#Scrunkly Week

[raiyni-dayz]

Day Five!!! Now featuring some of the suitcase fam in the wilderness!!

Haven't drawn Click in a while, but I'm glad I can still draw him well!! Marcus lent the scarf to him temporarily cuz he was going to stay in the wilderness almost all day,, cant let him get too cold!! (even if he's a ghost😭)

Sonetto and Vertin encounter a mysterious snowman out in the wilderness, which Vertin gladly adds the finishing touch!! (The suitcase kids made it early in the morning, using some plants provided by miss Druvis :D )

Poor Zima was woken up,, he needs some shut-eye sometimes😞

Thanks to @scrunkly-week for making the prompts and just making an overall enjoyable event!! :D

[scrunkly-week]

we are holding a poll for the next theme people, gather around!

[caramelmochacrow]

banana for scrunkly week!! shes cute <3

[cloudberrygurl]

Today is day one of Scrunkly week!

I’m gonna admit I’m very nervous about this, trying new things wooo!

Saiki K recently took hold of the mush I call my brain, so I drew Saiki with his one true love, coffee jelly!

@scrunkly-week hope to make this a tradition!

[logicaldelta]

Scrunkly Week Day 4 : Autumn

Prompt: sitting by a cosy fire

Have I ever watched My Hero Academia? No (unless we count that one movie). Do I know much about it as a whole? Also no. But am I endlessly fixated on a Monoma villain AU that my friend @hero-nerd and I have been slowly developing? Yes, absolutely. So! Here's some art from that, haha

A theory that we have fully incorporated in this AU is the idea that Toga and Monoma are actually twins that were separated at birth, and so the drawing I chose to do was of them sitting together while watching a fire during their first autumn together after they found each other again

The items on the mantle are, from left to right: one of Toga's needles, Compress's mask, Monoma's bag of marbles (very specific to the villain AU), a teddy bear that Compress gave Monoma when he first became his mentor (Also very AU specific), and a framed photo of the three of them together :]

Bonus doodles of Compress watching them from the kitchen while he does some baking, ehe

[corals-corner]

Scrunkly Week! Day two; Summer

Sandy Shores and Crashing Waves

King is standing up btw. So it’s pretty deep

It’s a sketch this time. I had no idea what to really do for this, so I drew a mental image I’ve had in my head for a while

Also I suck at anatomy I struggled to draw back facing Rouxls for a while 😭

@scrunkly-week :DDD

[lagginguniverse]

last minute @scrunkly-week entry from the spring prompts list: crown of flowers on the head

[pigeon-wizard]

AUTISTIC GIRL AUTUMN HAS COME EARLY THIS YEAR! this is for scrunkly week day 3, and now i'm realizing how i'm getting better and enjoying making art digitaly :'3

[suna1suna1]

Scrunkly Week 2024 | Day one

Clear Skies

@scrunkly-week Thank you for giving me an excuse to draw my girlie for a week! XD

This one's the only one I painted, the rest are gonna be more of an ink and color kinda look. But I had fun with this one. I love that Amy's been leaning more into the baking in the extra stuff, especially in the Japanese artwork for Sonic Channel and the other Japanese promotional material. Idk about y'all, but I have a sweet tooth the size of Texas, and I like that she does too lol. If I had more time and help, I'd love to bake more and learn how to do different things like that.

[oneclickangel]

with a snap of the fingers.

day 6 already!! we're in the final stretch!!!!

for today, i went with a comfort unasked for yet welcomed ! and a wall of snow keeps us hidden kinda

this one is definitely more elaborate than my previous work ... bc this one's a fantasy au!! ive had this vivid image of paper cut and joe being a mage and a blacksmith respectively and them being kinda neighbors in a village. but it kinda extended to other characters too so you may see them here. also i used my actual name here bc paper cut doesnt sound like it'd fit in a fantasy setting 😭 and also his personality here is kinda inspired by a character named beryl from a game called sword of convallaria! here hes a really skilled mage whos kinda cocky but ultimately still a socially awkward dude who doesnt go out much. lol

if i have time, i'll expand on this au a little more! but for now, aside from what i said above, this au has sonetto as the "main character" or the hero who keeps coming back to the village from dungeon raiding (bc i cant see vertin doing it despite her technically being the protag in re99). kinda like dungeon meshi (<- read like 5 chapters of dunmeshi)

i love roguelikes so the idea of the hero reviving after dying in an always shuffling and changing dungeon appeals to me. so that happens to sonetto in this au

SORRY FOR THE WORD VOMIT i just enjoyed writing this a lot. anyways

Safar hates to admit it but he is very much snowed in.

