#our looks ever changing... (refs)

[alltimecharlo]

if you wrote a willmacktoff drabble that would make me the happiest person ever, know that <3

hehehe i really do not require a lot of temptation to write willmacktoff <3 i love them together!! fic under the cut 🩵

Tyler Toffoli swears he’s going to change the locks.

“Every damn time,” he mutters, stepping over a pair of sneakers—Will’s, obviously, because Mack doesn’t wear that size—and nudging aside a sweatshirt (Mack’s) that’s been left in the hallway like they actually pay rent here.

They don’t.

But they might as well.

Toff wanders into the living room, where the big screen TV is already blasting some college football game he doesn’t even remember turning on. Will and Mack are tangled up together on his couch like it’s their own personal nest, legs draped over each other, a shared bowl of popcorn balanced precariously on Will’s chest.

“Do you two even live anywhere else?” Toff asks, raising his voice just enough to be heard over the commentators.

Will grins up at him, unbothered. “Not really.”

Mack doesn’t even look up. “Your couch is better than ours.”

“It’s not your couch.”

Will tilts his head. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Toff rolls his eyes and drops down into the armchair, only for Will to immediately shift over and pat the spot between him and Mack. “Come on, old man. We’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m not cold.”

“You’re always cold.”

Toff huffs, but he gets up anyway. It’s a lost cause. The two of them are always like this—loud, chaotic, affectionate in a way that should probably be annoying but somehow just feels like home now. He settles between them on the couch with a theatrical sigh.

Immediately, Will latches onto his right arm like a heat-seeking missile and Mack curls into his left side, head tucked under Toff’s jaw. Toff reaches up and runs his fingers through Will’s curls, brushing them back gently, then does the same for Mack, who lets out a little pleased sound and leans into it.

“See,” Mack says sleepily, “told you he likes us.”

“Never said that,” Toff replies, but there’s no heat to it.

“You didn’t have to,” Will murmurs, smug. “Actions speak louder, and all that.”

They’re quiet for a few minutes. Toff almost starts to relax. He can feel Mack breathing slow and steady against his chest, and Will’s fingers curl lightly around the hem of his hoodie.

Then:

“You’re definitely rooting for the wrong team,” Will says, voice muffled by Toff’s shoulder.

Mack snorts. “At least my team doesn’t suck.”

“You’re literally losing by ten.”

“Because the refs are blind.”

“Maybe if your QB could throw straight—”

“Say that again and I’ll bite you.”

Toff groans and leans his head back. “Five minutes. That’s all the peace I get.”

Will laughs. “You love us.”

“Regrettably.”

Mack snuggles in closer. “No you don’t.”

Toff glances down at the two of them, wrapped around him like they belong there.

“…No, I don’t,” he agrees quietly.

They don’t need to hear him say it out loud. But he says it anyway, because maybe he kind of wants to.

“Yeah,” Toff adds, running his hand through their hair again, softer this time. “I really, really don’t.”

♡

[demie90s]

No Spark Lost

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ DIANA TAURASI X READER ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

Part 1 MASTERLIST MORE

⭑ pairing: Diana Taurasi x reader (*soccer star!*fem!reader)

⭑ summary: You were the face of soccer. A household name, viral athlete, and walking highlight reel—until your ACL tore mid-game and the season ended. Months into recovery, you show up courtside at a Phoenix Mercury game. Hoodie, jeans, no limp in sight. But when halftime hits and you’re asked to shoot around, you remind the world—and Diana Taurasi—that your fire never left.

⭑ genre: Slow-burn tension, legend-to-legend energy, mutual obsession, competitive flirtation

⭑ warnings: Strong language, injury references, sexual tension, light physical contact, Diana being bold as hell

⭑ word count: ~ 0.8k

You can’t tell people you’re fine when you’re not.

But you can look them dead in the eye, knee wrapped tight in K-tape, and still walk like you didn’t spend the past eight weeks learning how to move without pain. You can pull on a hoodie—slightly oversized, grey, soft like comfort—and jeans that still hug your hips just right, even with the brace underneath. You can show up to the arena with no sunglasses, no entourage, no crutches.

You just can’t hide when you’re the most famous sidelined athlete in the country.

So when I walked into Footprint Center for the Phoenix Mercury vs. Chicago Sky game, heads turned. People murmured. The sideline reporters tried to act chill, but I caught them clocking my walk. Limp? Barely. Stiff? Sure. But broken? Never.

I nod to security, give a lazy wave to a couple young fans in my jersey, and keep moving. Straight to my seat courtside, three down from the Mercury bench. I don’t need attention. I don’t need pity.

But damn if this doesn’t sting.

⸻

Flashback — Two Months Ago

We were up 2-0. 67th minute. I had already clocked an assist and a goal. It was humid as hell. Turf thick. I went for a cut I’ve done a thousand times—defender tight on me, eyes on the ball, whole damn stadium leaning in.

Left plant. Right slice.

Then my foot slipped.

And the second I tried to catch myself, my leg went back—too far—and she landed on me.

Some forward from the opposing team also slipped trying to pivot. Unlucky timing. Maybe karma. Maybe just physics.

The sound?

Not a snap. Not a crack.

Just a shift. A grind.

And I knew.

Didn’t cry. Didn’t yell. Just laid flat, blinking up at the lights while the ref screamed for the med cart.

I remember a teammate sobbing. Our coach shaking his head like he could fix it just by willing it.

But me?

I took the mouthguard out and said, “It’s my ACL.”

Then I laughed. Just once. Bitter. Quick.

Everything changed after that.

⸻

Present Day

Halftime. Phoenix is trailing by 3. Diana’s hit back-to-back threes. Kahleah Copper is cooking. The arena smells like sweat, buttered pretzels, and momentum.

I’m posted on the sideline, hoodie sleeves pushed up, nodding along to the music.

That’s when I hear: “You bored yet?”

I look up. Coach Nate Tibbetts, Mercury’s new head coach, is grinning at me like he’s up to something.

“Little,” I admit. “Bench warmer energy.”

He laughs. “You ever think about hooping again?”

“I’m retired,” I deadpan. “From two sports now.”

He steps closer, crosses his arms. “Wanna run a few shots?”

I blink. “You serious?”

“Just shoot. Keep it light. Let the crowd see what all the hype’s about.”

“Who set this up?”

He shrugs. “Diana maybe. Maybe me. Maybe you look like you could use the ball in your hands again.”

The tunnel opens like an invitation.

I hesitate for one second. One.

Then I roll my shoulders back and head to the court.

⸻

Halftime – Lights Still On

Ball hits my palm like it remembers me.

Crowd notices instantly. Whispers turn into low chants. Cameras shift.

I step behind the arc. K-tape visible just under the denim. My stance ain’t perfect, but the form?

Flawless.

First shot:

Swish.

Second:

Corner pull-up, slight fade—net.

Third:

Quick dribble, step-back, deep three. Crowd gasps.

“Damn,” I hear from behind me.

I turn—slow—and there she is.

Diana Taurasi.

Arms folded. Lip twitching. Hair pulled back, watching me like I’m an equation she used to know but forgot how to solve.

“You recovered, huh?” she asks.

I don’t answer.

She walks up with a ball of her own. Tosses it once. Catches.

“You and me. One-on-one. First to five.”

“You serious?”

“Why not?”

“I’m literally on IR.”

“You’re here.”

I smirk. “You’re lucky I like proving people wrong.”

⸻

Unofficial Halftime Game

She checks it.

I jab once, slow. My knee barks—but I ignore it.

Spin. Pump fake. Pull. Bucket.

She narrows her eyes. “That was cute.”

Her turn. She drives—low, controlled—tries to spin, but I step right in front. Force her wide. She misses. Ball rolls.

I grab it.

Step back.

Three. Wet.

Crowd’s eating it up. Phones out. Twitter about to explode.

“Don’t tell me this hurts,” she says, stepping in close, chest nearly brushing mine. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of it.”

“I’m not,” I whisper.

“Then stop holding back.”

Next play she pushes—just a little. I don’t flinch.

She goes up. Misses again. I grab it.

Final shot. I take my time.

One bounce.

Eyes locked.

She smirks. “Gonna limp your way to glory?”

I shoot.

Swish.

5-0.

She lets out a breath. Grins.

“You ain’t lost shit.”

I toss the ball to the side.

“Nope,” I say, stepping into her space now. “But you’re real interested in checking.”

Diana laughs low. Doesn’t back up.

Just lingers.

“You ever come to practice…”

“You ever stop watching me…”

We leave it there.

The buzzer sounds.

Game on.

And I’m still standing.

[puck-bunnies]

behind closed doors

umich!luke hughes x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, praising, choking, not proof read

word count: 2.3k

me and luke were never much of friends, never even talked much. at least, that’s what everyone thought. no one ever knows what happens behind closed doors.

i have not used this app in forever, meaning i haven’t written a fic in quite a long time so this is me trying to get back into writing. sorry if this is not great and a little rushed, i just haven’t written anything in like five months. anyways, try to enjoy this fic and ill try to write more as soon as i can.

i sit in the living room of my best friends boyfriends house, she sits beside me as all of ethan’s roommates take up every other seat. the lightning vs islanders game plays on the tv, having all of our eyes glued to it.

the boys are in a constant state of yelling, wether is celebrating, yelling at how stupid the refs are, or booing the other team. i’m not as invested as usual, my teams aren’t playing, but ill never miss an opportunity to a hockey game.

my mind also focuses on the close proximity as luke sits beside me, our thighs lightly rubbing against each other ever so softly. the warm summer weather left me wearing shorts and a tank top, causing luke’s hand to glide across my bare skin as he secretly places his hand on my thigh.

i never intended on sneaking around with luke, it all just happened one day, the house was empty and quiet. we got to talking, venturing from subjects like our classes, plans for our future, and somehow turning into our sex life.

he learned that i’ve never really gotten quite what i need, never feeling that spark with any guy that i’ve been with. them never wanting to try anything i’ve wanted to, i’ve never been fully satisfied.

he continued to tell me how he has slept around quite a bit. nearly almost always leaving the rink with some new blonde puck bunny stuck to his arm. he didn’t wear it as a trophy, or say that he regretted any of it, all just saying it’s apart of his past. his history he can’t and won’t change.

one thing led to another, his hands roaming my body as my lips bit down on his. my hands squeezing the mattress tightly with every moan escaping my lips.

we didn’t even stop there, whenever we could find a time to be alone, we were tangled in each others arms.

here we are now, not even able to keep our hands to ourselves in sight of one another. i try to shake his hand off, not wanting any of the surrounding eyes to see his intimate gesture. he doesn’t move, squeezing my skin harder. i softly pierce my bottom lip with my teeth, try to calm my nerves. i can feel heat bubbling up to my face, painting my cheeks with a faint blush.

my eyes peer over to him, giving him a pleading look to start behaving. he doesn’t budge, giving me a side smirk before returning his eyes on the game.

rutger groans loudly as the 2nd period finishes, “fuck the lightning.” he swears as they’re pulling a 4-1 lead. he chugs back the rest of his beer, throwing the can on the ground in some grown man temper tantrum.

the ads run during the commercial break, leaving the rest of us to disregard the television for the time being. my heart starts to quicken, without their distraction of the game they’re eyes could fall upon luke’s hand on me.

my mind tries to work fast, but the only thing i can think of doing is grabbing the blanket next to me and covering myself with it, concealing us from the wandering eyes. luke’s lips curl into a smirk, proud of me not forcing him off, knowing that i want it. that i want him.

his hand becomes bolder, rubbing up and down my inner thigh. i bite my bottom lip again, trying to stabilize myself from this new feeling. his fingers become more adventurous, going to the hem of my shorts.

