#I had to redraw him several times to make this look nice

[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

A doodle of Howdy and Julie! :)

I was listening to some electroswing and felt like I needed to draw some characters dancing!

[brother-genitivi]

✨Self-Rec Tag Game ✨

I was tagged by my beloved @shivunin (who also created this tag game) thank you so much!! This is such a lovely idea 🥺

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

Something you absolutely adore:

This piece is my favourite by far. I want to do more screencap redraws because I had so much fun with this one.

Something that was challenging to create:

I restarted this piece twice and shed tears over not being able to replicate Leyendecker's painting style LMFAOOO but looks like 3rd time was the charm because I found it really simple to do after I moved onto the clothes.

Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably):

Something that makes me smile! Just because it's him (my boy my love the blorbo in my brain the epitome of sunbeams).

Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.):

People seemed to like this one. Most if not all of my art is entirely self indulgent lmao I make things for my own happiness so when people actually take a liking to things I draw I get very ?? about it. But it's nice <3

Something you want other people to see:

This! Only bc I'm severely rotted in the brain (and making more wips for the concept LOL). They're in my head constantly send HELP

Tagging: @isayashai @luckyspacerabbit @forystr @rennybu @tamarsart

[vargaslovinghours]

Half a dozen in one (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5)

Oh no the Apotheosis is back and it wants to play, that’s never a good thing

Scriabin is not into it

I wanted to draw King Scriabin but I goofed up the crown so bad lol, at least his face is cute ✨

Pokemon Vargases! From that time that I forgot how to draw their Pokemon versions lol. You have to approach Espeon!Edgar gently, he’s easily spooked

Sylveon!Scriabin is such an attention hog, poor Edgar haha

*puts my feelers around you condescendingly*

Sleeping on each other, always ♥ Even sleeping, they’re still intertwined lightly, Edgar’s hand on Scriabin’s shoulder and Scriabin’s on Edgar’s arm ♪

I had an idea about Scriabin “reading” Edgar’s mind by guessing how he feels about something, but I unfortunately forgot the specifics just as I was writing it down, so frustrating

I do remember that it was something a lot closer to how Scriabin felt about that thing and he was describing how he felt, not just Edgar, but he realized too late

Made him feel isolated :(

Apology hugs 💕

Who wrote this eviction notice, this is a cave?? I just think they turned out really cute here haha ♪

Stop being naked >:0

Don’t wanna get used to it >:(

After all the Father and Daddy puns, I had to lol. Lady!Edgar with her hair down is just so prettyyyyyy

Two mops, makin’ out

For whatever reason, I started a teeny tiny little ScriAnimal series - first up is Scriabat with hand-wings because lol

I was watching a video of someone with their bird who was munching on the inside of their glasses stem haha

Scriabird is here to scream and knock things off the counters

And cutely chew on things

We are stopping this sketchdump for a Jake appreciation minute ♥ Thank you for appreciating Jake, now back to our regularly scheduled programming

A quick and silly digital doodle - waxing via tape is not recommended

Got the urge to draw dragons again, Scriabin needs to settle and Edgar is in protecc mode. His hugs are even harder to escape than normal!

The original sketch for sleepy Edgar - I couldn’t decide whether to use “World’s #1 Dad” or “World’s Best Dad”, so I just used both for the final version lol. Did Todd give it to him? Did Scriabin? Did they both get him nearly-matching mugs??

One of the early drafts for the ‘17 redraw; this was actually all drawn on one layer (on purpose! lol), which was a really fun experiment with some brushes I rarely use. I liked the angle of Edgar’s face too, he looks so smug haha ♪

Tiny Edgar doodle for a quick reference, he’s so cute ♥

I wasn’t kidding when I said it took a while to get Alone Together right, I was this close to giving up and just doing it the easy way several times before finally getting the trick down - I’m glad I didn’t but sheesh!

I started a pretty long mini idea that I managed to get like 90% of the way through before deciding I didn’t like it lol, but there were still some really fun poses and expressions

“What is it?” Light concern Edgar ♥

Probably the most complex panel of the set, as much as I like the leg poses I’m also frustrated by them lol - didn’t help that my page smudged >:P

A little bit of expression practice, the cute thing is Scriabin

I heard it, we all heard it, everybody saw!

Couple’a Scriabins to practice hair differences. I’ve gotten used to making him simultaneously fluffy and sleek like on the left, but I really love a True Floof look too, with many more starts and stops, it’s really fun ♪

Uppies!

Oscillates between “Why” and “You can’t tell me what to do”

Brain baby Weirdly enough, this was actually inspired by a skin-horror idea I had but decided was a little too body-horror-y and so I repurposed it lol

Some goofy matryoshka dolls haha. They remind me of Near’s finger puppets from Death Note somehow hmm

More hair differences, using opposing methods of line directionality while shading and texturing Scriabin’s hair. Pushing up from under gives this really nice line weight; it’s harder to do consistently because I keep wanting to sweep down, but when it works, the shadows fall exactly where they should and it’s lovely ✨ And like I said, pulling down is a lot easier, and because of that I can get these really uniform lines - I prefer the tapered effect, but pulling definitely has its uses and-

Hey wait a minute-

Golden floof ✨ This is actually really hard to see IRL lol

Edgar Warmup to see if my tablet was working properly, didn’t have time to pull up refs so from memory it is!

And that’s February through May again! Lots of silly little things, and a surprising number of scrapped larger ideas hmmm

[sacredsnape]

This is a little sad but could you write something where severus and reader spent one summer together, maybe before graduation and reader didn’t forget it even years later when they met again.

"Sometimes all I think about is you, in Kate nights even in the heat of June" {thought of this because I was listening to heat waves}

Genre: angst

Warnings: Mentions of Sev's trauma and the marauders bullying him

Reader and Sev are both 18 at the beginning and then 21 after the dash

Link to masterlist

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You and Snape spent your final weeks together at Hogwarts down by the lake, skipping stones and watching the giant squid bask lazily in the vast water.

For the first time in a long time, Snape was relaxed, laughing at your jokes and smiling when you pointed out a particular flower he had told you about months ago.

You've been there for Snape through all of his trauma, especially with his bullies. You've stood up for him several times and gave James Potter a nice, hard punch in the nose a couple of times. Although it landed you in detention, it was worth it just to make Snape feel better.

You and Snape sat under the big tree by the lake, the baking June sun peering through the leaves. You had your head on Snape's shoulder, watching him doodle in his notebook.

"I'm going to miss you," you softly told Snape as you watched him draw and redraw James and Sirius being thrown off their brooms (Snape thought that this drawing was very funny).

"I'm going to miss you more," Snape said, smiling a little as he looked at you. He had fallen in with a bad crowd during his years at Hogwarts, and you just knew that this would be the last time you saw him again for a while.

"Don't forget to write me," you urgently reminded Snape as he finally finished his doodle. "I'll write you everyday."

"I won't, Y/N," Snape promised you, sighing happily as he looked out at the grounds, which were littered with students enjoying their last days of the term by laying in the grass or playing Gobstones.

"Just be safe, alright?' you told Snape knowingly, nudging his side gently. "If you ever get into any trouble, write me."

"I will," Snape mumbled, nudging your side back. "Don't worry so much about me."

You frowned at him; you couldn't help but worry. You had tried to persuade him to leave the group of people he had associated himself with, but he never listened. Your only consultation was to just hope that he'd be okay.

"Wanna go in for some iced pumpkin juice?" he asked you then, putting his notebook away in his schoolbag. "I heard there's some leftover from lunch."

You eagerly nodded and gathered your items, standing with Snape. You and him headed back up the sloping grass towards the castle doors, laughing joyfully at the sight of Sirius Black tripping his way down the stairs as he walked out to the grounds.

---

It's now been three years since you've last seen Snape, but you were seeing him in just a few hours from now.

You and Snape were both now 21 and both new teachers at Hogwarts; he'd be teaching Potions while you'd be teaching Muggle Studies.

You were meeting him in the staff room before the start of term feast and you were buzzing with excitement; you couldn't wait to reunite with him and hug him after so long.

You had felt very nostalgic the past three summers, thinking of Snape during June. You reminisced on your times together almost every day, and it was a painfully bittersweet feeling.

Before you knew it you were hurrying down the corridors of Hogwarts, trying to locate the staff room. You asked Nearly Headless Nick, one of the Hogwarts ghosts, who kindly showed you the way.

You quickly opened the door, but it was already being opened from the other side, and went walking straight into Snape's chest.

"Sev!" you cried, flinging your arms around him in an instant. He was much taller than you now, and you swayed on your tip toes as you embraced him.

"Hi," he softly said, widely smiling down at you as he hugged you back. "It's been so long since I've last seen you, Y/N."

"Tell me about it!" you said, wiping your watering eyes as you hugged him tighter, inhaling the freshness of his new robes. "My heart's been aching without you, Sev. Every June I've thought about you."

Snape looked at you tor a few moments before he burst into tears, startling you. He held you so firmly that you nearly fell over, securing yourself in his arms as he sobbed, "It's been horrible without you, Y/N. I've suffered through so much in our years apart which I can't tell you about now, but fuck- I was absolutely miserable without you."

"I'm here now, my prince, it's okay," you soothed him, stroking his thick hair. "You're never going to lose me again. I'm going to stick by you and continue to protect you from all of the bad things in this world."