Usually he wouldn’t mind the blizzard causing it - hell, sometimes he’d celebrate - but he needed to go out to get some potions from Sotheby across the village. It’s just misfortune after misfortune for him this winter season.

He can only mumble complaints under his breath as he instructs various (previously) inanimate objects to tidy up the place. It’s a rare occasion as he can be… quite the disorganized individual, despite having the convenience of magic literally at his fingertips. Though the process itself isn’t as magical, ironically enough.

Everything comes to a stop when he hears a banging on the door. His complaints double as he stomps over to the door. He quickly casts a translation spell, just to throw a warning to whatever monster threatens to break into his house.

“Get the hell out, you freaks! Do not piss me off!”

Instead of growling and howling, he is instead met with some coughs. Very humane coughs (or at least, humanoid). His temper subsides slightly at the possibility that annoying winter monsters finally got the hint after many, many years.

“I have no idea what you’re saying but it’s me, Joe! Y’know, the blacksmith next door?”

The big, tough guy next door? The sole source of all the sound pollution that made Safar soundproof his walls? Well, at least it’s a human. They’re supposed to be good at reasoning with other humans. At least, the mage hopes so.

Even then, it’s strange that the blacksmith is out there during a literal blizzard. Like it or not, the mage has to let the tough guy in, lest he dies out there. The snow-drenched blacksmith stumbles in, which helps with the mage’s attempt to open and close that front door as quickly as humanly possible.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

The host spouts the moment he slams the front door. It’s a genuine question asked sort of out of concern but the mage has to admit he didn’t want any kind of visitor, monster or not. Thankfully, his little inanimate servants managed to clean up the place in time for the unexpected visitor.

“I was on my way home but then the snow got super heavy and well. Your place is nearer and my balls are freezing.”

Safar can’t argue with that. He can interrogate where he was from once they settle down. And so the mage surrenders to his fate with a sigh, making his way towards his shelves flowing with ingredients of many varieties. Making the blacksmith feel right at home will be a piece of cake.

“I do not want to hear about your freezing balls. Sit down over there, I’ll make some tea. Or are you more of a coffee guy?”

Out of habit, the mage starts throwing out everything he’s not looking for. Joe is oblivious to this despite all the noise he’s making and simply enjoys himself on the very comfortable couch, right beside a very cozy fire.

“I’m fine with anything.”

The blacksmith begins to lay down on the couch. Safar knows well that Joe has the luxury of being a guest and it’s common courtesy for him to treat the guest well but he can’t help but think for someone so big and tough-looking, he sure as hell seems content to not put those muscles to use.

Well, whatever! He’s a mage for Pete’s sake! He has the convenience of using supernatural powers to aid him in his daily activities! And moving things around with magic is child’s play for the best mage in this village!

He proves this point by snapping his fingers, which drops a whole tea set (with cookies on the side) on the coffee table in front of Joe. The guest jumps from the sudden movement, though the self-pouring kettle remains unfazed.

“And anything you will get.”

The host smugly proclaims as he struts towards his guest. With another snap of his fingers, lanterns illuminate the living room. He looks around the room, pondering if there’s anything else that needs some finger-snapping. Ultimately, his gaze lands on the fireplace. He sneaks a glance at Joe.

“Is the fire warm enough?”

Increasing the heat of the fireplace requires more effort than just finger-snapping but the extent of it just consists of the inconvenience of having to grab an extra ingredient from his stuffed shelves. Yet Joe only smiles at the host, as warm as the flames that lick the smooth stone.

“Yeah. The perfect temperature actually.”

Safar’s smug smile turns into a genuine one. He has to admit – the guy’s energy is contagious. Having his mood lifted up slightly prompts him to join his guest near the fireplace as he quite literally lifts himself up off the floor, hovering in midair in a cross-legged sitting position. Joe pretends to not be impressed but the mage can tell he’s stealing glances.

It’s easy for the mage to forget certain tricks up his robe’s sleeves are unthinkable for other people, especially for a regular human such as Joe. Some think the mage can be a little too boastful for his own good but Joe isn’t part of that crowd - he deserves to be boastful. He’s the most skilled mage in the village! That much can be seen with the huge certificate that’s pinned up right above the fireplace. The words “BEST MAGE IN CHARLESTON VILLAGE” in the mayor’s crude handwriting swell with pride.

“...Reminds me of my forge back home.”

The blacksmith comments on the warmth of the fireplace, but it also alludes to the fact that he has a certificate in his workshop too - except it says “BEST (AND ONLY) BLACKSMITH IN CHARLESTON VILLAGE”. He always chooses to ignore the words in the parentheses.

