#whimsy's fics for art

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Sunshine

Pairings: Thuringwethil/Arien

Themes: Soft

AU: Punk AU

Warnings: Some coarse language, but that's about it.

Word count: 700+words

Summary: After rehearsals Thuringwethil spends a quiet moment with Arien.

A/n 1: This was inspired by the white dress art by @junk-whunk-punk

A/n 2: Punk AU Arien HCs will be up the same time tomorrow

Minors DNI

“That’s a night, folks.” Mairon stepped away from the mic and rolled his head from side to side, stretching the muscles in his neck. It had been a long night, and he was worn out from the incessant rehearsing, just like the others. Nevertheless, he made peace with such exhaustion. The concert was but two days away, and they couldn't afford any mistakes. “Get yourselves something to eat in the dressing room, and then we’ll all head back to the hotel.”

“Fucking finally,” Thuringwethil said. She sighed, relieved that rehearsals were over for the night, but she smiled, removed her guitar, and gave it to an assistant passing by to take. "Will you look at all of that," she said at length. "In two days, we’ll be lucky if we can see the walls right at the back." 

Mairon turned to look at the wide open field ahead of him and the high, distant walls illuminated by bright white stadium lights. The arena could easily hold thirty thousand people, they were told. It was something neither he nor anyone in the band, for that matter, could have comprehended the first time they got together to play. Once, they considered themselves fortunate if they could convince even fifty to come to watch them play. Now, they were performing in sold-out arenas packed with screaming fans. Their dreams of greater fame and glory were finally coming true.

“Fuck me,” Mairon said, overawed. Then he looked at Thuringwethil and said, “Let’s go. We're all tired and hungry, and Arien is probably bored to tears by having to wait for us." 

“Arien isn’t bored to tears,” Thuringwethil said. She rolled her eyes. “She brought a book with her to read.”

Mairon opened his mouth to tease, but then he thought not to. Thuringwethil would have plenty to say if he uttered a joke at her or Arien's expense, and none of it would be kind. And, he admitted to himself, he didn't wish to ruin what had been a successful night by making his lead guitarist angry.

“Go on,” he said instead. “We’ll catch up.”

The well-lit inner corridors of the arena seemed to go on forever in Thuringwethil’s eyes. And yet she didn't mind them. After the concert, she could commit this arena and its many corridors to memory, where they rightfully belonged. 

It didn't take too long for her to reach the private dressing room set aside for them. This was also an immense change from the dark and musty little rooms they had to be content with when they first began to play. As soon as she entered, a little reception room greeted her. This was where they would meet eager fans, sign autographs, and take pictures. A low sofa of rich brown leather stretched from one corner of the wall to the other, and a glass coffee table stood in the center. To her right stood a vending machine filled with snacks and sweets, and to her left was the door leading to another room. Thuringwethil didn’t waste another moment. She crossed over to the door and opened it.

“There you are, sunshine,” she said, peering into the room.

Arien looked up from her book and smiled. “All finished for the night?”

“Yes, finally,” Thuringwethil said, walking to the fridge. "How’s the book?" she added after pulling out a can of beer and popping it open. "Is it any good?"

Arien marked where she stopped reading with a bookmark and said, “Quite riveting, actually. I’m glad my dad found this in that bookstore he walked into.”

Thuringwethil looked at her. Arien may have worn a simple white dress along with her favorite pair of earrings, but nothing could hide what Mairon once called the Air of Old Money in her. Graceful and well-groomed she would always be, whether she wore a ball gown or a sweater and ripped jeans.

“What the hell sent you here to me?” She murmured with affection. Arien could have had anyone she desired, yet she chose Thuringwethil, paying little heed to the many objections that came her way.

Arien set her book down beside her. She kicked off her shoes and curled up on the sofa, tucking her feet beneath her body. Presently, she said, “I don’t know. But for myself, I will not question my luck. Are you?”