Snape drew back to look at you, his skin gleaming with his tears under the candlelight in the room.

"Promise?" Snape sniffled as he wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeves.

"Always," you said, giving him the biggest hug possible and wiping his remaining tears for him, feeling happier than ever to be back with your best friend.

[trickstyrss]

pressed send too fast. doc, sanford and dei headcanons? not a lot, just like four or five or really anything!

Hello part two! Just as before, most, if not all of my headcanons are a joint effort between @temporalcrow and I. They do their best to make sure I make sense cause I can assure you, my ideas often don't make sense lol

anywho!

Doc 1. For starters, the man's a mad scientist. Maybe not officially, but do you see the things he does? You know this guy has a freezer full of bodies somewhere in his lab. You learn through experimentation, you have to study and observe. A stockpile of bodies helps. How do you think he knows how to stitch Hank back together?

2. I've mentioned before that in our rps, Doc is the medic, though not a licensed Doctor. Everyone in the SQ knows first aid and can handle their own on missions, Doc is just the one who can do the big stuff like surgery. He may not have a license, but he has experience and that's all you can ask for in Nevada.

3. Professional is a good word to describe Doc. Things must be clean and orderly, you must keep up appearances. Neatly iron pants and a nice dress shirt are a must. Of course there are exceptions based on what you're doing. But you gotta look good, you have a reputation to uphold. 4. Medicine is not the only thing Doc is good at. You want a gourmet meal in Nevada? Well if you can convince him to cook for you, you will get gourmet. This dude has the culinary skills of the SQ. 10/10 you will not be disappointed. - - - - -

Sanford - aka the one I have zero thought put into 1. Sanford runs hot, body temperature wise. This is why he tends to run around shirtless. I've learned personally that being overheated all the time is hell, thank you heart condition that I randomly got a couple years back that makes me now too run hot. This is not the kind of relatable headcanon I was looking for, but okay. Do note though, this was not decided because it's relatable, it's coincidence that Temporalcrow had this idea. I'm not going to project something so obvious onto a character. 2. Sanford is a very good cook, not Doc levels, but he can make you a very comfortable and fulfilling meal. He is the one who usually cooks for the team, Hank is too impatient to cook and Deimos lacks any interest in it, as well as Doc is often too busy to use his skills in the kitchen. Maybe not a 5 star experience, but maybe a 4 star. - - - - -

Deimos 1. Because he has died once, he is now following the path of Hank towards slow lobotomization. A single death barely has any impact on you, but the damage has started. Like Hank, my iteration of Deimos has his rock mutations hidden thanks to Doc. They are not truly gone, if he so desired, he could bring them back and regain access to his rock powers, but then he would have to go through the agonizing process of getting them hidden again. In my drawings of Deimos you can see the scarring that the rocks left behind. Though now that I think about it, I do not think my drawings of him are even posted to show that. I'll need to redraw him soon.

incoming rant/tangent

2. Deimos is smart, smarter than people seem to understand. It's why I have ranted in past about my distaste towards the fandom depictions of him. Everyone makes him a dirty, useless, and idiotic detriment to the SQ when evidence points otherwise.

For starters, Deimos is ex-aahw, this means he has a lot of strict rules that he has been conditioned to follow. Of course once he dissented he would likely try to toss those out the window for a taste of freedom, but you don't toss aside years of conditioning at the drop of the hat. Those habits stick to you like glue, not following them cause you severe distress. This is basic psychology, Deimos would be clean and organized, he would do things on a schedule, especially early on in his dissenting. It would takes weeks or months or even years to break all of those habits, and some he wouldn't even try to break because they benefit him. He would not be some greasy dirt bag unless he was physically incapable of cleaning himself, and his team sure as hell wouldn't let him be a greasy dirt bag either.

He's also very smart!!! The man can fly a helicopter, something that is extremely difficult! You don't just jump in the cockpit and brute force your way into flying one of those. You can do that with a plane, not a helicopter. Yes he is reckless, he is shown to goof off and not take situations seriously, but that doesn't make him stupid, and he clearly shows that he can be serious when the situation requires it. You can't even say he died because of his recklessness because he didn't. His death wasn't his fault in any regard. Had he and Sanford not been separated he likely would have survived, but that was not something that could have been foreseen and thus prevented.

In regards to his intelligence, he is also a hacker, something that isn't nearly as simple as banging your fists on a keyboard and saying "i'm in", he understands a wide assortment of weaponry, it's clear he has knowledge of mechanics to some level. I headcanon that he is quite the engineer because of this. The man's a genius in many ways! I get so irked when the fandom makes him out to be this useless child...

I may not write or rp Deimos anymore, but god am I still passionate about this man.

[the-firebird69]

Is a huge number of these imbeciles right around saying they have a chance and then starting to see what they're doing to themselves a little bit then they straighten out and start flying into the wall again now we're really sick of this guy next door he's got to go and Tommy f the rotten to the core I suppose they're not going to get out of here until it's stupid and we are going to see them out starting today we're going to get them out on purpose and we are coming in and thus far it's working we have a lot of places that they had their people abandoned and it was above and beyond the 15% that evacuated they probably was an additional 10% on top of the 15% that had available open houses and apartments and right now we're moving to occupy those and we're also moving to occupy properties that they lost in court and they're still occupying them but we are going to evict them and they're going to go to campgrounds and try and get our son there they're already doing that and people fighting it here and it's starting to get beat up pretty good too and people who want to move are doing it and Tommy f and it's a pretty good calling we having trouble with him this morning it seems to be a storm moving in right the time when he's going to try and deliver the payment it's not very happy about that and we are waiting to see what happens but it doesn't look good there are other things happening the pseudo empire is still removing ships from the three Northern tunnel and it started doing it on other tunnels at the same time and all the way down to Sarasota for the most part they're removing huge numbers of ships and it's going to increase and he says the weather is here it should be passed by the time he has to go on the errand good. We have several other things to mention mostly we are in his debt and hers for doing a lot of work and we are enjoying it and it is nice and we have several things coming online today and it started pushing for it I said we're doing all this work let's make it worthwhile make it so we don't have to let go of it and we are really cranking we're going to get other stuff out now and people see how it goes.

-there's also the question of what are we going to do with all these people who are hateful in mean well I wrote up a note this morning I said these are the people that are pretty much spent and they're being held on to by these people and until they let go we're going to use them against them and they can say what they like that's going to happen it's going for it

-this other thing is happening this entire Street has cars going up and down and all day long and hot rods and fast trucks and front end loaders it's a damn mess and disgrace then we have to stop it we have to get the ship out above that's terrible we need to do it ASAP something orders out and people who are trying need help and I'm putting orders for people to help

-this place is exhausting he's already tired and he just got up and he slept a lot so we know what that is fatigue and he's feeling it and he needs oxygen so we are going to start working here but we need people to understand my son is important our son is important and we need to impress upon people what he's done and what he's doing he has a mission he works for us and with us and is the leader and I can't express it more so you don't have any relationship place for you guys but it's just how about a plot of land near Olympus and I said that's a great idea and I started to chuckle I said all these castles are old out there awful and one of them is going to see very close to the one here they might see later and boy that's a good idea. And now we can redraw the palace it's kind of a palace Castle it's really old fashioned looking everything that is modern and it's filled with modern materials and it looks really cool and our places do too because we did away with the old book for the most part so he says okay we'll just do the plot of land for now and yeah they resemble the old ones so it's going to resemble it and we'll have to have Hera do up a sketch. She says I have to find the damn thing and here we go okay this is all I need to know design it right you jerk they say they modernize it but we kind of sketch the old one and they can talk about what they do is an interested Windows no Marvin so we are working on things but we all sudden saw what you said and everybody has a place out there this is large piece of land just sit in there and we know what about it and that you're probably going to want that but now it's kind of apparent that it works so we don't put signs there. Yeah we do it's to keep people informed so they don't flip out. Now we usually have a sign and it has the names it has description and you put who it is and we have a preliminary side we can put there to be developed and to be announced and we're going to say upon plan review or something. Now it is something I think I'd be the architect that sounds good when zigzag would be the contractor and these guys will be management we're going to start rolling on this. There's no real way to say this you put a name that's a pseudonym they wonder who the hell it is yeah we used to do that probably should do that probably something not like less craven probably not so Hera and I can work on that. And yes I agree Zues it's a good idea and yeah you don't put our names all over the place. The palace itself will probably be about a million square feet and the ancillary building is another million the bean facility below but you have to and very deep in case and I'll be about a billion square feet and you can keep toys in there cars and stuff that's fun plenty of room I guess. I need to get on this and they'll be a part of the design team I'm sure this is going to help us out and Hera is going to do the master design so they want to find the castle and you're saying it's on Earth still and it is or in it and they're going to have to try and find it and we're going to move on this idea it's greatness and how much do I want for the land it's public land so we have to put into the planning department.

We're going to change our costumes right now

Thor the Thor has to go change the tie I'm going to put a different jacket on Freya

They do that a lot cuz it's a pain in the ass they look different though

Nuada Arrianna

We're going to go ahead and do this like nobody knows where we are for crying out loud but we have to go ahead and do this

Uriel and Goddess Wife

We have the names the rough square footage the use the rough size and rough shape and pretty much it's going to be built fairly soon and yeah you're right about something who's going to live there before you get there and you're saying there be like a guest wing and we could do it for foreign dignitaries from other planets until we get there that's a nice thing to do we usually do that we can offer it and some of us will be over there.