“fuck.” i softly mumble to myself, luke’s soft chuckle tells me that he hears my light groans. his fingers don’t stop there, rubbing up to the bottom of my shirt, toying with the cotton material.

the pads of his fingers brush against my sensitive skin, right across the bottom of my stomach. fire engulfs my stomach, my breath hitches as he rubs softly back and forth, tickling my skin.

the game comes back for the final period, my eyes keep trained on the hockey game, but my mind can only focus on his touch as it drives me insane.

he feels my stomach hitch with my breath, he knows i want him so badly, he knows what he does to me. i squeeze my thighs together, trying to cause some type of sensation in my growing wetness.

i can’t take his teasing fingers anymore, “meet me in my room.” i whisper to him. rising from the couch and walking away from the crowded living room. i head for the direction of the bathroom, making them hear my footsteps as i lead their ears to the door closing. i stay outside the bathroom, tiptoeing to my room in an unsteady waiting of luke.

the door finally opens, luke quickly closing the door silently behind him. a deep breath is all i can hear from him, turning around to look at me patiently sitting on the foot of my bed. he takes a seat beside me, quickly gripping my hips and pulling me onto his lap.

“it’s been awhile since we’ve been alone,” my fingers rake up the back of his head, through his soft brown hair, my finger swirling around a curly lock. “too long.” a soft sigh parts from his lips as my fingers lightly scratch at his scalp.

he keeps his hands on my hips, roughly gripping at my denim shorts. “i missed your hands all over me. you can’t tease me out there and not expect me to want more.”

our bodies come closer, our lips so close together, our hearts syncing their beats. i can barely hold myself back from making up that final inch. “tell me how badly you want me.”

“i want you..” he shyly gives into my need. it’s not enough for me, i feed off of hearing how badly he wants me, his hands rubbing up and down my body, the feeling of his cock being buried deep inside me.

“oh yeah…” my lips attach to his neck, softly kissing down from his jaw.

finally he gives in, “i want to feel you against me, your lips on mine, every inch of your beautiful body baby.”

a devilish smirk spreads on my face, “mmm, is that right?” i mumble against his neck, softly sinking my teeth into his sensitive skin, sucking the spot to soothe it after.

“oh god yes.” luke practically moans out. his hands become adventurous, slowly going down to hold my ass in his hands, gripping at my clothed skin. they make their way down farther, gripping at my exposed thighs while my kisses go back up his jaw.

i crave for his taste, forcefully pressing my lips against his in a hungry state. my tongue quickly sliding into his mouth, hands combing through his messy curls, pushing him closer into me. he guides my hips back and forth on him, i can feel him hardening underneath me.

breaking the kiss to catch my breath, i drop my head onto his shoulders as i feel his hands press against my pussy. my hips still grind on him, but instead of just on his hard cock, it’s on his fingers. “mmm, you want me that bad?” he chuckles, i nod against his shoulder.

he undoes my shorts, exposing the top of my pink lacy panties, his fingers drag down them, going farther into my pants. they settle on my wetness, my hips stop rocking, focusing on the closer touch. “god you’re soaked.”

my lip sticks to my teeth in a harsh lip bite, my walls clench around nothing, begging to be filled by him. his fingers work slow and teasingly, rubbing circles around my clothed clit, watching me squirm on top of him. my back slightly arches, legs slowly opening wider for him to have better access to my aching pussy. “needy, are we?”

i softly whimper, my hips start to grind again, craving more attention from his teasingly slow hands. his fingers move the crotch of my panties aside, touching my wetness with his bare fingers, feeling my folds and them dripping for him. my head lifts off his shoulder, taking a glance down at his hand stuffed down my pants, looking back deep into his eyes.

i take a deep breath out, without a single warning he thrusts a finger in my pussy. making me loudly squeal with surprise. he quickly covers my mouth, stopping his finger in me. “you have to be quiet princess, you don’t want us getting caught, now do you?” he asks. i shake my head no, he hums at my obedience. “good girl.” his voice is in a whisper, softly praising me.

he begins to move his finger once again, letting me adjust to the new sensation before adding another, stretching me out for him. curling his fingers up to my g-spot. finally trusting me enough not to scream, he moves his hand off of my face, settling it down on my hip to keep me steady.

my hands grasp at his curly locks, trying to compose myself. as he adds another finger i bite down on my bottom lip, trying to keep the wanting moans from escaping my lips. a smirk spreads across luke’s face, watching what he can do to me with just his hands. i curse under my breath, dropping my head down to keep my brain straight, the pleasure slowly becoming less bearable.

his fingers quicken, hand comes off my hip and to my chin, lifting my head to force me to stare back into his eyes. “look at me while i’m finger fucking you baby.” my teeth puncture my bottom lip harder, my chest heaving with all the moans i keep to myself. i slip up and let on me out, hard hands hit my throat, softly squeezing. “i thought i told you to keep quiet?”

his grip loosens to allow me to take a breath, closing back up as soon as my chest rises. another finger slips in my cunt, my legs start to squirm, toes curling and hands squeezing his hair. his fingers losen from my throat, falling down to the straps of my tank top. he pulls one strap off each shoulder, one at a time. hooking two fingers at the neckline and pulling down, my tits falling out from my lack of wearing a bra.

he wastes no time before gripping my breast, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive bud. i clench around his fingers, my senses overloading with pleasure. he lowers his head, kitty licking my other nipple. i softly moan, not loud enough for luke to get me in trouble again, but enough for him to know the things he’s doing to me.

my stomach clenches, the feeling i know very well as my head starts to feel light. “i’m so close.” i whimper out. luke doesn’t let up, switching to my other breast, sucking on the nipple before softly biting the skin.

my whole body clenches as i feel my climax, luke’s quick fingers curling inside me quickly. it all comes raining down, my pussy clenching around him as i coat his fingers with myself. he backs up, letting me heave and fall down on his chest to catch my breath.

i quietly curse under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut to recover from my high. i life my head back up to look luke in the eyes. he removes his fingers from my folds, fingers coated with my cum. he slides his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. my breath catches in my throat again, god damn he makes me want more.

“you’re such a good girl Y/N.” he pops his fingers out of his mouth, “i wish i could fuck you silly right now. but i want to keep all those precious moans to myself, when we can be completely alone.”

before i can even react to his words he puts his lips back onto mine, slipping his tongue in my mouth to let me taste myself. his fingers plant back onto my hips, helping me up to my feet so he can get out from underneath me.

“you go get yourself cleaned up and meet me back in the living room. i pray we weren’t gone too long for anyone to notice.” he whispers, fixing my hair from the sweat that beads on my forehead.

i nod to his words, giving him one last little kiss before he silently slips out of my bedroom. my try to regain my normal breathing patterns, my brain still fuzzy from my previous orgasm.

i obey luke’s wishes, tiptoeing to the bathroom to clean myself off. splashing water into my face to try to remove my blushing red cheeks. i walk back out to the bathroom, seeing everyone engrossed in the final minutes of the third period. i thankfully sigh, slipping back between the guys to sit back down beside luke. he offers me a light smirk, we both then back to the television, watching the game unfold.

[armadillo-arts]

So, I'm gonna preface this ask by saying: the beautiful Pony!Calamity Trio art you did on the Amphibia shared-canvas-thing got me thinking A LOT about the finer details of the Trio as Ponies–

That being said, after spending far too long pondering the subject myself, I'm curious— do you have any ideas for what the Trio's names would be as Ponies?

— @knave-of-clubs

(doodles in question for those who weren’t on this aggie a while back)

thank you!! they were fun to design! i have colored fullbodies of their show-age designs in the works too (sasha’s is done, marcy’s is lined, anne’s is sketched), so i wanted to try out rough concepts for their future designs as well. i’m sure i’ll make fullbody refs for their timeskip designs too at some point, though these are just kind of a “whenever i feel like it” project more than something actually on my to-do list, so not sure when that’ll be. i HAVE to make a darcy design too tho, it just sounds like the coolest thing ever.

the designs were mostly just for fun, so i don’t have a lot of the details figured out about the au as a whole, except that their species were chosen to align the “hierarchy” of their respective amphibians with the “hierarchy” of the pony species. plus they just fit the vibes this way.

it seems like it would be pretty similar to the show, honestly. they would still look just as weird to the amphibians as they did as humans, and the plot and character arcs wouldn’t change much from thinking off the top of my head. andrias’ desire for human tech would be a moot point because ponies don’t rely on tech of the same kind/the same way, but that’s not to say he wouldn’t absolutely find use of the ponies’ magic, especially if he found a way to harness it. i can see him really being intrigued by it after befriending marcy and seeing the power she holds in her horn even while possessed by the core (especially since unicorn marcy is likely to be incredibly gifted in magic)

i don’t think anne would gain her wings and horn when using her partial powers throughout tc and s3, but i think it makes sense/would be cool for the calamity powers to grant all three of them temporary alicorn status when fully activated. “the powers must stack when used in tandem! classic synergy buff” as marcy would put it. but the power isn’t everything, of course, and anne’s heart and sacrifice are still the factors that ultimately win the war for them.

as for names, i’ve thought some about it but haven’t really gotten to any definitive conclusions. their warrior cat names came to me pretty instinctively but pony names feel much harder 😭

it would be really cool if each of them had something tying back their calamity trait ingrained in their names from the start, tying them to the prophecy long before they became remotely aware of it, but i’m not sure what words would make the names still sound natural and not obvious. ofc the prophecy’s not the only substantial thing about them and shouldn’t define them, it’s just cool in a “woooaahh it’s always been our destiny” kind of way. but not sold on it bc i can’t come up with any particular ideas lmao, plus i was already planning on incorporating the “three stars” part of it into each of their cutie marks so it’s not a concept i’ll likely likely end up sticking with. but as for specific thoughts for each girl, here’s where i’m at:

• i can see the “bright” from waybright being used as part of sasha’s name, and can see it suiting her. i feel like a fiery, warm, powerful feeling to her name in general suits her really well, both pre and post-redemption. she’s a protector at heart, it just takes her a while to learn to do it right, and that feels like it should reflect in her name. bright, wing, ember, blaze, flame, spark, etc. are all words i’ve considered for her, just haven’t settled on anything that really feels like her yet even though she’s the one i have the most ideas for