Joe lets his eyes wander around the small establishment. It’s a simple little house, the only doors there being the front door and the bathroom door. Everything else is open-ended and connected, with only some half-walls partitioning specific rooms. The place is both tidy and messy. He doesn’t even have to try to feel right at home. Maybe he already is.

…Or not, because Safar is basically a stranger to him.

“Oh yeah, where were you going before the storm hit anyway? I thought you didn't go out of your smithy?”

Right when he thought to start up a conversation, the mage had that handled. Even the blacksmith himself forgot he was out and about still when the storm hit. He racks his brain at the interrogation.

“Sonetto just finished another dungeon run and managed to bring back some good metals for me to mess with and uh… I got excited.”

Safar can never understand Sonetto’s insistence on making her way down that cursed dungeon. But he supposes that strong sense of justice is the reason why she’s The Hero. Bestowed with powers of reincarnation, she’s basically immortal. He can’t help but feel a bit bad for her though.

He never understood why so many yearn for eternal life. Initially he believed that those people merely have an innate desire to be remembered forever which then translates into desire for immortality. Yet he doubts Sonetto is one of these people, despite being The Hero. She’s… really just a good person at heart.

The mage tries to illustrate the image of both Sonetto and Joe in the same room. Hm. A little too full of sunshine for his liking. But no doubt it’d be a delightful room to be in all the same.

“Probably should’ve stayed put then, dude. There’s a reason why people say patience is a virtue.”

The mage comments as a cup of tea makes its way towards him. He downs all of it in one gulp.

“Don’t remind me. I’m impatient as hell.”

The host has to give it to him, he is self-aware at the very least. Safar laughs at his response, Joe pouting at the former’s reaction. The mage then offers a sincere smile. “I get it. Why do you think I use magic for everything?”

He has to admit it too. The mage can be a very prideful person in front of others but behind that closed door, he yearns for a lazy life just as any tired person does.

“Lucky. All I got are these awesome muscles.”

Joe flexes his left arm, bicep bulging boastfully. The mage finds himself entranced by the display. It’s a reminder of his preferences for people to stare at. His gaze is a little too shameless.

“Like what you see, don’tcha?”

Blood rushes to Safar’s face almost immediately at his comment. He would respond but he knows the words that’d leave his lips will stutter. So instead he turns towards the fireplace, attempting to be enchanted by the flames’ dance instead.

“...This is nice. We never really had the time to get to know each other.”

To his relief, Joe changes the topic just as quickly as he was to tease Safar. The latter says nothing for a while.

“Yeah.”

Joe was definitely an uninvited guest but Safar would be lying if he says that his presence is not comforting. And for the time being, the blizzard outside will keep them hidden from the outside world for a little while. More than enough time to forge a friendship.

And it’ll be easy as snapping your magical fingers.

[raiyni-dayz]

Scrunkly week day two: Summer!! :D

The prompt I chose was: Sandy shores and crashing waves

I couldn't make this in time due to being away from home for a few days, but I'll keep up soon!!

Poor Yume gets sunburnt easily due to being undead and all, Raen just doesn't notice if they get a few sunburns, too focused on trying to drag Yume into the water XD (Saiki's just there because... why not? dont think abt it 🧚)

Again, props to the amazing @scrunkly-week for making this event possible!! :D

[scrunkly-week]

Prompt lists for Scrunkly Week a week before the event. Familiarize yourself with the vibes and come prepared! We strike at dawn (six days from now). 😎

[isaactheowl]

This is my @scrunkly-week day one drawing

Today's theme is clear skies and the prompt that I chose is spare time and hobbies I head Cannon that venom likes divination so I drew him doing my favorite kind of divination charm casting

[caramelmochacrow]

day 7 and final drawing for scrunkly week!! ofc I had to draw aoi, shes my silly <3

[cloudberrygurl]

Day two of Scrunkly week!

The one who rots my brain the most, Gangle!! <3

It’s not a full moon so she’s just chilling in the water XD

She’s my favorite, we need more Gangle love!

I love her so much, she lives in my head rent free and I’m ok with that, she can stay as long as she likes >:D

[logicaldelta]

Scrunkly Week day 7 : Spring

Honestly? Put this one off for as long as I could. But as it is scrunkly week, these two were bound to make an appearance at some point. sigh.

Prompt: A crown of flowers upon your head

Meeting Aerith was good. She was his friend. They got along well. So why was it that her garden summoned such upsetting visions to his mind?