“No way am I doing it, sunshine.” Thuringwethil drained her beer and tossed the can into the little bin by the fridge. She went to the sofa to rest her head on Arien's lap. “Read some of that book to me,” she said, closing her eyes and sighing softly when Arien brushed her hand over her hair. “We can eat when the others get here.”

tags: @cilil

[sforzesco]

"Since you've named yourself after Julius fucking Caesar, perhaps I'll follow in your lead and choose one of the conspirators." "Interesting," says Giuliano. "Should I worry about finding you at the center of some kind of conspiracy that ends with my death?" "Not from me," replies Ascanio. He sounds tired. "Not anymore."

informally, some kind of. conversational follow up to the last comic. I'm trying to get the atmospheric conversational whimsy out of my system because I have a vision of the vatican as a body in active decay, a point of infection spreading out and poisoning the well, a jaw unhinged that people walk into over and over, and I am so close to figure out how to convey this visually. maybe.

[kat1nkulta]

//ISAT full game spoilers

My turn to finally draw Ghostlight!! After yelling about it for a week straight, not sorry🥳 ( @ghostlightfic )

Reread it recently and the dress hasn’t left my mind- not sure why but I had a vivid image of a red flower dress like this, which would clash with their starty sky look (but in a way I like + its fiiiine ISAT has no color!!)

I’ve seen many wonderful Loops in dresses gahh I love them all we should make more loop dresses actually oh also dont look at the anatomy too hard I’ve been in a slump😔🤲

Some design stuff below the cut for brevity

Ok so

Dress idea, I owned a dress like this as a kid but with a strawberry pattern? It was very cute and probably why this design popped in my head but sleeveless😔 I do remember hating the fabric feel though

Second: Pose struggles!! I’m sad i didnt get to show off the bow but also, wouldve been hard to draw so it’s better this way

Close up of the losers (+ rly quick spoiler free edit) that’s all thanks!!

[bun-fish]

warning: This behavior is dangerous and these are silly billy boys who are willing to fight God, please do not imitate.

This is how that scene in chapter one went right

Crack movie poster version below:

that was fun

(Please go read Things That bleed, it’s so packed with beautifully written action and tension and anticipation and I will stop the consonance now but just, go check it out!! You can find it on the chapter one link up there, or at the fic blog itself, @thingsthatbleedfic )

[arsenicflame]

steddyhands modern au inspired by this post:

(1828 words, themes of kink but nothing explicit, established blackhands & gentlebeard-centric. Happy Pride!)

Stede picks up leatherworking in the wake of his divorce. He's not exactly sure how it ended up being such an important hobby for him, only that he had always admired the intricate designs on his horse's best bridles, and with little else to do with his time, he decides to give it a go.

It's rocky going at first, but he's having fun working with his hands for the first time in his life, and there's a sense of satisfaction in seeing the design come to life as he works. With practice, his skills improve, and he learns how to make things that are truly one of a kind.

He starts off posting his pieces online, as a way to reach fellow enthusiasts, but quickly finds himself with a rather large audience. Stede’s style is unique, and, after many requests from his followers, Lucius encourages him to make some more basic pieces he can sell. It's not about making money for Stede, but another way to meet new people who share his interests- as Lucius keeps telling him, it's sad that his personal assistant is the main person he talks to these days. 

So Stede sets out on a new adventure, and has quite the time designing a new range of patterns for the market. He makes purses, belts, bracelets, and, most importantly, dog collars- all still with his unique designs embossed into them, of course. He rents a booth at his towns monthly craft fair, and very quickly finds himself with a new group of friends in the other regulars- Pete, his usual neighbour, who sells an array of wooden figures he carves, Roach, who runs a stand for his bakery, and Frenchie, who isn't actually a stallholder, but is almost always busking near his friend Wee John’s stand of knitted goods, bringing life to the market even in the pouring rain. There's also Buttons, another regular at the market. Nobody is exactly sure what he does there- he doesn't sell things, or seem to buy anything either, but rain or shine, he's there with the birds.

