulled into the crowded parking lot of the mall. “Does it matter what I think Y/N?” He asked softly. She looked at him wide eyed, shaking her head slowly. He didn’t turn the car off as he put it in park.

“Well no, I was just curious.” She fumbled over her words, fingers slipping against the seat belt buckle as she attempted to free herself from the sudden awkward tension. “I wouldn’t be able to cancel the appointment now even if you said no.” She chuckled nervously.

The buckle clicked open as Jason sideways to undo it for her. “I’m not stepping foot in a mall, I’ll be back for you in like an hour.” He ruffled her hair as she stepped out of the car. “For the record I think you would be pretty even if you were bald.” he joked as Y/N slammed the passenger side door, shooting him an annoyed glance before jogging off to the front doors.

Shopping malls stood for everything she stood against, a powerhouse of capitalism and consumerism, not to mention the assault on her senses. Ugly muted browns and beige colors accented by bright blue neon signs, the top 100 pop hits playing on loop over the loudspeakers. However nothing beats an overpriced mall pretzel or slice of greasy pizza.

However this was not a mission for overpriced food court meals. Quickly she beelined for the only salon in the mall she was familiar with. Checking in with the preoccupied teenager at the counter was nothing short of painful. Y/N found herself wondering if she had been quite as obnoxious.

For all the complaining she did, it was really nice to be pampered again. A head massage and the sudden feeling of weightlessness as the heavy hair was chopped away to her shoulders. As she ran her hands through the choppy layers landing just above her shoulders, she thought she couldn’t wait to show it off to the boys.

Like an excited child she sprinted to Jason’s car, waving wildly. It felt freeing, it felt like her old self, just a little bit. “Woah!” Was his immediate response, his grin ever so slightly lopsided.

“You like it?” She asked excitedly as she barreled into the car, leaning over the center console into his personal space. She grabbed one of his hands, placing it on her head so he could feel the soft slightly feathered texture. Her eyes twinkled as she waited for his response.

His touch was gentle as he ran his fingers through it. “It's just like seeing you for the first time.” He said fondly. Y/N’s skin flushed a rosy color as she sat back in her seat, pupils wide as her brain stuttered, trying to comprehend the compliment.

There was something different about it. Not like the way he usually called her cute, an offhand comment that she could sweep under the rug with a wave of her hand. They all called her cute, like it was an obligation for her friends to do so.

“Thanks.” Her voice coming out strangled as her finger picked nervously at the fabric of her shirt. “Did you go back to mine? Is Kirk still there? I'd like to show him too.” She gained the courage to ask again as they drove. She wasn't oblivious to the way Jason’s jaw tensed.

He shook his head, his tone a little more curt than usual. “No he left for a bit.” The silence that filled the air seemed thick with tension that Y/N couldn’t figure out a cause for. “He will probably swing by again later tonight.” His fingers thrummed against the leather of the steering wheel.

Y/N shrugged a little, watching as her driveway pulled into view, James’s truck still not there. “Oh okay, maybe we can all watch a movie again tonight!” She tried to lighten the mood as she stepped out of the car onto the pavement, Jason following her close behind. “I have The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Two on tape!” She informed him excitedly as they entered the house.

She watched as he strode over to the couch, laying his entire body across it with a soft grunt. “Yeah whatever you want.” He sighed softly, a lazy smile playing at his lips as Y/N moved to the couch as well, lifting his legs up so she could sit down before allowing them to fall on top of her lap. “Doesn’t help us now though.”

“Hmm, we could watch it without Kirk but he might kill us for that.” She hummed thoughtfully, sinking further into the cushions. “Did he say where he was going anyways? I wonder how long we have to wait.”

Jason’s eyes wouldn’t meet hers, the look on his face unfamiliar to her. Somewhere between a mixture of disappointment and anger, but she never truly saw Jason get angry at anything really. She placed a hand on his knee to gain his attention, raising her eyebrow in confusion. After another moment of silence he responded “He said he had a date tonight.”

There it was, that numb feeling that creeped across her skin, the warmth of the room dimming. She understood now why Jason was hesitant to tell her. “Ah,” She choked out. The hand she had placed on Jason’s knee clenched, the fabric of his jeans wrinkled under her touch. Jason nodded at her slowly. “That…sucks.”

“It does.” Jason agreed, a faraway look in his glassy eyes. It didn’t look like sympathy, more like pity. “He really knows how to dig the knife in deeper with us sometimes.” The laugh that followed was strained and rough.