• anne is transfem to me in every universe, so her name needs to feel to me like something she would pick herself. pretty and feminine but not dainty. maybe floral. Lilypad Lotus is where i’m leaning. lotus like in my warrior name for her ties her back to her thai culture again which i’m also all for, and it just really suits her. i can also see her liking lilypad as part of her name, chosen before amphibia just because she thought it was pretty. her being kind of inexplicably drawn to it, only for the tangential relation to frogs to become such a massive part of her identity later. her “first name” being her own like in the show with her “last name” still being hers but also a draw back to her heritage, which would no doubt be different as a pony, but still could parallel the thai culture as much as possible

• marcy on the other hand has me completely stuck. she feels like she should be easy, but she isn’t. her character is too big to simplify her name down to her hobbies and interests like some pony names. the principles i used choosing her warrior name don’t really align here, because her warrior name is sparrowflight but she’s not a pegasus, so it doesn’t feel correct. i’d like some option where she can keep her plethora of nicknames (mar-mar, marbles, marshmallow, etc. having marble in her name somewhere might even be good), because that way she’d also have some tie back to her human name like if we were to use bright and lotus. some sort of name highlighting her intelligence feels right (i would probably say “bright” if it didn’t feel more right to give that to sasha), but it’s also not her only characteristic and shouldn’t be treated like all she’s good for, so it would have to be a healthy combination. a name highlighting her energy and hyperactivity as well makes sense pre-amphibia, but she definitely mellows out a lot after, so it would still need to be flexible enough to still feel like marcy at every period in her life. she’s still excitable and bouncy (eventually), but she’s an artist— she does Not have that kind of energy anymore 💀 we don’t know how connected to her culture she is, but we know she’s canonically fluent in mandarin at the very least, so there’s definitely a case to be made for choosing a taiwanese/chinese-inspired name somewhere in hers too, though i wouldn’t have any ideas without doing some more research first. and the whole thing gets even MORE complicated when you realize her name has to easily change to something else to become darcy’s name. there’s so many angles you could take marcy’s name in that there really doesn’t feel like an obvious answer

i’m definitely open to name suggestions for all three and cutie mark ideas for marcy and sasha (i already have one for anne. vague idea for sasha that i may just need to develop more, but once again stuck on marcy) if anyone has other ideas! i have a lot of fun making crossovers like this so i’m happy to receive more potential inspiration lmao

[lonewolflupe]

why do you draw them all so.... white

Hi anon, thanks for sharing your concerns!

This ended up a tad long, so please find my answer below the cut (: 

I’d like to start with the fact that the purpose of my art is to enjoy myself during my time off and to (hopefully) entertain the Tumblr clone community with my creations. I do not intend to hurt or attack any individuals or groups with either my art or my writings; if that happened with any of my creations, it was never on purpose and never my intention, and I do apologise for it.

Now back to the colours I use for my clones. I know mine aren’t the darkest skinned clones around, but I didn’t consider them exactly white either. I’m sorry to hear that’s your perception of my art. Although I really love TCW and TBB, I am saddened about some of the decisions the creators made, and I truly wish they’d incorporated more (or rather, any) Tem likeliness into the clones.

I’ve only started drawing humans a year ago, and to be fair, it’s been a struggle to figure out anatomy and proportions and such, and I’m still learning. I’ve gradually started to add more Tem likeliness into my art, mostly the facial features (I truly hope that it’s visible, because that’s really something I’ve been aiming for, and am still trying to improve).

I did colour pick a Tem ref for the colour palette I’m currently using, but that’s pretty tricky due to different lighting in photographs. I did use a darker tone at first, but since screens have slightly different colour settings, it looked great on my laptop, but ended up super orange on my phone?! So I did some experimenting, and ended up with the colours I’m currently using.

I’ve had ‘experimenting with colours’ (read: figuring out a ‘better’ colour palette for the clones) on my ever growing to-do-list for a while, but haven’t found the opportunity to sit down to do so. You see, I use a colour palette for all the different aspects: colours of the skin, lips, hair, eyes, and rendering like blush, shading, highlights, but also the lines of the face, lips, cheeks, scars, etcetera etcetera. So when I change the skin colour, I need to change almost all of those colours, because it would look off otherwise. And I simply haven’t found the opportunity to sit down and take the time to experiment yet.

As an artist, I’m always trying to improve my creations. Especially with being quite new to drawing humans, still figuring out how ‘we’ work, and with creating clones (for which we all have our own visions and headcanons about their appearances). So please be patient with me, I’m always trying to improve, and I’ll definitely look into the colour palette. And again, it was never my intention to offend anyone, and I’m truly sorry if I did.

Thanks for reading (: 

[nin-twst]

Welcome to Marga- I Mean- Maquiaville!

Part 2

SUMMARY: Yu gets a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity to accompany Vil to a prestigious film festival! That is to say... What horrors will ruin her somewhat peaceful school life this time?

A/N: asdl;kfjasd;lkfjs omfg i made it very rushed bc i was trying to finish this b4 classes start anyways drink water have fun enjoy <3333

(also there are refs to main fic oc lore so just lmk if u need some context/a quick reminder :))) )

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Yu stilled at Vil’s words. Orders. Plural.

“Clothes for us?!” Ace exclaimed. “What are you talking about?”

“Exactly as it seems.” Vil put his hands on his hips. “You all are getting your own set of clothes from Luxe. If you’re going to be walking around with me, you can’t be dressed like… that.”

“What’s wrong with our uniforms??”

Vil just glanced at them, scanning them from top to bottom. “Is it not obvious enough?”

“Me wearing Luxe…” Jamil muttered. “I could have never imagined…”

Ace chimed in, agreeing with the vice housewarden. But, Yu wasn’t as agreeable. In fact, she noticed that Azul was probably following her line of thought.

What did they have to do in return?

Sure, it was nice of Vil to do something as generous as giving them luxury brand clothes for free. But then again: Night Raven College student, remember? Nothing was ever that straightforward. Azul’s paranoia was probably right this time; something that expensive doesn’t just get written off as a freebie. 

“…I’m sorry,” Azul adjusted his glasses. “But I cannot accept that offer.”

Ace spluttered. “What?! What are you talking about?!”

“Something that expensive is never free. I’m sure Vil must have some of offer in his mind. I cannot simply accept this without knowing the full terms of service.”

“Yeah, sorry, but I have to agree.” Yu shrugged. “I don’t feel comfortable accepting something like this for free.”

“Good thing it’s not for free, then.” Vil snapped, causing the employees to start giving them their outfits. “I have many tasks for you four to fulfill while you accompany me during the festival.

He continued to explain as she was shoved behind a curtain, clothes hanging on a rack to her left. “Since this is a high profile event, I must be assigned bodyguards for my safety. Alas, having bulky bodyguards surrounding me is not good for my reputation.”

“Safety is important,” Jamil’s voice sounded from somewhere further away. “If anything, that would be a normal entourage for such a high profile event.”

“Nevertheless,” Vil continued, “That is where you three come in. While the public will see you guys simply as friends accompanying me, you will be in charge of my safety.”

“Three?” Ace shouted. “What about the magicless over there?”

It was quiet, but she could hear him click his tongue. “I was getting there. The prefects hall be my cameraman. He has a good sense of photography, given the ghost camera photos and her Magicam.”

“I don’t have a Magicam?” Yu was the first to step out of the changing area, immediately being rushed by the employees so that they could fix her hair.

Vil stepped out right after, giving her outfit an appraising look. “Your friend has one, and I recall some pictures you took during the VDC. It caught my eye.”

“Oh, is that why you started following her? She started freaking out when she saw that the Vil Schoenheit was following her.”

“…Of course.” Vil’s head was turned away from her as his hair was getting fixed. She squinted in suspicion. That sounded… off. 

Whatever.

As they all continued their idle chatter, everyone soon finished getting dressed with Vil’s stamp of approval after some small adjustments. 

“Man, this is sick!” Ace twisted his torso from side to side. “It’s such a perfect fit!”

“Of course,” the designer replied. “After reading your profiles, we made sure to make the perfect fit for both your build and personalities!”

“Profiles?” Jamil raised an eyebrow. “What profiles?”

The designer blinked. “Did you… not know?”

“We were unaware of the preparation done for this order.” Azul answered.

Ace slumped in on himself. “I’d rather not know what he chose to write about me…”

“Well-”

The designer went into the details of each design, and Yu had to admit she was impressed at his accuracy. Professionals really do know what they’re doing. Even her own outfit, while simpler compared to the others, reflected her practicality and self-confidence.

Next came Vil’s accessories as refreshments arrived. 

“An apple?” Grim commented. “Why’s it an apple of all things?!”

“Legend has it that the Beautiful Queen gave an apple to a young girl to make her dreams come true,” Vil responded. “Her kind, pure heart earned her the favor of Her Majesty.”

Yu hummed, diving into her own head to compare the two tales. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs… The legend of the Beautiful Queen… This surely was a twisted wonderland.

Heh.

“Guess that counts you out, huh?” Ace nudged the magical beast, who carefully retaliated with a smack in the face.

“Along with this outfit, the pair make quite a perfect match for the Beautiful Queen remake,” Vil continued on despite their bickering.

“So where’s our bags, huh?” Ace joked. “There’s no way we could afford something like that if we can’t even buy the clothes!”

“You do not need one, so you are on your own.” Vil huffed. “At least show a motivation to work.”

“Exactly.” Azul snapped. “Those who don’t work don’t eat, so they say.”

Do they? She didn’t think that necessarily applies in the case of luxury goods, but she wasn’t going to comment. They can have fun with those exorbitant prices. 

“Then I shall buy those shoes.” Huh? What were they talking about and why was Azul buying something? What’d she miss? 

“2,000 thaumarks?!” Ace exclaimed. “Imagine the reaction of your customers when they learn you spent their money on some expensive shoes?”

“Why is the merman buying shoes?” Yu whispered, earning a choked laugh from Jamil. 

Bidding the employees goodbye, they headed towards the next store. Where to next, she wondered. Food? More clothes?

“This is Félicité Cosmetics, isn’t it?!” Azul gasped.

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“Of course. They are one of the top cosmetic brands,” Vil commented. “Their all-natural ingredients and strive for better technology are perfect for catering to the elite.”

Yu took a slow walk around the shop, letting their voices fade into the background. All kinds of makeup was being displayed, but it was obvious that they were collaborating with the film festival. She picked up one of the bottles of lip gloss to inspect it closer. She had to admit it was some top quality stuff. 

“Would you like some assistance?” One of the employees walked up to her, smile on their face.

“Ah-” She put the bottle down. “Just looking. Vil’ll probably have some stuff for us anyways.”

“How about trying it out?” They gestured to a similar set to the one they gave to Vil. “A quick color match won’t hurt, right?”

Yu squinted. “What’s the catch?”

They leaned in. “We are very short-staffed… Given my instincts, perhaps you could help your friends perfect their look?”

“The cost for the trial?”

“Free of charge!”

“Deal.”

With very flimsy permission, she started experimenting with the given cosmetics. It had been a long time since she had to try and make herself look decent. When was the last time? Her wedding? No, there must have been a party or something that happened more recently…

“But- Do we really have to do something so time consuming?!” Ace shouted, catching her attention.

