#But meanwhile i'll continue to do sketches

[andy1687manga]

And of course I tried to relax my self colouring this sketch

[cuntycheol]

Passion Pallette (Y.JH)

Summary: You need an inspiration for your next artwork. Luckily Jeonghan has a lot to spare.

Genre: Artist!Reader x BF!Jeonghan

Themes/Warnings: Boyfie, slight long hair Jeonghan (we must prioritize his sexy lil evil mind babygirls) , the following contains NSFW content(heavy on smut, straight to the point, love use of cameras, , mature language, overall it's just things we good girlies want men like Jeonghan to do) MINORS DNI!

Songs- Angels by Chase Atlantic, So Wet by Elita, Often by TheWeeknd, Feel That by Junny, 34+35 Ariana Grande, Close with Desires by Thuy, Wet by Jooyoung&Superbee,

WC: 3.5K

A/N: Happy Hannie Day<3 speciaIly for our 1004 boy. Tbh I don't think so I'll ever be sane when Jeonghan's got black hair. Blonde Hannie drives me bonkers but HIM? I would devour every single pride of his phhhew~~ enjoy this lowkey philosophical scrumptious piece caratdeuls!! Hanniehae💜💜

"Fuuu-uuck This won't do" you let out an agitated, low yet soft grumble resonates in thick air among stenches of erasers, fresh papers, acrylics and graphite pencils.

With tousled hair and pencil smudges on your hands, Y/N definitely embodied the tormented artist archetype in a world where questionable AI and digital art has taken over. Your eyes darted critically across each failed attempt, a mix of determination and irritation etched on her face. Despite the exasperation, your sketches hinted at an inexplainable beauty that seemed to elude your grasp. The past hour unfolded with a string of complaints, grappling with the current sketches, that seem to fall short of expectations in a creative mind disrupted by the stark reality of the artistic struggle.

Meanwhile Yoon Jeonghan, your smart-mouth, overly encouraging, sharp yet short-tempered boyfriend provided a contrast as the calm in your artistic tempest; occupying the quiet corner of the room perched on the bed in his usual white shirt-grey sweatpants, with his phone in hand and snacks as companions.

It wasn't a brand new thing for him to see you covered in pencil smudges, a few shavings stuck to your wooly clothing and beads of sweat, followed by smears of paint intact on your skin. Swallowing the last bits and dusting the crumbs off his finger, Jeonghan, engrossed in whatever had captured his attention on the screen, abruptly paused. He clears his throat, as a sign for you to turn around in his chair, and lean back, both of your hands on the arms of the chair; a worn-out disappointed expression plastered on your face meeting Jeonghan's unaffected lazy sunday cool and chill vibes, all while fidgeting a pencil between your fingers.

Somehow, a minuscule atom of irritation seemed to dissipate from your demeanor just by seeing him exist.

He arched an eyebrow with a playful smirk gracing his lips "Perhaps the profound muse for your next masterpiece lies in the gripping scenario of that snobby neighbor attempting to assemble something, which seems like a drawer to me. That's interesting. Hanging a hammer be pulling his jeans though" Curious, you turned your head to observe exactly whatever Jeonghan had claimed the neighbor to be doing. Tucking a strand of his newly growing hair behind his ear, he wore a lazy smile on his everlastingly beautiful face.

He continues, "well, since you're seeking for your savior, I'd say you take a good look around this room. Maybe your next stroke of genius could be inspired by the epic tale of my lone sock that always goes missing in the laundry. A true masterpiece in the making" He bites into his crackers whilst he rubs his chin and you roll your eyes, silently comply according to his suggestion. Your gaze shifts from the failed crumples of sketches on these white sheets, to the walls adorned with your vibrant creations among ivory canvases.

You realize that you do,have a discernable mood to your work. Your artistic endeavors, mostly landscapes with a touch of fantasy or nature, displayed a restraint from the chaotic realm of "multicolors on a canvas." Unless a particular idea sparked your imagination, your aesthetic embraced simplicity, classic elegance, and a penchant for monochrome. Safe to say your aesthetic was always something that's not too much work. Something that radiates simplicity, classic and monochrome.

Your distinctive perspectives, where focus and pressure converged on the canvas, propelled you towards an 8-week apprenticeship among renowned artists in the enchanting city of Paris. During this artistic sojourn, you didn't just participate; you left an indelible mark with your meticulous approach and unwavering passion.

Jeonghan as well tagged along your journey. He possesses an enchantment for photography, turning moments of your artistic journey into captured treasures. His lens became a portal to the nuances of your triumphs, framing the dedication etched on your face during meticulous strokes, the palpable joy of artistic breakthroughs, and the undeniable chemistry between you and your boyfriend amid the vibrant backdrop of Paris. What went on in the streets were no secret, but what went under those sheets certainly were.

Each photograph was a narrative, telling the story of your artistic evolution. The peculiar enchantment of Jeonghan's photography wasn't just in freezing moments; it was in capturing the soulful connection between artist and muse, the shared joy, and the unspoken dialogues spoken through brushstrokes and stolen glances. Among these visual tales, a particular photograph held a special place. Attached near your Paris Masterpiece artwork, it became a center of the collage photo-set. This photograph encapsulated a moment of shared triumph, where you and Jeonghan, in the city of love, converged in a harmonious blend of creativity. The collage itself became a visual symphony, each candid frame resonating with the echoes of your artistic journey, all with the ever-present, enchanting gaze of Jeonghan.

Your boyfriend's sharp remarks were that each of your piece has always radiated not just simplicity but a timeless beauty, where the pressure on the material seemed to extract the essence of your creative soul.

However, on this particular day, a subtle roadblock seemed to challenge your artistic flow, leaving you searching for that elusive spark amidst the familiar canvases that held the stories of your passion and precision.

Following Jeonghan's suggestion, you survey the room until your eyes land on him. He's immersed in his phone, savoring the crumbs off his lips with a casual yet endearing demeanor. In that moment, a realization dawns – a silent connection between the imperfect sketches scattered around, the vibrant stories on the walls, and the living work of art himself, your boyfriend, on the bed.

He, the constant cheerleader, has observed your artistic reverie. According to his shrewd observations, whenever you zoned out, you stood in a particular position-arms crossed, head tilted at a precise 75 degrees, and your lower lip caught between your teeth. All accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of your right foot. According to him, it's the hottest and weirdest thing ever.

"What?" He questions, because at this point you've most certainly lost in your thoughts. He rise on his knees,adjusting his waistband while calling your nicknames. eyes still didn't move. "Y/N? Hey Y/N? Babe? Baby!!" His soft vocals exhaust on the common affectionate names he often calls. Finally, you snap out, a downward smile suggesting a revelation.

You meet Jeonghan's gaze with eyes that now hold a bright spark, silently claiming, "Well, I have an idea." Clasping your hands together, you take a deliberate breath, a pencil poised smirk slowly overshadows your expression, "I've found my muse. And it's you!"

Jeonghan, who was now sipping the life out of his juice raises an eyebrow as loud as an 'objection' in court, "Oh, have You now? Think you can capture my snack-induced radiance." You flash him a teethy grin, "I don't think so, I know so. Your carefree vibe is a challenge, but there's nothing I can't do."

Jeonghan can be a hassle sometimes. When he willingly agrees to something, he plays hard to get. It's so frustrating at some point you have to fuck it out of him. It makes him equally attractive and annoying. You toss your book onto the white blankets, with the title "Simplicity meets Seduction" which is a part of your new artwork theme. Lets be honest, nothing ignites the fire- a lava in you unless it's Jeonghan. The warmth of lust pools in your body whenever he gazes at you, touches you. You don't boost his ego much but the way he handles you, forces you to do add some catalyst in his already sky-high mentality. He's equally the meanest and the kindest person you've ever known.

"Simplicity and seduction, interesting" he scoffs "you definitely know how to take a challenge. Since you're adamant, I'll let you do the honors. Ask and you shall receive my permission for a tester sketch" he fixes his posture, grabbing a lollipop from the jar of candies he loves to keep at bedside. You lean towards him, capturing his now frozen body between your arms, and meet him at eye-level, "Hannie, do you mind being my model for my artwork.." you move towards his ear for a whisper "please?"

The effect is immediate – a swallowed gulp, a beetroot red face, and his gaze darting toward the window as if seeking refuge in the bright corner of your creativity sanctum, all while holding the lollipop between his lips, contemplating the fragility of his sanity.

With a wicked grin, you add, "Oh, I can already see the artistic brilliance oozing from this 'tester' sketch. Brace yourself for your immortalization, Hannie."

Sitting between Jeonghan's legs for the next hour, capturing every meticulous details. Defined face, long lashes, gravity defying, soft loose strings of hair. Cheekbones subtly accentuated, with the faint mole that adds the sophistication. He looked a whispered tale of care.

