#trying to figure out how to draw him still;;

[choochooboss]

Submas Sketchdump Vol. 4 July 2022 Part 2!!

I knew that particular month beat my all time record for productivity multifold but I had forgotten SO MANY PIECES from the original collection!! I think I finally got them all?? More stuff under the cut!!

BREAKMAS!! WIP of the first piece I posted of them, here's the link to the final version! I tried coloring this first but the black & white had ultimately more impact so I went with that!

TRAINS!! I like this base color version too! Link to the final version!

The top sketch is a direct reference to Cluedo! A spinoff game, "Missingo", starring certain familiar characters trying to figure out what happened to Ingo/trying to prove their innocence in the case! Also WIP sketches for these two Breakmas comic pages!

As you may know I adore butlermas! For the classy and stylish look which appeals to me in general, and coincidentally I had played PLA & got hit by submas train only one week before butler Ingo's banner rolled out! The pure bliss of finally meeting both twins in a game I felt was incomparable!! This moment in the Curious Tea Party event was really entertaining to me! We got to see submas get serious and stand up against this selfish collector thief! Two towering train twinks with commanding voices looming over the unfortunate guy was enough to make him change his mind ahah! They truly are the protectors

1-hour submas challenge prompt "Descend"! This is the actual one hour result before I continued rendering this!

Mmmmm not my first attempt at drawing them hug and definitely not my best OR last. I want to make that moment something very special when I finally go all out on it!!

Comic cover vibing~

The scrapped last page for this silly comic! Sorry the dialogue is all over the place on the first piece, might be hard to read! I wasn't happy with how I presented Elesa, I wasn't familiar enough with her character back then so I thought of her carrying a toy taser to threat her friend even as a joke was too much and I couldn't come up with anything else for it. This held me back from posting the other three pages for another 5 months! In the last panel

I prefer to not mess up the twins too much but my brain is still very curious and conjures some peculiar stuff like this sometimes.. I think I may have broken his arms there looking at the anatomy, ooops! I hope you don't mind the photo quality or the two weird guys in the corner, they escaped containment!

Idea of warden Ingo, being projected to modern era by his Alakazam, walking through crowd on a train platform & Emmet standing inside a passing train. Their eyes meet for just a few seconds...

Pokemas Ingo practise!

Another WIP of a piece I posted! I started this piece like this but then later I decided to flip the whole thing.

YET another WIP of something I already posted! No idea why I went and mixed up his suits but I like this sketch! They rarely end up looking this clean haha

Sketch version of the self-defense practise piece! I love getting creative with action stuff! I barely ever think of how difficult they are to draw, I just get so excited and fixated on visualising the scenes in my mind I just keep at it, pull out refs and pose in front of mirrors until it looks good to me! I want to draw more action scenes but besides being challenging to draw my brain comes up with more silly and cute ideas than cool ones unfortunately ahah

One more WIP, here's the link to the final results!! I really like how genuine their expressions look here even if the faces are a little off. I recall spending a long time figuring out this perspective. I thought it would be fun to you to see how all these pieces started and... looking at the sketch above and the stuff before that, you can compare some range of my style!

RANDOM SUBMAS MISSILES GO

OHHH looks like some nasty passengers got the best of them!! If I recall correctly there was no fight because they managed to paralyse the two before they could act. Fully awake yet completely helpless... how convenient unfortunate. Thank you so much for checking these out!! Not every sketch is that exciting but I'm always happy to hear your thoughts on these!

Previous posts: Sketch dump Vol. 1: April-June 2022 Sketch dump Vol. 2: July 2022 Sketch dump Vol. 3: August 2022

[a-calico-rabbit]

…apparently, disturbingly similar to þe llama. I can’t feel my blood flowing (usually, and þat’s by choice—it hurts like hell), but i have great night vision, am fairly silent in my steps when I try (odd, given i’m 6’4 and 245 lbs) and can move many muscles individually—at random. I just occasionally remember how and suddenly i’m in absolute control, and þen it goes away after like a minute.

I am almost identical to my faþer and grandfaþer (we do not speak of him (grandfaþer). Please pretend he does not exist) in þat I can visualize anyþing, to þe point þat I can imagine myself doing someþing after having done it once, feel how it works, and develop þe skill by imagining myself doing it, which is how I practice most þings. Also, we’re all ADHD, Autistic, dyslexic, dyscalculic, hypersensitive to pain, have clicky joints (i.e. all our joints catch when moving, and can dislocate at random), and are inherently smartasses wiþ a penchant for crafting. We also all have chronic occular migraines, delt wiþ horrible growing pains, and a hell of a lot of oþer shit I can’t remember (oh! Bad memory) þat makes me þink my bloodline is cursed. We also all (all family sons) have þe middle name “keith”.

I am addicted to finding random muscles þat I don’t know how to move and repeatedly trying out different visualizations until I can get myself to move one. It’s fun.

I have a near encyclopedic knowledge of minecraft and can tell you almost anyþing, as long as it doesn’t have to do wiþ numbers þat aren’t obvious powers of two.

I can see in extremely fine detail up close, to þe point þat I can distinguish þings on þe edge of microscopic scale. But I can’t see jack shit at a distance.

I am hypersensitive to light, and color blind. I see very well in low light.

I’ve been playing minecraft since I was 5, and almost noþing else.

I love fermented foods, and have yet to find one I didn’t like. Except for alcoholic beverages, of which I only like ciders and sours (bitters are ok, but need sour). And I can’t stand sweets, to þe point þat glazes and frosting make me puke if I taste þem too long. I am hyposensitive to flavor and smell, but my hypersensitivity to touch means I have a great sense of texture, so most of þe food I make is spiced to þe nines and has unique and strange textures.

I love writing, but am absolutely terrified of it. Þis does not extend to drawing landscapes, but absolutely does wiþ animals.

I can speak in a robot voice by inhaling as I talk and modulating þe trill.