Vil gestured towards her. “It doesn’t have to be. Look- The prefect has done his full face in the time we have been in this store.”

“Huh?”

Azul leaned in to inspect her work. “A splendid job… Why don’t you assist me with my makeup, then? We must reach Vil’s standards, after all…”

Jamil nodded. “I can do the basics, but it would help to have your apparent expertise.”

“My what now?”

Vil huffed, a slight smile forming on his face for the briefest of moments. “It appears we have a hidden gem on our hands. Good work, Prefect.”

Yu was so confused. What about her makeup was so extraordinary????

Whatever. If she dwelt on it for too much longer, she might have an aneurysm. Boys will always be boys, she guessed. 

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I know it isn't necessarily why you do this, but I wanted to say thank you for all the refs you put out for free because they've really helped me with my body dysmorphia issues. Seeing actual real human bodies, presented as totally normal, and not a chiseled plasticky unattainable physique has helped me in my attempts to normalize my perceptions of myself. You're not a body builder or career athlete, and that's been hugely important to me, and I just wanted to thank you for it. Idk how you see it, but to me your willingness to 'put your body out there,' especially as a reference-- not for consumption as a sexy model ideal, but as a point of comparison for how normal human bodies look, move, and act in normal human life-- is serious bravery, and inspires me to be brave about my own body and personal demons, too. So again, thank you. You're a beautiful person outside and in. <3

OP, this has been a tough mental weekend and this message is lovely and very kind and brought a lovely, needed ray of sunshine to me today. ☀️ I am so happy that what I do is helpful in this way and though I could never have known this when I started, doing pose modeling for so long has also helped me deal with the many changes my body has taken as I had a child and as I approach middle age. I'm so proud of all my models for taking the same chance in putting themselves out there. Most models I've ever worked with (even the really fit ones!) have expressed some level of concern about being seen in this way and we all have decided it's worth it. I think each one of them is very brave. We all have little battles in our minds. I love that my poses can be a source of strength and encouragement to keep fighting for ourselves. ♥

[angrelysimpping]

Okay so I saw you post the thing about the soulmate au's and your tags are just so perfect I agree completely! Get deep into the lore. What if people date outside of their soulmates? What if the soulmate is some creep and you couldn't possibly imagine ever being with them? What if your soulmate dies before you ever meet them?

There's so much to think about with the au, and that's why it's my favorite.

ref-ing this a bit

PLEASE I LOVE THINKING ABOUT STUFF LIKE THIS

Contents: talk about how romantic relationships are “more important” than platonic ones; religion; GN!Jordan (they/them); multiple partners; mentioned toxic relationships; GN!Harper mentioned (they/them); named NPC shipping: GN!Briar/GN!Bailey (they/them); GN!Remy/GN!Wren (they/them); GN!Reader (you/your); super unstructured, more of a ramble than anything lol 

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I think it'd be pretty common for people to have relationships outside of their soulmate. Like, what are the odds you'd ever meet them, anyway? It's just super common to think that people would leave their relationship for their soulmate. 

And if your soulmate is a creep? Well, for one that reflects negatively on you but like, maybe they're like that because they haven't met you yet! So, yeah, you'd be pressured to get with your soulmate, even if they're a creep. Maybe especially if they're a creep, even. 

No, death in soulmate aus are fun to think about, I think anyway. Let's do my favorite soulmate type: soulmark's that only appear on the body after all parties reach age 18. So, you know how humans have stripes? I like to think the markings are the same. They're always there but cannot be seen until, yknow, it comes time. That said, some people (Harper) have been experimenting with ways to see the mark before its time. They just have to, well, figure out where the fuck it is. After the death of one of the mates, the mark becomes visible but looks more like a scar. I think it'd be a custom to mourn the loss of a soul mate never met. Or, an expectation, anyway. 

Now, one of my fav things to think about in soulmate aus is multiple soulmarks. 

Multiple romantic partners, each with a shared mark. One person with multiple marks but their partners only have a single one. 

Not just romantically either. Platonic soulmates. Maybe one person has multiple romantic mate marks and the others in the group only have platonic mate marks for each other. Or, uh, well, not. Having no romantic marks, but only platonic ones. Not being able to visibly tell the difference between romantic or platonic marks, the people involved have to figure it out for themselves. A culture like ours where romance is so prized above all else that people who are platonic soulmates often try so hard to have a romance that never works out. Or, platonic mates are looked down on. ‘What do you mean you’re only friends? You have matching marks! Don’t you want more?’

Non mates. People who are so important to shaping you as a person that there's a mark on your skin from it but it was never romantic or platonic. It's toxic. How so often the marks are romantic that it's debated if non mate marks even exist but they do and those relationships change you both so fundamentally that you've marked each other for the worse. One party taking advantage of that, claiming it's a romantic mate mark when it really, truely, isn't. 

And religion! The temple in DoL! Preaching purity until you meet your mate! Frowning upon multiple mate marks! Reinforcing the idea that all marks are romatic/can only be considered in a certain way! Considering dating someone you don't share a mark with as standing on the precipice of sin! 

Maybe even holding the belief that someone who is unmarked is completely “pure.” Members of the church having to hide marks that bloom unexpectedly late. 

Jordan. Waking up confused as their skin tingles. Shocked and mortified when they find the soulmark. To have a soulmark is a blessing and a curse. Blessing in having someone so important to them, for a match to have been made. Cursed because if they have a mate, surely they cannot give their whole self to the temple, could they? They'd have to leave their position in the temple if it became known. Luckily, it's hidden by their robes and hair. They'd be expected to confess the mark but…the temple is their everything. Isn't it a sacrifice of the greatest sort to bear a mark like this and still give body, mind, soul, to the temple?

People acting like palm readers, deciphering soulmarks and their meanings. Will you meet them? What are they like? A curve here means they're laid back, a point here means you equal them out. A mark on your throat surely means you'll marry quick, one on your wrist means it'll be a long engagement, while one on your ankle means you might never get married to your mate. 

Also, you know all those DNA testing companies? That but for soulmates. Coupled with, like, dating site mentality. Take a bath in a special wash that temporarily reveals your mark (unless you're like Harper and your mark is somewhere like your tongue). Stays around long enough that you take a picture of it and upload it to their site. Don't worry about how they're basically building a database of everyone's marks ;3

Oh, and you'll get dating sites where people just post a picture of their mark. I like to think that showing your mark is a bit of a social no-no. If your mark is in a visible place, it's considered “polite” to cover it with makeup or wear special clothing that covers it. Having a picture of your mark as a profile pic on a dating site is tantamount to having your tits out. 

Using the company version of seeing your mark before it blooms or submitting a picture of your already bloomed mark is…well, it's considered more tasteful. Only professionals see it and send you a notification if someone submits a matching mark. Don't …don't think about how ‘professional’ those professionals actually are. 

And celebrities! Hiding marks to keep up the illusion that they're still “on the market.” Rumors about what their marks are, where they're placed, what they look like. Curves? Sharp edges? Faded? Bold? People speculate about if dating celebrities actually have matching marks or not. 

God, the media. 

The romantic comedies of trying to date someone who doesn't have your matching mark. Those mark readers from earlier looking at marks and announcing if the couple are compatible enough. Those Hallmark movies where the engaged Big City Lady meets the Small Town Man she used to date, their growing attraction, Lady breaking off engagement even though her and her now ex have almost matching marks, realizing right before she confesses her feeling that, low and behold, they have matching marks. 

Horror movies where the camera pans over the Lone Survivors mark, exposed during the fight for their life, only to hard cut to where they've had to attack the Bad Guy, right over their matching mark. A psychological horror movie where the main character finds out that the person they married faked their mark. Human trafficker who gets tracked down Taken style after cutting the mark off a victim's body and mailing it to their mate. 

Sci-fi! Aliens who may have something that look similar to soulmarks but are they really? And people without soulmarks? Maybe this whole time their mate was out there in the universe because these other lifeforms don't have marks. AI. Robots. Machines built to be sex dolls with a programmable soulmark for those “hopeless romantics.” Horror mixed in. Someone going to an underground doctor to get their mark altered to match someone else, only to start losing their identity. 

DATING SHOWS. Love is Blind style show where contestants can't see each other's mark until after they're married. Occasionally a particularly daring contestant flashing their mark on live TV. Beyond scandalous. 

Ah, but I do also like to think of marks that appear when at least two members have reached adulthood. Just, entering into an already established relationship, one that already has its own dynamic and how a new person might change things. The complications of thinking, hey, this is my person only to find out there's someone else in the mix later. Or, struggling to understand why, maybe, if this person is supposed to be their soulmate, something feels like it's missing?

And it's you. 

You're missing. 

Hehe Bailey. Bailey and Briar. Matching marks. The marks on their wrists are so small, so faint, they could be mistaken for a mole. A beauty mark. A freckle. On the inside of their right wrists. 

Bailey rarely bothers to cover his, Briar never does. Neither put stock in the whole “soul mates” thing. Bailey less so than Briar, who likes to coo in the caretaker's ear about how they were meant to be business partners with a sharp, shit eating grin. Presses the tips of their fingers into the small, almost nonexistent mark on Bailey's wrist when they shake hands and laughs as Bailey scowls. Bailey is so loath to draw attention to the mark, they have to endure shaking hands with people, letting others touch something that feels far too intimate. Takes to wearing gloves but Briar always knows right where to press to make Bailey's eye twitch. 

Then, imagine their surprise when they both get an extra mark one day. Briar masking their own confusion by delighting in Bailey's bitter remarks about the new mark across their lower stomach and thighs. “You got a womb tattoo, Bailes.” Taking Bailey's glare in stride. They assume it's the same person this new mark has bloomed for. What are the odds otherwise that they both just so happen to have another person so important to them that the universe etched a mark into their skin AND they turn 18 on the exact same day? And do they hide your marks? Bailey's is covered by clothes. Briar, of course, leave theirs out on display, grinning lazily when someone spots the new mark, their eyes widening in surprise. 

Bailey notices your matching mark with Briar first, eyes flitting to the dark stripe over your knuckles. Frowns, might snap at you to cover up your mark, not flaunt it around, unless you wanted someone to take it as an invitation. You probably think they mean how society as a whole usually views marks as intimate in nature. They hope you do. Might be nice to see your eyes go wide if they dragged you to the industrial district and threw you at Briar's feet.

Briar, in turn, finds Bailey's twin mark sprawling across your skin. They haven't noticed the careful makeup applied to your hand, hiding your matching mark with Briar. But who wouldn't notice the mark as you strip on stage? A bit bold of you, isn't it? Showing off like that in a place like their brothel. Makes the crowd go wild. A slow grin curls across their face, eyes glinting as they take in each curve and bend of the mark. It's not often Briar gets to truly tease Bailey how they like, the caretaker swearing and grumbling under their breath when Briar's hands dip beneath their clothes. But, they've seen that new mark. Up close. Personal. Doesn't take them long to find their mark's twin on your hand now that they start properly looking for it. Places their hand over yours, making sure there's no way for you to miss the mark across their knuckles before pointedly asking if you have anything you'd like to share. 