Word’s didn’t seem to properly form on her tongue. She was of course privy to Kirk’s activities, she just did her best to shield herself from them, keeping the illusion real was easier said than done. “Want a hug Jase?” She asked finally. In part because she knew he needed it more, but she wanted the comfort as well.

Jason didn’t have to make his feelings public for her to know. She knew the longing in his eyes because hers was the same. It was a silent understanding they had come to, in some ways she thought it made them stronger friends. In love with the same boy who was so out of reach, neither could have him. She thought maybe it hurt her just a bit less because she had one more distraction.

The couch creaked beneath the shifting of their weight as Jason pulled Y/N against his chest wordlessly. She settled there with her own hands coming to wrap around him softly. “Ever think it's our own fault for never saying anything?” She laughed pitifully, fingers tracing soothing patterns against his back.

“Probably, I would never say anything anyways, wouldn’t be fair to you.” Jason confessed.

“Me neither.”

The gentle ticking of the clock on the wall was the only tell that time had passed as they sat there. Their bodies relaxed slowly, the embrace shifting into something more akin to a half hug. Supporting each other's weight and emotions all the same. “We’re pathetic, let's just watch the damn movie.” Y/N sighed with a sad smile.

Jason nodded, releasing his hold on her. “I’ll grab some drinks if you put it on.” He offered both of them moving to get off the couch. Y/N agreed with a smile, shuffling down in front of the T.V to rustle through her tape collection. The T.V roared to life with the previews, a slight static sound to the audio.

She grabbed her beer from Jason’s hand as he returned. There was an understanding between them as they settled into each other once more, his arm slung around her shoulders pulling her close as she hooked a leg over his. The alcohol did nothing to soothe the confusing ache in her stomach.

It was like rotting from the inside yearning for Kirk, and then having that rot plucked from within her by Jasons caring hands. An endless cycle of hurt and healing.She wondered if Jason felt similar. She looked up at him, the light from the T.V casting shadows across his face.

His eyes drifted down to hers, the moment came to a standstill. Y/N’s chest tightened and a sudden shifting in her stomach had her feeling nervous. “Jase?” She asked softly, watching the way his gaze drifted down to her parted lips. He dipped his head down slowly, sharing her air as he closed the gap between them.

Y/N’s skin ignited in red hot flames, traveling from the tips of her toes up to where their lips met. The kiss was soft, experimental. Her fingertips grazed his cheek as she leaned further into it, reciprocating with a soft barely there pressure.

As quickly as it happened it was gone. Jason pulled back slowly, pupils blown as he searched Y/N’s face for any signs of refusal. The silence in the room aside from the movie begged for her to say something first.

“Why?” was the only question she could think of. Her hand was still placed against his face tenderly. “Not in a bad way, just confused.” Her voice barely above a whisper.

Jason blinked, lips pursing. “Why wouldn’t I?” He asked as if the answer was the most obvious thing. His arm around her shoulders had tensed, holding her to him as if he was afraid she would float away. There was a shakiness in his voice, fear.

“I thought, you… Kirk?” Too afraid to say the full extent of what she had been thinking she frowned at him. Her hand dropped from his cheek to his shoulder. Her body shifted, turning toward him fully so she could better see him. Y/N could see it now, the way his leg bounced slightly, his eyes shifting nervously across her face. “It's okay Jase.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, his leg stilling its erratic movements. “Yeah, Kirk.” He nodded. “Also you.” He confessed slowly. The clock ticked, and something in her brain clicked. Of course it was her too. The realization should have been a happy one but there was a hesitation in her smile.

Y/N repeated it back to him “Also you.” Something in her stomach twisted, saying it out loud. Like somehow this was a betrayal to her younger self. The one hopelessly in love with the boy with the dark curly hair, the one who thought he hung the stars and moon for her.

But here this boy was in front of her. Jason tried to know her, he didn’t stop trying until he did. He picked up her pieces at her lowest, listened to her late night melancholy ramblings. He was the sun that brought warmth back to her cold body. How could she betray herself in two ways to feel like this.

“I'm confused.” She admitted honestly.

Jason nodded, his smile as warm and ever. “Yeah me too, let's figure it out together?” His hand came to hold her own. With his touch the guilt and shame melting away.