I speak and write wiþ my signature weird combo of sophistication and crass ass wording because I am very, very dyslexic, and forget half of my vocabulary at any given moment, so I have to change it on þe fly to come across at all. I also stutter and halt often. I also cannot memorize text. If i try to say someþing verbatim it will come out wrong, and I will stutter a lot. I can spell mostly correctly because when I was little I was obsessed wiþ doing so, and practiced a metric fuck-ton to get it right. I also didn’t understand academic writing rules because I couldn’t (and still can’t) remember þe words þat refer to þe parts of þe stuff, so I just read myself to an elevenþ grade reading level at fourþ grade and figured out þe rules þey used to sound good. To þis day I can’t write an essay for shit, because everyþing comes out like a story.

I love cheese.

For some reason, no matter where I go, nor when, lights seem to flicker and burn out faster around me. Especially strange, given I usually keep þem off.

I have a gameboy, which I only use to play tetris.

I have a commodore 64 and SX-64 in my room—þe SX is my dad’s, but þe basic bitch is mine.

I, and my faþer, like many autists, can hear electricity running þrough shit, which is annoying as fuck.

I like oranges, and generally dislike beetles. Unless þey’re rolly-pollies. Love þose dudes.

Light makes me tired, but gives me bad sleep, and for good sleep I need absolute darkness, as a tiny bit of light will keep me up for hours. I also need enough noise to drown out my þoughts.

I love golf, but haven’t played in years—since my grandpa (þe good one) died, really.

I am sensitive to emotion, and can usually tell if someone is a good person or not based on vibe. Þis was best used when þe image of þe guy who was used as þe stereotypical discord mod/subredditer/neckbeard was going around. I just got þe impression he was nice, and was having fun being a dude in a suit in þose photos. Fuck all ya’ll þat gave him hate. Also, linus and mr. beast give similar, bad vibes.

I quadrice (at least) downed a þing of salt for a joke. I don’t know why I keep doing it. I hate it and it lingers but when I see a nearly-empty container of salt I judt get þis urge-

I like meat fermented and well done, or fresh and rare as þe day it was born. Þere is no inbetween.

I am in constant pain from my skin, joints, muscles, bones, eyes, head (have had one, long headache for þe past decade) etc.

I have an uncanny ability to find shit out about shit, and am very good at navigating caves. Þat comes from minecraft.

My hair color changes wiþ þe seasons, but is always some form of brown wiþ gold-red highlights, and silver strands (only ever one at a time þo).

Þat’s enough for now.

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[freaksun]

Hi if you are taking requests I’m in a super soft mood.

Would you do something with Eddie not being used to affection? Super touch starved. And when he and reader start dating he is tense when you first show that your love language is physical touch? And slowly. Not to scare him you try to show and convince him he deserves nothing but kindness and loving touches?

hi honey!! always taking requests, i just take forever to answer them haha :)

your boyfriend, eddie munson, had a hard childhood - that was clear.

for one, he grew up with his uncle wayne instead of two parents. you’ve met mr munson, and he’s a truly sweet man, but you’re pretty sure he didn’t plan on raising a child.

he told you his mom died and his dad is gone but not much else and you don’t want to pry. you figure he’ll tell you on his own time and that’s good enough for you. mostly, you just want him to know he’s safe with you.

the only part that bothers you is that his past trauma has convinced him he isn’t worthy of soft touches and patience and your everlasting devotion. you have to fix this, you decide.

you noticed pretty early into the relationship that he’s timid around physical intimacy - not necessarily sex, more the sweet and loving caresses you offer him daily - since every time you mold yourself to his back in bed he suddenly has to ‘get to work’.

at first it really hurt your feelings. he could have sex with you (with minimal nervousness) but he couldn’t cuddle you??

but then the heartbreaking realization set in that he just cant let you show that you love him. cant let you be tender with the parts of him you know have been crushed by people meant to protect him.

so, you start small.

eddie gets all worked up sometimes talking about things he loves, so you wait for him to get all excited and distracted and then you start gently twirling his hair between your fingers while he goes on and on.

eventually it evolves to you running your hands through his hair, lightly massaging his head while he unknowingly unravels in front of you. you rake your nails over his scalp, scratching his stress away.

you can tell how much he appreciates such a small gesture by the way he sinks into your touch, a warm smile on his sleepy face.

he starts to expect it, much to your delight. whenever he realizes he’s getting super into a discussion he cozies up to you, laying his head in your lap usually by slumping onto you and forcing you to lay down so you can be his teddy bear.

you’re extremely proud of this progress, even moreso when he sleepily turns one evening, smushing his face against your thigh and sighing contently. you don’t stop petting his hair until you feel his breathing slow against the inside of your leg.

you figure it was a combination of you talking instead of him, and the long awful day he apparently had at work. either way, you thank the stars and make sure not to wake him. it grows your ego substantially knowing your voice guided him to a peaceful sleep.

the next morning you wake up with him still wrapped around your waist, cheek smushed into your tummy. you’re both still in your clothes, eddie in his dirty work overalls cause he couldn’t wait to cuddle you, and neither of you expected him to fall asleep. you pet his head softly - its practically instinctive whenever you see him, especially snoring softly like this

he stirs when you rake your nails across his back gently, drawing swirls and patterns on him while he’s still too sleepy to protest. his eyes meet yours, his hair adorably disheveled. he looks incredibly disoriented and confused and all you can do is smile at your puppy of a boyfriend.

��..did we fall asleep like this?” his voice comes out all gravelly how you love, its always like that in the morning, you’ve come to find out.

“yes” you giggile, fixing a stray curl. “you fell asleep like this, honey.”

he blushes and gets nervous as usual, you’re familiar with his patterns, but he doesn’t move - not yet.

you take advantage of that fact, lifting his chin so he’s forced to look at you again. this time when you look into his wide eyes, you sense guilt.

“eddie, i liked it.” you smile, moving to rub his cheek, your thumb swiping gently just below his eye. “is there some reason you think i wouldn’t? o-or did you not like it?” he panics when your smile falters, lips twitching in hesitation.

“No!” he yelps a little too loud, awkward in that sitcom way he’s always been. charming, you think.