Remy and Wreeeen. It's on their collar bones. A furious, ragged horizontal line that looks almost like a wound. Wren all laughs and playful nips when they have the chance to corner Remy, mouthing at the mark. Wren usually lets theirs peek out, but flushes when they actually lose their shirt in games and you see it in full for the first time. Of course, you can't match it to the one Remy bears, the farmer is always covered. Though, once, in a scuffle, (your horns catching on their shirt as they try to pin you down during milking time; gripping their shirt in a moment of panic after your horse threw you and Remy came to help you up; a single second of pure, uncontrollable rage as Alex's fields burn, yanking the farmer to you by the front of their shirt, fabric tearing) you catch sight of it and the farmer bristles in indignation when you spot their mark. 

Of course, Wren is the more mellow of the two when a second mark forms for them both, though it'd be a lie if the smuggler claimed they're completely fine with the situation, mind whirling as they think of all the new possibilities. Oddly enough, it's more likely for Remy to find you bare the pair's new matching marks. They don't take it well. Even if you've never chewed grass, never laid eyes on the upstart farmhand across the way, they're pissed that not only they have a second person so damn important to them that they have a mark to tie you two together, but it has to be you? Some orphan, one of Bailey's wards? Isn't it bad enough that they're stuck with Wren? The smuggler always seems to think those dumb marks give them the right to slink into the estate proper late at night, paw at their clothes and mouth at their neck. Now they got another lil shit bound to them? And to Wren? They thought Bailey was supposed to have the shit luck of their group!

Wren…is actually a bit shocked when they learn you're the person the new mark is for. Like, they assumed the new marks were for the same person. Like, what were the odds that Remy and them would each get a new mark on the same day? But, really, you? Damn, they knew they had fun playing with you but this is just the cherry on top! Well aware of the complications that might arise with you being who you are, but already planning how to best spin this. 

[marriedtobedsy]

I stood on the ice and waited for the referee to finally drop the puck. But right now there is still talk and discussion about a penalty for Denmark. I saw from the corner of my eye how a player from the opposing team comes to you and brakes right next to me.

"Is your weird girlfriend here? Certainly not because she is only with you because you are a famous ice hockey player"

I ignore his sayings even though I prefer to punch him in the face.

"She's just a puck bunny and a stupid whore"

From that moment it was enough for me. I dropped my gloves and dropped my stick and hit him in the face so hard that he fell to the ground. in seconds he got up again and we went against each other. a few teammates also attacked him. referees came to separate us but I didn't want to part with him until he is best faint. we landed on the ice and still didn't stop. after a few more seconds they could finally separate us. I dab my bleeding nose on my sleeve but I had Several sores in the face. I drove to the penalty box and still sit down with rage.

y/n:

From our hotel room in Prague I could watch the game comfortably on TV. Connor had already scored two goals and I was incredibly proud of him. I can't wait to kiss him later. I watched Connor on the blue lines and waited for the refs to finally make a decision. A player from Denmark drove over to Connor and started talking to him. I didn't think much about it but when I looked at the TV again the next moment I saw Connor who is just beating up exactly this player. I knew That it had to be something bad the connor never fights. he avoids most bad situations. but this time. I started to worry. after a few moments the referees were finally able to separate the two and I saw connor driving to the penalty box. he sat down and exactly at the moment the camera changed to his perspective. I saw his bleeding face and still saw his anger in his otherwise so beautiful eyes.

The game continued and in the last minutes of the game, thank God nothing more happened. When the game was finally over, I waited impatiently for him. I ran the hotel room up and down and thought about everything. When after an hour our door finally opened, I immediately jumped to the door. He hadn't even entered the whole hotel room and I already fell around his neck. I already felt that something was wrong. He immediately wrapped his arms around me. We stopped for a few seconds until he says: "let's go in"

I nodded and separated myself from him. I let him come in completely and went to the bed to sit down on it. He closed the door and sat down next to me. I looked at him and looked at his whole injury. I got up, went into the bathroom and got a few things to treat his wounds. I settled down next to him and carefully began to clean his wounds with a cotton pad and disinfectant.

"He said bad things about you" it came sadly from him

"Hmm?" I asked him confused

"He thought you were a..." he hesitated and I knew it wasn't a good thing.

"Do you start the beating because of that?"

He nodded. I was in tears because no one has ever done anything like that for me.

"Oh Connor, you didn't have to do that"

"He said these bad things and I couldn't help it y/n.. no one has the right to say something like that about my girlfriend!!"

A tear ran down my cheek and hugged him very tightly.

"Thank you connor"

I felt his breath on my neck. His hands led me to his lap and he closed his arms around me.

"I love you y/n"

"I love you more connor"

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@cheriwritesig 💕

[arsenal-womens-1]

Secrets of the pitch part 2

1 minute left, there was no possible way to win; we had lost the World Cup.

 

I sit on the bench, knowing that it was all over everything I had worked for since I was 3. I would never get the only trophy I really ever wanted. I watch the ref as she brings the whistle up to her lips. The girls drop, and the Spanish players run to each other. 

 

I just sit there and watch everything. All I have ever wanted was that dam trophy. We were so close, and now I'm retiring without it. Nobody knows about that yet. I want to try and play this next season with Barcelona, but I honestly don't know if I can. I've not talked to Lucy about it yet. I probably should, but that's for a later date. 

 

I walk on to the pitch, and Alexia comes over and hugs me. I hug her back and let a few of my tears fall. She goes to say something, but she's called over by 🤮 i don’t like him

 

Time skip 

 

We walk to get our medal. As we walk past the trophy, it reminds us of what we lost. Why couldn't we just win? next the Spanish players get them. I sit on the floor because my knee hurts badly. We all watch the Spanish team lift the trophy. 

 

We get our stuff, and don't change, going on the bus back to the hotel was quiet. Me and Lucy are sharing a room. I go into the bath room and start the shower. I let the tears fall. How was I going to tell Lucy? I can't yet. 

 

Time skip to getting back to Barcelona 

 

Me Lucy and Kira just got off the plane. Mapi and Ingrid are picking us up. We go to baggage claim and pick up our bags. Going out to the exit we see them standing there. We hug and don't say anything. The car ride back to our apartment was quite. Nobody knows what to say. 

 

It's been about an hour since me and Lucy got back to the apartment. We have just been cuddling on the couch, not saying anything. "Lucy, we need to talk." She sits up and has mixed emotions on her face. "Yeah, what's up? What's wrong?" I just look at her "Lucy, I'm going back home." 

 

She has a confused look on her face."When will you be back?" looking away, knowing what I'm about to say is going to start a fight."I'm not coming back." She gets up."What are you talking about? You can't just go back there. You have a contract here. We have a house here." I try to get her hand."Lucy, listen to me." She doesn't, and just goes to the bed room. We had both said we were never going back to Manchester because of what happened there. She didn't let me finish".

 

about 10 minutes later I walk up to the door "Lucy we need to talk ". getting no response. I decided to open the door and see her asleep. It's 9:30 pm. We have a meeting in Barcelona tomorrow, so I just get in bed and go to sleep. Hopefully I can talk to her about it tomorrow

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Ok so I've decided to make this more then 2 parts but what do you all think happened at Man City that would make Lucy have that kind of reaction

Stay safe eat drink water have a good day/night

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[midnight1nk]

you think there’s a reason the eyes in red goo is eyeballs 🧿 round as opposed to 👁️ like your horus theory in the black goop?

say, fellas, did somebody say goop!4? :D

(yeah I absolutely had to ref a KH meme)

We’re back at it again and ah yes, the red monster. Though it isn’t soaked in hidden details as the black goo is, it’s just as intriguing as another parasite. Not just by the shape of the eyeballs itself, but the symbolism of its form and connection to its host as well. As much as I can write a whole college thesis on this, let’s stick with the eyes for time’s sake. So, a bit of a fair warning: it had to be shortened for such purposes.

[Before we go on, let’s remind ourselves about the themes of IGBP, which include to some but not all: perfectionism, flaws/insecurities, all types of love. If you’re familiar of the theory’s eye of horus, then you should be good to go 👍 Ok? Coolio!]

As seen in the eye of horus and the black goo, the eye imagery/symbolism is a big part of IGBP, and props to the Team for making choices like this. Yes, I think there’s a reason the red monster has round eyeballs, leaning more so in the design side of it than the mythology.

MYTHOLOGY

Speaking of, let’s get it out of the way since it’s a pretty short section. Eyes overall are usually a symbol of knowledge, fate, power. But the biggest one underlying them all is sacrifice. In Norse mythology, Odin gave up an eye in the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. In Greek, Odysseus’s crew blinded Polyphemus in order to escape the cave after several men were killed, or seekers losing something valuable to the Graeae because of their eagerness, in exchange for a peek into the future. In Egyptian, it’s order rolling downhill into chaos, insecurity in the gods’ power and rule. I guess you can say 4 was sort of right: perfection requires sacrifice. (And this will come in handy later on!)

FROM 2D to 3D

Let’s talk about the design between the black goo and the red monster, shall we?

The black goo, mostly its eyes, is likely a physical representation of 4’s main two sides: his perfectionism and true flawed self. The goo itself, never having a permanent form symbolizes the chance to change, character development, while its passive nature shows 4’s protectiveness for his friends (I'm simplifying here).

As you observed anon, the eye designs are more almond-shaped, as if they were part of a living being and have eyelids/lashes. As if the eyes were human.

Now, comparing them with the eyes of the red monster, yes it’s part of the monster itself, but it sets a different tone. These eyes are REAL, not the sketchy doodled eyes on the goo. Have you ever noticed how a lot of horror involves these wide, round eyes? It’s because it feel inhuman (despite the fact that it is in some cases) and it leaves you creeped out and uncomfortable. Even worse that they don’t blink, just staring. In turn, it leaves you doubting whether or not it’s natural, which isn’t for our red monster here. Even the keyboard merged with some of the red monster isn’t natural.

Strange, isn’t it? Because, in the artist world, the audience tends to seek out whichever artist who can do the most realism. Autonomy, color. And unfortunately, some people look down upon other art, like the cartoon debate.

Then, there are those people, who call themselves “artists”, stealing other people’s work to make… trash (and I’m not going to name what it is in fear that it’s going to come back to bite me). Their “attempt” in realism can easily be shut down as simple as counting fingers. So-called perfection crumbling down by how inhumane it feels, compared to someone growing and changing with what they can craft with their own two hands.

CIRCLES & SPHERES

Tell me: what exactly is a circle?

Whether you see it through a mathematical or design sense, there’s a fact that will always be true: a circle is a perfect shape. And if you know that, then naturally, it means that a sphere is a perfect form.

[If there are any Arcane fans out there, then you would know that the creative team intentionally had everything as irregular forms, imperfect. Even the characters' eyes. Except for the hexcore. This is the only object in the show that’s perfect, and the whole story revolves around it, the Arcane. The catalyst.]