It was dark out, had been for a few hours now, and he was unable to properly sleep in the little room that Aerith's mother had graciously agreed to let him stay in for the night. Yet, sleep wouldn't come, and he found himself here, in the middle of the garden.

He wasn't sure if his brain just hated him. Were the things he was seeing memories, dreams or nightmares? He couldn't figure it out. It killed him to not know.

A sigh escaped him in a whisp of fog, the chill air nipping at his exposed arms and face. The cold was an old friend, a welcomed reminder of the town that was once his home.

It wasn't long before another figure joined him in the field. An unwelcome one. A hated one.

Sephiroth loomed above him, head tilted up to look at the stars while Cloud himself remained staring at the ground. He couldn't bring himself to look at the man — the spectre that had haunted him since he died.

Sephiroth didn't have the same reservations. A hand grasped Cloud's chin, stronger than it was the last time they made contact with each other. He was grinning down at him now. That smile haunted Cloud's dreams.

"Does it make you think of me? The cold." Sephiroth's voice was quiet, making Cloud feel like they were the only people on the planet.

He hated it. He hated even more that he would've once killed to receive this attention from Sephiroth.

"Why would it?" He tried to keep his tone neutral despite the way his heart thudded painfully within his chest.

"Our last day together."

Anger flashed through him and he smacked the hand away from his chin. The effort was futile. Nobody was physically, truly there.

"Get away from me," Cloud snapped, his voice louder than he intended for it to be.

Sephiroth smirked, kneeling down in front of him. "There, there. Wouldn't want to wake the girl, would you? She'd ruin our time together."

Cloud would love for their 'time together' to be ruined. But Aerith had had a long day, and he didn't want to disturb her sleep.

Not wanting to give Sephiroth the satisfaction of him agreeing, he chose to remain silent.

"You never had this much trouble sleeping when we worked together before. Do you perhaps miss my presence?"

Cloud groaned, burying his face in his hands. Trying to ignore the small part of him that preened at the attention, a lingering feeling from when he was younger.

"No."

Despite his denial, Sephiroth's smile remained. Cloud wanted to smack it off his face. He knew the hit would just pass through him.

It was the longest conversation they'd had since Sephiroth began haunting him. Normally others would be around to break Cloud free. Here, he was trapped. Whether by his solitude or Sephiroth's piercing gaze, he wasn't sure.

The gaze of the dead man turned to the flowers around them, his gaze analytical. He drifted off to get a closer look, and Cloud took the added space granted to him to breathe again. He hadn't realised that he wasn't doing so properly with Sephiroth watching him. He stared at the ground, trying to calm himself down. It wasn't very effective, his heartbeat still faster than it should be.

After a few minutes he felt something land on his head. His eyebrows furrowed, and he looked up to find Sephiroth standing above him once more. He raised a hand to his head, further confused by the flowers he felt sitting there. He went to remove them, but Sephiroth's hand stopped him.

"Don't." And he found himself complying. His hand fell back down by his side, and this time he watched as Sephiroth stared at him. A smirk slowly grew across his face, and he tilted his head. "It suits you."

"What is it?"

"A symbol of what we could be if you stopped pushing me away."

That filled Cloud with a cold sense of dread. He knew a small amount about what Sephiroth wanted from him. It was nothing he wanted to be part of. What could've been placed on his head? He was fretting, trying to figure it out without directly removing the object.

Sephiroth picked up on this, disappearing out of his line of sight once more and shortly after returning with a similar object on his own head. Cloud squinted at it, confused. There was no way Sephiroth had made something so harmless. It was almost… cute?

Cloud hit himself in the knee lightly to snap that train of thought immediately. Sephiroth was not cute. He was evil.

Still. Something about the image of the former war hero turned traitor with something as childish as a flower crown on his head stirred up feelings within Cloud that he'd rather ignore.

The air around them grew lighter as the sun began to rise, and Cloud could see as Sephiroth's form turned more ghostly. Less solid. He smirked down at Cloud one last time before he vanished with the receding darkness. All that remained of him was the flower crown, fallen to the ground now. Cloud reach out to pick it up, turning it over in his hands a few times.

The flowers on it were blue and a pale yellow. A thought tickled the back of his brain and he dropped the crown back onto the floor when he realised the colours were representative of himself — the blue flowers the shade his eyes were before the mako poisoning altered them, the yellow the shade of his hair.

He stood up, moving away from it in disgust. The slight breeze made the crown on his own head shift, and he tore it off his head and tossed it to the ground. It was silver and aquamarine.

He stomped down on the crown, crushing it into the dirt with more force than necessary to break them. Like he was trying to break them into nothing.

Trying to kill the ghost that haunted him.