Throughout the process, Jeonghan couldn't help but steal glances at you, his gaze lingering on your focused eyes and the loose button-up cardigan that slipped off your shoulders, revealing collarbones equivalent to a blank canvas begging to be painted.

"Here," you say, breaking the artistic spell, showing him your sketchbook. "Took you forever...phewweee" you hand it over, both of your hands linger dangerously close to his middle, a move that was evidently driving him crazy. Another strong gulp betrays his inner turmoil as he shifts his gaze to the book, his lips parting in anticipation.

When he sees your work, his eyes widen, and for a moment, he's utterly speechless. The sketch, beyond expectations, captures not just the physical features but the essence of Jeonghan's charisma. The defined face, the playfulness in his eyes, a shade of graphite to enhance the blush he had earlier, the tousled crown of hair – it's a mirror reflecting the unique cocktail of sophistication and mischief that makes Jeonghan, well, Jeonghan.

He continues to examine the sketch with an appraiser's eye, and his expression shifts from playful to genuinely impressed. "This is more than just a sketch. It's like you captured the essence of a moment, frozen in time. The daisy, the playful expression – it's a piece that breathes life."

As he sticks it over the headboard, he adds, "Perfection deserves a place of honor. And this, my dear, is perfection." His compliment is laden with a sense of appreciation that goes beyond mere words.

"This is simplicity at its finest, and you know how it meets seduction?" He smirks, that is a signal of danger His tone holds a hint of admiration, his eyes lingering on the sketch as if unraveling its secrets. "Follow"

As you follow him, his grasp on your wrist adds an unexpected thrill and the exact "warmth of lust" pools in your veins. He leads you to his perfect yet contained studio.

"You're an artist with a wicked touch, turning the ordinary into a seductive masterpiece." He continues, each remark a dance of words that adds another layer to the charged atmosphereIn his studio, surrounded by the remnants of his photographic pursuits, Jeonghan's remarks don't cease. He positions his camera at a distance on the tripod, capturing the two of you against a rich, simple pearly beige background. Jeonghan's scent wraps around your senses, leaving you without control over your escalating feelings.

Standing behind you, he wraps his arms around your body, creating an embrace that feels like a hypnotic spell. It's more than a mere hug; he decides to unravel layers, unbuttoning your cardigan to expose the glistening skin of your collarbones and shoulders. Soft, sloppy kisses descend from your ear to your neck, rekindling familiar sensations. Without hesitation, he nibbles on your skin, each touch tinting it with the subtle intensity of his teeth, and a soft whimper of pleasure escapes your lips, the dance of his actions rendering you momentarily lost.

The timer he had set on the camera, ticking away while you were in a delightful haze, finally clicks, capturing the perfect shot – a half-shot from the nose. His slender fingers rest on your left side, and his mouth on your right collarbone, creating an intimate composition that radiates a sense of closeness. Another timer is set, this time his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his thumb teasingly between your lips. The camera goes off once again, capturing a moment that transcends the boundaries of conventional photography.

Jeonghan, with a voice laden with appreciation, murmurs, "This, my dear, is the beauty of our connection. Every click of the camera is a testament to the warmth we share, frozen in time for eternity. You're a canvas, and we're painting a masterpiece of shared intimacy." Once again the camera goes off. The final shot was a distance shot of his deprived lips between your breasts, while he fists your hair. Again the shot comes out perfect as ever and he didn't stop.

With a jerk he lifts you up, and kisses you feverishly. Desperation dripping the dews off the fresh grass. You could almost feel his erection had he held you a bit lower. Everything about a horny, flushed, swollen lips Jeonghan drove you insane. "Yoon Jeonghan" you moan.

"You're truly an artist" he pants, "to be making such fuckable faces"

"What's stopping you from fucking me then?"

"You're right" he smirks "it's been a while I've heard you beg, and rammed myself into that cunt of yours babygirl" Against your better judgement you began imagining it. Jeonghan's large hands squeezing your thighs, peeling them apart. His mouth on your breast, biting and sucking in turn, tongue running over your hardened nipples. Nails digging into your skin, shoulders wedging between your legs. Fingers working you open just enough to fit his dick without causing you pain, careless otherwise. Life does flash beneath your vision.

"Want it?" You could only nod in response.

Jeonghan definitely isn't the most patient one. One moment your tongues dance against each other as he keeps you distracted, while he takes you upstairs, which isn't a long journey from his studio, to the next where you're already out of breath, and lay flat naked on your bed, while he tosses his clothes off. Chilly air and his lustful gaze have your nipples hardening and a shiver running down your spine. As if he can sense your thoughts, his eyes move downwards, onto your breasts before going lower. He hums, pleased. He holds up his camera, and gets another shot, and all you see is flashes. Placing the camera aside, his attention draws all to you, for you, towards you. You could read his mind through his eyes.

 You gasp as he tugs at your legs to pull you closer. His face hovers over your covered core as you feel his warm breath and it is enough to make you lose your mind. “hannie, please.” You plead.

He grins evilly, clearly enjoying this as he presses a kiss on your covered pussy. Then his mouth trails down, between your thighs where he takes his sweet time nipping the flesh, making you whine in pleasure.

pulling back just a little and thrusting back in. “Feel good?” He breathes. You almost choke on your words. "Stop being a ppm.pp.paintbrush" He laughs; movements are slow, taking way too long to mark the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He licks and sucks at the blooming marks and stops when a wet patch forms in your panties and your moans increase their pitch. “Desperate, aren’t we?” He whispers, hands reaching for your soaked panties to peel them off. The cool air on your core makes you shudder and release another whimper. “I- I need you Jeonghan, please.”

He hums and suddenly licks a stripe from your core to your clit, eliciting a scream of surprise from you. Your hands immediately fist in his hair to pull him closer and you are scared he is going to ask you to let him go but he doesn’t, busy sucking your pussy. He devours you with no break, tongue working skillfully to tease your opening and your clit. Your pussy gushes more and more at each of his movements as you keep chanting a series of pleases.

He slides a finger inside you, slowly, as your cunt greedily takes it all in. He curls it inside you simultaneously tonguing your clit and you wail in pleasure, tears brimming in your eyes. He enters another finger and then another before moving the three of them tirelessly inside you, curling them against your sensitive spot that has your whole body shivering. That feeling paired with him torturing your clit brings you close to your orgasm.

“J-Jeonghan…I'll cum.” You breathe and much to your disappointment, he gives you one last suck before pulling away with a satisfied smirk. “Jeonghan!” You call for him, half wanting to smack him from taking your orgasm away from you. The man has the audacity to laugh. “That’s what you get for being too perfectionist. Being mine"

"I'll blow...hnmmmmmmmmyour brains" you roll your eyes, in pleasure.

His habit of pushing your buttons to your peak irritated you so much, you muster your fucked-out energy and pull him by the neck over you, and swiftly roll yourself on top of him. Your sweaty body slithers down Jeonghan's pale, beautiful body down towards his cock, and as you promised, it was Jeonghan who was so loud with his whimpers, moans all while he was helpless and feeling his senses pop out of his ears. He was melodic. He was whiny. You loved to take him all your capable of.

Oh fuck-” Jeonghan grunts, head lolling back as you feel the grip on your hair strengthen. “Fuck, that feels so good.” His praises make your pussy leak as you start bobbing your head with new vigor, one of your hands trailing down to rub yourself, the sinful sight of Jeonghan moaning making you extremely needy. That one shiver he does, is a clear sign he's dangerously close and with a pop, you move your mouth off. He opens his eyes, moving the sticky hair off his forehead to look at you.

"Hannie" your soft voice, paired with the needy, doe-eyed look you give him is enough to make Jeonghan lose his damn mind. With a growl, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss as his hands move to line up his cock to your pussy. “You asked for it.” He warns and that’s all you get before he’s pushing his entire length inside you, a high pitched shriek falling from your lips as an overwhelming feeling of fullness consumes your entire body.

He pulls you on his chest by your arms, and rams himself in you. "Ride it" he whimpers and you do not hesitate to hold his hands and bounce on him.

With a swift turn, Jeonghan turns you, pinning you below him. He increases his pace, his sharp thrusts hitting so deep inside you, your whole body shakes. Mindless babbles fall from your lips as your hands clutch into his back tightly, your nails digging into his skin which makes Jeonghan hiss in pleasure. His sweet words paired with the way his lips venture down towards your breasts, sucking and biting while one of his hands plays with your oversensitive clit make you release a loud cry of his name.

Soon after, you come for the second time, your orgasm brain numbing, making your toes curl and your whole body twitch. Jeonghan feels you tighten around him as you come and he can’t hold back either as he fills you up for the second time, calling your name softly, his warm breathes fanning your face.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long.” He mutters, eyes moving onto your face, the fucked out look on you making him groan, as he buries his head in your neck, painting the skin with pretty marks. He didn't even spare your lips and mercilessly nibbled onto them until they're red and swollen. He held pride in himself and at this rate, your heart was godspeed.