The thing is, for the red monster, not every eyeball is exactly perfect. Some pupils are oval-shaped. Some are either yellow or brown, and are misplaced all over the monster. And yet, these eyes have a more solidified and complete form than the rest of its features. The uneven teeth, its slimy texture, a huge amount of monstrous tentacles.

With all that was talked about previously, think about this: eyes, used as a physical representation of self-value, are trying to reach perfection, and, as truth be told, the rest of their form was sacrificed, leaving an incomplete body. For the pursuit of perfection, the red monster.

And for that, I’ll leave it here for this ask. Otherwise, I’m going to end up making a 2-hour YT essay on this theory, and I’d turn into ash endgame-style. To be fair, this shortened version is more circumstantial(???) than anything, but it is something I believe in. Don’t be afraid to leave a comment if you want me to clarify something! <- says the crazy theorist who loves to talk about goop!4 at every chance they get

thanks for the ask, anon!

[cowboywritersworld]

Can I prompt Fem!Reader wants to join the TJD but has to *show* it. When she loses against her opponent in front of TJD they leave. When the Reader is mocked & laughed at by her opponent the Reader suddenly snaps & attacks her, showing ruthlessness for the first time. While being interviewed backstage about what just happened Reader is encountered by Damian Priest who on behalf of TJD welcomes her to join them after what they saw.

Determination

General Masterlist | WWE Masterlists |

Requests are: OPEN

Characters: Rhea Ripley, Dominik Mysterious, Finn Balor, Damian Priest, JD McDonagh, Reader, Tiffany Stratton

Prompt: Can I prompt Fem!Reader wants to join the TJD but has to *show* it. When she loses against her opponent in front of TJD they leave. When the Reader is mocked & laughed at by her opponent the Reader suddenly snaps & attacks her, showing ruthlessness for the first time. While being interviewed backstage about what just happened Reader is encountered by Damian Priest who on behalf of TJD welcomes her to join them after what they saw.

AN: I know it has changed now, but you can read under characters, who it involves.

If you want a part two, send me an ask with a detailed idea, or I'll find something to write.

Ever since you got called up from NXT to the main roster - Raw - you have your eyes set on joining the Judgement Day.

You feel sure of yourself, you just know that you would be a perfect fit with those guys, but it's not that easy.

~ Ehy doll, you want to join us? Prove it. Next week, you against someone Pearce decides. We'll watch closely. Don't let us down or waste our time. ~

It had been Dominik who had told you that in an interview backstage. His words still swim in your head while you wait at Gorilla for your music to hit.

Today is your day, Pearce has chosen Tiffany Stratton as your opponent and you can't stand that girl at all. So full of herself, - even more than you -, her voice just irritates you on so many levels. As your music finally hits, you get out, focused on what awaits you in the ring.

As you go down the ramp, you can see the members of Judgement Day already out there, but you try not to let that faze you. You just have one match ahead of you and maybe you can join them.

"And her opponent... Y/r/n!"

You get in the ring as the announcer says your name and grin at Tiffany. As soon as the referee calls to ring the bell, you attack her, but that girl provokes you, making you angry as the match goes on. She gets the win after a low blow the ref didn't see, pinning you easily for the three count.

Fatality wants, that as you lay down in the ring, you are facing the ramp, so you can clearly see their unsatisfied faces as they start going back.

You close a hand to a fist and get up, shoving the referee away, before you hit Tiffany on the back, sending her to the mat. You get on top of her, you can see her grin.

"Oh? What is this all about? Can't accept the fact that you lost to someone like me? Or deep inside you know that you'll never get accepted by... Them?" She teases you while she points to the ramp, where the Judgement Day has now stopped and is watching you." Guess you are not as though as you thought."

"Shut. The. Hell. Up!" You don't want to hear her anymore, you don't want to see that stupid grin anymore. Rage fills your heart and your body. You can't... You start hammering down on her, punches, slaps... Tiffany almost can't keep up with you anymore. You can barely hear anything, while the crowd gasps in shock.

Someone tries to shove you off of her, but you get free once again and hit her more. It's only when Adam Pearce gets involved, that you stop and retreat, without looking back. Your heart is racing very fast and threatens to break out of your chest. What you just did is destabilizing you, because it is the first time ever that you had such a violent reaction. You try to go to the locker room to gather your thoughts, but the interviewer stops you and you can't help but sigh for a moment.

"I am here with Y/r/n. You just lost against Tiffany Stratton, what does this loss mean to you?" She stepped aside a little, scared from your look.

"I had one job to do today and I failed. Like everyone else, I saw the look on the faces of Judgement Day's members. They weren't happy with the outcome." You say, frustrated. "Tiffany cheated to get this win, I may have lost my possibility to join them, but she paid the price afterwards." You add, sharp.

"Speaking about that... What has gotten into your mind, to attack her like that?" The interviewer asks and you can simply fake a smile to the camera.

"Frustration...? I was nervous because she mocked me the whole match and even before I attacked h-" You can't go on, because someone joins the both of you.

"What you have done after the match... That was what we were searching for in you, Y/r/n." He grins at you, towering you with his height. "You have earned your place here. On behalf of the whole Judgement Day, welcome." He looks at the interwiever. "Now, if you'll excuse us."

He starts walk away and you follow him quickly, a happy smile on your lips.

[lynxfrost13]

LYNXXXXXX for the ask game..... 1 for sonderbar and 3, 6 and 14 for pebble 🥹🥹? I heart him fuckkk also. 20 for voel pretty please.....

RENEEEE TY FOR THE ASKKK

Sonderbar

What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

I wish I could say more, but I just went "what if a replika thought they were a different unit" and from there I thought going from a really low ranking/common unit to one of AEON's top dogs would be really fun to explore!

3. How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

OKAY I actually have the exact time and date of her conception for you: July 22nd in the year of our lord 2024

^ This was the original thought that led to her, but I didn't make her intro post until August 3rd, which is definitely when she became the Sonderbar we know today, I remember spending a solid chunk of time trying to name her and work out some of the more fun details about her that night, like her arm defect! Also I think I have mentioned it before but she was originally very different character wise, she was a lot more of a real threat and not at sierpinski, and even had gotten a destabilized adler unit to be by her side in that version of her which I did think was a really neat idea!! However I am very happy with the beautiful girl I have today, idk something about her being much less able to become a falke in the setting she's in really gets me and feels more realistic to the setting of sierpinski/signalis to me.

Pebble

3. What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

Appearance! And he's changed a bit since then! I went through and dug up his first ever art pieces for you for fun! The first pic was his birth into the world... 4 years ago... shortly shortly followed by his first ref... looking at my old art of him is wilddd but here's his progression from 2021 -> 2022 -> 2024

6. What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

Tbh he was just made for the aesthetic at first, I originally tried to make him look more like many types of river rocks but settled on the stone and moss look. He's also originally from wings of fire so I also took into account what type of dragon he'd be: a mud/sea hybrid! He gets his fins and glow spots from the seawing side, and his chunky solid build from the mud :)

14. Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

Idk if song lyrics count but I'm counting them, Karma by AJR is THE Pebble song and if I had the skill and patience the animatic I'd make would be legendary... these lines especially I think are really defining for his character:

Time, I know we're out of time But what if sad thoughts come and I can't stop it Bye, I don't wanna say bye If only I could keep you in my pocket...

^ I say it's very character defining mostly because although he's sort of in sotry/lore limbo right now (the amount of retcons and rewrites he's gotten... I might yap abt those one day) Pebble's always managed to have this core theme of moving on from grief funnily enough. He does lose someone important to him (again kind of old lore, originally he lost a partner -> changed to child -> partner again -> in limbo again but I think it might become a loss of a best friend and/or partner. This is up in the air rn mostly because at the time I wasn't happy with how those other versions of the character existed solely around Pebble and weren't really characters in their own right. Perhaps this is hell). I really have to work on my wof worldbuilding and Pebb's story again tbh, he deserves it and now you've got me thinking about him again... I actually also might put him into Voel so that leads into a nice transition lmao!!

Voel

20. Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

aw fuck this is gonna be such a long post I don't think I've done a true yap sesh abt Voel yet... I'm gonna try to keep it to the bare bones but THERES SO MUCH I WANNA YAP ABT AND WORK OUTTT AUGHHH a lot of this text is copied from random discord places where I've already done some talking so I'll put that stuff in quotes

Also just for fun but I think it does better at giving the vibes for everything is my eternally in progress pinterest board for Voel + the lands and races here

"So the background for how this world was formed into what u see on the map is that originally, the world was a barren and dry wasteland inhabited by one single being, Arvellis (names are being workshopped rn). They only knew the world they were born into but fell in love with it despite it being incredibly harsh to live in. They spent their entire life exploring the wasteland hoping to find someone, anyone to share it with, but eventually they realized and accepted that they were completely alone. Their heart couldn’t take the grief, and they died (rip lonely guy 😔). Their body was full of a lot of potent magic though, and so as it rotted and as its blood seeped into the ground, it became the catalyst for life on Voel! There was also a small explosion of that potent magic caused by the heart upon dying, which is why there’s the lake where it is. Arvellis was HUGE so parts of their body are still easily recognizable as landmarks present day, notable the ribs in the desert, and south Quara's islands are made up of skull fragments"

Okay so that's how everything is created and from there I've got those 4 main regions with their respective races:

Thros is the primarily rocky desert region (formerly grassy plains, scrapped that though). The Throsians inhabit it, they're inspired by a mix of real life animals (long distance running plain mammals, wasps, pangolins, etc) as well as buggy type aliens and the draenei race from warcraft. Here's some old ass sketches from when I finally solidified a lot of their features, I think the bottom headshot and the headshot next to the big YES are the most accurate to what they look like. Originally I considered making them mammals but idk about that... I might still keep them mammalian but get rid of the small sexual dimorphisms they had. They've got weird ass sturdy feet that are built for both running on rocky and rough desert terrain, and along with their long legs they're also very long jumpers. These guys can run for ages at a steady pace because of gill-like structures on their torsos that help them take in more air as they're in motion, and they've also got their tails for balance!

Culturally I'm still figuring a LOT out for these guys but Throsian cities are kind of cool in that they're inspired by paper and potter wasps in terms of how organic they look. This was a super rough sketch from a while ago kinda showing that. All Throsian cities apart from their "capitol" one (which is essentially just the crossroads city so it's big bc there's a lot of Throsian commerce happening as well as travel) are nestled into the ribs of Arvellis. Yeah the dead giant guy. His ribs over time turned into stone and fragments + whole bits are scattered across the entire desert. The cities being nestled in and on there is also practical since it keeps them in a cool location with less sun beating down on them. Also it's cool as fuck to live right on the bones of a dead god.

Quara is a little weird in that it's kind of spread out, and the Quarans as a people are also generally split into three groups based on their region + regional culture divides. They're essentially fish folk/mermaids with legs lmao. Here's some ancient ass brainstorming from early last year, they were originally ALL called Tideborn before I swapped to the general name of Quaran for the race so sorry if it's a bit confusing.