I just had this funny thought that everybody would be over there remember that you said this and your kids are wondering what you're up to so they're inquiring so they want to set limitations and we do understand that we have had this before and we're going to look at it it's different he says it is there should be a limit on overnight and that and then I said this this is going to be fun I have dirt bike stuff and all sorts of weird things we have that too it's not a ton of it car testing, I can't believe this this is going to be real this is so strange make room for one more Portugal or whatever that song is feel it now it's true too that's one of the major things somebody remembers it's father I think and mothers and want to be there and my side and she says her side and she's screaming it and then she saying something I can't understand. And of course if he says our house is open to you and overnight guest and I guess the place will be jammed in the day. He says you have the doctor the picture of his and put a suit of armor on him please don't see the eyes and make a huge. Yeah I don't wear that stuff we don't Freya adds it in there. It's a big wrestling match all the time so they have to have one the wrestling ring. So fake wrestling it's only I'm figured out something this is going to be terrible. There really a lot of fun and it's a theory and we're going to exercise it now we already do you're going to love it this is going to be crazy your house is going to be nuts just like it was in westborough and your parents thought you were crazy then they thought this is awesome and they had a good time and got people got to know people more and better he came friends and kept it rolling so we're going to do that it will have celebrations and you said April 1st is coming so he wants to have her birthday party out there on the lawn so going to make an area right now it's kind of woods and stuff this is perfect we can go through the woods and I just got an idea that's also interesting this one for security but it's like the old days oh this is like one or something have to have two case a Norwegian one for the big one it's a weird situation we haven't really had it that much and it's strange song and he says he appreciates it

Thor Freya

We do appreciate it a lot I mean uses and I do Zues thank you this is a great idea

Hera

So now I can say I'm having a house built and I need money so I have to get my money and when I spend my money will grab the cash and it's for the house

Zues

Boy that's great I'm going to put it in right now

Thor Freya

Olympus

[ygg-yiggles]

Old Art: Inktober 2022, part 2

Continuing on from last time, here's days 16-31. Sorry it took longer to get to than I expected.

Day 16: Fowl More issues with the scanner! Why didn't I just find something to weigh down that edge? Anyway, this one was fun to draw, with a mix of various mircon pens, including brush tip ones for those big, chunky lines. The wings are... less than ideal, but I think the twisting neck of the swan turned out well. The swan is one of those animals that looks beautiful, until it's angry, and then suddenly it's terrifying, with innumerable pseudo-teeth like a mouth full of needles. As October is the month of spooky things, I leaned into that.

Day 17: Salty ...Oh come on, you were doing so well with the scanner, almost perfect in fact, but you went back to the phone camera again? Come on. The look is kind of iffy as well, just like the Crabby one featuring these same two characters. I think the weird face on the mom was intentional, though, in order to match the unintentionally weird look of her previously.

Day 18: Scrape Now there we go, there's a nice, clean scan, and an image I'm proud of. Girl in maid outfit, sharpening her cleaver thing. I think it's a girl, at least. If I recall, some degree of ambiguity was the goal. I did still screw up the hands kind of and made that arm chunkier than I wanted, but making heavy use of grey ink let me actually draw something that would read as black without being pitch black and indiscernible. The hair was drawn with an unknown blue-purple fountain pen ink. Really wish I could remember which one that was.

Day 19: Ponytail More adventures in brush-tip micron pens. This is a redraw/other angle of a character I drew just before Inktober 2022 began, but I don't think I quite captured him in the same way. His legs also ended up weirdly stubby here.

Day 20: Bluff Ahhhghhhhh, bad scan again, and it made key parts of the art blurry. Damn. I should really re-scan this one. At least the image is alright, even if one shadow is distractingly dark. I chose to shade this largely with horizontal lines mostly as an experiment, which I think worked out decently and would have worked better if I had committed even more to it. The subject here is the man from the previous day, standing on the topographic feature called a bluff. The best part of the image, I think, is the way I worked the number and prompt into the river.

Day 21: Bad Dog A grotesque, monstrous creature, vaguely canid, with no skin and spikey bits all over. Bit of hair here and there. Overall, I like it. Don't really have much else to say.

Day 22: Heist This anatomy sucks but I drew it quickly, more quickly than something that took up this much of the page normally would. Evidently, I even managed to get it to scan properly! This is not meant to be any character in particular, by the way.

Day 23: Booger You ever just sneeze out an entire slimegirl? I like several things about this, from the way I was able to give the look of transparency to how swollen the sick man's face looks. I'm sure I've drawn plenty better, but I do quite like this one, gross as it is.

Day 24: Fairy Call me old fashioned, but personally I believe fairies should be nude. Well, okay, Touhou Project fairies do really well with big poofy dresses or even american flag pattern spandex, but other than that, keep 'em naked.

Day 25: Tempting All across the Halloween-observing world (i.e. the United States and not much of anywhere else), children are asked to simply not touch a bowl full of candy, sitting out for anywhere from the day leading up to trick-or-treating to all month long. Imagine! Here, we see a child eyeing up a brass bowl full of all sorts of treats. The temptation is palpable.

Day 26: Ego Max Stirner, father of Individualist Egoism, wields an AK, wearing a shirt with torn-off sleeves, with a waifish girl clutching his chest. Need I say more?

Day 27: Snack Another kind of goofy one from a perspective sense and I could have afforded to put more pink on that pig in the front. However, I'm overall happy with the chonky dragon design. Hog after hog has gone down his gullet, and now he looks a little like one himself.

Day 28: Camp I enjoy making recurring characters that exist only for each Inktober. As it turns out the girl(?) from Scrape and the guy from Ponytail and Bluff are either an item or good friends. And hey, look, that cleaver works as an axe to gather and split firewood! I did better with the treeline here than I normally do when I try to draw such a thing. Plenty of room for improvement still. At least this one has a decent amount of color.

Day 29: Uh-Oh Due to the ancient subject matter, I chose to use entirely brown tones to give this one a sepia look. The ancients had cats, and by all accounts I've ever read, their behavior has not changed a bit throughout the entire course of the history of feline domestication. Here, we see a cat which has located a bucket of something, left carelessly on a ledge. Below, a just minding his own business is about to have a bad day. Is this scene Roman? Greek? Something else? I don't know, but it's ancient something somewhere somewhen, or maybe even pure fantasy. No matter the circumstance, no matter the time or place or plane of existence, cats will cause problems on purpose.

Day 30: Gear An amorphous creature with a gear incorporated into its body and other gear around its gaping maw. It is an uneven, asymmetric, shambling beast. One of its hands is even beginning to turn gear-like, with gear teeth on the back side of each digit. I think the best part of this piece is the mouth. Gear piece here were colored with Diamine Ancient Copper ink.

Day 30 31: Farm Oops. This one was rough because I was busy all day and couldn't think of the perfect thing to draw for the entire day up until the evening, when I suddenly chose to embark on a pumpkin field... Or a jack-o-lantern field, rather. They're naturally like that, at least on Halloween. For something I rushed at the end of the day, I honestly don't think it looks half bad, and I'm glad I actually made it full color, even if the coloring is sloppy. Not that any other days were much less sloppy. And yes, I did write 30 there instead of 31. I didn't notice until the next morning. Here, I've put a transparent white square and a yellow numeral "1" on top of it, to correct the day while retaining a legacy of my error

...And that's all. I'll be participating in Inktober again this year, but that's not for a few more months. Stay tuned until then, as I'll be posting newer art as well as more compilations and commentary on my older work, including previous years of Inktober. And, thanks for reading.

[yarrowleef]

Daffodil, Laurel, Lily, Sunflower, Violet, and Wisteria? Also Begonia but I'd like to know your favorites of the old covers and the newer/reprint covers. And the Russian Warrior Cat covers too! Some of their art is quite pretty.

laurel, violet and sunflower answered previously

Daffodil: When did you first start reading the series?

Start of third grade when I was 8 years old, which I believe was 2007!!  .......so like literally most of my life I have given to these cursed cat books. I remember The Sight was the most recent release. It was the first real book series I ever read, and I think I went through the first 2 series within a couple months.

Prior to that I just read stand-alone books and I only read because I wanted to win “accelerated reader” points....i couldn’t do sports, so reading was the only thing I could win at AND I DID WIN. but warriors was the first thing I read that I was actually like...into. and realized I could read for reasons OTHER then winning the most points.

Lily: If your five favorite characters were foods, what would they be?

asdfghgfdxs I honestly have no idea how to answer this question, in part because I don’t think I even have 5 favorite characters. I suppose Firestar is doritos out of obligation. What else can he be?? I mean ok flaming hot cheetos maybe seems more fitting on the surface because ~flame-y~ but lets be honest, Firestar is a bit too bland a character to be spicy. He is one of my favorites for nostalgia sake, I mean it’s Firestar, how can I not be fond of him?