His soft whisper sends shivers down your spine and without thinking, you nod, holding him tightly, burying your face in his neck. Your brain has stopped functioning properly long ago and all you can feel are the way Jeonghan’s hips snap into you and the warmth radiating from him. You feel vulnerable yet safe at the same time as you hold his body close to yours and breathe in his sweaty scent.

Soon, your orgasm is brain numbing, making your toes curl and your whole body twitch. Jeonghan feels you tighten around him as you come and he can’t hold back either as he fills you up for the second time, calling your name softly, his warm breathes fanning your face.

Your ears ring and you are too tired to move a muscle as you lie there, with Jeonghan panting harshly on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. For a while there is silence, nothing other than the harsh breathing of you both before you feel Jeonghan soften and slide out of you, making his release drip down your pussy and you wince. "No paint is of this consistency as my cum" even with zero energy, he made you laugh a little too hard, your ribs ached. The "tester sketch" had long fallen on the carpet, and the sheets were wet.

He helps you to the bathroom, carefully takes care of you and himself and back to another lazy position on the couch, because none of you had the energy to deal with the bedsheets.

"When simplicity meets seduction..." he strokes your hair, hugging your tinted body closer to his stiff chest "an artistry in shared intimacy blooms" he completes. "Those photos, are your reference for the artwork. Make better use of it, babe" "I don't see why wouldn't I" you snuggle closer "anyways simplicity and seduction won me a good sex and dirty sheets"

"That's the harmonious convergence of elements that generate a symphony"

There he goes. Good thing is you've love him endlessly.

[crypticsketchpad]

mkay sorry for the messy sketches but i came up with this au a while ago and figured i'd finally share it

so basically: what if Emily was movie!Hatty's first wife- and partner in crime?

we don't learn the names of any of Alistair Crump's wives in the film, in fact there's nothing about his first wife mentioned at all (iirc, ive only watched the movie twice lmao), so personally i hc that his first wife was named Emily at least because lol

but for this au, what if she was actually a big part of the plot?

as a mortal, Emily falls in love with and marries Alistair, knowing nothing about his ties to the occult. after some time though, she finds out about his seances and sacrifices, but instead of being disgusted and frightened, she wants in. after some time, the two hatch a plan together to bind their souls together and increase their paranormal power in both life and the afterlife. Emily allows Alistair to sacrifice her in a private ritual between the two (pics 1-3), while Alistair covers it up by claiming another person murdered her, continuing his seances under the guise of wishing to contact his deceased lover. meanwhile, Emily is able to assist Alistair from beyond the grave, using her ghostly powers to aid in his dark rituals (pic 4). after Alistair passes away, they reunite in the afterlife, gleefully terrorizing other spirits and mortals together.

now of course, some of the events in the movie's story would be different:

Emily initially poses as benevolent, acting sympathetic towards the mortals and pretending to protect them from the "evil spirits", while eventually luring them right into her husband's clutches

she's the one who shapeshifts into Alyssa to trick Ben, and the one who pretended to be Eleanor Gracey in order to convince William Gracey to commit Die

Alistair continues to pretend she was murdered by someone else, using his loss to relate to Ben; “I know how it feels to have your love taken away from you so suddenly Ben, but I can help you reunite with her at last, just as I have with my dearest Emily…”

rather than Alistair possessing Bruce near the end, Emily possesses Harriet while she's distracted by Bruce's heart attack; due to her cause of death being that she was stabbed in the chest, Emily's ghost form has a tendency to bleed from the mouth when using her powers; instead of Bruce's nosebleed giving it away, blood starts coming from Harriet's mouth as Emily's deception comes undone

both Emily and Alistair end up banished at the end, with Alistair going first and Emily grabbing Ben's ankles as she's pulled down in order to try and take him with them

so yeah! that's my evil!Emily au. maybe one day i'll write a fic about it, i've already started one actually but if i could do a full movie rewrite i would... the mortal parts are good and all but we needed more ghost action tbh

[jiungswife]

I KNOW YOU ・゜゜・．

“I need someone that would fit a masculine design."

"I'll be your muse."

‗ ❍ Bada lee just watched help someone with her project... she never expected to fall in love in the process.

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a bada lee x poc fab oc. Fluff. Suggestive scenes. Smut. (MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT)

"I need someone that would fit a masculine design."

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"Hmm...I think that would be great."

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"Great, when should we start?"

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"As soon as possible, what's your availability?"

The taller girl that was sitting down invited harmony to sit down on the floor beside her as well.

They talked about their availability for the project, ignoring the stares of the people inside the studio. Harmony describes her designs to Bada, talking excitedly.

Bada, on the other hand, was just admiring the way harmony talks. As both of them succumbed in their own world, Noze and Aiki settled down behind them.

"Bada's so whipped" Aiki whispered to noze.

Harmony’s excitement filled the air as she described each stitch, color, and fabric choice for her designs. Her hands danced in front of her, illustrating the vision she had in her mind. Bada leaned in closer, captivated not just by the designs but by Harmony’s passion and energy.

“I see it now—this blend of sharp lines with soft textures could really create that balance between strength and elegance. It’s like...” Harmony paused for a moment, searching for the right words, “like a gentle storm. You get the intensity but also a sense of calm.”

Bada nodded, her eyes sparkling. “I love that, It gives me a whole new perspective on what we can create together.”

As they continued brainstorming, Noze glanced at Aiki, a smirk playing on her lips. “She’s definitely not hiding it,” she teased, nodding toward Bada who was completely absorbed in the conversation.

“Whipped doesn’t even begin to cover it. I wonder how long before she asks for a design just for herself,” Aiki laughed quietly, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Meanwhile, Bada laughed along with Harmony, genuinely intrigued by her ideas. “Okay, how about we meet up tomorrow to sketch out our designs?” she suggested, her excitement barely contained.

“Perfect!” Harmony beamed, her heart racing at the thought of their first collaborative session.

With plans in motion, the atmosphere in the studio seemed to shift. The stares from the others faded into the background as the two of them began to lose themselves in conversation once again, entirely focused on their shared vision.

Noze and Aiki exchanged glances, recognizing the chemistry building between Bada and Harmony, a spark that was palpable even from a distance.

“Alright, but we need to keep a close eye on Bada. I have a feeling this project could change everything,” Aiki said, her tone half playful, half serious.

“Agreed. But it’s nice to see her this happy, isn’t it?” Noze replied thoughtfully, watching Bada as she animatedly gestured to something she imagined in the air.

As the sun began to set and the golden light flooded the studio, Harmony and Bada dove deeper into their designs, the rest of the world around them blurring into the background. Their laughter filled the room, merging into a rhythm of creativity and connection, hinting at a new partnership that would blossom in more ways than just fashion.

With every sketch and every shared idea, it became clear that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

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[avazans]

Mimatoweek Day 8 (1/2): Sexy

After the events of Eosmon and the summer was making itself feel stronger and stronger, all the digichosen had gone camping at the hot springs lake as a reunion.

After dinner and a bonfire outside, they decided to go to sleep, leaving only the dark-haired man by the fire, he hadn't realized how long he was there until a hand touched his shoulder.

"I know you miss him, just like I do, but I assure you that I'll find a way to get back together with our digimon friends" the redhead tells him.

Taichi smiles at her before saying - I wasn't thinking about that, well in part...- he stops talking before speaking the rest.

-Oh, things of love, isn't it?- Koushiro asks to which the dark-haired nods - I understand you- the redhead says something blushing and something sad.

Taichi only limited himself to looking at him and not saying anything because he knew that his red-haired friend still hasn't gotten used to the idea that Mimi and Yamato are together and at this moment they are still in the river that from the time that has elapsed he knows that they are not only They went to take a bath, it hurt so much that the person next to him suffered, because without realizing it he had developed feelings for him.

Meanwhile, Yamato and Mimi were in a passionate moment, leaving marks everywhere to show that they both belong to each other.

The week has already passed but the contributions continue and obviously I was not going to leave this succulent topic aside.

Sketch: @murasaki_chibi

Lineart and final painting: @avazans

PS: obviously it's censored because the tumblr religion doesn't allow us 🙄 (you'll see it uncensored on my Twitter and pixiv)

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

Drawing With the Wind

YGO Rarepairs Week Submission

Day 3: Domestic Life

Pairing: Windy/Ryoken

Word Count: 777

Description: Ryoken does a drawing for a particularly fidgety and impatient subject.

“How long do I have to sit still like this?” Windy grunted, shifting in his spot on the couch. He wasn’t used to the SolTis body and was even less used to sitting still for long periods of time in it.