Stede’s been doing this a few months by the time June rolls around. As he's setting up his stand, he notices that the area is much busier than it’d normally be at this time of morning. Lucius, who got roped into helping run Stede’s stall somewhere down the line (despite his protests that this is not what personal assistant means… But hey, he got a boyfriend out of it, at least), reminds him that there's the parade today, too- not realising that Stede had no clue there was a parade today, and especially not that it was pride. Stede immediately jumps to fretting about the amount of stock he’s brought, and Lucius takes the cue to escape, saying he’ll go and grab them coffee (but really, he's off to flirt with Pete)

Lucius is still missing when Ed stumbles across the little leather stall. Stede’s just ran back to his car to fetch his last boxes of inventory, and by the time he returns, Ed’s already begun to narrow down his choices. Stede greets him, starting to tell him that they're not actually open yet, but before he gets more than a couple of words out, Ed’s exclaiming “You're a Kiwi!!!”

The two of them smile at the shared recognition, and Stede says he’ll make an exception, just for Ed, and asks him what exactly he was interested in. Ed tells him that he's looking for a collar “for his boy”, and points out the particular design he was looking at. It happens to be one of Stede’s favourites from this latest run of work, a fact he mentions to Ed. It leads them into a discussion about Stede’s craft, and Ed’s Izzy, and then everything in between. Ed’s listening intently to the things Stede’s telling him, completely drawn in by the process, and by Stede himself. He watches as Stede stamps Izzy's name into the collar, and Stede even lets him have a go at one of the stamps. 

Lucius reappears sometime in the middle of this- only to immediately retreat again, seeing Stede engrossed with Ed. He sets up camp at Pete's booth opposite, watching this man flirt intensely with his boss- and Stede flirt back just as hard. Does Stede even realise he’s doing it? Lucius had known Stede was gay since before Stede even admitted it to himself, but this is on a whole other level.

The pair stand there so long that Izzy comes to look for Ed- the two of them are manning a float on the parade with their crew, and it's past time for them to get geared up. He's already worked up, frustrated to have been left to set up everything alone, when Ed had just gone to see if he could get them both coffee. So maybe he's a bit of a prick, approaching with a brash “where the fuck have you been, Edward”, to which Stede brings the same energy, giving a bitchy “Ed! Do you know this guy?” Izzy tenses, ready to snap, but then Ed cuts in, excitedly telling Stede that this is “his Izzy!” Which confuses the hell out of Stede. 

Forgetting his earlier attitude, he asks Ed if he “really named his dog after his friend”, only to be met with confusion right back from Ed at where the hell Stede got the idea he had a dog from. Stede gestures at the bag with the collar in it, to which Ed has to tell him, “oh, no, that's for him.” Ed tells Stede that they're here to run a float for their local leather society, and while Stede is certainly shocked by what Ed’s saying, he's not finding himself… uninterested. It's simply that he’s never even considered any of this before, especially not that people would use the things that he made for this, but Ed sounds so enthusiastic about it all. He tells him about how his friends would love to see Stede’s work, about how classic leather gear is always so fucking boring- but not Stede’s stuff, no, Stede’s stuff is “fresh” and “fascinating” and unlike anything Ed’s ever seen before. 

Ed's enthusiasm is incredibly infectious, so when he invites Stede to come back to see their float, he readily agrees. It’s a concept Izzy’s less than enthusiastic about. He doesn’t really want to bring this man who’s dressed like he just walked out of a HOA board meeting to their kinky little corner of the world, but he is having a lot of fun watching Stede squirm, so decides not to raise a protest. He does demand he gets his long-overdue coffee first, though (Stede pays for it- as “compensation for him distracting Ed from his job”, he says, not giving Izzy a second to process before he's tapping his card)

By the time they return to the float, Fang, Ivan & Jim are waiting for them, all already geared up. Stede is stunned silent at the sight for about 5 seconds, before he starts actually looking at the quality of Jim’s harness, and proceeds to go off about the poor quality of the craftsmanship, about how the hardware is tacky and completely the wrong choice with this leather, how his “ten year old daughter could do a better job!!!” 

