#wip: mas

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Lawrence Cavendish

(for my wip based on the mysterious affair at styles)

[m-le-m]

Something something teldryn sero

[suzukiblu]

excerpt from a "Kara actually got to Earth on-schedule and now she's got a baby cousin to raise" AU:

Kara doesn’t understand the aliens’ language, which is fine. She didn’t expect to. She watches them interact and listens as they speak, familiarizing herself with the cadence and pitch and rhythm of their voices and doing her best to pick out individual sounds and patterns. She likes languages well enough. She did pretty well with Daxamite dialects in school last year, anyway. 

The aliens are kind, at least so far. They found her and Kal curled up in the remains of their smashed-up ships in their ruined field and brought them into their home despite the mess. Kara thinks they’re farmers, probably? So probably Laborer Guild, or whatever this planet has instead of Laborers. The House of El is mostly Thinkers, but Kara isn’t worried about that. She’ll figure something out, as soon as she figures out how to communicate with the aliens. Pantomime has not been all that helpful, at least not so far. 

They gave her a warm, unusually sweet drink that might have some kind of milk in it, with soft white pellets in it that are even sweeter. It’s not quite like anything she’s ever tasted before, but she likes it. Kal really liked it, though the aliens seemed to think he shouldn't have too much and gave her a little cup of just milk alone for him instead. Or she thinks it's milk, anyway. 

It's white. And very thick, and almost creamy? Though it tasted good too, when Kara stole a sip to make sure it wouldn’t upset Kal’s stomach if she gave it to him. 

"Pye," the alien that Kara is assuming is female announces in their weirdly simple-sounding language, putting a round plate with a slice of something on it on the table in front of her. Kal reaches for it from her lap with a burble. Kara peers at it too. The slice is triangular, with a crisp crust and an oozy red filling. She wonders why the plate is round, if the "pye" is meant to be sliced and served triangularly. It seems a little disrespectful to the cook–or baker? Or at least the artisan who made the plate, which was clearly painted with very dedicated care–painted by hand, even, not a pre-programmed design reproduced by a machine. That’s very luxurious for Laborers to be offering unexpected guests who just destroyed their field. 

Maybe they’re overcompensating, Kara thinks. Or maybe the aliens are really just that kind. 

Maybe. 

She thinks they’re little flowers, the designs around the edges of the plate. Or at least they look like they could be flowers. They’re flower-like, if nothing else, and all the weird colors of them might just be a stylistic choice. 

They’re pretty. 

She wishes she could show her mother. 

Kara crushes down the grief for the thousandth time and smiles at the aliens. They smile back. 

It helps, almost. 

Almost. 

The “pye” tastes very good.

[lionydoorin]

the mockingjay is on my mind constantly at all times

[escyn]

Radiant Emperor Week day 1: Mirror (Ma & Esen)

(sketch for a painting that may or may not ever get finished) id in alt

[f-fria]

why this is hard

[tealmussel]

I wanna make some angst for Valentine's Day.

Yeah, it's done.

[hadraws-11]

(WIP) OLBA Week 2024 Day 4. Family 🫶👥

"They talked about their families. He show him a photo about his own family, and told him about all the stories and adventures with them through all his life. They were definitely the best…

Although the creature enjoyed his enthusiasm, he seemed a bit melancholic about it. It must be sad not been able to visit your family anymore…"

[Twitter(X)] [Instagram] [BlueSky]

[Our Life: Beginnings & Always Week 2024 made by: @olba-week-event]

[xamaxenta]

Man i just found so many sketches that i forgot i even had all of it condemned to wip hell

[noname-nonartist]

Haven’t had enough energy today soooo here’s a quick unpolished rough sketch of my favorite Class 1-A duo laughing~ =v=

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Mary Cavendish aesthetic

(for my wip based on the mysterious affair at styles)

[tamavonpineapple]

I'm just having fun

[kiyzeiin]

Hello! I LOOOOVE your art!!! Luffy’s family designs were *chefs kiss* MWAH! And the way you designed Dragon… I can’t get him out of my head! Is there any chance you have anymore doodles of him? It’s the best I’ve seen anyone draw him (including Oda) you are GALAXY-BRAINED!!! If not, that’s cool too!!

i'm flattered whew thank u sm for your validating words !!!!!!! i'm always ecstatic when people like my designs. they're really special to me !! tbh i haven't doodled dragon as much as i'd like lately bc im a lil busy but i hope to draw more monkey d family (besides luffy) in the future. luffy's mom especially i love her a lot

a little something i whipped up during a lecture. bear with me, it's another wip/doodle i'll get around to finishing

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Plot Bunny; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Ess, eer?” Ma says as she looks over, smiling kindly at Kal. His little face lights up and he waves his Krypto in the air again. 

“Krippo pie!” he says eagerly. “Pie pie! Krippo pie!”

Ma lets out a little laugh, blinking a few times like she’s trying not to tear up or cry. Kara doesn’t understand why. 

“Ess, eer,” Ma says, and comes over to pet Kal’s curls with a fonder, softer smile. “Aye-ull bee urr ‘Ma’ ong-ay yuu-nee.”

She walks over to the “fridd” and looks inside it, then comes back with a pan of the “cob-urr” she made yesterday. Kal shrieks in delight, clapping his hands together. 

“Pie! Pie!” he cheers, and Ma cuts him a tiny little slice and puts it on a plate–a rectangular slice on a circular plate, but Kara’s gotten used to that oddity in the aliens’ manners by now. They seem to like to contrast shapes, with their foods. And they’ll put multiple foods on one plate, which is an oddity in their manners that she is not used to. 

She should’ve done that, though–Kal should’ve known he could ask her for food if he was hungry. She should’ve gotten him food before he was even hungry enough to ask. But she was so busy wasting time on being sad that she wasn’t even paying attention to how long it’s been since “brekk-ist” or what Kal’s been doing or anything like that. 

She can’t do that kind of thing. 

Ma cuts another slice, this one bigger and square, and puts it on another round plate. 

She holds it out to Kara with an encouraging smile and says, “Ooo tuu, eer. Eet opp.”

Kara thinks about crying, but just takes the plate and tries to imitate Ma’s smile. She just . . . doesn’t know what to do about things like that. Ma just–she doesn’t need to be so kind to them, is all. 

Neither of them do. 

“Thann Ma,” she tries, not as sure as she’d like to be if that’s the right way to say “thank you, Ma” in the aliens’ language or not, and Ma’s smile both softens and widens. Pa looks up from their rustic little machine and smiles too, for some reason. They just both look–pleased. So, so pleased. 

Kara doesn’t really understand why they’re so pleased about just feeding them, though maybe they’re just pleased she’s been learning more of their language. It’ll be much easier for her to help with the farm, the more of it she learns. 

She thinks–she just thinks–

She’s not sure what she thinks, so she just helps Kal eat his “cob-urr” in tiny bites without making too much of a mess and takes a few bites of her own while he’s happily chewing and smacking his lips. It doesn’t taste like anything she ever tasted on Krypton, but neither does anything else she’s eaten on this planet. 

Or maybe it’s just that everything tastes different through the grief. 

Kal’s never had milk rice, she thinks vaguely. Never eaten any Kryptonian food at all. 

And he never will. 

She smiles at him, because he needs to see her smiling, and offers him another bite of “cob-urr”.

[lionydoorin]

fhrnfhfhjfnfnfnnfnfnhhh doing my best to finish this one

[diientedegato]

ay pibe