I also have a soft spot for Scourge just because of the sheer ridiculous audacity of him. I wish he’d come back as an evil ghost. Anyway, when I was about 9 and going through my brief (incredibly unfortunate) twilight phase (I was just jumping on the popularity bandwagon tbh) I went to Hot Topic right before one of the movie premieres and they had this...edible bag of blood? it wasn’t actual blood obviously, but I remember it was advertised as being really high in iron to mimic blood, but it was really this sickly sweet mystery juice packaged inside of a fake hospital blood bag. I of course bought it because I went through my edgy phase early, and for some reason thought it would look cool to pretend I was drinking blood. It was the most disgusting liquid i have ever consumed but hey it did also have the unpleasant metallic tang of blood because I guess they were going for authenticity over edibility, so it’s not like I didn’t get what I paid for (or rather what my mom paid for, because i was 9)

Anyway, Scourge is that. He’s awful fake blood juice from the Hot Topic in the mall.

 That's all I got.

Wisteria: Are you looking forward to the Warriors movie?

YES ABSOLUTLEY!!

don't get me wrong, I fully expect it to be terrible. Embarrassing even. I expect they will try to change it for a wider audience appeal, and of course it will end up bad, BUT IT WILL BE SO FUNNY!! I have this inescapable morbid curiosity about it, like I really want to see what they try to do. Like watching a train crash. I can't help it.

Warriors is a silly series. I have a feeling this is why a movie hasn't been made yet, even I would have no idea who to market it for. Yes it's violent and touches on very dark topics, but the fact that its about cute little cats with very dumb names coupled with those dark topics in a way makes it look even MORE silly. I don’t think Warriors will ever have wide appeal outside of its fanbase, the concept looks too ridiculous if you’re not someone already into animal xenofiction like this, but a movie is inevitably going to try to have wider appeal anyway because that's what movie studios feel they need to do. They will either water it down, or worse, try to go a more family friendly comedy route since that’s how general audiences are used to seeing animated talking animals and they think that's the only “”safe”” way to market an animal movie, which will 100% ruin it either way. The second one is more likely, I mean why else do you think they hired the guys who wrote kung fu panda, and the recent alvin and the chipmunks and Spongebob movies to make the script?? [no shade to kung-fu panda, it’s good in it’s own way, but it is not the same vibe as warrior cats at all]. For me, this is simultaneously the absolute best and the absolute worse scenario, because like, it’s horrible, its an insult to everything I love about the warriors world, i have surreal nightmares about it, but it’s so horrible it f*cking hilarious ya know? how can you not be a little curious to watch that train crash (and the outraged reaction posts that will inevitably follow)????

A warriors movie will be bad, I can't see any way that it won't be bad, and honestly? I think that's ok. I don't need a good movie, I simply need a good laugh, and then I'll go back to watching fan animations which will always be more interesting anyway because they don't feel the need to have ~mass appeal~

Listen, we don't actually need a good official adaptation. In some ways, a good adaptation might be bad for the fandom. The fandom is cool because of how wildly different and creative it is, the series is so bare bones with no consistent official art that people can go nuts with it. I worry on the off chance we get a really good adaptation, it might take over the books. People might be less likely to draw/create with their own wild bonkers interpretations of canon in favor of sticking closer to what the official adaptation presented us with, and idk if I want that. I also def don't want to deal with searching "warrior cats" for the rest of my life to only bring up gifs/discussions of the movie/tv show, rendering material and fan creations for the books almost impossible to find. This is something i've suffered with when other books i like get popular adaptations, where as series with bad adaptations (like percy jackson) I have less trouble finding content about the books. 

Begonia: Which book cover is your favorite?

So of the old covers I admit i have a soft spot for the darkest hour, it was my favorite as a kid and I know I tried to redraw it several times. Warrior covers have a tendency to blend together, there’s only so many ways to draw mysterious cats fighting, but I think this cover is one of the most memorable for me, if only for the center art (shout out to the old Fire and Ice cover though, I also really like the center art on that. I wish the box had kept being used for more than just a single cat face in the later series)

but now that i’ve gone and looked, I really really like the full cover art for Tallstar’s Revenge, the colors just look super nice and match his eyes and everything. Tallstar having a fun and more unique looking design gives it extra points. Maybe I just like warm tones idk. And shout out to Wayne for also imagining the moor as a golden-brown field even though it’s probably supposed to be green.

out of the new covers, I like the vibe of Dark River, it just looks spooky and mysterious......and I think this artists cats look better from the side, they are always a little crooked from the front (honorable mention to Place of No Stars cover, I really like the colors and the ominous vibe, it definitely had an impact when I first saw that cover, I just don’t love the look of the cats faces blown up close from the front. The more I look at it the more off it becomes, but the colors are cool)

and I definitely agree the Russian warrior cats art has a very charming look to it, I like seeing it whenever it comes across my dash, but unfortunately I’m having trouble finding a catalogue of it to look at so I can’t pick a favorite

[ourladylennon]

this is a stress rant and also I absolutely have to get these thoughts out of my head and onto something so that I can understand how I'm feeling. so pardon me.

I have some very mixed feelings about my latest tattoo experience and it has been incredibly, astoundingly stressful. For anyone who was interested in how it went.

and after typing out this whole rant and reading it back my advice is: ALWAYS make sure it is exactly what you want. ALWAYS speak up if you don’t.

I have a specific style, as everyone, but the style of tattoo I have is a bit of a niche that can be hard to find: geometric design with dotwork/pointillism/stippling techniques to create shading rather then standard fill in shading. This shading style is incredibly time consuming and taxing for the artist and I've had a lot of trouble finding people who specialize in this (and within my area).

I started with an artist about 3 years ago, whom was new to me but known to be good. Got my appt set up, he drew me an entire sleeve- it was absolutely gorgeous. Went through two sessions and his work is genuinely amazing. Clean. Precise. Detailed. Unique. I didn't vibe with him too great but it was something I kind of put aside. But without explaining the whole fucking mess that became, just know that our artist-client relationship fell through. This left me with only the beginning of my tattoo. The whole ordeal was really stressful and upsetting so I put down the goal of getting it finished to try and recoup. And I just continually hit roadblocks trying to find artists who are good at dotwork and willing to do it. Often times they live in other cities/states/etc. Obviously this involves meeting a new artist, trying to figure out if it's a good fit, driving out for consultations/redoing all that process- s t r e s s. Now with covid, it's even more difficult because almost every artist I've come across that I've considered has closed books. All of them being out of town which is fine because it would be worth it. It's expected.

But after three years of this go around of trying to find someone, I was getting really put out by the process and just wanting to get this thing going. (Mistake #1- or #2 technically cause fucking up w the first artist is where it all started and I do regret it to this day).

A new shop opened IN my town- a miracle!!! I started following an artist whose work I found to be particularly amazing. Clean lines, clean shading, artistic seeming. Didn't see any pointillism, but I just like kept seeing her work and thinking damn that's good. So I decided to reach out and told her this is what I'm looking for, a dotwork sleeve and here are some examples of the style I like. I specifically mentioned this and asked if they'd be interested in working on it because I know that dotwork is not everyone's thing. The artist replied and said they've been wanting to get into and would like to do that (we'll call this mistake #3. Do not assume the artist, even if very good at other things will be good at all things. Do not go to an artist wanting a specific style without having seen their work for THAT style).

At this point I sent over pictures of my current tattoo that we'd be adding onto for reference. In my mind this is what I thought would mean: "I am looking at what you have to see how to incorporate it into a new sleeve design and see how I can create a collaborative piece and mesh the two together." (Mistake #4: that was not the case. Do not assume. Anything. Ever.)

The appt date was relatively quick despite the fact that I figured she'd be booked out for quite some time (red flag #1: not because she wasn't busy. But because this was not a whole lot of time to come up with a design but I figured "Well she knows her capabilities better than I do and she wouldn't suggest it that soon if she weren't sure). In my previous experiences, the artist will send you a proof or have a separate appt to review the design. I never received an email with said design (red flag #2, in my personal opinion. But I thought I was just being...extra? Also just thought, okay I'll see it at the appt and it will be OK, right? <- mistake #5).

I show up, there is no sleeve design. (RED FLAG #3) There are two single mandala tattoos. Outlines only. No shading. I'd also like to say my style is much more geometric fractals than it is mandala. A lot of people find these interchangeable but...they're really much different. (RED. FLAG. #4). I genuinely did not see that coming. Maybe I'm wrong to say, but this was negligent in my opinion and experience. A sleeve design ensures that your finished piece flows, that it works together, you can see the whole picture, modify, etc. Especially with it being an addition to my existing work. Cannot stress how much of a red flag.

I'm wigging out at this point. I don't love them but I want this tattoo. I'm going back and forth thinking, "maybe it's just because the shading isn't filled in I can't picture it." (MISTAKE #6: trust your gut!!!). I tell her OK well I like this about this one and that about that one. She only nods and listens, where I was expecting feedback; perhaps an "OK well we can draw it on" or "I can rework it" etc. She didn't and I am too paralyzed to speak up. (Red flag #4)

Mistake #7: I accept it at this point. I pick between the two. She has to go resize it. I'm having a literal internal freak out and battle. I am someone who DOES NOT know how to speak up for themselves. In any way. EVER. For any reason. At any time. I am a fear based individual, in fact, I am nearly certain I have APD (avoidant personality disorder) and it effects me severely and deeply. To the point that simply speaking to someone can be hard for me.