[drossna]

caduceus lvl.20 redesign i did ages ago but forgot to post

copious amounts of design notes under the cut

tl;dr: my goal with this redesign was to create a coherent design consistent with his previous art, improved enough to hopefully read as lvl.20, but still practical enough to serve as actual adventuring clothes

okay anyways so watch how autistic i can be about caduceus

i wasn't satisfied with caduceus's lvl.20 design. i'm not entirely sure how that design happened. to be fair, critrole designs have never been consistent, but lvl.20 cad abandons nearly every key aspects of cad's design. it drives me batty

why is his hair so straight and pale and dead. why is he draped in so much brown. how do those wing-skirt things work. why does his staff... look like that. like its gonna explode into toothpicks at the first use. why is there honey. why is the gold of his shield so bright. what is the rope on his shoulders for

i mean, who knows what goes on in the critrole art development process. my personal theory is that they continue to design these characters as personal ocs and not as official characters in a huge multimedia franchise, and their personal choices trump all, design considerations be damned. like, i cant really judge. i have the privilege to make whatever choices i want when drawing. i answer to no one. i could tell taliesin jaffe to go fuck himself. yknow. if i wanted to die

regardless, i dont hate everything about the lvl.20 design. i appreciate that it brought back his swirl-patterned pants, but the entire core of his design is so busy with shit that it becomes a problem

i tried to preserve cad's key aspects as much as i could in my redesign, as well as incorporate aspects i enjoyed most from each design. for example, i really like the idea of the goliath beetle armour in lvl.20 cad, but i tinted the black shell towards blue to match cad's signature teal green.

I also tried to create a palette consistent with his previous designs. teal should always be his primary colour, with pink being the most prominent accent. after that, anything thats analogous to those two is gravy. for real, i am begging critrole to at least keep consistent palettes, because this is a problem for most of their designs

my choice to include the red cords is inspired by the winter cad design as well as one of fjord's earlier designs (side note: most of fjord's designs are pretty great; he's the most consistently on-par)

i enjoy drawing aesthetic parallels between connected characters. on that note, the swirly jade earring is a gift from beau :3 because they're fun earring buddies

speaking of cad's winter design, the design sheet showed a lot of asian influence (thats mostly covered by the cloak) and i will take any excuse to add asian influence to a design. the first two tunics below were my main reference for my own tunic choice

the knots on the cords are specifically chinese knot art. the largest knot at his waist is a plate knot which can symbolize the cyclical nature of life and death, and the knot on his cape is a brocade knot which can symbolize (re)unity. i thought these concepts were in-line with cad's general philosophy and the wildmother's teachings. also, the brocade knot acts as his holy symbol with a crook-shaped pin woven through the cord. i really fuck with holy symbols being integrated into a design rather than just slapped on somewhere

lightning round design notes:

the fraying woven material is witch hair moss, which i imagine could be made very soft and warm. this is my version of the neutral-coloured flynet cape in the fourth design

i brought back the iconic pink lichen

i simplied the staff again. my way of visually portraying a growth in power is that the one wooden hand has transformed into many hands grasping the crystal, which is also a representation of cad widening his social circle and of the nein in general

cad curly hair and beard so important to me

cad wide nose so important to me

final note:

the pose i chose for caduceus was very intentional. while cad looks great in a power pose, i feel like it doesnt suit his character. his power isnt so confrontational. his power is quiet and gentle and humble and inevitable. he doesnt need to show off. he's just chilling. i love this dumb silly man

and for the record, while i consider cad to be the worst lvl.20 design, jester is a guaranteed second place. very tempted to redesign her as well, because mature-but-frilly pirate lolita is right up my alley

[de-lyc-ful]

It’s Mel’s turn to be werewolfed. I think Mel’s story in the show lends itself really well to elements of werewolf mythology, as well as my own interpretation of werewolves.

Mel, as the only one of the group who has a job, obviously has to be masking a lot more than most people. One idea that I thought would make sense for them is they’re shifted *mostly* human at work, but they shift in small, uncontrollable amounts when they get overstimulated. Since Mel uses AAC in the show, I thought their throat shifting might make sense because they literally wouldn’t be able to speak.

However, when Mel is with the group, I’d imagine that they are significantly more wolfy. Also their tail is curly because GIVE POC WEREWOLVES SOME CURLY TAILS, FOLKLORE IS NO EXCUSE FOR NOT LEARNING TO DRAW DIFFERENT HAIR TEXTURES (sincerely, a white bitch with curly hair. Learn to draw people who ain’t white. Texture is fun!!!)