"For a long time the tideborn as we know them today were united under one leader and they were a very strong unified nation across Voel, with lots of underwater highways of a sort connecting the different islands. Slowly over time though cultural and physical differences grew and they sort of just naturally drifted apart into individual little groups. The southern tideborn and northern tideborn are often in disagreement over how to best worship the tidemother and tend to not get along present day as a whole in terms of culture (there are lots of individual exceptions of course, and city dwellers intermingle much more). It’s not a hostile relationship, they keep up a business relationship and trade often, but each thinks the other has the wrong idea. Southern tideborn really stick to the idea of the tidemother as a wanderer first and then protector. And they tend to have much smaller but more frequent villages, with many of them passing through the villages and acting like wanderer knights of a sort (I love knights. Fish knights. Let me have this)

Whereas the tropical tideborn think more along the lines of, protector over wanderer. They have strong, large fortified cities that are connected to each other and from there they protect people much more locally (and if needed they can send their people in huge groups to assist during like. Natural disasters, disease spreading, etc on a more global scale)

The temperate water Tideborn are kind of a weird middle ground? They’re not wanderers in the sense that their southern cousins are, but they tend to be traveling merchants and entertainers and such instead (they see that as a way of helping people too. Not just saving them from danger but providing goods and stories) and their influence on both of their brother groups has led to this odd little coalition that serves as a loosely united leadership for the tideborn as a whole."

This is all hella old and some things have changed but most of it is still true. The Tidemother is the deity that all of the Quaran cultures revere regardless of their differences!! Also I made it a lil confusing but Northern Quarans are the tropical fish variant, Southern are the arctic fish variant, and the temperate Quarans are a mix of tropical, arctic, and freshwater/river fish variant. Northern Quarans tend to physically be shorter,more slender and naturally have lots of bright colors and patterns, Southern Quarans on the other hand tend to be very large size wise. They're both taller and usually more heavyset since their bodies adapted to storing more fat for the colder enviroment. Again the temperate Quarans aren't as fleshed out but they have a lot more variety in terms of body shape, but color wise they're never as eye catching as their northern cousins.

Culture wise something that has changed is Southern Quarans do also have a few small fortress type cities, nowhere near the scale of the north though. I really struggled figuring out the general architecture style for both south and north Quara, but I think these rough sketches do a decent job of showing what I want. Sorry abt my handwriting but yeah! Northern Quarans tend to have very organic and round strucutres with lots of open space due to the tropical climate. A lot of their structures are inspired by conch shells and underwater organics, and their cities also tend to be very busy visually, with a lot of buildings intertwined/ stacked which can almost make it feel like the city is crawling on itself. Although the building layout is super busy, Northern cities do always have a clear and wide main highway going in and through. Southern Cities on the other hand are very bare bones at first glance. They can come off as very cold and rigid and that's bc Southern Quarans love their inorganic structures. They use a lot of hard straight edges for their structures, with really tall ceilings and neat square or rectangle layouts. It's not that they don't like incorporating organics, but they like them contained and orderly. If you go up to any South Quaran city wall it's guaranteed to be intricately carved, either with artistic depictions of historic figures, animals, etc or just patterns.

OH also fun detail since I will be talking about the skeleton of a magic system that I have rn, but Southern Tideborn have a tradition of getting magical tattoos as a sort of coming of age ritual.

So next up is Dekthros and its draconic citizens, the Dekthrians! I'm currently in the process of reworking them to try and make them fit a little better into the world/not be just generic dragons/dragonfolk because I worry that they are (Ultimately I'm creating all of this for myself BUT that's exactly why I want to change things). So the fun thing about the Dekthrians is that they all mostly live in the mountain region of Voel, but they live underground since that region has a lot of naturally sprawling caverns. Think of like how expansive and huge the new minecraft cave enviroments are and how sometimes they don't even feel closed in, that's basically what it's like. The big thing the Dekthrians have going for them is that they're generally known for their skill when it comes to crafting and forging weapons, armor, and jewelry, and their cities aren't called Forge Cities for nothing. At the center of each city is a giant forge and crafting center, inspired by Ironforge and dwarf architecture from warcraft (all of their aesthetic is generally warcraft dwarf inspired. There is a theme here of me taking a lot of inspo from warcraft aesthetics lmao). Another thing I think is really awesome is that the Forge Cities aren't isolated, but there's a lot of different smaller settlements in pockets of the underground all connected by major underground tunnels. An easy and safe way to travel through the otherwise very harsh mountain range is by just traveling the cave system, it's well lit and easy to go on foot or via other transportation modes, and there's plenty of points where someone could stop and spend a night resting. I've done almost no art when it comes to Dekthros or its inhabitants but here's a really fast concept scribble I did a while ago for a tunnel/forge city. They tend to have a lot of bridges built across for accessibility, and Dekthrians tend to layer their homes vertically since the caves allow for that. They literally just dig into that rock and live there!

Physically I don't have too much to say about the Dekthrians other than they're mostly built like the typical western dragon... but I'm planning on fleshing them out at somepoint to allow for variation from their chunky bulky builds (I have to work it out, but I'm planning on potentially a variant that lives on the coast, mostly as an excuse to put Pebble into Voel lol, but also a more serpentine/cloud serpent inspired high altitude variant...). The cool things that I do have about them though are some of their cultural bits, mostly their visage crafting and their funerals. The visage crafting is partially in limbo right now as well due to figuring out what the limitations should be and if it should even exist as it is right now, but essentially a coming of age thing that most Dekthrians participate in is designing and crafting their own tool/weapon/accessory of choice that the also enchant to give them a smaller form more similar to the size of the other Voelian races as a way to integrate better (Dekthrians are the largest of all the main races, with Quarans and Throsians being in a similar range and Teelans varying more... I'll get to them later tho). Again I do have to workshop it but I really like the idea of it being a big deal in their society to spend a long time designing something that's just right for you!! Whatever a Dekthrian makes/chooses is pretty permanent in that making another visage is incredibly difficult due to the magic system I'm also still working on!!

Anyway the other thing I think is really neat about them is their funerals because they go all out. Some more copied text coming up

"it ties into the idea of their primary god being The Mourner... The Dekthrians build off of this and their traditional funerals are basically these very beautiful parties. Everyone is invited regardless of whether they knew the person that died, because this is a chance to get to know them now. The entire thing lasts several days, with the first day being the cremation (burial also happens but is less common. Each family member contributes to the lighting of the fire in cremation) and families tend to have a place where their visage tool is stored afterwards. Not much else happens the first day apart from a quiet moment for personal mourning. The next day is when festivities are expected to start, and these differ from group to group on length and what they do during them. Some parties last a couple days, some last up to a month (tends to happen with popular figures or leaders). The common things in all of them are stories, incredible food, and lots of games. Most Dekthrians try to do activities that the dead person would’ve enjoyed, so maybe poetry reading would happen at one, or there would be a concert at another, etc. It’s a lot of fun and they do a really good job of not just partying but also remembering that person. The last day, whenever it is, usually has a big send off to the deceased, where everyone gathers and a nighttime fire display with lots of colors (magical fireworks basically) marks the end of the ceremony."

Theyr'e the only race whose funeral/death rites I've fleshed out, I do want to get around to everyone else eventually.

Okay last of the races are my favorite children, the Teelans! Aesthetically they're heavily inspired by both the brokers from warcraft and a lot of cool pottery and mesoamerican art and architecture! Here are the brokers for fun because I think they deserve more love (#1 broker fan here they were the best thing to come from shadowlands and I'm dying on that hill)

Teelans are a funny race in that they are technically constructs (animated beings that are usually crafted/sculpted/grown etc) but they're fully sentient and intelligent, where true constructs might have some personality they're ultimately made for a purpose and aren't sentient. The super fun thing about the Teelans is that they're essentially living clay dolls, and a huge part of their culture is self expression and body modification. The variety you can get in size and shape in these guys is one of my favorite things about them, here's some old arts of them.

The blue "flame" is what separates them from true constructs and it's kinda like their soul/consciousness. They're really hard to fully kill because of that, you'd have to completely pulverize their body and leave it unsalvageable. Also a fun thing is that the way Teelans are "born" is via an enchanted mud pit that they emerge out of all goopy -> they then dry out into a very basic humanoid shape and from there they start making adjustments and modifications themselves as they progress through life. They also can't die from old age! I feel like I don't have as much I want to say about them but another thing I think is neat and that transitions semi nicely into other stuff is that Teelan homes are true constructs. Teelan cities technically CAN just get up and move anywhere anytime because most buildings are animated constructs!!

I also don't have a lot to say about constructs apart from what I've already said, but I do want to point out a notable one called the City Colossus. No one really knows who animated it or why they did it (it's theorized that it woke up/was "born" due to a high saturation of god blood in that region...) but the Colossus is always traveling around Voel, and it's become a weird mobile trade hub of sorts. There's again, still a lot I'm working out like whether all of the races inahbit the city -> or if I want to make someone new OR I have considered leaving it abandoned and I do like that a lot. Anyway, the Colossus is completely harmless and just completes its route every year and I love it a lot.

The last thing I really wanna talk about is the magic system which is undergoing some serious reworking, what I can definitely say about it is that everything in this world does have magical properties of varying degrees, with organic creatures having more typically (an exception is the Teelans but they're weird). There's two primary types of magic that can be performed, enchantments and wards. Enchantments are usually assumed to be "temporary magic" and while that is true a lot of the time, the main difference between an enchantment and a ward is where the magic comes from. Wards come from a magic user drawing on their own magic, which is a lot more taxing and typically reserved for bigger permanent spells (for example, Quaran tattoos or Dekthrian weapons) where enchantments make use of other magic sources (so this would be like using animal and mineral ingredients or potion brewing to give temporary effects usually). It's mostly undergoing some reworking because I like it when magic is a little more grounded and has hard set rules, and I felt like earlier on Voel didn't have that! I'm currently trying to figure out the consequences of someone overusing ward magic, it's probably gonna involve just dying from being so drained buttt I'm also playing around with the concept of draining yourself of magic leading to something worse... idk as you can tell a lot of this is still very much being developed!!! That's basically all the big stuff but for fun and as a treat if you made it to the bottom of this, here's some different rough creature concepts for this silly world

[n30nallavita]

Context- I had been commissioned for this piece. Being in a financial pickle I picked it up and immediately set to work on it. Since I’m in need of money I put my all into the request to make sure it checked every box they could need. It turned out amazing I think! However I just checked our chat where I put the almost finished piece to find their account deleted. What’s worse is I had given them an update without my signature on it since it was unfinished and all…so if you see it floating around please message me!

Without further adeu~ the piece!

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I was messaged by the user Freaky (later changed to Dust) for the commission of their two Characters Brimstone and Karma. Ecstatic we began consultation!!

They decided on a photo reference from the anime “Soul Eater”. They liked the old anime style and requested their piece would be similar. That meant a full body with simple background but a lot of technique put into the old anime style! Ofc I wouldn’t shy away from the challenge (since my bills won’t shy away from me- the apple did not work on the doctor….no matter how hard I threw it)

Upon requesting their budget they said between 130-200$ which worked fine with me. I always tend to under charge anyhow. Due to my needs this time was no different. I assured they would receive updates to let them know how the piece was going and that I would collect their input on any fixes needed. They agreed and without further wait I began.