But my brain was screaming you cannot do this! You aren't sure! This is for life! It's your body!! You HAVE to say something! (RED fucking alert)

She came back with the one design resized and my heart is thumping, my chest is constricting, the throat feels like it's closing. I make myself say it. I tell her I don't think this is what I'm looking for. I literally almost busted into tears trying to say it because I was so fucking terrified and overwhelmed. I've never been in a position where I genuinely wasn't sure whether I liked what I was looking at. She says you don't need to be sorry you should speak up this is your body. So immediately, I lost a lot of tension because of her kindness. I thought she would be angry or rude or upset, just because I'm fearful. She proceeded to kind of go in and shade in with a pencil on the stencil to give me a better idea and apologized that she should have had that prepared. I continue asking questions to assuage my concerns and feel....better....ish. she offers to redraw and reschedule but I went against my gut, gave into my desperacy to continue my sleeve, dismissed my feelings as being just my typical overexertion of fear and did something I NEVER do: turn my back on my instincts. (Mistake. Mistake #8)

She was pleasant and I genuinely enjoyed her, felt comfortable with her which is not something I can say about previous artists and that's a good chunk of why I decided to continue. I liked her, I liked her other work I've seen, I just thought that once the stippling was in that I'd see it was really nice. However, I am laying there and I'm like I do not feel poking, which is literally how dotwork is done. Dot by dot. I'd feel her do the tiniest bit of dot-dot-dot and I'm like OK OK I'm just not paying full attention and missing it. But then I'd hear and feel her shading- standard shading. I'm like why is she using a shading tip? I'm just confused honestly. I'm like I have no idea what the could be for, just assume it's necessary for something I didn't realize. But I can see because I'm laying and my arms at a weird angle.

I finally get a peek while she's pausing and its....not dotwork. It's not dotwork at all, in fact. It's too late at this point in my eyes. It was only partially done but what am I gonna do? Stop her in the middle and have an unfinished tattoo? And then what? (Try to) go to someone else to have them do dotwork and have a half unmatching tattoo? There was nothing I could do. So I resigned and accepted this as the consequences of my actions and ill choices. And that's honestly been the hardest part to deal with: I let this happen to myself because I could not speak up. The only person who could have stopped this was ME. And I could not do it. That's how deeply my issues of fear run. And that is terrifying, pathetic, sad.

I'm not saying I got the world's ugliest tattoo. It's okay. Just okay. In the words of RuPaul, meh. I don't want meh. I want astounding. And I didn't do what I needed to to make that happen or not happen.

I just have been in awe over the fact that I asked for dotwork and the artist expressed no concern over this, literally had my existing tattoo right above where they were working and continued to not emulate that style of shading at all. Most of this is my fault, 90% of it. But there was negligence on the artists side and I genuinely don't think they meant it to be. I just don't think they had enough experience, but they too should have spoke up if they didn't feel they could carry it out. They gave me no inclination that they could not or would not be doing dotwork. At any point. And I do feel upset that I don't think they put in the effort or care to work off my existing tattoo in their design, and in looking back, their design also does not look nearly anything like the designs I gave for example. It was my job to walk away and request a redesign or to cancel and I didn't. So in the end this is on me. And it has been very taxing on my mental state.

To end this shit show: the tattoo I just got costed half of what my first one did, while only having taking the fraction of time as my first and being less then half the size of my first. It is not nearly as clean, it certainly reflects their level of experience. The shop environment was not fantastic: it felt a bit like as if I had walked into a chain restaurant...but a tattoo shop. There were no private rooms, there were no tattoo chairs. They were literal stools and that's not...not professional or normal. And I chose to continue.

I'm faced with some really tough decisions moving forward. I am at least thankful it is relatively small ish and wraps towards my inner arm which makes it less visible. But I'm at a crossroads of whether I go through the whole mess of trying to find a FOURTH artist to try and finish my sleeve the way it was meant to be finished (dotwork, whole sleeve design etc) and make the best of it at the risk of having a fucking patchwork arm. Or I continue to work with this artist and see the design through myself (literally design it myself which I didn't want to do but it doesn't appear that I should leave this to them), so that at least the remainder of my arm is consistent shading and work.

And because I've made it sound like the tattoo is atrocious, be assured it's not trash by any means. It's just not what I wanted. Big sis learned a big lesson.

(the immediate center is bothering me the most. But I think it can be altered. Nonetheless. The skill/experience level shows, unfortunately. And you can certainly see the difference between the stipple shading on my first tattoo and the regular shading on the new one.)

I am trying to be positive and that's all I can do. I accept the results and I think it can be fixed to a certain extent, and I can only hope as I move forward that I make the right decision and that the end product is something I enjoy.

[gothamcityangst]

Loki whump blease? 👉👈

Well, he's not DC/Batman but I'm on a Loki kick at the minute so what the heck and since you asked so nicely I'll do it. Hmmm, let's see. Loki getting whipped by Thanos I think will suffice. This is once again a thing I got a little carried away with.

Tw: Blood, whipping, implied abuse, Thanos being a little creepy.

Trying to stab Thanos hadn't been one of his better plans. It was a rather stupid thing to do but it was in his desperation. His desperation to see his brother safe, his desperation to see the Asgardians safe. All he wanted for them was mercy.

Rather unluckily for Loki, Thanos was a man of mercy.

The mercy he'd extended to the Odinson brothers was a bargain of sorts. He'd taken the Jotunheim along with him and in return, the new King of Agard would be spared with the rest of his people.

Thor has objected the best he could through the metal gag, Loki had found it somewhat endearing how hard Thor has tried to struggle. Loki looked back to his brother as he took the purple devils hand, his eyes hardened with resolve. Looking forwards he left them.

That small spaceship seemed so far away from what his cell was now. A small room with a few adornments. A bookshelf, a bed and some other mediocrities to keep his attention away from escaping. Admittedly the room had been nicer than his Asgard imprisonment but a cell was still a cell. Heavy metal shackles prohibited the use of his powers. His wrists were rubbed redraw, the occasional drop of blood dripping down to his feet.

The daughter he'd come to know as Proxima Midnight stepped into the room. The heavy metal door slammed behind her.

"Father wishes to have an audience with you."

"What does he want?" Loki twitched. Meetings with Thanos seldom left him free of some type of pain.

She remained silent, her blade tapped twice towards the door. Loki moved up from the bed.

Indentured servitude looked well on Loki, walking behind the woman in the small hallway. Loki was smart in that he knew when to play his hand. Even if he did somehow manage to overpower her it wouldn't be long before her siblings came running in. An opportunity to escape had yet to present itself.

He entered Thanos' throne room. The Titan was sat in the middle on his chair of stone and blood in his magnificent glory. Though Loki had seen it many times before he noticed the certain addition of a small wooden pole in front of him.

Loki scanned the room for a means of escape. The rest of his children stood to the side, their hands resting on their respective weapons. Loki had thought in his youth to be a sheep among the wolves but now he felt it, he felt it as their eyes remained on him.

The ground shook as the titan strode towards Loki, the golden shine of the infinity gauntlet was reflected on Loki's cheek as the Titan left his hand fall on his shoulder, inching ever so closer to his bruised neck.

"Loki. My godling. How long have you been in my service?"

"A matter of weeks my lord."

Loki had grown to detest that name. Thanos was not worthy of bearing such a title and yet he'd be blossoming with bruises if he didn't.

The title wasn't the only thing he'd suggested. Thanos had discussed several grotesque ways of serving him. Most of them involved the massacring of innocents. Other methods of serving him were too horrid to even discuss for Loki's taste. Thanos had stated on several occasions how his previous world had called him mad and Loki had begun to see why.

"And how many stones did I have before I gave you my mercy?"

"Two, my lord."

"And how many do I have now?"

"Still only two, my lord. I assure you this is only a minor setback. I can feel it in my magic that the next hunt will secure the stone you seek."

"Ebony, restrain him."

The cuffs threw him towards the pole, his hands were raised above his head, the position was forcing him to his knees. Before he knew it a knife has slashed away at his torso, ripping his thin shirt until they were little slithers on the floor.

"Step out of the room. He's not a threat."Loki struggled, turning his head to see what Thanos was planning to do.

Loki was lost in the sea of his intentions until the sound of leather cracking against stone made his mind go blank. An appetizer of what was to come.

"Your magic is the only thing that makes you worth my time. You’re nothing but a weak godling without it. And yet you disappointed me. Yet I still hunt for the stones."

The first slash stung his skin and leaving a wide area of heat behind, not enough to break but definitely enough to bruise. Loki could tell he was deliberately starting slow, the next lash coming in a minute after the first.

"It's been several weeks and you have purposefully been failing me. I offer you the power you seek and you still lie with your serpent tongue. I offer you a place by my side and you still try to lie and trick. I think perhaps I need to try a new method of motivation."

He aimed for the lower part of his back, the whips now becoming strong enough to draw blood. The occasional flick of the whip catching the very edge of his thighs. Loki used all of his godly might to avoid yelling. Or crying. Or give Thanos anything that might have satisfied him.

The whip flicked blood around with every stroke, Loki had long since given up his pride and yelled with each thrash. The proud and might god of mischief was reduced to a sobbing mess.