Ryoken looked up from his piece of paper. “Do you want this drawing to look good or not?”

“I want to snuggle,” Windy complained, his fingers digging into his jeans.

“We can snuggle after.” Ryoken squinted at his paper, brushing his pencil across one spot repeatedly. “Your hair in this new SolTis is very… unique, it’s hard to fully capture.”

Windy rolled his eyes. “Well, excuse me for feeling myself when I have bouncy swirly hair.” He fluffed up a piece of his hair.

“It’s not a crime. It’s just annoying to draw.” He looked up at Windy, their gazes locking for a moment before Ryoken looked back at his drawing. “Okay so that part  swirls like that…” he muttered under his breath as he sketched.

“It’s cute huh?” Windy teased, twirling a piece of his hair in his finger. “And very soft too. Wanna feel it?”

Ryoken pulled his drawing into his chest as his face reddened. “Later.”

Windy moaned, leaning his head back against the couch. “Ryoken, I swear, when I get my hands on you I’ll… I’ll…” Windy trailed off, biting his lip.

Ryoken glanced up with a smirk. “You’ll what?”

“U-um…” Windy felt his face heat up at Ryoken’s tone. “I don’t know, but you hate love and affection so it’ll be torture to you.” He stuck his tongue out.

Ryoken huffed in amusement. “I don’t hate love and affection. And that hardly sounds like a punishment.”

“W-well…” Windy fidgeted with his hands. “Not an actual punishment, I don’t really want to hurt you. Just…” He grunted again. “Get revenge for being forced to sit still for so long.”

“You said yourself that first SolTis didn’t feel like you.” Ryoken squinted at his page as he drew. “So I’m drawing the one that does feel like you.”

“I know, and I’m grateful.” Windy’s fingers dug into the couch. “But it’s been hours! Can’t you take a break and let me snuggle you?”

“I’m almost done,” Ryoken insisted, not looking up from his paper.

“You’ve been saying that for like an hour!”

Ryoken bit his lip. “That was before I started drawing your hair.”

Windy groaned, tapping his feet against the ground.

Ryoken chuckled. “Don't worry, as soon as I'm done, I'll repay you tenfold for this transgression.”

“You'd better. I wanna… I'm gonna… ugh, I don't even know what I'm gonna do to you.”

Ryoken simply smiled and hummed as he continued drawing, stopping occasionally to observe Windy. Windy meanwhile could feel his patience and sanity dripping away. His boyfriend was right there, right across from him, casting teasing glances as though taunting him, so close yet he couldn’t get up to touch him. Well, he could, but Ryoken would insist he stay still so he could draw him. So Windy sat still. His fingers dug into the couch cushion and feet tapped the ground repeatedly and frantically.

“And…” With one last brush of his pencil, he put it aside. “Done… for now.”

“For now?!” Windy groaned and slumped over.

“Well I'd like to colour it at some point,” Ryoken replied holding the paper up, but keeping the side with the sketch on it turned to himself. “Now do you want to see it so far?”

Windy stood up. “Sure.”

He took a moment to stretch out his stiff arms before stepping closer to Ryoken, who'd turned the drawing around so Windy could see it. Instantly, Windy could recognize himself in the drawing. It had his same swirly hair and a bright smile and eyes, though the face was a touch too round. Windy decided not to comment on that.

“Great job, you're a super talented artist. It looks just like me. “Windy swooped Ryoken into his arms bridal carry style, making the man squeak in surprise. “Now can we please go cuddle?”

Ryoken smirked. “Tell me more.”

“Ryoken!”

Ryoken broke into a chuckle. “Seriously, do you appreciate the drawing?” He draped his arms over Windy’s shoulders, keeping his grip on the drawing. “I want to know. I did it for you after all.”

“Yes.” Windy kissed Ryoken’s cheek. “I do…” With a chuckle, he added. “I greatly appreciate your ways of showing love, my partner.”

Ryoken sighed a bit. He leaned closer to Windy's face, tilting his head to the side.

Windy instantly recognized this sign. Smiling, he leaned in as well and captured Ryoken's lips in a kiss.

[shynetyme06]

1 - 23 :3

cracks knuckles okay

1. how would you describe your art style? uhhhhhhhh, maybe "safe" is the word rn. whenever I think of my art style, what comes to mind is just how little I've been pushing things with it. I wanna change that ;D

2. what's your favorite thing about your style? I realize I like to use semi-realistic proportions, its cool how comfortable I've gotten with drawing faces and bodies

3. what's your least favorite thing about your style? It's so static man. same thing I said for the first question, I don't think anything really looks bad, but it just is lacking in creativity in comparison to the older art that should be looking worse than what I do now. I prefer my older stuff ;D (looking at you inktobertale2021.. where did it all go wrong)

4. favorite thing to draw? regular ol people. human characters are def more in my comfort zone, which explains why I keep hitting skeletons with the humanization ray (also I prefer to draw feminine characters)

5. least favorite thing to draw? I can't even say I rlly dislike it cuz of how rarely I even do it, but I am procrastinating so hard on learning backgrounds..

6. warm colors or cool colors? cool colors are my fav, but i find it easier to work with warm ones (I used to put a cool overlay over all my warm toned drawings hgdhfg)

7. show us a WIP behold, the wip ever. this drawing... was supposed to be posted on august 2022. and then, it was supposed to be posted on dec 21st, dream and nightmares birthday. (atp if I do end up wanting to finish this idea again, I'll probably just scrap it and start over)

8. what's the most fun and least fun parts about your process? most fun is flat color and rendering. (though I rarely do the latter anymore) and for least fun, tbh a lot of the sketching part tends to be difficult for me, sometimes its cool tho

9. show us a finished piece alongside the original sketch example from when sketching was fun

10. how many different sketches do you usually have until your piece is finished? I think I do need to make more of at least thumbnail sketches tbh.. I usually just make one and keep editing it, trusting the process. (and that fails like 70% of the time. woww wonder why sketching isnt fun for me-) 11. show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle can this count,,

12. show us an old drawing first deltarune drawing. here's the redraw I later made of this :3 (also old hsgdhgf)

13. how long do you usually take one a piece? depends. I'll have like 276478923 wips started, and then I get a random idea that I just have to do right at that moment, and I'll get it done in like 1-4 hours. meanwhile old sketches start to rot and maybe if its lucky I'll revisit it before my motivation dies and my style is too different to wanna continue from where I left off 14. digital or traditional? digital all the way, i've gotten too dependent on the transform tool + liquefy ;D (and many other things tbh but I'd be here all day if I tried comparing them more jhdjdf)

15. if digital, what program do you use? procreate, the layouts on other drawing programs scare me

16. favorite media to work with when drawing traditionally pen on paper (am I understanding this right wdym media-)

17. what do you love getting compliments about? I like when people enjoy the humanizations I come up with, and also original designs in general 18. are you satisfied with the attention your art usually gets? hmmm yeah

19. how often do you draw? very often, I just don't have finished things to share most days

20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of :3

21. something you would like to improve on the dynamicness (well, the lack of it) of everything, as said before

22. what inspires you? Ink sans and a ton of creators in this fandom (also animated shows and movies, I love animation)

23. what's something you hope people notice when looking at your art? idk tbh, just notice it at all and I'm happy :>

[vaynoo]

🌟🌺I have been thinking🌺🌟

Vent ahead

I'm gonna be real here. I'd be lying if I said I was motivated to post this or any drawing for that matter. Posting online, to some extent, doesn't spark me the way it used to. Straight away, no. I won't leave, but i gotta rant this out there really quick because it bothers me a bit. The only reason I'm still posting online is because that's where my friends are, and I'm posting because I want those who care about me and those I care for to see what I draw. Lately, in general I been feeling better about myself and my art, although I'm still not fully satisfied with what I'm doing and where my content is going. But I'm even less satisfied with where a large part of the online art community is going, honestly. I can't catch up with this shift of interests and trends and while I don't chase trends or make Reels, tiktoks etc for clicks like a while back then in hopes of getting a drop of that 5 minute attention I'm unwilling to get rid of the quality and detail in my works to spark some algorithm that chases stuff made for mass production over what i enjoy. I'm an artist who wishes to stay true to himself, and if that means practically losing any online presence, then may it be that way. I'll continue posting on here. I won't leave. But I'm not going to make 50 Reels weekly or post daily or 5 times a week. I'll do things at my own pace now, and if that costs me attention, then may it be that way. Meanwhile, I also hope that my friends as well will be able to let go of chasing an algorithm ls approval at some point. Most of the art content on insta i see sadly is people making reels about the algo or how their posts don't get attention anymore or how insta is ruining their accounts and its upsetting to see this being about 80% of art content on there. People are upset at the likes they receive or don't receive. I wish the times would go back to when drawing was actually fun for people, they talked to each other asked questions etc rather than throwing the meaning, ideas and passion they once had for art out of the window for clicks. I saw so many artists downright stop drawing because their art didn't perform well online, and it's sad to see that this is the era of art we are in. The era in which nothing is more important than growing an account, receiving likes and clicks. Sorry for my little rant. I had to get this out there. I'll go back offline now for a little while. I'll respond to comments and messages, but excuse me if I'm a little slow. I'll continue working on art, Some more pinups are in work, and new christmas themed works will soon come too, but for now, enjoy this little sketch of myself 💕 stay safe, you guys, ILY!🌺✨️

CHARACTERS: Vay

STORY: x 🌺🌥🌟

[ritunn]

I decided to do something silly and bring the Nick Wilde plushie I've had for nearly a decade now to my first furry convention, Furnal Equinox. Below is a chronicling of my time in Toronto via pictures of Nick Wilde (and eventually a plushie I purchased at the con).