[pecanwriter]

Pathetically Self-conscious Losers (SSBHM)

Themes: mutual self-consciousness, omegaverse but no mpreg mentioned 

Words: 2815

Part: 1/1

Jamal swallowed heavily, instinctively sucking in his gut. He checked the address on the website again. The building number checked out, but there was nothing on the door to indicate this was what he was looking for. Uncertain, he looked around. There was an omega sitting on a shaded bench nearby. With a resigned sigh, Jamal approached him. 

“Um, hi, excuse me?”

The man startled, glancing up at him and then quickly hiding behind his mop of black hair. 

“Y-yes?” 

“Are you waiting for the Speed Dating event as well? I’ve got the address here but I think I might be at the wrong spot.” 

“Oh, no, no…” The man shook his head vehemently “I could never do that. I’m just people-watching.” 

“What do you mean?” Jamal asked, feeling like this conversation was getting out of control already; this is why he hated talking to people!

“It’s nothing creepy!” The omega hastened to say, almost shoving a thick sketchpad in Jamal’s face “I draw c-comics… I mean, never mind, I’m sorry, I don’t know where your event is.” 

“Can I sit down?” Jamal asked, against his better judgement. 

The omega stiffened for a moment, but eventually nodded hesitantly, still hiding behind his cloud of hair. Jamal sat down, forcing himself not to grunt as his gut immediately strained against his shirt and his belt mercilessly dug into his underbelly. As casually as he could, he leaned back, spreading his thick legs slightly, to make room between them for his overhang. He saw the omega glance at his body but quickly looked away in embarrassment. Of course. Jamal was glad the omega was not looking at him anymore because he was sure his forehead was already coated with sweat. 

“Are those your drawings…?” He asked, unsure why when the omega was so clearly not interested in him. 

“Mhm,” He nodded, placing the book in his lap. His hand hovered over the cover for a moment before he flipped it open. 

The pages were dense with all kinds of drawings, mostly of people and an occasional animal. They were done in an exaggerated, confident style with so much expression it honestly surprised Jamal. 

“Wow, these are fantastic! You’re so good!” He exclaimed, genuinely impressed. 

The omega finally looked at him from behind his curly mane. He smiled and Jamal glimpsed a wide flat nose, large lips and cheeks with a heavy spattering of angry acne. 

“T-thanks, it’s not much…” 

“I mean it, they’re really good. You’re very talented.”

The omega went to brush his hair away from his face but seemed to suddenly remember himself and dropped his hand.

“Why are you hiding behind your hair?” Jamal asked, not sure what on Earth possessed him to say that. 

“I don’t like people looking at my face…”

“Because of the acne?” Again, what the fuck was going on with him, why was he suddenly Mr. Direct? And if his brain chose that day to rid him of his crippling self-doubt, couldn’t it have waited for the Speed Dating event at least? 

The omega nodded.

“It’s ugly…”

“It’s not ugly.” Jamal said with conviction “It’s just skin, nobody has perfect skin.” 

“Most people have better skin than me though…” 

“It’s not ugly,” Jamal repeated. 

The omega looked at him again. He had very large, brown eyes and arched eyebrows. Jamal had to admit, the acne was severe, but it didn’t make him any less pretty. 

“I’m Omari.” The omega said. 

“Jamal,” Jamal said, praying to whoever would listen that he wasn’t sweating as much as he thought he was “Ironically enough,” he added with an awkward chuckle. 

“What? What do you mean?”

“Jamal means handsome in Arabic.” He explained “I was adopted, but my white mother, bless her heart, didn’t want to erase my heritage and kept it. If I’m honest I wished she gave me some generic white name like Logan or something.”

“I think it suits you,” Omari said shyly.

Jamal looked away, his face hot. His flirting was one thing, but someone flirting back? That has never happened to him in his life. Suddenly, he had the urge to run away, but his fat ass didn’t stand a chance. 

Before he could come up with something to say, Omari spoke again.

“I think your event is starting.” he pointed to the building. Jamal followed his finger and sure enough, a steady line of pampered omegas and alphas in suits was pouring into the building. 

“Yeah, seems like it.”

“You should go, or you will be late.” 

“Or I could sit here and people-watch with you?” Who was he? Was he actually flirting with an omega he just met randomly out in public? 

“But you paid for it?” 