Loki thought back to the day of the ship massacre. He'd think about anything to avoid thinking about the sting in his back. He'd think about the days of old when he'd sit with Frigga in the Library with a hot tea on a winters evening while Thor and Odin were out hunting.

Soon it became too much. Thanos was slashing constantly, one after the other. The crack, the sound of the wetness that dropped to the floor. An eternity had passed before Loki finally realised no more pain was coming. Loki was vaguely aware of Thanos moving behind him.

"Look at yourself, godling."

Loki's shoulders tensed as he looked over his shoulder. His mouth falling agape upon seeing the damage. Loki was somewhat reminded of the early planting seasons on Asgard. The skin on his back was akin to that of a freshly ploughed field. Thick, oozing red lines were drawn from the nape of his neck to the curve of his spine. Horizontally, vertically and diagonally.

Loki fell against Thanos as he undid his wrist restraints. He brought Loki's pained face up to his own, his lips parted to beg for mercy only for Thanos to grab him by the chin.

"Little godling, do not fail me next time."

[purity-town]

Little late getting to these -- that's fully the fault of a class project I spent all of Monday/Tuesday and most of Wednesday working on -- but I finished my project and wrote up some long replies to these!

(Apologies for any funny formatting -- I'm trying out the beta for the new post editor!)

Absolutely not.

Nope! There are a few people who do know (other guides Andrew's met before, the Dryad, and I'd imagine the Witch Doctor knows something's up even if he doesn't know why), but none of them live in Purity Town proper, and the Dryad and Witch Doctor aren't the kind to participate in rumors or spread what isn't theirs to share. The old man is also aware just because he and Andrew have talked about their curses, but he's 1) not currently in town and 2) not going to share even if he were.

Most folks don't know much about Andrew in general; Becca probably knows the most out of the townsfolk, knowing a little bit about his family and where he's from (he has some pretty specific skills as a hunter that betray this, but he doesn't talk about his exact town of birth), but no specifics and certainly not time periods.

Andrew is good at keeping things quiet; he has to be.

I would actually appreciate if you didn't post to Pinterest -- usually I'm fine with people reposting with credit (several of the things I've posted to my DeviantArt have found their way to Instagram, for example) but Pinterest has something of a reputation for stolen art (things being reposted from another Pinterest post without credit this time, or credit being hard to view for users not logged in or just viewing through Google). So reposting elsewhere is fine (though if you repost to Reddit or Instagram, tag me at u/Ariibees or @Ariibees)! I'd just prefer my works stay off of Pinterest.

The terminology related to The Guide/Andrew/The Guardian/The World’s Core/The WoF is all confusing because on some level, they’re all the same being. Kind of like trying to talk about Jekyll and Hyde -- same guy, different looks/actions, haha.

For all intents and purposes, references to the WoF being the barrier/core/whatever behind or within which the spirits of light and dark are contained is equivalent to saying “these spirits are held trapped by the magic of the Guardian, who when summoned appears as the WoF.” I do break slightly from the official lore in how the WoF/Guardian/thing holding back these spirits works (mostly because I don’t really like the idea that the Hallow is a “temporary guardian” or whatever), but the basic concept of “these are trapped by [thing that makes up the WoF]” remains unchanged.

If “loony cultist” is a reference to something, I’m so sorry, but I’m lost on it. If you’re just talking about the lunatic cultist in a funny way, then yes, they’re in here as a very plot-significant character!

I had to google what meme you were talking about, but it did make me laugh.

Andrew’s most annoyed by the nickname because people do like to call him Guide, and for someone who’s dedicated his whole life to his role, it can get tiring. He doesn’t really *mind* being called Guide -- it’s fine, that’s what he is and as long as people are respectful of his job he’ll take what he can get -- but at the same time, he’d like for people to stop thinking “Aah! Monster!” or “Weird academic know-it-all” and just...treat him like a normal person sometimes. So he fights to be called Andrew. And...Malik comes along and gives him a nickname that he doesn’t like and doesn’t allow others to use, save for maybe a small group of people of which Malik is not a part. So, not cool, man!

People love to overcomplicate explaining shading/lighting, and if you wanted to you could certainly go on and on about reflections of light off the ground and shading colors and all sorts of things, but as I’m writing this at 1 AM I don’t really care to.

If you really want to get into shading, I see nice ones on DeviantArt or Tumblr from time to time, or you can always watch a YouTube video on it. Really, though, just keep at it, think about how the shadows should look and work, and you'll get better at it eventually and pick up new ideas on how it all works. (And this is coming from someone who is new to making comics and actually started as a painter.)

Purity Town’s shading comes down to this: simplicity. As much as I’d love to spend hours and hours redrawing the panels I don’t like and carefully shading every fold of fabric and painting detailed backgrounds, I’m a full-time college student and will be working full-time over the summer -- I don’t have the time. So, I cut corners: I reuse backgrounds or use brushes (see: bricks, trees, clouds) that make certain details easier, and I try not to obsess too much over panels I’m not fully happy with. Shadows go where they feel right, and light on the opposite side.

For shading, this comes down to making things quick and easy. For these last few pages, character shading/lighting has only been five layers. One hard light layer for the bluer soft shadows, one overlay layer for darker soft shadows, one linear burn layer for hard shadows, one soft light layer for soft lighting, and one overlay layer for hard lighting. I’ll often also make use of glow dodge layers for lighting, or change the color balance or add more hard/soft light layers if there’s a very heavy color filter on the scene (such as a celestial event, blood moon, or outdoors at night).

Using all the different layer types is essentially a cheat code to fancier lighting -- don’t want to use flat black? Boom, hard light or overlay or burn will give you colored shadows. Want to make your light brighter? Glow dodge will make it burn your retinas.

Sorry that this isn’t a very comprehensive guide, but in my mind, shading and lighting is really something that you pick up over time and it’s hard to sit down and write a guide for it without making it into a massive essay on art theory that I don't even know proper terminology for because I'm not an art student. Of course with some googling you’ll find *proper* guides for this sort of thing from art majors and the likes, and those can be super helpful and technical! But for Purity Town, I just sort of go with what feels right and what's easy to replicate.

Firstly, I’m happy to hear you’re liking the comic!

Secondly, those buttons are actually there due to the theme! (For those on mobile who can’t see it, I have the theme set to only display on desktop as I prefer the current mobile layout on phone.) I’m using the simple webcomic theme (a quick Google should tell you how to install it for yourself) -- except I’m not actually using it for the webcomic features; rather, it’s a case of “this is the most simple, nice-looking non-default theme I could find.”

The previous/next buttons are added by the theme with the intent that the blog is being used as a typical webcomic website, with nothing but comic pages being posted. However, I post asks and other art here too, and I do so with the intent that people looking at #Terraria or their dashboards in general will see it. So...I use html formatting to make the first/previous/next/last links, along with an index and chapter-by-chapter viewing (using /tagged/chapter##/chrono) so that no matter where you’re coming from, you can still navigate just the pages!

If you want to add just the previous/next buttons, I can’t really help you -- web development is not my area of study in the slightest. But you can check out the theme that they come from and if you want to install only them, you can surely find a tutorial on it somewhere!

(As a side note, the comments section is not from the theme, it’s from a site called Disqus. I don’t expect many people, if anyone, to leave comments, but since I link back to this site a lot and many folks don’t have Tumblr accounts, it’s an option I like to make available.)

Hiya! My hike was pretty nice; it was a short and easy one, but that was quite appreciated as the trail is unmaintained from November to April, and the trail was covered in fallen trees and quite rocky. Still had fun, though!

And for backgrounds, it depends! For indoors scenes (or outdoors scenes with buildings) I don’t tend to use references, outside of looking up things like “which side of a door is the handle on.” I will, however, integrate real-life textures (see: the quilt and rug in Guide’s house, the wood walls on the building in the background of this week’s page), and paint over paintings from the Terraria wiki.

For outdoors scenes, for simple backgrounds (such as foliage-heavy) ones, I typically don’t need references. I like the difference between detailed, lined indoor/man-made object scenes vs. painted, messy outdoor scenes. But for things like mountains, I do sometimes look up references to help with color choices and the likes.

The town’s layout is a bit strange in that depending on the scene, the background could be drastically different. One side of town faces more mountainside, one side faces the orchards/open hillside, and the other two sides face various degrees of open space and more mountainside/forest. References taken on top of mountains are helpful to get an idea of what degree of foliage I should include between the characters and the sky.

Though this is very specific to the town of Purity -- other towns/villages will have significantly different-looking backgrounds, even the foliage-heavy ones.

That said, what's even more helpful than looking at photos is looking at paintings. Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron is really good for getting an idea of how to draw grasslands and distant mountains, plus Studio Ghibli movies in general!

[subtlereferencetomyinterests]

Something to Uplift Us

Ao3,  MasterPost

Relationships:  Romantic DLAMPR (Roman-centric, kinda Remus-centric), platonic Creativitwins!!!

Do I like this??? Meh. Is it something that I wrote? Yes. I will heal myself from SVS-R with Fluff.

Warnings: Remus Typical Nonsense, swearing, mentions of being in Quarantine, all sympathetic sides, non-sexual Pole Dancing

Word Count: 2,667 

Roman was the essence of romance and it showed. For his entire existence, he'd been well acquainted with the hypothetical. If he were his own person, if he had a prince of his own, if he had the chance at a romantic relationship, he knew what he would do. Roman knew relationships, he always had, and it had tortured him to know that he'd never have one.