“O-of course i liked it, baby..” his eyes flick between obeying and keeping eye contact and staring down to avoid you.

“you’re so warm.. ‘n soft..” his eyes meet yours again and theres a sincerety and vulnerability you’ve never seen. close, maybe, but this is new.

“yeah?” you coo, coaxing him further into this soft space you’ve unlocked for him.

he nods, a coy smile forming. “I like touching you, y/n. i-i always want to i-im just..” you rub his cheek. “cautious. i guess. scared.” he looks up at you again, wide eyes beaming in a way that makes you think theyre just holes peering into the sparkling of his heart. its clear he’s opening himself to you in a way no one’s seen before. maybe other than his mom. its an honour you refuse to waste.

“what are you scared of ed?” not once do you stop softly petting him , his cheeks, his hair, his neck, a thumb across his lip.

“I just.. i dunno. you’re so soft, so sweet and kind and i-“ he falters, and you immediately hug him to you, rubbing his back. “its ok, honey. take your time, im here.” he sighs, his hands grasping you for comfort.

“i dont wanna break you. or lose you..” he admits, maybe for the first time to himself at all. your heart breaks. obviously you could assume with what you know about his past but the details and results never stop hurting. you wish you could’ve saved him, could’ve saved his mother and given him a better father. or just taken him far, far away.

now, all you can do is hold him. one hand in his hair, one rubbing his back and you kiss the top of his head.

“im not going anywhere.” you promise, your lips still pressed in his hair.

“gonna stay and cuddle you forever, teddy” your hand sneaks under his shirt and rubs his back, up and down the soft skin. its vulnerable in a literal and figurative way you cant fully process in the moment but later you’ll cry over how poetic and sentimental it is.

you feel him sink into you, letting his weight crush you a little. his voice rumbles where hes hiding his face, a small “promise?” muffled by your chest.

you frown, wishing he never had to feel this way.

“I promise, eddie. m’yours” you can feel him smile, giddy and childish in this state.

“and you’re mine” you giggle as he rubs his face into you like a cat displaying affection.

[bunnwich]

This is altogether random, but I feel you might appreciate the idea: since Leona is doing his internship with a mining company in Sunset Savanna, I like to think if he were to propose to his partner, any ring would have a stone he found himself (then or years later) that made him think of them, because they’re worth the effort.

No, I love this so much and this actually inspired to think of some HC for Leona and Yuu's engagement!! So pardon me as I use this as an excuse to yap/draw.

🧡Leona x Yuu Proposal

🧡Engagement:

I picture Leona and Yuu would be together a while time before he worrys about marriage. Leona as we know is not traditional by any means. And the two are so used to just…being there for each other, lives intertwined like a braid. 

At this time after NRC I see Leona having his hands in a few things, but mostly just there as support for Yuu and even Ruggie as they navigate graduating. After his internship he currently sits as a member of the Board of Environmental Utilization.

I think they would already live together in a somewhat isolated place near the edge of the Outlands and Sunrise City. Leona originally helped get it for Yuu to have a forever home but now he finds himself there more and more. It's a bit of a fixer-upper, reminding Yuu of the Ramshackle.

I imagine their house has a revolving door policy and often has uninvited guests, Ruggie comes to visit a lot and uses it as a place to crash when he's in town to see his Granny. And then there's Cheka (who is now a teen rebelling against his parents.)

Often the two take late-night drives in Leona’s jeep to get away from the craziness of all. Leona struggles trying to adapt to a more humble living situation and lifestyle. (he still can't work the microwave for a damn), but he tries enjoying the quiet life he has with Yuu. Yuu is still figuring out how they will fit in in their new homeland as a Sunset Savanna citizen.

I feel Leona’s family would be hassling them about marriage for years but neither are too keen on the idea of it liking their private life. However, Leona knows it’s the easiest way to protect Yuu and make sure they always have a home and inherit the house they fixed up together. (Should anything ever happen to him.) Plus, it would give them full citizenship in his homeland. 

So one day, he decides that it's time to make it legal. Of course, he already knew a long time ago that they belonged to one another, this is so cemented in his mind and he’s not even that nervous about it. At this point, they’ve been through so much together they live together, they are one. So, he does it in his Leona way.

On one of their sunset drives together he pulls out a special ring his sister-in-law helped him design with Yuu's three favorite stones that he’d sent them in their time apart. He had two requests when he had it made: it had to have a moon for Yuu and a stone for both of them.

Leona during his internship would often collect stones he would find in the mines, finding some to send to Yuu. He knew that they liked that sorta stuff even if he didn't care for it. And he didn’t mind writing down little geological facts for them. 

“So…ya wanna be married to me?”

Yuu would honestly not expect it. And he said it so casually too! Smug bastard. But as usual, he was…right, their lives were so connected they couldn't imagine not seeing his cocky face every day or hearing his soft words of encouragement then loud ass snores every night.

“Okay.” They say with a shrug, and Yuu would be crying for both them. He was right, it just made sense. Besides, what would the lion do without them?

After putting the ring on their finger he'd wrap his arms around them, intending to never let go after that. He can’t help but get teary too. He never thought that he’d have someone like his brother did, to be by his side always.

“Well, now, yer stuck with me.”

“That’s okay.”

🧡Wedding:

As for a wedding, I KNOW Falena and Sis-in-law would press for a big, fat traditional Sunset Savanna wedding. There is a bit of controversy among some old-fashioned council members that Leona is marrying an outsider and a few murmuring that Yuu is a human too. But Leona’s favorability in the kingdom has always been so divided that some take an apathetic view, expecting this behavior from the second prince anyway.

Being a “spare heir” works in Leona’s favor this time, as there is not as much pressure for an arranged marriage for him as his brother had. Though there’s still some pushback. They were fine viewing Yuuta as a fling but it’s tradition for royal family members to have political marriages.

It’s a bit of strain on their relationship during this time with the stress of the capital’s spotlight on them. Since Leona told no one about it until after he proposed to Yuu. But, because a few on the council are fond of Yuu already, (as well as the queen regent), it all works out eventually! (Leona threatens to take Yuu and run away so many times.)