There's complete silence from the group, until Izzy, of all people, bursts into laughter at Stede’s audacity (and, the fact he was staring at Jim's tits completely unabashedly, like he hadn't even noticed them in the first place). Izzy's laughter sets Ed off as he tells the group about Stede’s misunderstanding- “you didn't say he was a person!” “I mean, he's my dog”- and soon everyone's having a friendly giggle at Stede’s mistake.

It's somewhere in the middle of the retelling that Ed remembers that this whole thing happened because he was buying Izzy a gift. After a moments fumbling, he presents Izzy with the collar-  It's a rich, deep black, embossed with a rolling pattern that resembles waves. It’s made from a firm enough leather to take the tooling, and to remind Izzy that he’s owned while he’s wearing it, yet still soft enough for long term comfort. Izzy's eyes immediately lock on to it, an unreadable expression coming over his face, and Ed turns it; first so he can really see the design and Izzy’s name embossed into it, and then so he can see the small “Ed ♥” on the inside of the collar, right over his swallow tattoo. 

“I did the heart,” Ed says to him softly, intended only for Izzy’s ears. Izzy's eyes flick up to Ed’s, and he raises his chin to give Ed the room to put it on. Ed buckles the collar around his neck almost reverently, a test of the tightness turning into a caress of Izzy's neck. It's a perfect fit.

It's as though something comes over Izzy; so twitchy and abrasive earlier, now silent, staring at Ed with a look akin to worship in his eyes. He obediently tilts his head for a kiss as Ed's fingers move to his chin- It's a sight to behold, and one that has Stede intrigued. He wants to know more about this lifestyle, and these men in particular. He wants to be the one to put that expression on Izzy's face.

The moment breaks as Ed and Izzy pull apart, and Ed calls for the crew to finish the last bits of set up. Izzy shakes himself a little before running off to bark orders again, but even still, there remains a softness to him that wasn't there before. 

Ed turns back to Stede with an apologetic smile, already obvious that he has to get going. Before he can speak, however, Stede jumps in -“My business numbers on the card in the box… I'll be around all day”- Ed’s smile turns more genuine at that, promising to stop by if he gets a moment, and that he’ll send his friend's Stede’s way- “if he wants that kind of business.” Stede says that he does, actually- that he's seen a whole new world already today, and, while he was a little taken aback at first, he can feel the passion Ed and his friends have for this life. If there's one thing that's ever mattered to Stede, it's other people's enthusiasm. Maybe he doesn't completely understand yet, but he would like to try.

One year later, Stede’s back at the market on pride weekend again, far better stocked for the crowds this time around. Lucius is finally free to spend the day flirting with Fang & Pete to his heart's content, now that Stede’s roped his own boyfriends into helping him run the stall- and into modelling the merchandise. Ed loves that part, while Izzy needs a lot more convincing, but the puppy eyes Stede & Ed weaponise against him make a very good argument.

[alpinefrsh]

*Bullies you with their combined uber autism*

Bonus comic-

I just think having Tommyinnit there would fix things, y'know?

[whimsimmortal]

OLD DANNY PHANTOM ART DUMP TIME, for your viewing pleasure

These are, like. 4-5 years old I think. Posted them on my DA but never here?

[radishearts]

My kotlc enjoyers pspspspsppspspsppspspss have some sketches for a fic im writing :D (Before I Burn)

It’s set in precannon, around 20 years before the current TL (So like, the 90s) following Kenric and Oralies navigation of Elvish Bureaucracy, classicism and inter-species politics. Also Brant is his brother and Kenric is desperately trying to dispute ability restriction — I’ll put the summary in the replies but if ur interested give it a read

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young Cardigan, Taylor Swift

For @sketchbookweek Day 5 - Teenagers

[lethality-of-dual-strike]

in case you were wondering who I shipped Cupid with, it’s,,,,,a lot,,,,a lot of guys. he’s just so shippable though I can’t help it help me cupid help me break through this art block with gay

[cardboardfeet]

I've made a mista ke

[windor-truffle]

"Yup, I'm right here! See, you can touch me and everything!"