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[ T o o l s ]

✦ Cheap sketchpad

✦ Mechanical Pencil 7.0 lead

✦ My Phone (to send to the iPad)

✦ Fathers IPad (Im broke don’t judge)

✦ Procreate

✦ Color Pencil procreate brush pack

✦ Lineart procreate brush pack

✦Paint procreate brush pack

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ˏˋ°⁀✎ 🫎 P R O C E S S 🫎 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ˏˋ°⁀✎

Once saving the many provided refs I began by creating character reference sheets. Due to the customer not being artistic they provided me with several other commissioned pieces of their characters. Not all…looked the same… so I created these sheets to compile the parts that fit the personalities portrayed. Then I checked in with the user to figure out which features looked most like what they imagined for the characters.

Then I continued with the base sketch of the pose. The original reference for the pose didn’t entirely fit the characters so I chose to tweak it. I think I like the way they interact on the piece. I even made them doing rock paper scissors if you pay close enough attention! Karma lost but well…Brimstone would get what was coming for it later lol.

After all that it was finally digital art time!!! So I put my color references sent to me before adding the anime ref and my character refs. On the iPad I started with adding the details of the characters and sketching the pieces in further.

When that looked good I shifted the background a little to see it all before doing the motorcycle. (This is the first one I’ve ever drawn too- I know it’s funky! Don’t look too close)

Once the sketch was confirmed I began lineart. The title was changed to say Brimstone in big and in Japanese it reads “Freak Karma” the user of the customer and their second character.

Following that was color blocking which absolutely murdered me! I simply started with a big blob and did Alpha lock. Then I continued to block out base colors. Probably the worst experience of my life…goodness..

After I did a big dark brown layer with the opacity lowered for the look of a darker environment. From there I lightly erased the spots for lighting.

Then it was additional coloring and shading to the color block layer followed by additional erasing on the shadow layer. Building it up until I was satisfied.

Finally I did two layers- a layer for specific color lighting such as the flames reflection and the color to their skulls and a layer for the black and white liner.

All that was left was adding noise, Bloom, and a little bit of halftones to achieve the desired look.

With everything done I added my signature into the mirror on the bike!

ALL THIS ON ONLY 4 LAYERS! Due to the sheer size of the canvas (6000 pixels by 5000 pixels (ish)) I was only able to have 4 MAX layers. So pain…

🪳✨ Time ✨🪳

//this is the longest I’ve ever spent on a piece btw! (These are timed and rounded down to the simplest form. So these are all slightly UNDER what I actually did.)

Ref sheets 🎨 45 min

Layout Sketch 🔆 24.3 min

Digital Sketch 🛏️ 1 hour 30 min

Lineart 🍿 8 hours

Color Blocking 🥲 23 hours

Lighting + Final touches 👍 1 hour 25 min

Total- WAY TO FREAKING LONG! This has 26,543 strokes on it!!!!

Anywho! I hope you enjoy the piece as I sure as heck have not due to my suffering and now lack of money that I now have to try and find elsewhere with bills gripping my now every thought.

If you’d like to commission me I’ll have to ask for a base payment upfront now due to this situation. I am unable to spend such time to provide my very best just to be left when I truly need the money.

Thank you for your time!

[riddledeep]

FOP Sideblog Update - Sept. 2024

Hi! This lovely ol' sideblog's been tidied up in light of A New Wish! I have a new AU for New Wish works. Let's talk about it!

Main blog - @fountainpenguin

My FFN - My AO3

Sideblog masterpost

Housekeeping Updates

- New avatar - @zachbrightside and I updated our FOP sonas. Tossed the headcanon'd honorary pixie hat on mine! :) Shout-out to that one kid in "School of Crock" who wore this hat with no explanation. And squared my gal's wings! Experimented with pink and purple hair options, but I like the brown too much to change.

- Fixed all broken masterpost links - Checked 3 or 4 times, so let me know if you find something wrong.

- Added things to the masterpost that weren't there (Ex: Art section)

- Combed through every post and changed the bullet point system so they're easier to read, following format update from several years ago that condensed the spacing between bulleted items.

-> As part of this, I've used indents and dashes in place of bullets in many posts. I've also added periods on otherwise blank lines to force blank space, as the blank space is another thing we lost during that format update.

-> This is so posts will look better on the dashboard. The dots may seem odd when viewed directly on the blog, but it definitely makes it easier to not lose my place while editing long posts. Also, they should be more readable now than they would be if they're reblogged to others' dashboards without this change.

- I combed through the short bios and long profiles and divided paragraphs more. There were many bulky paragraphs that have now been divided in a way that should make posts - especially these big profiles - easier to read.

-> Cleaned the "Appearances" sections of the long profiles. They used to list each 'fic that character is in, but now they have a labeled AO3 link to works written by me that include that character. Sleek, clean, and automatically updates!

- Shout-out to me having Dale Dimmadome already down as one of H.P. and Sanderson's past godkids 5+ years ago. I knew that was my headcanon, but I did not remember that was on his profile and I'm glad it was, haha... oh no. I don't know what my plan is for that in light of New Wish, but I'll figure it out.

- Changed posts that called my canon Riddleverse Classic to say Cloudlands AU, since that's the new name for my series. Left the name Riddleverse for posts that encompass multiple AUs.

-> Updated my Icebreaker post with this and other new info

- Deleted any posts tagged as "Delete later"

- I have a lot of long profiles and other posts saved to my drafts from years ago. Once Tumblr shifted to the new format (including with the queue), it became so distressing and ever-changing that I struggled a lot to find my footing.

Ex: They took away line dividers, which I thought was frustrating since I used those on my long posts and found them helpful. I was holding out hope they'd return. - Some posts (like my wing refs and the giant 20k-word class overviews) kept getting flagged if I edited them, and I was worried I'd lose my stuff or have the account deleted - Back then, the queue would only tell me which day of the week something was posting, not which month or day. It was just overwhelming to create a schedule or keep track of my stuff, so I took a break from Tumblr in general.

These days, I'm much more comfortable with the editor and my queue is now more specific about deadlines. I look forward to posting here again!

I won't be on a schedule, and the big character profiles do take a lot out of me, but my plan back in the day was to release one a month. Might be able to get to there! If not, maybe the short bios.

Future of this FOP Sideblog

- More worldbuilding posts! I let this blog sit a long time because I felt like I'd said all my worldbuilding and the only thing to do now was profiles and bios (which I was reluctant to prioritize when I felt "behind" in my 'fics).

However, I found some things I'd never moved to this blog, such as my notes on aging. I'd like to post that and others I found.

- No longer hesitant about sharing stuff for "weird" characters or OCs. I had a post about celebrity kids (Poof's age and younger) that I never posted because I didn't think anyone would care about my headcanons for Simon Sparklefield (who only appears in one obscure episode I don't count as fully canon anyway) or Billy Crystal Ball (also obscure) but... Hey, that's why you're here, isn't it? So let's talk celebrities!

In other words, I'd like to bring this blog back as the unapologetic place to share my FOP things. We have references to canon characters and talk of OCs (like Hadley, Emery, Whistle, Soren, China, Anti-Saffron, Kalysta, Iris, Idona... List goes on.)

- This blog will have more polished fanart than the doodles from my main blog

- Polished 'fic cover images will be reblogged here. By this, I mean the posts I do on my main blog that outline what to expect from a 'fic. I won't reblog my general chapter announcements; I don't want to flood this blog with those.

- 130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash's cover will be reblogged, but the posts for individual trains won't be. - Existing cover images will get new, polished posts for their 'fics before I reblog them here.

- I went through the blog and added the tag "Cloudlands AU" to many posts, apart from a few I'm still hesitant to edit (or where it didn't seem worth noting). Cloudlands AU refers to my lore for the 11 seasons of the main series (i.e. including the "Oh Yeah!" shorts), and this is what my sideblog was meant for.

- The reason for this new tag is to separate it from City Lights AU: my new AO3 series for works about New Wish. These works are not compliant with Cloudlands AU, which was designed years ago.

Ex: Peri and Irep will get a short bio on this blogged tagged as City Lights AU to explain what we're setting up for their characters over there, distinct from the existing short bio for Poof and Foop in Cloudlands AU (who are very well established in their arcs). In other words, I'm not rewriting Cloudlands AU canon to fit with A New Wish, but I still want to write works for New Wish. Expect bios and art for Hazel and Dev here someday (and others).

The next thing I post will be Hadley's full character profile (now with updates that are compliant with A New Wish).

After that, I'll reblog my Cloudlands AU and City Lights AU guides to this blog so they'll be under their tags and on the masterlist.

When that's all done, I'd like to knock out full character profiles for Dale, Dev, and Hazel when I can (in addition to finishing my drafts for Cosmo, Wanda, Poof, and Foop). Long, slow process, but it would be cool to have those things done by the end of 2024 or early 2025.

Feeling decent about my idea for Hazel's birthdate. I have nice options for Dev, but no commitment until Zach and I nail down where "Operation: Birthday Takeback" goes in our New Wish timeline. Enjoying the process so far! -> Dev's b-day is QUITE the toss-up between options like "National Day of Unplugging," "Plant a Lemon Tree Day," and the absolutely golden combo of "Pizza Party & Virtual Assistants Day." And perhaps others we've not investigated!

I think that's everything! Hopefully, this is the last "blog news" announcement we have for a while, and the blog can return to being a landing spot for fanart and story meta.

As always, the sideblog's Asks are closed as I want to maintain a consistent feel for this blog. You can reach out to my main blog (Askbox here) if you want to ask a worldbuilding question.

Additionally, I'm interested in following other people's worldbuilding / AUs so I can engage more with the community, especially those passionate about FOP worldbuilding. -> I'm open to self-advertisement if you want to shoot me an Ask on my main blog telling me where I can find your work! -> I'd prefer to follow a blog that is primarily for FOP worldbuilding / art / 'fics (or subscribe to an AO3 series for FOP works), but I'm open to consideration if your blog is multi-fandom! My preference: Thoughtful takes on characters and world that dig deeper than just ship art / ship 'fics- Nothing against shipping, but I'm more interested in character analyses and worldbuilding. Bonus points for a focus on miserable children, Dale lemonade trauma, Pixies, or Timmy growing up to lose his memories and live an average human life. If you don't fit this, you can still recommend your AU and I'll check it out, but that's my wishlist :) Also, if there's anyone who makes Timmy/Molly content, you are my hero and should totally link me your work.

It's such an honor to see so many followers of this sideblog despite its long absence! To those of you interested in staying with me as we enter this next phase, thank you very much - it means a lot to me - and I hope you enjoy browsing!

And to anyone who's lost interest, thank you for spending time while you were here <3

One last note - My goal has always been to reblog others' fanart for my 'fics here, but most of them are still sitting in my drafts, unreblogged. I'll queue those up. I'm always delighted to receive gift art! Feel free to tag @riddledeep and I'll reblog it here! Same goes for gift 'fics, so don't hesitate to share!