Which was why it frustrated him to no end that he hadn’t been the one to ask out his fellow sides. He’d honestly never thought that it would be an option. When he first developed his feelings for the others- Virgil, Patton, Logan, Janus, in that order- he had felt nothing more than excitement. He was giddy, he was light-headed, just to know that he could feel that way. He would spend hours daydreaming, just musing over the way they made his heart stop, but he never hoped for anything to come of it. He wasn’t sad, or mournful, or pining per se- just so caught up in the joy of feelings that he forgot that he could do something with them. 

So he thought about it a lot, suffice to say. And all he had now was time to think; it was nearly month three of quarantine. Roman had wrung his brain out like a sponge for anything new to think about- The Imagination was practically turning gray! He tried to tend to it, truly he did, but it was getting harder every day. Creativity's fellow sides had all busied themselves taking up new hobbies- Virgil was teaching Patton to draw, Janus had learnt embroidery, Logan took up knitting, Remus made trash sculptures… They all seemed to be having their own little renaissance (complete with plague), and what was Roman doing? Wasting valuable free time!

  In a fit of desperation, the artistic trait dived under his large canopy bed, rummaging around until his hand caught on the lip of a cardboard box. With no small amount of effort, he pulled the enormous container out from under his bed so that it could be properly examined. There, piled high in the box, were dozens of notebooks and sketchbooks- all of which filled to the brim with writing, drawings, and poetry. Having no clue what he was specifically looking for, Roman upended the box and watched the contents crash to the floor. Something in here would surely spark his mind! Perhaps some old work would catch his eye and inspire some redraws!

The side hadn't needed to search for long. Right at the top of the pile- bright pink, its cover dotted with puffy heart stickers- sat a large, spiral-bound sketchbook. You could almost see the light bulb pop up over Roman’s head as he squealed and snatched up the sketchbook. Flopping down onto his bed, he flipped it open in one hand and placed the other against his chest. 

“Ooh, some of my best,” he cooed to no one in particular, gaze turned to the dozens of love poems surrounded by little doodles of hearts that filled the pages. This was the journal he’d confided in before the sides had all officially begun their relationship, filled with flowery prose about anything from Janus’ scales to Patton’s smile; from Logan’s laugh to Virgil’s freckles (a rare sight, usually hidden by make-up). Roman was so lost in nostalgia that when the ideas hit him, he nearly fell out of bed in excitement at his own thoughts.

Of course! He could take all of these old writings and compose them together, into one eloquent amalgam that would illustrate perfectly all those things that he’d been unable to articulate in the beginning! And it seemed only fitting that such a soliloquy be delivered in The Imagination- in the most gorgeous scenario he could fabricate! Somewhere open to a starry sky, for his left-brained loves- but it had to have ornate architecture, of course, and it had to be cozy. Oh, it was all coming together now.

Roman leapt out of bed, posing with his hand above his head and sinking deeper into The Mindscape extravagantly. He didn’t waste time looking around at the depressing half-formed scenery, sweeping his arms up and erasing the entirety of his half of The Imagination. Time to get to work.

Remus was stretched across the Commons couch, his head in Janus’ lap and feet in Logan’s. The TV hummed with whatever show they’d thrown on as background noise, and a few feet away at the counter, Patton and Virgil were hovering over some sort of scrapbook.  Nobody had the energy for conversation; nobody had the energy for anything. 

It was magnificently boring. The Duke already filled up an entire sketchbook, written half a dozen shamelessly smutty self-insert fanfictions, constructed and subsequently destroyed eldritch beings in his room, and bothered his boyfriends. So, all that was left to do was doze.

It didn’t help Remus’ tired state that Janus was running his fingers through his hair. The monotonous waking world was finally slipping away. Maybe there was something buried in his dreams that could hold his attention.

But just before sleep took hold, a white-hot energy ran through the trait’s body, jolting him so suddenly that he tumbled off of the couch and onto the floor. His arms and legs were all pins-and-needles as he looked up at his very concerned partners.

“There’s fuckery afoot!” Remus announced, wide-eyed. He pulled himself up and grinned, “You guys stay here!” 

Without so much as a good-bye, Remus threw himself into the ground, saving himself the time of sinking out properly. After a moment’s silence, Janus resumed working on his embroidery. 

“Should we go see what that was about?” Patton asked tentatively. 

“Meh,” the three other sides responded in unison. After a moment, Janus added, “It is Remus, after all.”

Roman’s structure was coming together beautifully! Wide marble columns rose up and held aloft the glimmering silver ceiling, the middle of which was a sky-light open to thousands of stars and a brilliant full moon. Surrounding the opening was a spiral of stone roof- through the gaps of which even more astronomically accurate stars shone!

The inside of the building consisted of an immense mahogany stage, currently cloaked by thick velvet curtains and overlooking plenty of seats. Rather than traditional theater rows, Roman had arranged the seating like lovely cafe tables, all of which were given generous space from each other (Except for two at the very front, of course). Lanterns hung from the walls, casting the space in warm lighting. Creativity currently stood at the very back, thinking that it could use just a little more of something. With a smirk, the side snapped his fingers and the wall of the room was pushed backwards several yards. With a few more flicks of the wrist and dividing columns, a little lobby was formed. 

He’d given the theater room maroon carpeting and rich gray walls, but the new back section needed brighter lighting and a more cream-canary color scheme. Now he could just finish the decor!

Or he would have, if not for the fact that at that moment someone crashed into his ribs with all the grace of a flaming motorbike. 

“BRO!!!”

“ACK-!” was all Roman managed, as all the wind was knocked out of him. He glared up at his brother, who was sitting on his chest. 

“I knew you were up to something! You wiped half of the whole fucking Imagination! What is this!?” 

Roman wheezed, pushed Remus off of his chest, and finally pulled himself off the ground to catch his breath. His brother was spinning around the room already, eyes sparkling as he took in the building.

“I had to blank it, I needed my full focus,” Roman explained, back to work and filling the back wall with tall bookshelves, “and it’s a surprise, so don’t tell the others.”

“Oh, I won’t. Provided you let me in on whatever this is,” Remus had an ear-to-ear grin, bouncing on the balls of his feet. After a moment’s consideration, Roman hummed.

“I’m doing something nice for our boyfriends. I think we all could use a little pick-me-up, so do not ruin this!”

“I wanna do something nice for them! Lemme help!” 

“You don’t even know what it’s for! Plus, it’s personal!”

“I already asked what it was for, Stupid.”

Roman huffed.

“I wrote them something. Hence the stage.”

“So, what, you’re gonna bring them all into your fancy library-opera for your poetry orgy and I sit in a corner somewhere and be quiet?”

“Ideally.”

“Not a chance, Whore!” Remus swung himself up onto the concession stand that Roman had just created, tearing into a box of candy (food made in The Imagination always tasted weirder than food or ingredients they conjured elsewhere in the Mindscape, but he didn’t particularly mind). 

“Fine. What do you want to do?” Roman challenged, hands on his hips.

“I. Want. To. Help.”

Roman raised his eyebrows doubtfully. Grumbling, his twin started gesturing around the room as he spoke.

“The stars are too bright, they take the focus away from the stage instead of accenting it. The color of the curtains are too similar to the carpet. You’ve got Corinthian shit in there and bookstore lobby vibes in here, which is garbage and inconsistent.”

Roman blinked, his eyes following along with Remus’ criticism. 

“Hm. You have a point.”

“I’m Creativity too, you know. I have some taste.” The Duke said, gnawing on the cardboard box that had contained Imagination Candy moments before. 

“You’re wearing crocs and jorts, simultaneously.”

Remus waved his hand dismissively, hopping off the counter and rushing across the room.

“Whatever. Come on, I’ve got an idea how I can accompany your performance, too.”

“Oh, goody.”

Hours had past and little had changed in the Mindscape living room- Virgil and Patton had finished up their scrapbooking and were curled up together in an armchair, so Logan was sitting at the counter space previously occupied by the two and clacking away on his laptop, and Janus hadn’t moved. The muddled energy of the room had remained pervasive.

That was, until the door to the imagination slammed open, the doorknob cracking against the wall. Four heads shot up to see Remus and Roman, standing side-by-side (quite looking the part of identical twins, matching smiles and all). 

“Oh god,” Janus groaned instinctively, carefully setting his embroidery on a side table, “What did you two do?”

“Yeah, I don’t trust that look,” Virgil said.

The twins scoffed in mock-offense, continuing their odd coordination.

“We try to do something nice,” exclaimed Remus.

“And not so much as a ‘thank you,’” added Roman solemnly. Eyes were rolled, but Patton perked up considerably (just as planned). 

“Ooo, what are you talking about?” 

“It’s a surprise!” Said The Duke, bouncing up and down. Creativity Prime gave a sweeping motion to indicate the still-open door to the Imagination, which had been steadily seeping into the common room with a bright new energy that it had been lacking for days. 

“Follow us,” he instructed, disappearing through the door once more with Remus at his back. Patton bounced after them immediately, grinning. 

The three left-brained sides exchanged glances, shrugged, and followed suit. 

The twins were backstage in an instant, trusting their partners to figure out where their seats were on their own. Roman began pacing around as soon as they finished warming up. 