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Richard and Pascal friendship is something I didn't know I needed to write

[whimsyswastry]

The brain rot, yall

[outeremissary]

You know I spent a lot of time reading Nuzlocke comics and fics as a teen and I think that really shaped my understanding of approaches to canon in fandom. Like there's fandom you're doing straight and trying to be faithful to the material on, and then there's fandom like a lot of the Good Stuff on Nuzlockes and wacked out chess AUs where you're somewhere on the sliding scale of remixes from "playing fast and loose with the base material" to "reality is whatever makes the story fun. heart." And they're both valid. God I fucking love how insane Nuzlocke comics could get.

[whimsimmortal]

additional Summoner's Sleepover chapter 3 art!! Look at him and his wholesome, little bro, blorbo bean energy. Dash has the right of it, this goober deserves to be so squished (in a hug) !!

My magnum opus 🥲 dkhfjfhf

Chapter 3 of The Summoner's Sleepover is now up! What can I say; I was in the mood for fluffy, cheesy, wholesome shenanigans <3

[haxkattpress]

Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered

I'm so excited to finally share this bind of one of my all time favorite fics! Thanks to lettered's generous binding policy, I decided to go all out.

This bind has a foiled cover and spine, hand sewn silk endbands, and thirteen custom chapter headers. It was also my first time rounding and backing.

You can find more pictures and information about my process under the cut.

For the cover and spine, I recreated the design of Beasts of the Field (1902) by William J. Long.

I wanted something that captured both the whimsy and maturity of the story, and this cover fit my vision perfectly. It also gave me the opportunity to recreate another antique cover from the public domain.

Unfortunately, the design was a bit complicated for my Cameo 4, so I was unable to fill the lines in. You can also tell that the foil did not adhere properly near the bottom, so the flowers are lighter than I would like them to be.

Because of the trouble I was having with my Cameo, I decided to foil the spine by hand. I deeply regretted this decision two hours later, and it took me four hours to finish foiling. My wrist still hurts!

Sewing the headbands was my absolute favorite part. I was encouraged to try them by a lovely binder on Instagram, and I ended up completely addicted. I splurged on some fancy silk thread so I could give this fic the royal treatment it deserves! I think they look like beautiful little caterpillars.

As for the rounding and backing... I'm not going to talk about it. Nightmare. Lots of nervous sweating. Emotional agony. Next topic!

I worked on the typeset back at the beginning of January when I had some time off, and it took me a solid week of obsessive editing to complete. My sister suggested that I use Harry and Draco's patronuses for the chapter art, but there unfortunately aren't many public domain illustrations of deer and foxes playing together.

It was at that point that I also decided that I wanted the animals to match the respective ages of Harry and Draco and the tone of each chapter. For the 13 chapters I ended up editing 25 different illustrations together. The bulk of these are taken from vintage versions of Bambi and Reynard the Fox. It's possible that a few stock images from 1980s nature books snuck in there, but I did my best to keep them all pre 1925.

I'm not a skilled editor, and some of these are worse than others, but I'm quite proud of what I was able to cobble together. On the final page I put a young fox and deer running off together. I wanted it to seem like Harry and Draco's inner children had been freed.

I'm a bit embarrassed to say that this bind took me about 4-5 months to complete! I started in early January, and went wildly off track learning how to round, back, and sew headbands. And then I was hit by some killer creative block that only lifted last week!

There are still many things I could improve on, but I'm so proud of everything that I learned and accomplished with this bind! A big thank you to lettered for inspiring me with such a wonderful story. <3