“Yeah, but it’s pointless.” He waved it off “Omegas are never interested in me anyway. I mean, obviously…”

“Why not? You’re handsome.” Omari said with the same firmness with which Jamal just told him acne didn’t matter. Were they actually flirting or were they just two self-conscious losers trying to make each other feel better? 

“I’m barely 5’10 and 500 lb.” He pointed out, staring at the massive gut hanging between his legs. 

“What does that have to do with you being handsome?”

“I supposed the same thing your acne has to do with you being pretty.” 

Oh, dear Lord, they were both. They were pathetically self-conscious losers who WERE flirting. 

“So,” Jamal said after a moment of awkward silence “Teach me to people-watch.” 

Omari chuckled, breaking the awkward spell. 

Somehow, an hour later, Jamal waddled to his car with an omega’s phone number in his pocket and without even going into the Speed Dating event. 

Could it be, were things finally coming up Jamal?

*

Things were not coming up Jamal. He was trying to find something flattering to wear for his date, but everything he owned made him look like a hog trying to stuff itself into human clothes. When he managed to somewhat contain his enormous belly his love handles would pop out, if he managed to cover them, his ass would stick out ten times more than it usually did. There was a shirt that looked good both around his belly and love handles, it even went well with the only pair of pants that wasn’t obscenely tight around his massive ass, but it, in turn, made his breasts look enormous and showed off his back rolls. 

He gave up with a dramatic sigh, flopping down onto the bed like a beached whale and pulled out his phone. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Jamal.”

“Are you cancelling the date…?” Omari sounded as if that was exactly what he was expecting.

“What? No, of course not! I was just wondering if maybe instead of a dinner we could go to a movie?”

“Oh yes, please.”

Jamal laughed. 

“You sound relieved.”

“I really don’t like restaurants… Too many lights…”

“I’m not a fan of the dress code myself.”

“A movie sounds perfect.” 

“Alright, I’ll check what’s playing and text you.”

He hung up and couldn’t help a relieved sigh. Sitting in the dark for two hours without Omari getting any chance to look at his huge body? Score. 

*

When they arrived at the cinema, everything seemed perfectly fine. Jamal was hiding in his baggiest clothes and Omari was basically a head of hair without a face. The spirits were high.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen an Indiana Jones movie,” Omari said. He was almost the same height as Jamal. As if the fact he couldn’t wear anything but a 7XL hoodie didn’t make him self-conscious enough, he also had to find the tallest Omega in America. 

“I don’t even know which one was the previous one” he mused.

The head of hair made a humming sound. 

“I don’t know either.”

Jamal laughed but didn’t manage to reply as they were the next ones up to be served. 

“Hello, two for Indiana Jones, please.”

“I’m sorry” The Beta said and her sour smile told Jamal she was the furthest thing from sorry. “There is a weight limit of 350 lb on the theatre seats.”

Jamal finally understood what it meant when people claimed their souls left their bodies.

“He’s 350 lb,” Omari said firmly. 

The cashier turned her disgustingly fake smile on him. 

“No, he’s not.” She said slowly, her smile turning even more fake. “I’m so sorry!” 

“You could’ve told us sooner, you saw us waiting,” Omari said. “Come on” He grabbed Jamal’s hand and pulled him away. Jamal was thankful because he doubted his body could move out of its own volition. 

As they were passing the queue, he heard snickers and someone shouting “fatass!” very obviously as he passed. He was sure that if his soul left his body already, it would have now left the planet entirely. 

They left the cinema and began walking down the street in silence. They passed a brightly coloured Ice Cream parlour and Jamal stopped, gazing through the glass longingly. 

“Oh, I could do with an ice cream cone, or three.” he let out a sigh “But I shouldn’t.” 

“Neither should I” 

“What? Why?” He asked, looking at Omari’s lean, delicate body. 

“Flares up my acne.”

“Oh.” Jamal looked at the display cases inside for a moment longer “It’s worth it.” He said firmly. 

Omari laughed. He was still holding Jamal’s hand and he now pulled him into the Ice Cream parlour. 

Minutes later they were sitting in a booth waiting, having ordered at the counter. 

“Isn’t the table digging into your belly?” Omari asked, cocking his head. 

Jamal looked away, mortified. 

“Yeah, but I don't think the chairs at the tables are sturdy enough to hold me up.” He admitted. But it was fine, his soul had already left his body a long time ago, and it couldn’t get any more humiliating. 