It is an…adjustment getting this much attention for Yuu. But, because the house they chose is already out of the prying eyes, the two compromise by agreeing to a true royal wedding…

This doesn’t last long. The two get fed up and…elope a few months later in the middle of the night. Cheka/Ruggie sneak out to be witnesses. Falena and the queen are pissed and make them promise to get married again in a few years publicly.

🧡Traditions:

Rings are a bit more of a modern marriage tradition in the Sunset Savanna as other countries' cultures melded with theirs over the years. Leona has never been one for traditions anyway and he liked the idea of matching rings, made out of the same ore and gems.

An old tradition of Sunset Savanna marriages is that of permanent bracelets, braided by hand by the officiating party. They are meant to stay on til death. Often colored beads are added to represent each personality. The braided hemp itself represents an eternity together in this life and the next. Through the circle of life, they are connected from then on out. 

[whatudottu]

Hello I put way more effort than I needed to into this, but have it anyway :P

Boniface meets Bonifire, what will they do :P

A version of this page without text because technically this was the first page I drew and put all my effort into that one first lmao-

[3rdgymbros]

━ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦.

— pairing; malleus draconia x ramshackle! reader

— summary; set after leona's overblot, malleus notices how your physical appearance has changed.

— notes; please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ It’s late when you stumble back to Ramshackle dorm, your body tired and aching from the day’s events.

❋ Leona had overblotted, turning everything in the vicinity to sand . . . Including your hair.

❋ You couldn’t bear the uneven patches where parts of it had been turned to sand, and with a little help from Ace and Deuce, you’d managed to hack it all off – but it’ll take you some time to get used to it.

❋ As you’re approaching the rusted iron gate, you notice a familiar figure waiting for you there, illuminated by the moonlight. It’s “Hornton”, as you’ve taken to calling your new friend, unaware of his true identity just yet.

❋ Malleus takes note of your new appearance as soon as you draw near, greeting him with a wave and a tired smile. He doesn’t make a big deal out of your new look, but you can see the faintest raise of his brows, the slight narrowing of his gaze as he takes in your new hairstyle.

❋ “Child of Man,” He greets you quietly, gently, and there’s a concern layered under his words that makes you feel seen in ways others haven't noticed yet. It’s almost enough to make a lump gather in your throat, and you suck in a steadying breath, trying to recompose yourself. “What happened to your hair?”

❋ But he doesn’t really need you to explain; he’s a Fae, more sensitive to magic than others, and he can sense the traces of powerful magic, still lingering on you even now. "A lion’s magic has its claws in you still," he murmurs, almost to himself. He doesn’t mention Leona by name, but something in his gaze darkens, almost protective.

❋ But you tell him anyway, explaining that you had to cut your hair to even it out, and it’s the first time you’ve said it aloud. Even though you try to keep your tone light, there’s a pang in your voice you can’t hide, and Malleus listens with the intensity of someone who understands loss.

❋ Gently, he reaches out to touch the jagged edges of your hair, his face softening into a smile. “You look beautiful regardless, Child of Man.”

❋ And your heart skips a beat at his words.

[zuzu-fairys-tail]

Fairy Tail Character Bases 2

The last one was well received so here's some more

It's only the girls here coz I thought they fit more.

Juvia made some joke about Natsu to tease Lucy and Cana's laughing at Lucy's embarrassment and Levy couldn't resist either.

Erza's trying to understand the game and innocent Wendy's as innocent as ever and Mira is disappointed that Lucy is still in denial.

It was supposed to be Erza and Natsu instead of Lucy and Juvia but I thought It seems more like Juvia. Also I already made smth like this with Erza and Nasu last time.

Lucy shouldn't have sat next to Gray.

I was going to make Natsu Gray and Erza here but I felt as if Lucy and Juvia would be better.

The one in the middle could have been any of the dragon slayers really. Also i originally made Juvia Wendy but then realized that she also has motion sickness...

This one was so hard to figure out lol but I think i did fine.

I feel as if Elfman and Lisanna would have been better as Laxus and Freid but I wanted to include all the Strauss siblings and Laxus is the only on who uses headphones so yeah.

Don't worry about Cana. She's just low on alcohol.

Makarov is tired of being in a wheelchair the whole time and has decided to do flips and Lucy should probably worry more about him.

speaking of Natsu, Erza ties him up but he found some fire to regain energy.

Also I was running out of characters so I added Romeo cuz he's super underrated.

Also Gray is a skateboarder.

Also Juvia was supposed to be Cana but I couldn't figure out how to draw her hair without it looking weird. Juvia has a hat so it was easier.

Elfman's being manly, as usual and Wendy is being the only sane person, as usual.

[eldritch-spouse]

Wanted to hop on the fan art band wagon. Ignore the wonky anatomy, I'm still trying to figure out how to draw men.

Besides the point, Vespar is by far my favorite. Closely followed by Santi, Grimbly, Breg, Lacai, Obie and Berle(I'm starting to see a pattern here 👀) I honestly wouldn't mind getting kidnapped by these freaks(affectionately)

Spooked? Yeah. But it'll only be temporarily 🤷‍♀️

Anyways, love your work!! Stay golden! ✨

Hubba bubba them titties. Thenk you! :7

Your artstyle makes him look so jovial, I love it. There's nothing wrong with that pattern. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Glad you like them and that you're having fun here! :]

[smilesatdawnmain]

ETERNAL LMK AU (Part 3) (Interactive Story)

A little violence never hurts right? Well, violence was picked, and violence we shall have!

The rules are simple.: I will give the written passage, and then at the bottom there will be a vote on how the characters act next!

Story: Eternal

Ships: Shadowpeach

Angst: You betcha

Fluff: With enough choices, maybe we'll get there.

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The weight of Wukong's cold indifference felt crushing, driving him to the brink of madness. In a blind rage, he unleashes a primal scream and charged forward like a raging bull, his fists clenched tight enough to draw blood- if there was any to draw from.