Started off on the VIA train. Was a long journey, but the train was overall pleasant with my friend to chat with.

Once we arrived at the hotel, we had some of the delicious fries they called "Cripzilla's Crunch Fries". Was very cheesy and had some amazing seasoning intended to be reminiscent of Godzilla.

By the end of the night I had my badges! As an assistant at Furnal Equinox for the Dealer's Den, I got a dealer's badge, which ended up being very useful for browsing between work.

The next day started with some Magic the Gathering with friends new and old. It ended up a 6 player game I fought valiantly in with my Mono-R dragon typal deck... which I lost! Though I wrecked with Light-Paws prior to this game.

Quite busy that day, the next day my friend who I was dealing with and I hanged out in the sketch lounge and made some kandi bracelets. Nick ended up with a Judy one by the end of it.

The day ended with somw great local gyros and fries. We have some great gyros places where I live, but Toronto was pretty solid too when it came to gyros. Plus, it was right next to the convention hotel!

The last day of the con, I took a quick walk around the Dealer's Den again a few times and saw a plushie I've been wanting for a while. Typically she'd be closer to $100 CDN between shipping and ordering in USD online, but she was only $25 CDN at the con with a few left! So, Nick ended up with a friend for the last day of the con.

To celebrate finishing the con, I got to enjoy Cheesecake Factory cheesecake for the first time. It's a shame there aren't any where I live, because that was delicious! Something I'll have to get again eventually.

With the con over, it was time for us to leave the next day. We packed up and helped our friends store their fursuits in the car and get ready to leave. Meanwhile, we still had some things to do in Toronto before our train showed up at 7 PM.

One of those being getting Beaver Tails! If you're not Canadian, it's a fried dough with cream and another topping on top. Delicious stuff and something that's a bit far from home for me, but next door to the convention center. Some, had my tail and we continued our short adventure to Mississauga before returning home.

Overall, my first furry convention experience was a lot of fun. I got to meet so many people and vending was a unique experience I really enjoyed. I also acquired quite the collection of stickers from the con! I don't know if I'll visit another one anytime soon, but this one experience is one I'll keep in my heart for a long time.

[heroesofvelabri]

Heroes of Velabri

Part X: It Should Have Hurt

Baonn is sitting on one of the tables when Aldora and Deorwine come back downstairs, arms full of books from the newly-discovered library. They set the books down next to him and sit on one of the couches to go through them.

"So, whatcha looking for?" He asks.

"Anything that could help us figure out what's going on here." Aldora says without looking up.

Deorwine makes a noise in agreement, opening a book titled 'The Primordials, The Gwadoù, And The Gods.'

He turns to look at Lawson on the other couch, fiddling with one of the sending stones as he lays with his head in Auden’s lap while he sketches on a piece of paper on the back of a book.

“Nuh-uh, no looking ‘til I’m done” Auden jokingly scolds Lawson, angling the book and paper upward so he can’t see the sketch anymore.

“Aw, c’mon, it looks really good already. I always really like how you draw me.”

“Not a chance, Princey.”

Baonn smiles to himself.

‘I think I’m going to enjoy traveling with these people.’

*******************

A few hours later, Baonn is woken up by the sound of quiet footsteps sneaking past where he was sleeping on one of the couches.

He opens one of his eyes to see Lawson pulling the cowl of a cloak over his head, new mask in hand. He doesn’t seem to realize that he’s awake, and he slips the mask into his bag as he slips out the door.

Baonn grabs his seal-skin cloak from where he was using it as a pillow, checks his bag for the new dagger, and follows him quietly.

He follows him across the castle lawn toward the gate, where Lawson stops and looks around.

Baonn flattens himself against one of the walls.

Apparently seeing nobody, he tentatively sticks his arm through the magic barrier, as if he expected it to stop him from leaving. When it doesn't, he steps through and starts toward the town.

He follows, stopping for just a moment to fish out the handkerchief Deorwine had given him to press to his nose and stem the trickle of blood.

When they reach the edge of the town, he can hear the sound of cheering and laughter from the streets.

He follows Lawson into an alley and sees him climbing a stack of crates against a wall to get on the rooftop of a building.

When Baonn gets to the top of the crates, he sees Lawson pointing a silver dagger at his face.

"I thought I saw a shadow following me, though I had half-convinced myself that it was just the moonlight playing tricks."

"What are you doing here?" Baonn asks.

"I could ask you the same question."

"You first."

"It's Candle Night."

"Candle Night?"

"It's a holiday that celebrates the overthrow of the Bloodstained Queen by her daughter."

He gives him a weird look, so he continues.

"The Bloodstained Queen was one of my Mam's ancestors, the Queen of Kadia. She went through several spouses and many of her citizens before her daughter could take the throne from her.

"We celebrate her daughter, the Dove Queen, with candles and parades." He gestures down to the street, where people holding candles line the sides as a parade passes through the center of them.

"I couldn’t be home to celebrate with my family, so I figured that I would come and watch their celebration."

"Why didn’t you tell anyone?"

"I didn't want to be a bother. But hey, you're here now. Want to celebrate with me? I know you’re not from this kingdom, so you probably don't care, but-"

He produces two candles from his bag and holds one out to him.

"Sure, I'll join you." He takes the candle and whistles a short tune at the wick, producing a small flame, which he offers to Lawson to light the remaining one.

"How'd you do that?"

"It's a trick I learned from a troupe of bards that I snuck off to travel with once." He says, sitting down on the edge of the roof.

He sits down beside him "You traveled with a troupe of bards? For how long?"

"A couple months when I was 15. My moms did not like it."

"Meanwhile, the year I was fifteen, I was the assistant to a baker in Almedra."

"Really? What about Auden, did he work with you?"

"Are you kidding?" He laughs, "Auden can't cook for the life of him! The boy can mend a broken arm in a matter of minutes, but every time he tries to make food it ends up as a lump of coal."

"So, what did he do?"    

"The baker's spouse put him to work at the counter out front."

"Sounds boring."

"Yeah, but I don't think he minded too much. How about you? How were your months with the bards?"

"They were fun. I got to see most of Eigira before the lady my moms sent to track me down found us."

"Why didn’t you enchant her to leave so you could keep traveling with them?"

"I didn't learn how to do that until last year when I was made to work in one of our hospitals, otherwise I would have."

"Why was that a skill you learned in a hospital?"

"The healers used it as a way to calm down patients. I just… tweaked it a little bit."

"You have got to teach me how to do some of that sometime."

"Maybe. How much magic do you know right now?"

"I know how to make a fire and put it out."

"Oh, so you're at, like, basic basics. Okay, how about after the parade's over, we go somewhere, and I can teach you some basic stuff."

He looks down at the street in time to see the last performers rounding the corner. While they were talking, the entire parade had passed them by.

"Now," Lawson says, "We would use the candles to help light a bonfire, but we're not from this town, so I don't want to intrude."

He blows the candle out, and gestures for Baonn to do the same before wrapping them up in something and putting them back in his bag.

*******************

A few minutes later, they’re standing alone in one of the fields, where Baonn has Lawson light a small campfire.

"We have to start at the most basic level with the 7 elements: earth, aether, fire, water, wood, void, and sound. All magic can be achieved with at least one of these. You've obviously learned to summon fire, so that's a good start.

"Most people that use magic are better at using a couple different elements. I'm pretty good at sound magic, like the trick with the candle, and water magic. From what I've seen of Auden, I'd wager that he uses mostly aether magic, things like healing and illusions, and maybe the more physical aspects of void, like attack magic.

"From Deorwine’s staff, it's a pretty safe bet that they use wood and earth-based nature magic, things like controlling plants and animals."

"Auden told me about this stuff already. How do you know what kind of elements you're going to be best at using?"

"You've just got to try and see what sticks the best. How long did it take you to learn how to conjure fire?"

"About 10 minutes and a lot of concentration."

"Huh."

"What?"

"Fire usually takes a lot less time than that. It's a pretty responsive element. How about we try water?"