Omari, for some unfathomable reason, dove under the table. When he emerged Jamal glimpsed one eye and a piece of mouth behind the mass of hair. 

“It’s not bolted down! Just push it, I’m gonna pull it.” 

Jamal wanted to protest, but the truth was, that he could barely breathe. With a nod, he pushed. Omari pulled the table towards himself and soon, although it was still a tight squeeze, Jamal could breathe. 

“Thanks,” He said, meaning it. 

“No problem” Omari’s warm fingers gently touched his. “I’m sorry about the theatre…”

“Nope, I’m repressing that,” Jamal said firmly.

“Alright, I respect that.” Omari nodded.

The waitress arrived, placing two Sundaes on the table. Omari’s was pretty with one blue scoop, one pink and one purple, with a swirl of whipped cream and a blueberry syrup drizzle. 

“Forest fruits?” Jamal guessed.

“Wow, you really know your ice cream!” 

“I really, really do.” He said with an embarrassed chuckle, patting his enormous gut. 

It didn’t escape Jamal’s notice his Sundae was almost twice as large as Omari’s.

“What’s yours?” Omari asked, taking to the tippy-top of the whipped cream swirl with his spoon and popping his into his mouth. It was adorable. 

“Chocolate, salted caramel, hazelnut, cookies and cream, I believe that one is just called “Twix”, we have caramel…”

“You already said caramel.”

“Oh no, no. For you see, this one is salted caramel, this one is unsalted caramel.” 

Omari laughed. 

“There’s peanut butter here, a classic vanilla here…” 

“Peanut butter? I didn’t know they made ice cream like that.” Omari’s eye emerged from behind the hair again to peer at Jamal’s ice cream.

“Have a taste!” He offered immediately, diving expertly in, to scoop a spoonful of the specific flavour. Without thinking he outstretched the spoon to Omari. After a moment’s hesitation, the omega pulled his hair a little to the side to take Jamal’s spoon into his mouth.

“Ooooh!” Omari’s face lit up in excitement. “It’s so good!”

Jamal laughed. “I’m glad I could teach you something useful today.” 

Omari smiled shyly and went to pull his hair over his face. 

“Please don’t.”

One eye peered at Jamal questioningly, hand still poised halfway to his face.

“I’m super flared up right now…” Omari said weakly. It was true, his cheek was dark with inflamed cysts and zits. 

“It’s okay, Omari.” He reached over the table. “Please don’t hide. I want to see your face.”

“But…”

“I want to see my date’s face.” Jamal insisted with a gentle smile, but Omari still looked terrified. “How about this, what if you just uncover your face on this side, facing the wall? Nobody will see except for me.” 

With a tiny sight, Omari pushed his hair back, revealing the right side of his face fully. The acne spread his entire cheek and went up to his temple. It really was bad, he could understand why Omari was self-conscious, but at the same time… He didn’t give a fuck about it. He couldn’t even if he tried. 

Omari peered at him anxiously, as if expecting Jamal would spit in his face. 

“Listen, I know you won’t believe me, but I’m gonna say it anyway. Your acne doesn’t make you any less pretty. Now, eat your ice cream, before it melts.” 

Omari said nothing, just took his spoon back up and scooped another spoonful of whipped cream into his mouth. 

“I went on a Tinder date once” Omari said and Jamal couldn’t understand how someone could look so defeated while eating a gorgeous Sundae. Wow, he really was a fucking fatass, wasn’t he? “He saw my face and literally walked out.” 

“Well, you’re in luck” Jamal said lightly “I’m not walking out of here until this Sundae is completely gone. And I’m pretty sure you’ll have to help me wedge out of this booth anyway. You should’ve gone on a date with a fatass sooner” 

Omari laughed weakly. 

“Hey, Jamal… You don’t have to joke about your body, you know that, right?”

“What?” He asked, unfortunately with a mouthful of chocolate drizzle and whipped cream. 

“You don’t have to justify your existence with humour.”

“That was uncomfortably perceptive.” 

“I told you, I people-watch a lot.”

Jamal said nothing, it was his turn to look defeated while eating ice cream. 

“I think you’re very handsome,” Omari said bluntly, making Jamal almost choke with caramel ice cream. He couldn’t help but vaguely not that it would be his preferred way to die. 

“Can we make a packt?”

“What?” 

“I will accept that I’m handsome if you accept that you’re pretty.” 