He would have focused on this if he wasn’t so blinded with fury. Nothing would stop him from breaking through Wukong's impenetrable wall of apathy. The urge to draw pain from the other, to make Wukong see him, was too powerful to contain. Macaque felt the air whistle past him as he lunged, wrath propelling him like a storm flinging debris. “You think you can just ignore me?!”

The King remained still, a statue carved from granite, seemingly unfazed by the tempest boiling behind Macaque's eyes. “WUKONG!” Instead of connecting to soft flesh and silky fur as he expected to, Macaque was falling forward.

Straight through his mate, like he was nothing more than illusion.

Macaque’s screech cut into a gasp, arching out as he landed roughly.

The ground beneath Macaque's fist sent sharp pain shooting up his arm, the first real sensation he felt he had since awakening.

He recoiled, confusion washing over him like the waterfall he had just fled. In that moment of contact with solid earth, he felt a resonance, a pulse that spread through his veins. It was as if he was struck by thunder, held perfectly still in fear it would end him there and then. All with his eyes locked upward to the Monkey that was now behind him, eyes closed and at ease.

His entire body had phased through Wukong like it wasn’t even there.

Panic surged in Macaque’s chest, his breath coming in sharp, frantic wheezes. He pulled his fist back and scrambled to his feet, feeling the tremor of the earth beneath him still resonating with the energy he had barely comprehended. Wukong remained unyielding, unbothered by Macaque's conflicting turmoil as though he floated on a different plane than the one Macaque was trapped in.

Macaque blinked hard, trying to focus through the blurriness that had returned to his vision, the world around him shifting slightly like a mirage. The mountain peak seemed to shift, oscillate between reality and a fake copy.

Then it settled and he was left beside Wukong, watching him meditate.

“Poor fella. You hate to see it happen.” 

The voice floated around him, smooth and teasing like silk stretching over steel. Macaque’s heart lurched as he spun to find a third figure materializing from the shadows— an unfamiliar silhouette with wicked eyes glimmering with humor.

A second figure joined the first, “Unaware. So confused.” dressed in billowing black, the robes held a hood that shrouded their faces, small grins gleaming underneath.

Macaque tensed and turned, angling himself to the sound of the voices. Wukong, the ever unmoving rock within is quiet contemplation, didn’t stir to the sound. Only Macaque seemed aware of the presence of two strangers, eyeing them as they emerged from the trees. 

“Who are you?” Macaque lifted his hand to summon his staff. When it didn’t form between his fingers, he paled, staring at his own feet. Where once there was a shadow, always present and attached, there was nothing. 

He was nothing. 

It was like he didn’t even exist. 

The sheer alarm he felt coiled in his chest, making him stumble back in hopes of seeing his shadow- that it was just a trick of the light. There was nothing- no darkness or semblance of anything below his feet. 

The voices seemed to chuckle at his display, “It’s always pitiful to see someone come to terms with it.”

Macaque shot his head up, “What?” He hissed. 

“Such a shame,” one of the figures said, stepping forward with an exaggerated sway, “to find yourself so utterly lost. No shadow to guide you home, no tether to pull you back.” Their voice dripped with mock sympathy that curled around Macaque’s fraying sanity.

“Who… What do you want?” Macaque’s voice trembled, a feeble attempt to mask the quaking in his chest.

The second figure slinked closer, their mere presence cold enough to snuff out the warmth around them. “Took quite some time to get you to surface, Liu’er Mihou.” they tsked, shaking their heads.

“You know my name?” he croaked. The figures loomed closer, shrouded in their gauzy cloaks, flickering like shadows caught in a flame. "

"Of course, we know your name," the first figure purred, their voice curling around Macaque like a vine ready to strangle. "In the undercurrents of despair, whispers travel further than the wind. They are... persistent, much like you."

Macaque couldn’t shake the sensation of being scrutinized, dissected for their amusement. “Why have you come here?” The words came out more defiantly than he felt within. His eyes flickered to Wukong. Was he so against even speaking to him that he was willing to ignore even this? It made his chest ache…

The second figure chuckled softly, "Why? To guide you, of course." They extended a pale hand towards Macaque, fingers twisting and curling as if weaving a grand tapestry only they could see.

“Guide me?” Macaque spat, “I need no guidance from you two.”

They glance at each other, then giggle. “All souls need a hand or two when venturing to the Diyu.”

Macaque recoiled at the mention of Diyu—the realm of the dead. He felt the ground shift beneath him again as if the very earth was pulling away from him. “The Diyu?” he whispered in disbelief. "The only people who go there are those who are-” he cut off, a cold dread bubbling in his stomach. No…

The figures smiled, tilting their heads, “Dead?”

Bone chilling cold was a sensation he wasn’t pleased to feel. “I’m not-!” It was then that he remembered. Or perhaps, he had always remembered, he had just denied it. The crunch of his skull, the wail of Wukong- the cold.

The unbearable cold.

His hand lifted to his chest, clutching the fabric there to feel his unbeating heart. Unseen, unheard, no longer a presence for a shadow to latch to in this world.

"I died," he whispered.

They nodded, eerily in unison as they stared at him. “Quite some time ago, actually.”

Macaque swallowed hard, “H-How- How long?”

”By this time, years. Perhaps 10..? 20?” They stare around, ears flickering curiously. , "We would have collected your soul a while ago but you sure were stuck.” 

“S-stuck?”

”You soul had latched so tightly, we had to wait until you drew yourself from it." They held out their fingers to point 

Macaque glanced at where their boney fingers pointed; Wukong's staff that rested to the side of him. 

His visibly recoiled. His soul had latched to that horrendous thing of all things?

”Sometimes souls can get stuck. Perhaps to the weapon that killed them, or a mythical object within their vicinity when they pass. We’ve seen a lot of different reasons.”

With buzzing thoughts and an aching chest, Macaque slowly sunk into a crouch, clutching his head. He edged a tad bit away from Wukong- from his staff.

He had killed him.

His mate had killed him.

"And now that you’re free," the first figure drawled, "we can finally help you transcend this state. No more binding threads, Macaque. No more ties to this realm." The gleam in their hollow eyes sparked with a hunger that made his skin crawl. “It’s time to come with us,” they held their hands out again.