His palm glows white and a swirling ball of water appears.

"How was conjuring fire described to you?" He asks.

"Imagine it and then will it into being."

"Okay, I want you to do the same thing now." He watches Lawson close his eyes, "This time, don't worry about willing it into being at first. Just focus on imagining the water, how it feels, how it looks. You got it?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, now make it real."

As he watches, Lawson’s hand glows a very dim white. A small sphere of water starts to form.

"Hey, good job. You did i-" He cuts off as Lawson opens his eyes, the dim light suddenly brightens, and the white changes to a dark orange color.

The ball of water also changes. First it grows larger, then it hardens into ice and shatters. The shards of ice shoot out of his hand and impale themselves in the ground around them.

Lawson looks terrified. His eyes, tinged with a crazed purple, are wide with fear.

"Baonn? Baonn, what's happening?"

He doesn't answer. He can't answer. He doesn't know what's going on.

The ice shards sprout, but they grow too fast for Baonn to run away. The spires of ice encase them, sealing them off from the outside world, save for a few small holes.

Baonn doesn't understand what's happening. All he knows is that he's scared.

He can see the ice bursting out of the ground, encircling them.

He can see Lawson freaking out, but he can’t do anything. It feels like he's a passenger in his own body. He can't move.

Lawson falls to his knees and the lights from his hands cut out as they meet the dirt.

As the spell ends, so does Baonn’s shock. He kneels in front of Lawson, and he puts his hands on his shoulders, but he can tell from his face that Lawson can barely hear him say his name, like he was listening through water in his ears.

"What was that??" He asks, eventually.

"I have no idea. Are you alright?"

“Yeah, I-I’m fine.” He tries to stand up, but Baonn has to catch him before he slams back into the ground.

“I don’t know that you are. We need to get you out of here.”

Baonn gently helps him sit against the ice, offering his sealskin cloak as a barrier between the cold and his clothing.

He presses his hand against the opposite side of the dome, and a strong vibration resonates through the whole structure.

The ice cracks, but nothing else.

He can hear distant running footsteps from outside the ice, and then the sound of dozens of voices speaking over one another.

From farther away, He can hear a voice shouting over the din of the others.

“Law?! Law, where are you?!” Auden yells.

From closer to them, Deorwine shouts “They’re in the ice!”

"Are you both okay?" Aldora asks.

"I'm fine,“ Baonn says, “but I don't think Lawson is."

"Law, we're gonna get you outta there, okay?" Auden’s voice says, as the dark shadows of vines creep around the ice and start to squeeze.

The cracks lengthen, but the vines aren’t strong enough.

The dome glows a dull orange from the outside, and it slowly starts to melt. The light grows brighter and brighter still until a large enough hole is melted that Auden can come in and pick Lawson up in his arms after he checks him over quickly.

Baonn drapes the cloak over him, and the group of them passes through the concerned crowd.

Some people follow them a few steps away, but they stop when they realize the direction they’re going.

He notices that the protective field of the castle lets them in without issue this time, but he’s too stressed to think too much about it.

Auden lays Lawson on the bed in their room in the inn, and then he shuts the door behind him.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Auden turns on him.

“What happened out there?”

“Auden…” Aldora puts her hand on his arm.

“No! I want to hear what he has to say.”

“Auden. It’s alright.” Deorwine says gently.

“No, it’s not! Lawson could have been seriously hurt.”

“Is he okay?” He asks quietly.

Lawson eases the door open behind Auden, and Baonn can see him wince at the movement.

“It wasn’t his fault.”

Everyone at the end of the hall looks back at him, stunned.

“Law, c’mon, you need to lie down.” Auden starts down the hallway toward him.

“He was just trying to help me learn something new.” He says, “I asked him to.“

“What happened?” Aldora asks.

“It was like what happened the night we left Almedra, like something… happened. Like something was fighting.”

“Fighting?” Baonn asks.

“It felt like my magic was boiling inside me... like when water boils?”

“Like it should have hurt, but it didn’t?”

“Yeah! How did you know?”

“Uh…” He clears his throat nervously, “just a guess.”

Nobody challenges it, but he can tell that Auden was filing it away for later.

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Troublemakers - 45: Caution

Translator: Peace

Proofreader: Iridesenescence

Shu: Mmhmm.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Apartment in France

Shu: Mmhmm.

Yes, I understand. However, it's important to remember where you began, and at times you may find exactly what you seek where your roots lie.

The motifs you find may be the same, but you mustn't forget that the experiences we accumulate throughout life affect how we as creators make use of them.

By comparing where you began and where you are now, you'll be able to see the sort of path you've thus taken and the distance you've walked to get there.

By reflecting, you’ll begin to notice the items you picked up, yet forgot all about.

Fufu. From time to time, I too dig through the designs I poured my soul into sketching as a young boy so that I may bring them to life with my current ability.

Should you lose your way, it can be as grand a medicine as a simple change of pace.

That said, dear foolish, inexperienced Kagehira – reflection alone will get you nowhere. It is more than enough that you move ever forward, one step at a time, from where you were before. Though you may stumble, you will continue onwards regardless.

And so shall I.

Mm. Things haven't changed very much on my end. Paris truly is the Capital of The Arts though; you shall find only the elite here, and each day I throw myself into the heat of competition with them. While there are many unpleasant things, my time here is fulfilling and enjoyable.

This is the path I have chosen, and I shall walk it until I am satisfied. However, I do apologize for leaving you behind and causing you such loneliness–

Shu: Fufu, you needn't put on a brave front for me. There are none so shameless as to eavesdrop on our conversation here. … You know, I'm lonely as well.

I want to see you. But for now… Let us nurture our own blossoms in these distant lands.

When we unite them, Valkyrie shall be the most exquisite bouquet of flowers in all the world; I eagerly await the arrival of that day.

Hmph. You fool, I wouldn't go so far as to claim that my day cannot begin without first hearing your voice.

In any case, I'm rather curious about something I happened to overhear–

The agency we've come under contract with–CosPro–has given rise to a new unit recently, correct?

Yes, the ones called Crazy:B… But I’m sure Tenshouin would fancy it, what with how rotten in character and soul it is.

Nonetheless, I have heard some rather… disquieting things about them. Even here in the Capital of the Arts, idols have begun to catch the eyes and ears of others…

And the world is full of riffraff looking to kick up a fuss – they will chatter away regardless of whether there is truth in their words.

As we belong to the same Agency, it may be particularly difficult to keep your distance. However–

Distance yourself as much as possible from those Crazy:B fellows.

In particular, there is one with a rather odd stage name among their numbers… I cannot call it to mind right now, but do take extra care around him.

Oh, curse myself for thinking of it only as nothing more than idle gossip worth ignoring.

Nonetheless, this sudden worry was the reason for my call.

Our Valkyrie has already fallen from grace once before… There is no harm in taking precautions to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, is there?

Hmph… The vast majority of us use our real names at ES, so it's rather unusual to use a stage name in its place; he'll be recognizable in an instant.

Just what was it… Mm. My apologies, my mind is still waking up.

I'll begin my preparations for the day and, should I recall something, I will contact you posthaste. In the meanwhile, be sure to do your best at your part-time work… and do give my regards to the children in Ra*bits.

Shu: … And if you happen to meet Nito anywhere, do have a heart-to-heart with him.

It isn't my place to tell you to do so, of course, but… I'm terribly saddened by the rift between the two of you.

You, myself, and Nito… We can never return to those happy days we spent together, just the three of us.

But I firmly believe that our present selves will be able to weave a relationship that is just as precious, or even moreso, as it was then.

Yes, yes… Well then, Kagehira, may the God of Art smile upon you as well.

Location: Saison Avenue

Mika: Talk t'ya later, Oshi-san…♪

(Ehehe. I still ain't too used t'usin' phones like this, so it feels kinda weird talkin' over one.

On toppa that, it might be the middle of the day here, but the sun’s just come up where he's at, ain't it?

But still… We're still standin' on the same big ol' globe, even bein' so far apart. It's real amazin'!

…Ah, that struck somethin' in me. Now, where I'd stick that memopad of mine–

Wait, I'll just stick it right on my phone! I reckon I can draw designs 'n stuff on here too… HoldHands sure is handy.

They introduce ya to all sortsa useful apps too, like this one for doin' designs…

Well, since Oshi-san's always fightin' someone on the net, the stuff I can do on m'phone's pretty limited.)

Tomoya: Um, Kagehira-senpai? Are you done with your phone call?

Some other people came to help us out that I want you to meet, and it’s about time we continued handing out the flyers…

Mika: Ah, yeah, gotcha. Sorry fer keepin' ya, Tomoya-kun, m'comin'.

Tomoya: You're good. You were on the phone with Itsuki-senpai just now, right? What did you two talk about?