Omari stared at him. After a moment, he shrugged philosophically.

“Fine.” He said “We can make it even more interesting. “I will keep my face uncovered if you stop joking about your body.” 

Jamal frowned. That would take away ninety per cent of what he had to say, but if that meant he could see Omari’s face, then he was willing to make the sacrifice. 

“Deal.”

“Deal.” 

*

He was sweaty and stuffed uncomfortably full of ice cream, his enormous thighs were rubbing painfully together which made him waddle even more than usual. But he didn’t care, because Omari was holding his hand as they walked to the parking lot. 

“This is my car,” Omari said, stopping. His face was uncovered and Jamal hungrily took every detail of it in. “I really enjoyed our date.”

“So did I, thank you for coming out with me” Jamal smiled and Omari smiled back. They stood still for a moment. 

“Are you… going to kiss me or should I just get into the car and stop making it weird?” Omari laughed nervously. 

“Oh!” Jamal was startled by the fact that was even an option. The only other two dates he’d ever been on ended exactly like that. With a moment of awkward silence in front of the car and no return phone calls. “I’m sorry, yes, I-I would like that.”

“Well?” Omari laughed again, spreading his arms expectedly. 

“Yes, I’m sorry!” Jamal stepped up to him. He misjudged the distance and bumped Omari with his enormous gut. Omari stumbled back, landing against the driver's side door. Horrified beyond belief, Jamal surged forward to apologise but somehow ended up stumbling and crashing into the omega with his entire bulk.

“Well, that’s now exactly what I meant, but I’ll take it,” Omari said with a cheeky smile. He gently placed his hands on Jamal’s thick love handles. 

Swallowing heavily, he placed one hand on Omari’s neck and the other on the back of his head; not wanting to touch his face and irritate the skin. 

Turning his head slightly and with a shaky breath, he closed the distance between them and kissed Omari’s soft lips. It felt unreal.

When they parted, Omari smiled at him. 

“You taste like ice cream.”

“So do you.” 

They both chuckled, going back in for a second, longer kiss. 

Some minutes later, Jamal waddled back to his car unable to stop the goofy smile from spreading across his face.

Things were finally coming up Jamal. 

[hazgoldenstyles]

Enquainted

In a quiet, empty bakery, there he sits sipping his strawberry tea while humming a tune of Mac DeMarco. While His soft humming gets interrupted by the clock striking twelve, he gets startled by the slightly loud noise causing his tea to spill a bit on his chin.

“Oh goody, I guess I better get outta here”, he says wiping his chin while quickly standing. He leaves a good amount of cash by his receipt and draws a sloppy flower while saying his goodbyes to the last workers on shift.

Harry has had his fair share of women in his life. So his experience was lets just say… pretty good. He’s always been really shy and sweet but the upmost caring person to anybody, even if he didn’t know them.

Most of the women in his life knew his needs and knew how fragile he was but always found a way to take advantage of him. But Harry didn’t like being alone, so he suffered with the mistreatment while also doing things that he didn’t like so much.

But Harry is a vampire.

A sweet soft one at that.

The 27 year old loves marshmallows and strawberry tea… quite weird right.

But right now he’s thinking about someone who can fulfill his needs, but also want him for who he is.

He walks down the street in his baby pink jumper and cream slacks on his way home.

While he’s walking he sees a girl sitting all alone on a bench with pretty arm warmers on.

Oh those look so fuzzy and warm Harry thinks to himself, I should go tell her.

Harry makes his way over to the girl nervously playing with the edges of his jumper and mutters out, “ex- excuse me”

The girl whips her head up and smiles, mostly because of how adorable and shy he looks. She tucks a curly strand behind her ear.

“Oh, yes” she responds.

Harry smiles a bit while rocking on the balls of his feet, “I really like your jumper, I- I think its really pretty.”

The girl smiles softly at the nervous boy, “why thank you, I love yours as well” she compliments. Staring at how the boy bashfully smiles at the ground.

“Th-thanks. My mumma got it for me back in England” he responds, looking around at his surroundings forgetting that its quite dark out and he’s just talking to a random girl while he should be on his way home. But Harry barely talks to people, so while he’s worrying, he secretly basks in it.

Not knowing how to exit the conversation with a pretty girl thats making him oh so nervous and giddy he says, “uhm okay… byeeee” he darts his eyes around while quickly making eye contact. He waves his fingers that she notices are painted a soft pink.