Previous part

[leoruby-draws]

Decided to post some art of Lori Zechlin, aka Black Alice!

She's the magic member of the lil Outlaws and probably their most mischievous member. She just likes having fun, its not her fault nobody else sees how funny she is! She's kinda the baby of the group (she's the youngest member btw) so she gets a little leeway but sometimes the team lose their patience with her.

Due to her extremely impish nature, the other kids sometimes consider her to be a bit of a brat. But they can't deny how OP her powers can be (when it works tho, lol). Her powers, by the way, to steal the magic from other magical users. For only a short time, and sometimes she picks up the wrong magic accidently, she's still new to all this!

Her story is a bit different to canon tho some similarities remain. One day her powers start to appear, Lori starts to have fun with all the random powers she gets. All the trouble she causes grabs the attention of the newly formed Birds of Prey, and so Barbara takes her under her wing. To try to help Lori with her magic (maybe she tries to find magic mentors for her) and protect her, as some bad people have taken notice of someone siphoning the magical powers of others for short bursts of time.

I'm not sure if Lori's mother is already dead, or if I should have her die at some point. I probably should, since her death is an important part of Lori's character.

Its possible Barbara asked Jason if she could join his group of friends, so that Lori won't feel too lonely. Also Lori is kinda exhausting to deal with, what with all her pranks and magical induced chaos. Jason felt that he and Lori were pretty similar in a lot of ways, he identified real hard with her backstory. So he invites her to the team, plus he finds her pranks funny as hell (unless they involved him ofc lol).

Of the team she probably gets along best with Eddie, Courtney, and Owen, Gillian and Jason find her funny as well. Rose and Toni finds her annoying, one of the few things they agree on.

Here's some drawings of Lori causing trouble all over the DC universe!

She's such a trouble maker! Barbara has a hard time trying to smooth relations with all the magic users.

Here's her hanging out a younger Night Force, maybe this is a sorta club made to help young magicians control their powers. Lori btw is stealing Tim Hunter's powers atm. Might be too early for Eddie to join, since his powers haven't come in but I wanted him to have 'fun' here too!

Here's Barbara being completely done with all this, looks like Zinda is having some fun with all this. Btw, I'm not sure if I'm keeping the plotpoint of Lori and Charlotte being secret sisters, that felt really random and I'm not sure is even compatible with their backstories? Imma just ignore that, they still find each other annoying tho!

Here's a little bonus doodle of Lori causing a bit of chaos, Rose and Jason are shocked!!

Anyways, hope you liked all that!

BUT WAIT!!! Here's a little bonus bonus doodle, an unfinished comic:

How Jason meets Lori! Its unfinished since I'm having trouble with figuring out what comes next, but when I do figure it out, I'll give it its own post.

Ok now I'm done haha!

[eddiegettingshot]

i really think tim is just trying to make everyone forget how eddie ended up in this situation by never getting into it. it is so frustrating watching eddie be so alone in this w no emotional support or understanding or opportunity to actually talk about what happened bc tim wrote himself into a hole by banking a huge emotional crisis for eddie on a plot more ludicrous than buck's cowboy curse. i understand the impulse behind wanting to forget the vertigo reenactment happened but i don't even think you need to get into plot specifics to allow eddie some meaningful interactions related to his plot. henren just went through their family being split up, madney went through it in s5, bathena are currently separated from their kids, bobby lost his children... there are so many easy parallels to draw! esp w maddie imo. i'm reserving my full judgement until e6 but if they continue w letting eddie's assertions that everything is all his fault go unchallenged i will be so pissed. and ofc the worst aspect of all of this, imo, is that nothing they seemed to want to achieve by getting chris out of the picture has been achieved. all this season has done is reassert how integral being a father is to eddie when we were supposed to be seeing him figure out who he is outside of that. i also still don't feel like any shannon issues were actually put to rest which makes it even more irritating.

i soooo agree with all of this. yeah lmao. like i do not think we’re in this place because tim thinks the vertigo plot is fine i think it’s pretty obvious that he does NOT think that and just doesn’t want to deal with it meaningfully because We Don’t Talk About Season 7. which is frustrating

[linksconnected]

THE REFERENCE IS HERE BOYS (after 6 months, literally)

So, going from left to right, Green, Red, Blue, Vio. Nicknames to be decided.

You'll never see so much detail on Blue's tunic btw, no way I'm drawing that again

Rambling under the cut

Okay so, after the adventure the four Links split up (less literally) and went to find what they actually wanted to do for the rest of their lives. Green ended up pursuing his job as a knight, and has been the one to stay the closest to Zelda, often coming over for "sleepovers" (just sleeping over in the castle) he's gotten quite good with a sword, tho that means he's lost other abilities with other weapons. He is dangerous with a bow in his hands, and will kill someone on his side by accident. He's gotten a copy of the four sword, as to not break the original. It doesn't feel as good as the original, but it's all he's got.

Blue decided to keep traveling, having gained a liking to it during their adventure. He's a little like a missionary (I think that's what it's called?) making a living by killing monsters and animals for money. He refuses to kill people, drawing his line there. If they want someone gone, they can contact the knights of Hyrule.

He's gotten quite good at a bunch of weapons! His favorite at the moment being a spear, which he also uses as a walking stick when going long distances (which is always) it's a nice job, keeps him from having to interact with too many people, even if he's like to, he's never been good at it.. too quick to anger, it seemed

Red and magic cannot live without each other. They've learned how to cook and bake, but they've learned in.. untraditional ways. It's only been a year since they've stopped burning their hands every time they tried making bread. But they're quite skilled once they figure out the fire part! Blue often takes some of their food when passing by their house, and at this point Red's cooking is the only healthy thing Vio remembers to eat, so it's working out!

Red is loved by basically everyone in the town, and after getting money to buy a house and start cooking, they've quickly learned that people would just- trade them supplies! A pie for fresh vegetables, or some soup for new clothes. They've found it to be less stressful than working for money

they don't live together anymore, tho Blue doesn't have a stable house, and therefore has his own room in Red's house, which is mostly empty almost all of the time.