Your face seemed a little pale, so was it something bad…?

Mika: Nnah… Nah, can't say it was. Can't say it was good either though.

Oshi-san was kinda unclear about it too, but apparently there's some fella with a weird stage name that I'm supposed t'be careful around. He was warnin' me about that guy.

Tomoya: A weird stage name?

Mika: Yeah…I dunno who it is, he’s supposed to be part of that new unit that popped up, Crazy:B.

Tomoya: Crazy:B, huh… I dunno who they are either.

The guys helping us out are from a new unit too, called ALKALOID, so I guess it's just the season for new units to be coming out of the woodworks.

… Ah, wait a second. If I remember right, there were some rumors floating around on the net about an idol with an odd stage name becoming a pretty hot topic.

Something about a doppelganger… I just thought it was some off the wall occult talk as usual though.

Mika: Doppelganger..?

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20 Questions Writer Questionnaire

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Is writing a hobby or way of life?

Still just a hobby, but I want to make it much more a part of my life. Getting off to a rough start, but this blog is part of that plan.

A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript?

Hmm… I'd say 50/50 probably? During the planning stages, to figure out aspects of the world or my characters, I'll use notebooks as something like scratch paper to sketch things out (sometimes literally) before writing them up in digital documents. But all those notes are largely just for the sorts of things that could cause continuity errors. A character's appearance, the geography and climate of a location, etc. When I sit down to write, it's usually by opening a blank document and just writing by the seat of my pants.

Who (or what) is your writing inspiration?

Oh that's a tough one. There's a couple of authors who I look up to in aspiration, usually for stylistic reasons; Pratchett, Tamsyn Muir, Diana Wynne Jones…

But honestly? I think most of my inspiration comes from the people I think fell short. Like… "Okay, you had a couple good ideas here and there, but the overall story is just… so disappointing. Let me see what I can do with these pieces."

Oh! One work that does fall on both sides of this fence is Final Fantasy IX. Its world manages to feel so incredibly real to me, and I love how it manages to maintain an incredibly personal and intimate tone for all of its characters, even as the plot builds to saving all of reality from the manifestation of entropy (not kidding, the "Not Alone" sequence that kicks off the third act still makes me tear up). But it still has shortcomings inherent to being a turn-of-the-century JRPG, and not all of its characters get all the narrative attention they deserve. But writing a story that I can conceive as an improved version of FF9 (whatever medium it winds up being) is probably my number one writing goal.

Which is worse: someone you "idolize" reading your first draft or listening to you sing?

Probably singing? I'm not horribly self-conscious about it - I did have some lessons once (a long time ago) - but I pretty much always want people to read my writing, if only to give me feedback on what they did like, and what I might do better.

Has writing from someone else's POV ever changed your own perspective?

…Not unexpectedly. I'll actually sometimes do a little bit of writing as an exercise specifically to explore certain points of view. So like… usually, if my mind changes due to writing from a particular character's POV, I started writing with the intent to see if my mind might change. Granted, that's pretty oversimplifying of the process, and mind-changing tends to be pretty gradual and slow, anyway, but…

Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN?

AO3 and Tumblr. I've been active on Tumblr for years, though I've only recently started writing on it. Meanwhile, I've been reading fic on AO3 for ages, and …very occasionally post stuff to it. …I really ought to post a new chapter to my Freyatrix fic, thinking about it…

AO3 wordcount, and are you satisfied with it?

3,744 and I'm not horribly stressed about it, but as I mentioned in the previous answer, I should see about maybe hitting 5k soon.

What movie/book/fic gripped you irrevocably?

Counting games under this.

Final Fantasy IX, as previously mentioned

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

The Last Unicorn

The Locked Tomb

The Fallen Gods series by S.D. Simper

Backwards to Oregon by Jae

Heaven Will Be Mine

The Clinch by Nicole Disney (specifically for teaching me to appreciate present tense narration, which I had previously been firmly opposed to)

Carmilla and all its adaptations and spin-offs

The Harrietta Lee series by Stephanie Ahn

A Memory Called Empire

the mountain of unfulfilled potential in Warcraft has haunted me since I started writing

and a whole host of honourable mentions that I'd be listing all night, if I started

There will also absolutely be two or three things I think of tomorrow that I'll be slapping myself for having forgotten, but... alas.

What’s the highest compliment you’ve ever been given, and have you been given it?

I can't think of any single compliment I've been given, but the number of times people have complimented the flow of my writing has stuck with me.

What defines your writing style?

I think it's that flow, again, mostly. Whether it's action or description, I have a feeling I have a fairly signature way of handling it. I think I also have a knack for maintaining characterization.

Gonna pull the "I'm still new here so don't yet know a lot of people, so all of my followers may consider themselves tagged, if they wish." thing again.

[ei-w]

Hi! Little update about coming time and later plans & personal experience regarding IB 2023.

Soon, IB posting is happening. This year, I joined as an author and artist, too. (Also, asking for beta help due to being not native...) If you turn it around, it is like four things at the same time to pay attention to, give feedback, be constantly on alert and keep in mind contact - no wonder I became burned out by the end of the summer.

Overall, writing was fun (I planned to make this story within PhicPhight, but I figured it would turn longer than I'd be able to make it within a month), and I'm glad for the beta help I got, and it was the very first time I joined as an artist. And just right at the time of the registration as an artist I bought my Wacom. I had never done digital art before - except on my phone. So, it was fun to figure out. (I spent the first few days screaming in panic, then I thankfully found an app I can use on my 'basic' level.) I learned a lot while doing 'arts' - sorry, I still think I can draw.

By now, I'd probably do those drawings a little bit differently than I did, more smoothly & quicker and knowing what I am doing - or at least more than that time. My arts within IB were literally the firsts I did with my device - no exaggeration. Every stroke with the pencil was a new thing, a learning method with brushes and colours and layers. So, in that aspect... the final product ended up okay-ish. (But I'm critical, ofc)

As being extremely exhausted and mentally drained out by now with everything, I decided that this was my last InvisoBang for a while - for two years at least. And although I joined the E-I event as an artist, and I have drawings planned, I can't imagine that I'd be able to finish those to the view I imagined them. Either they will stay sketches, or I'll drop out - I considered at the beginning to join as a writer, too, but very soon, I came to see that it wouldn't work (I still hope though that I'd manage a short story, but let's confess I am just hanging on a last weak rope.)

To summarise everything: IB is on to end soon. Masters is on to continue for me with a new semester, funnily, at the same time. If I plan to continue doing anything with writing, for a while, I'd like to return to edit my long story. Beyond that, drawing when I feel like it gives me more freedom than writing does - also causing less stress than dealing with words all the time in another language than my original one and edit over and over again texts to be presentable for the public, losing meanwhile in the process passion over my lovechild and wrote creations.

So, all things summed up, if E-I happens for me as an artist, then it happens, but after that, until my master's studies last (which is 1.5 years), I won't join any other event, especially not IB.

Thank you for being around until now (and while I posted under my other blog and accounts)! <3

- Alice

[abstract-moth]

1,3,56 from this: https://www.tumblr.com/abstract-moth/725752329946710016?source=share

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

So for context, I read fanfic for years before I actually started writing my own works. I used to get so sad when fics were unfinished, so I promised myself that if I ever wrote fanfic, I would always finish my multichapter fics. As of now, I have only a single multi chapter fic that I am writing very slowly. I do want to finish it and have outlined all the remaining chapters and plot. However, keeping up with the continuity is hard over so many years and chapters. If I want to work on it, I have to take a few days to remind myself where I left off. While I was working on this multi chapter, fic, I started writing one shots. That's not to say that I'm fast at writing one shots either. But it makes me feel less guilty about keeping my readers waiting.

Anyway, I wouldn't say I necessarily prefer one over the other. One shots are small short ideas that are relatively easier to produce. Meanwhile multi chapter fics are larger and take a lot of time and energy, but allow me to become immersed in the characters and story, building up to plot twists and character growth over the chapters. Writing each is definitely a different experience. But I do like the current system I have no where I work on one multi chapter fic and sprinkle in one shots when I feel inspired.

Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

I always start with an interesting premise or idea. If I think the idea is actually good enough to become a fic, I note down basic sketches for scenes, maybe some dialogue if I feel particularly inspired. From there, I start outlining the basic framework of the fic. I try to define the different scenes I want and a basic description of what is happening in each scene.

Once the outlining is done, I start writing. Usually, I start with the most interesting scenes I find to write. I tend to go for dialogue before further fleshing it out with description. I also try to add some sort of complexity, intrigue or really anything to make every part of the story interesting. I like to always be grabbing the reader's attention with something.