She smiles at that. How adorable can he get

In her own headspace forgetting that he bid her a goodbye, she sees him already a ways down the sidewalk.

Hopefully she sees him again.

🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Sunday morning Honie walks down the street on her way to Pinkys Cafe. A quaint, cute little cafe that one of her friends recommended to her.

While she’s walking, she hears some tussling and loud voices so her interest won her over. She follows the sound to see what’s going on.

Oh lord please don’t let it be nothing too bad she says to herself.

The noise trails to a group of guys surrounded by some boy in a all blue crewneck with fuzzy sleev-

That’s the boy who complimented her a few days ago.

Immediately she rushes over trying to help ease the situation and try to get the sweet shy boy somewhere she knows is comfortable.

She walks closer to the scene with rage in her eyes, “HEY” she yells.

The group of men quickly look up and scurries off, most likely not wanting to get into any legal trouble knowing she was bound to call the police.

She wastes no time in consoling the shaking, whimpering Harry. He put his sweater paws on his eyes to control his emotions, laying his head on the pretty lady’s shoulder.

“I was j-just trying t-to g-get to work… but I s-saw them so I didn’t l-know what to d-do” he stutters in vulnerability, tears falling down his soft rosy cheeks.

How could someone be so mean to this poor angel.

She looks at him with sadness and has the perfect idea.

“Oh no, hey hey, none of that now you’re too pretty to cry you know.” She says softly with a smile on her face. He looks at her with nervousness but with a small shy smile.

He looks down playing with his flower ring anxiously, remembering what just happened. “I was actually about to go get some tea if you wanted to come with?” She questions softly.

He looks up and nods his head with misty eyes, “yes please. I think that would make me feel better”

She smiles at him fondly and holds her arm out for him to latch onto. He loops his around softly snd cautiously, darting his eyes around so he doesn’t have to make eye contact and says, “okay, I’m ready for some some tea. I-Ive been craving it since yesterday” he says shyly while walking.

“Well lets go get your tea sweet boy”

A/N- hi guys! I hope you like the first part to this series!! Give me feedback please, it really helps me and build my motivation to have the second part out faster than the original set date. Also, tell me your theories and what you think may happen in the future, it’ll be greatly appreciated. Thank you my bleu babiessss 🤍

Baby Blue Blood Masterlist

[hades-persephone-project]

My first concepts for Persephone! The Goddess and Queen herself~ Please excuse my writing, i have adhd and im just writing what pops into my head cause im running a blank

Lets talk about this;

So im a pale white chick and idk i guess i always lean towards pale white chicks (?) but im trying real hard to mix up my norm with new things, but my brain keeps loving the 3rd colour option qnq

I also have stretch marks under my boobs, idk if thats normal but thats where mine are so thats where i put some for her.

My Perse is half mortal so i was trying to keep that in mind but also make her look half godly which, turns out, is a lot harder than i thought.

I know i want her to have sun-kissed skin with many freckles, that just makes sense to me as the Goddess of spring, but i wanted her to be in a more peach/pink hue, thus the more 'red' skin

I also plan for her to get a bit more pale and skinner while in the underworld since there isn't any sun and she cant eat the food there, she dose eat, nyx bring her food from up top but thats only like one meal a day.

I wanted her to have curly thick hair.

At one point was making her look very deer like (check under cut for more info) thus the birch 'antlers' on the 3rd.

She'd normally have long hair but she cuts it when she runs away which is why theres a bunch of different hair styles. The outfit is inspired/taken from Blood of Zeus but drawn horribly cause idk how the fabric would flow.

Im thinking ill need to draw her parents before i get her final done but i have 0 ideas for demeter...

Just a bunch of sketches and more random nots under cut

So this is acutely the first time ive drawn such a curvy body and stretch marks so i wanted to play around it before sitting down and drawing it, i was having such a lot of trouble with it but after getting some good refs i think i was able to get what i was looking for.

I was also trying to figure out what kind of art style i wanted to go for this. I figured that since this is going to be a comic ill go for my easier more cartoon style

This is what i mean by deer look. The idea was that her God Form was very deer inspired since i associate deer with spring but deer a main symbol for Artemis and im not sure if shes going to be included in the story and if i need to bring the deer motif back for perse,,

I mostly like to focuse on character design and concept since its where id like my day-time job to be so im really trying here but id love some feed back and ideas if you guys have any!