Vio had spent months researching how to bring Shadow back, and after resurrecting them through...not so legal methods, the gremlin is back! They live with Vio, and often visit Zelda to play ye olde monopoly. They're still a bit of an ass, but everyone is trying to fix that, it ain't working. They don't mind behind an asshole! They found a cat yesterday, vioooo can they keep it??? Vio's spent some time at school, wanting to learn more than they already did, now that they've finished, they find most of their info in books, being a regular at the library. They're still closed off, but make some effort to try and smile at people, it looks.. awkward, but they're trying. They desperately need sunlight. Shadow goes more outside than them! Apart from going to the library, Vio doesn't leave the house much, Blue or Shadow have to physically drag them out for them to go anywhere else. Which did result in Red calling them a vampire. Shadow has clearly affected their personality, but it's shown more when they're with it, since they're a lot more open, all smirks and snarky comments, it's a side not a lot of people like, but that's shown often (since Shadow's always clinging to them)

Shadow has changed quite a bit since their original journey, and has learned about food, commonly stealing Red's freshly baked goods. They don't have a sweet tooth, instead opting for sour things, like lemons (heh) or any sour candy the nice grandma living near will give them. Vio is actually the one with the sweet tooth, often seen eating chocolate or Red's cupcakes. They've shared their love of cheesecakes with Shadow once and now it's the only thing the imp will buy them.. take a break gods, pomegranates are also pricey but appreciated

Vio: 5`4

[littlewrensx]

@spiritusmuses you don't even have to respond to this but I wanted to write Wren and Tanya making up. Or we can write the baby shower off of this.

Wren glanced over at Tanya as they frosted cupcakes together for the party. She’d been wanting to bring something up all day but couldn’t quite find the right words. Guilt had been nagging at her, knowing they hadn’t talked much about the baby, and Archer’s visit to speak with her and Calvin only made it worse. Thinking back to her own last pregnancy, she couldn't imagine surviving the kind of experience Tanya had been through.

“How’s the baby?” Wren finally asked Tanya, breaking what felt like an eternity of silence. Tanya shrugged, keeping her focus on the cupcake. “He’s fine,” she replied simply. Wren let out a soft sigh and set her cupcake down. “Tan…” she said gently, drawing Tanya’s attention. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we haven’t been on good terms since Archer’s overdose. Calvin and I took sides when we shouldn’t have, and we both feel terrible. We’re not mad at you. I just wish I’d been a better friend—you deserved better.” Her apology hung in the air, and Tanya gave her a small smile, eyes welling up with tears.

“It’s been so hard,” Tanya admitted, her voice trembling. “I feel like I’ve been so alone in all of this. Archer and I talk about it now, but it’s still not the same.” She swallowed, her emotions spilling over. “I know I messed up, and I probably don’t deserve anything, but I just wish I could have celebrated this last pregnancy. No one wants to talk about it with me. Archer’s mom won’t even speak to me. She blames me for her son almost dying, and she’s right—it is my fault. But she’s the only mom I have left, and she won’t even answer my texts.” The words kept flowing, as if a dam had broken. “And I don’t even know where we’re going to put the baby. I want to move because I still can’t use our bathroom without wincing, but buying a house right now would be insane. I have all these dreams of a nursery for him, and I can’t make any of them happen. I don’t even have his name picked out. I want to name him Everett, but I don’t think Archer would like that name.” Tanya’s voice cracked. “I’m freaking out. Every time I try talking to my husband, he just says we’ll figure it out, but we don’t have time.” Her hand drifted to her belly, her anxiety palpable as she neared her last trimester.

Wren felt a deep sadness hearing how much Tanya had been struggling and regretted not being there for her sooner. But she was grateful Tanya had finally opened up. “Okay, let’s break this down,” Wren said gently. “First, Archer’s mom will come around. She’s going to want to see her new grandbaby. And you guys had Izzy in your room when she was first born, right? You can do that again, and it’ll buy you a couple of months.” She offered a small smile, hoping to reassure Tanya. “And Archer? He’s thrilled to have a son. Don’t keep things to yourself anymore. You don’t need his permission to talk about the baby—he’s just as much yours as he is his. Celebrate this last trimester, talk about your baby as much as you want.” Wren’s eyes softened. “I love you, Tanya. We all do. You’re not alone in this, and we’d never let you be.” She hid the knowledge of the surprise baby shower they were planning, hoping it would make Tanya feel even more supported.

[safficranger]

Fake Scenarios In My Head #32

Casey gave herself one last look in the mirror, feeling a mix of confidence and nerves as she adjusted her posture and smoothed the perfectly tailored suit. The jacket hugged her shoulders just right, and the crisp white shirt underneath made everything pop more than she’d expected. But the tie—well, that was another story. She had fussed with it endlessly, turning and adjusting it, but somehow it still hung a bit crooked. With a frustrated sigh, she was about to leave it as it was when she felt a gentle touch on her back and the familiar warmth of Alex beside her.

Her gaze lingered on Casey’s reflection for a long moment, and a small smile crept across her lips as she took in the sight of her usually laid-back girlfriend looking slightly—and very charmingly—out of her element.

“You really went all out tonight, didn’t you?” she teased. Her tone was playful, but there was an edge of warmth to it, a look in her eyes that told Casey she liked what she saw.

Casey gave a small, self-conscious smile. “I figured… why not mix it up a bit? Try something new. What do you think?” She met her gaze in the mirror, a hint of nerves in her expression.

“It looks good on you,” she murmured, her voice softer, a note of something deeper threading through her words. “Very… compelling.”

She stepped in close, her hand resting softly on her girlfriend’s shoulder before she moved between her and the mirror. She gently brushed Casey’s fingers away from the tie. “Let me,” Alex murmured, her eyes focused as she undid the knot Casey had tried to make, carefully straightening the fabric. Casey’s heart skipped a beat at the calm assurance of Alex’s hands, the way she adjusted the ends with such precise, practiced movements.