What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I am affectionately fond of my fic titles. I always like to do something short and simple with hidden double meanings. When that fails, I go for alliteration. The best title I ever came up with was "A Different Kind of Spiral" which was about a figure skater having a mental breakdown. It has the opening note:

"spiral (n) - an element in figure skating where the skater glides on one foot while raising the free leg above hip level.

downward spiral (n) - a situation where something continuously decreases or gets worse."

Thank you so much for participating in the game! This was very fun. I finally got a small break in between my exams, so hopefully I'll slowly start making my way through my backlog.

[faintvibes]

Oh BOY did this take a while!!!

Ramblings about my process are under the cut:

Starting, with the drawing on the outer edges, as it's what I completed first, I'll note that Germania's outfit is absolutely inspired by this post [1], and not necessarily what is most historically accurate. That's something I still need to do more research on, however (due to that being a more obscure field of study with limited easily available sources, and that image I liked being right there) I'm ashamed to admit the thought didn't even occur to me. I'll take the L this time, and try to be more thorough upon the next opportunity.

With Rome, there was more effort put into the historical accuracy.

To clarify the time: this image was intended to take place in the 400s or so. I tried to include lots of tiny bits of symbolism while working on this illustration (most of which are too tiny to be noticed, or make too much sense, but shhhh), and this is one point in this. This is meant to slightly foreshadow the Fall of Rome, where Rome himself is looking to Germania, when it is his descendants that will cause the fall, but Germania is looking to the next image in the line, which takes place in the future, indicating that he will go on to see things Rome will not. (Admittedly, I don't hc Germania surviving long enough to be alive to witness the time period in the image he's looking at, but the point is still there.) As an added little bonus, though I need to work on my ability to draw detailed backgrounds, the forest behind them is based off a reference image of Teutoberg Forest.

So, with all this considered, as well as the more easy availability of information about anything Roman, I put myself to work on finding sources on Roman armour in the 400s. The first source on Google [2] was very insightful, and included a very helpful little image at the top, though I unfortunately haven't been able to find the original source for it. If you view it on the link, however, you'll notice it bears great similarities to the outfit I've depicted Rome in.

I'll note here that this above drawing, as well as the following two I will discuss, were actually made over two months ago, with only the middle one being completed recently. As such, I might miss some details, or not understand why I made a certain creative choice as well as I might've months ago. I don't expect this to be overly intrusive, but just something to be aware of as we continue.

I did the next two drawings simultaneously, and they hold similar symbolic roles as well. Generally, in this illustration, there is a significance to the order and appearance of characters on the left -> centre side, as well as the right -> centre side, with both sides mirroring each other. Hungary and America here are both here as sort of 'successors' (I use this very loosely) to each ancient beside them, the imagery in their respective drawing showing both their continued existence (the flame of life still burning, or something along those lines) as well as being a reference to their personalities. Hungary I more use as a successor in the sense of being a state which rose after Germania's time, who held a similar warrior-like attitude to the one I imagine him having, and also being associated with Prussia and Austria, which connected her to Germania's descendants. America, meanwhile, is a successor in the sense of having success in a way similar to, and modelled after, Rome. Neither of them are meant to be true successors by way of inheritance, or passing the torch, serving more accurately as a reminder of powers long gone.

Hungary is depicted ~1200s, and her illustration is based off of an older sketch I had, where I was playing around with those years when she'd just realised that she was, biologically, female, and had to find out what that meant to her. And also what it meant to her people, and rulers! This specifically depicts her in feminine clothing, which is based off of this painting[3] and this painting[4] of Saint Elizabeth of Hungary/Árpád-házi Szent Erzsébet. I struggled to find resources for Hungarian, specifically, women's clothing around that time period, so I focused in on Hungarian women from the time, and attempted to find illustrations of them from as close to the era they lived in as possible. (If anyone wants to ramble to me about Hungarian fashion history, I eagerly invite you.) The cream-coloured background in her image is also a reference to this second painting, though I recognise that absolutely no one would realise that without me pointing it out. Additionally, I'll note that I depicted Hungary without a veil, when this is a characteristic feature of this period in European fashion- this is because veils were typically reserved for married women. Again, though, I cannot speak for Hungarian fashion specifically.

America's one also depicts him in a dress (of sorts), though to memory this isn't intentional. His is also based on a prior drawing, as I was reattempting an old project, where I depicted him in this same outfit, from a year or two ago. The general story behind this image is that I love the hc that he cross-dressed during the American Revolution to hide from England, and this is an outfit I found a depiction of and that I absolutely adore. It can be found in World of Art: Costume and Fashion[5], where in the 18th century section, there are a set of three sketches included by an artist drawing women he sees on the street. This dress is, then, actually from the 1730s, but as it so clearly depicts clothing worn by someone of low social standing, I doubt it would too out of place in later decades, beyond its wearer's clear lack of money. I don't have a particular scenario in mind where America would wear this dress, but I imagine that he would do so if trying to blend in on the street. As an added note: he's also grown his hair out a little, to make the disguise work better. (Why wouldn't he wear a wig? Don't ask my past self obvious questions :/)

And finally, we have the centre drawing. Technically, this image exists as part of its own little AU (which has lived in my head rent-free since I first thought it up while making this), it also occupies a strong place as symbolism in this overall illustration. Again, the character placements are important: Prussia and Germany finish the progression of Germania and Hungary, while the Italies are a callback to Rome. Both groups, unlike Hungary and America in the images to either side, have claims as the 'true inheritors' of Germania and Rome's legacies. Additionally, not only is this where both sides of the illustration 'come full circle', but the image itself depicts unity. This is the 1870s y'all!! Germany's unified! Risorgimento just came to an end! Double unification, both of which ring with reminders of the past!! Should Germany still be a kid? Probably! Why is Veneziano the only dude? I wanted to draw dresses! (Both a connected to the AU portion of this. If you're curious, dm me and unlock exclusive rambles. But I did also just want to draw dresses.)

For the references for this image, I drew the girls' clothes from this Harper's Bazaar compilation[6], which I found the link to on this glorious google doc[7], which I enthusiastically recommend. Meanwhile, Veneziano's outfit is mostly based off of references from this page[8]. Unfortunately, particularly for the girls, I saved all the specific images months ago, but did not save the particular pages I found them on, so if you're curious about anything in particular, you might have to go digging yourself.

The frames, of course, are references to the images they contain. The Rome/Germania frame is gold and decorated, to represent the legacies they (particularly Rome) left behind. (Yes, I know the frames are uneven, and the Rome-Germania frame doesn't line up. Allow me to have a couple vices in life.) Hungary's and America's represent the shape of their fire and sun, respectively. The middle four's frame is silver, linking it to Germania and Rome's, showing that they, too, have legacies of importance, even if they might not be quite as revered as their predecessors. The lines at the corners was just to be funky, and the flowers are a reference to those on Germany's dress and in her hair, not because of any particular symbolic reason, but because they're placeholder flowers since I wasn't assed to draw anything more detailed, and by the end I found that really, really funny. Did I mention that the middle drawing took half the total drawing time? I was really losing it by the end.

While working on this, I'd tried out a couple different ways to frame the drawings and provide a foreground, but ultimately this hallway setting was the only one I was satisfied. This is now where you are when you're looking at my work, I guess. Welcome to the blue hallway, Tumblr.

Edit: Totally forgot to mention!! This idea was originally inspired by a piece of fanart I'd seen before, so a nod to that for the idea!!

Sources:

[1]: Illustration of Germania, Gaul, Britannia, and Rome by Tumblr user Kuso Horreum, published approx 5 years ago

[2]: “The Advancement of the Late Roman Armor and Its Effectiveness”, by Hayden Chakra, published May 6, 2023

https://about-history.com/the-advancement-of-the-late-roman-armor-and-its-effectiveness/

(for some reason, inserting a link won't work for this one, so ig just trust me that I'm not posting a virus link or smth???)

[3]: "Santa Elisabetta d'Ungheria" by Pietro Nelli, painted circa 1365

[4]: Title unknown, artist unknown, presumably pictures the right person??, dated to the late 1400s

[5]: “World of Art: Costume and Fashion” by James Laver, published by Thomas & Hudson, published 14 April 2020 (there are earlier versions, but this one includes some edits, and it is the one I use)

[6]: “Victorian Fashions and Costumes from Harper's Bazar, 1867-1898”, complied by Stella Blum, published by Dover Publications, published in 1974

cuttersguide.com/pdf/19th-Century-Female/Victorian-Fashions-and-Costumes.pdf

(This is another link that tumblr just doesn't like... Fair warning that this is also a copy of this compilation that is available for free, however that might not necessarily be how the publisher wants you to view it)

[7]: “Claire’s Historical Fashion Reference & Resources”, created Apr 19, 2016, last updated 16 October 2022, created by Claire Hummel

[8]: “1870s Fashion”, by Bloshka admin, published 27 October 2022

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

i’m gonna sound like a hater but all I can think when I see walking wake is