Casey could barely breathe as Alex finished the knot, concentrating in a way that made her cheeks flush. Once the tie was perfectly centered, Alex gave a small tug, then smoothed it down with her hand, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary before she looked up, a sweet smile on her lips.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Casey asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with curiosity and something more.

A hint of nostalgia softened Alex’s features, and she smiled, her fingers still absently tracing the tie’s edges. “I used to watch my mother fix my father’s tie every morning before he left for work,” she said quietly, her gaze dropping to her hands. “She would do this exact thing—adjust it, make sure it was perfect, then give him a little kiss before he went out the door.” She looked up, her eyes meeting Casey’s, a gentle warmth in her gaze. “It’s one of my favorite memories of them together. It always felt like… an unspoken promise.”

“I think I like this tie thing, then,” she murmured, her lips curving into a soft smile.

Alex’s eyes gleamed with something mischievous, her hand tugging gently on the tie, pulling Casey just a bit closer so that their faces were inches apart. “Oh, I think I like it too,” Alex replied, her voice low and teasing. Her gaze trailed down, taking in the way the tie framed Casey’s collar, the slight flush in her cheeks. She let her hand wander slowly down to the end of the tie, fingers curling around the fabric, giving it a playful tug.

Casey raised an eyebrow, catching the glint in Alex’s eyes. “Something on your mind, Counselor?”

“Plenty,” Alex said, her tone both sultry and amused. “And all of them involve this.” She gave the tie another light pull, drawing Casey so close she could feel the warmth of her breath.

Casey’s breath hitched as another shiver ran down her spine. She held Alex’s gaze, and it was clear just how much this new look affected her. “You know,” she murmured, “I think this tie might come in handy later on tonight.”

Alex’s laugh was warm as she gave the tie one last, lingering tug before she finally let it go, stepping back to admire the full effect. The playful glint in her eyes deepened as she flashed Casey a flirtatious smile, her expression a mix of admiration and desire. “And yes,” she replied, her voice laced with promise, “that tie is definitely going to come in handy later.”

[crimsononiarataki]

"Feel free too,"

He didn't mind the other looking around, the cabin wasn't too large and the décor wasn't set in stone yet, but the Oni spent more time at the Gang's Headquarters than in the cabin. He was still trying to figure out what the hang on some of the walls. He might talk to Ogura Mio about commissioning a few silk scrolls for him to 'paint' himself, likely various sayings and some local sights he liked. Maybe a sunset or sunrise over the sea. He wasn't decided yet.

"Oh, that? Yeah, I do it from time to time. I dunno if I'm any good though."

He didn't mind Yuji flipping through the sketchbook, it was the most recent one the Yokai had picked up, so there were only a few dozen sketches within the pages so far. A few were times he was with Yuji, though they were of Yuji himself, and not the one drawing. Ayato had told him at one point he was very good at capturing emotion in his drawings, but he wasn't sure how true that was. Some of them were full drawings, too, in color even.

After a few more minutes pass, he'd enter the common room with a plate piled high with Taiyaki on it, still steaming, he even went as far as to add little dipping cups of chocolate or sunsettia jelly he made for both of them. Atop the bamboo tray, which was handmade would also be a pot of tea, and two cups for them to enjoy a drink with their snacks.

"Here we go, some sunsettia jelly filled, and some chocolate filled Taiyaki."

"Mhm! I will! I'll take a look around!" Yuji hums with a wide smile, releasing his boyfriend's hand, allowing him to go do his thing(Even though Yuji didn't want to let go...) The swordsman turns to look around, walking over to the drawings as he eyes them, staring in awe.

"Wow...I had no idea you can draw, Itto." Yuji hums in surprise but gleams over them, his smile growing again, gently picking up the sketchbook, carefully with handling it as he didn't want to ruin such beautiful art. He wasn't really an artist or an expert about art, but he does have high respect for those that do art! Itto especially since now, even with them dating. "They're all beautiful." He hums in a sweet tone.

Hearing the mention of him making both as well other sweets made Yuji get excited, humming happily while he looks back, blushing gently at his sweetness. "Sounds great!" He chuckles. He knows they need to eat solid foods soon...but a little snack wouldn't hurt first.

[theambitiouswoman]

I met this guy and we kissed each other, after some weeks trying to catch up again before a night date he tells me that he’s living a hard period because he just broke up with his ex. He opened up to me telling me how he is feeling, telling me that he doesn’t miss her but needs to find peace again because even if you are the person who end the relationship is difficult. He is ok with seeing me but he said he prefers not with the intention of dating. How should I act now? I would really like to know him more to understand if i really like him or is just physical attraction. He’s not texting me now so i don’t really know how to act….

Since he’s been clear about not wanting to date seriously right now, it might be best to set some emotional boundaries to protect yourself. In my humble opinion, I think you should remove yourself from the situation and not settle for crumbs. Especially when the guy told you he can’t be with you. You are putting yourself in a situation to be used and hurt, even if they don’t do it intentionally. Quite honestly, you deserve more. People going through a recent breakup can often be emotionally unavailable, which can make it hard for them to fully invest in something new. If you find yourself already getting attached, it’s wise to remind yourself of his situation and take a step back.

You can still keep things friendly and light if you’d like, but try not to invest too much of yourself emotionally until he’s genuinely ready. This way, you’re giving him the space he needs to heal while protecting your own feelings. Plus, if he eventually feels ready for something more, you’ll be able to approach it from a healthy place.

It’s great that you want to figure out why you feel the way you do—it shows real self-awareness and a willingness to grow. Getting curious about your feelings can give you so much clarity. Sometimes, it helps to ask yourself questions like: What exactly draws me to this person? Is it excitement, comfort, familiarity, or maybe something else? Asking yourself these questions can reveal if you’re genuinely interested in who they are or if you’re attracted to certain qualities or dynamics.

Taking the time to understand your feelings can help you avoid rushing into something that might not be fulfilling in the long run. Give yourself space to figure out what you truly want, without feeling pressured by the situation. And as always, do not try to force or carry a connection with another person! What is for you will FLOW