“Are you sure you can do this? I’m still not sure if your performance is well-suited to acoustic guitar-”

He was cut off by Remus groaning exaggeratedly.

“I can work with anything, bitch.” 

“Right, right,” There was a beat. “You’re sure you’re ready?”

“I’ve been ready. What’s going on with you?”

Rather than responding, Roman did another lap around the stage. 

“C’mon! Stop pacing before I take a bonesaw to your legs!”

“Okay! Alright! I’m ready!”

Before Remus could come up with any more gruesome threats, Roman snapped his fingers and the curtains began to rise. He took his place half-sitting on a stool up front, a guitar in his arms. Behind him, Remus stood between two sturdy metal poles that rose from the stage and into the ceiling. You can already see where this is going.

When the stage was fully revealed, the lights above the audience dimmed. Figuring that the show would be rather awkward if said audience consisted of four people, the Creativities had The Imagination render dozens of prop-people. They moved and acted like a crowd of humans, but each individual was too vague to focus on for long. Thus it was made very clear where their fellow sides were, sitting right up front with a wide array of expressions from amazed to amused to bewildered.

Roman took a moment to steel himself and then began playing. Originally, he’d planned on spoken-word for his loves, but traditionally there is music involved in pole-dancing, so he’d made a few adjustments in order for Remus to be able to contribute. 

Roman started singing, melting as the gazes of the real audience members turned awestruck (and also very flushed, likely from whatever surprisingly impressive poses his brother was pulling behind him). He liked to think that he poured his heart out into every performance, but for this one it felt quite literal. 

Roman’s voice picked up gradually, and he could vaguely hear metal clanging behind him. It went on like that for a good few minutes- because if there was one thing the Twins weren’t, it was brief- before the show finally concluded. Roman stalled for a moment as both the imaginary and real components of the audience applauded uproariously. Remus swung down from the pole and hopped over to him.

“We bow now, Dumbass,” he hissed, noticeably out of breath.

“Oh- right.”

They took hands and took a couple bows as the clapping died down, standing back up with wide grins and red faces. 

As soon as the auditorium was relatively silent, Patton rushed the stage. He outstretched his arms and hopped up and down excitedly.

“Lemme up!” 

Roman grabbed his hands and pulled him on stage while Remus was still attempting to catch his breath. Morality leaned down to give The Prince a brief kiss, and then bounced over to the much more exhausted half of the act to give him the same treatment. He was grinning so wide that it looked painful, his face a bright pink. The Duke wore a matching expression, but the smile was much more unnatural in that preferred way of his.

“So you liked it?”

Rather than verbally responding, Patton grabbed the hands of both Creativities and made a cheerful ribbiting sound.

“It was wonderful,” Logan supplied, climbing the stairs on the side of the stage to meet them, Virgil and Janus right behind him. He was much less outwardly enthusiastic as the other spectacled side, but no less appreciative.

“Yeah, did you guys put all this together today?” Virgil asked, throwing an arm around Roman’s shoulders. 

“What else did we have to do?” Remus answered with a shrug. 

“Good point.”

Janus cleared his throat lightly, immediately drawing everyone’s attention. His eyes were noticeably rimmed with redness, a small smile on his face as he outstretched all of his arms.

“Here, all of you, now.”

Patton cooed.

“Group hug!” 

Fitting six people into one hug may seem awkward, but it always seemed to work out for the sides. At least, Roman thought so. Virgil would fake exasperation at the affection, but they could all tell he loved it. Logan would try to maintain his dignity and fail miserably. Patton was a ball of warmth and energy that seeped into the rest of them. Janus was by far the best at giving hugs, though it could be considered cheating to have extra limbs.

At that moment it hit Roman that, perhaps he hadn’t started this relationship, but he was still a part of it. And that was all he could ever want.

These    Performances    inspired Remus’. They are oddly calming to watch, and super impressive!

@shrimp-crockpot

[sootygoggles]

Parent!Paranoia Sanders Sides AU!

No explanation, but I'll probably give the backstory later. For now: memes of Paranoia being an A-class parent and a chaos gremlin. (okay it started as memes but then just ended up as fleshing the AU out)

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Paranoia, worried abt his kids: I'm uhhhh gonna go to my room see ya later light sides

Paranoia, sneaking back into the subconscious to check on his now teenaged children: I'm gonna leave duke a r a t that I found and thought looked cool

Duke, waking up the next morning and yelling for 'Nesty bc "HOLY CRAP NESTY LOOK AT THIS RAT ISN'T SHE ADORABLE I WANNA HANG HER ON THE WALL": !!!!!!!!!!

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Paranoia gets a habit of sitting on the fridge because his children were wild as kids and sometimes duke comin at you with a knife warrants jumping onto counters

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Nesty, who doesnt get paid to deal with duke: I'm raiding dads liquor cabinet it's my due for putting up with this

Paranoia, physically manifesting: put the key to the liquor cabinet D O W N, Honesty

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The lights are confused as to why he disappears at random times of the day and night and he just "leave me TF alone before I leave you a goshdarn diddly P R E S E N T while youre sleeping I'm tired"

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patton: my child! my dark strange son!!

paranoia, who has children: ,,,,yea ok

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Patton ticks him off so he leaves a big halloween decor spider on his bed and nobody sleeps for weeks after that bc pattons too scared to touch it and paranoia maybeperhaps glued it onto his cover

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He's like one of those people you know might mean well but ooooooo boy theyre pushin buttons

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Paranoia, whos fav animal/insect is spiders and whose children have tarantulas and snakes on the regular: hes not even realistic!! You need to learn to get along with mr sparkles patton!! look at him. he's fluffy!

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He has googly eyes and glitter on him at all times of course hes named mr sparkles

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paranoia gets to be a little petty. as a treat

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Paranoia just carries bags of glitter around and whenever mr sparkles gets duller he takes mr sparkles to the kitchen counter and he dumps glitter on him

Logan and patton are tired of cleaning up bc paranoias just petty enough to make their counters eternally sparkly

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"why is there glitter all over the kitchen?"

paranoia, holding mr sparkles: :)

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Paranoia, after AA: I hate purple but they dont know that now do they

Paranoia is actually orange the last side is purple lol

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Chaos Gremlin dark sides and nobody is surprised bc paranoia raised them

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paranoia, going back to see his teen children after acting like a teen all day: what is up, fellow kids

honesty: i am going to lose it

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Wrath, coming to yell at them to keep it down: why are you purple I'm purple

Paranoia, cackling bc finally I can get out of this horrible color: *snaps fingers * I'M PARANOIA MOTHERTRUCKERS HAVE FUUUNNNNN I'M GONNA BE MAKING YOUR LIVES LIVING HELL FROM THIS POINT FORWARDS

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duke and nesty, pumped for halloween bc u l t i m a t e s p o o k: :D

paranoia, coming out in a traffic cone costume with a shit eating grin on his face: :D

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Paranoia, decorating for halloween bc "oh I'm sorry it's just the *sniffles * homesickness and we a l w a y s decorated for halloween" knowing full well all of his decorations are spider and witch themed bc they all like the salem witch trials

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He leaves ONE fake snake in romans cereal and the lights just. Lose it. Hes kicked back into the subconscious to be chaotic with his kids, no new side, just the hours upon hours of film hes gotten from the bugs hed placed around the unconscious and a plan for the next several movie nights

He gets back and honesty is w h e e z i n g bc he was watching through the cracks and they make a fail compilation of the light sides

It takes like two months for the lights to just go insane with him around not due to yknow paranoia but bc hes such a gremlin

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Patton asks if he was raised by wolves and he shoves mr sparkles at patton saying "take the issue of how I was raised up with my father, a-hole!!"

He doesnt actually curse he just yells "A-HOLE" so loud his kids can hear

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They dont find out he's a dad until hes summoned and hes making cookies or smt with the kids and hes in a bright orange stereotypical witch outfit,,, corset and all and an apron that says "worlds most chaotic dad" on the front

And hes talking to one of the kids like "duke you can only put dish soap in your batch nesty cant digest it like you can"

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Patton has an apron that says worlds least chaotic 'dad' courtesy of paranoia he made it himself(read: he stole pattons good apron and scribbled over it in sharpie)

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Paranoia is always close to cackling when around the lights bc theyre newbs to any chaos

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Roman and remus are twins but roman is the kind of kid to promptly forget abt anyone and logan n patton knew remus less than a day before he "disappeared" aka ran to the subconscious to explore and theyve just kinda blocked him out

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Logans fine with it and actually likes the decorations tho he has asked if they had to be so brightly coloured and if there had to be so much glitter

I say decorations but hes a secret gremlin at heart and is super close to snickering at all times bc of the pranks

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Also yes paranoia mildly dads roman it's great but he dads in an older sibling type way

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So pat and logan are all "hes fitting in as an older brother well" and they tell him abt their approval of his older brother chaos and hes just like "no this is how I am deal with it nothing to do with brothers" bc hes not telling them abt his kids he doesnt trust them

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Hes up at like midnight complaining with logan abt how patton doesnt let him be full chaos gremlin and logan says "mmmhmm did your parents in the dark side let you go wild with the chaos" and paranoia just,,,,, looks at him, dead in the eyes, and says "I dont have parents"

Cue logan being confusion

Paranoia, who genuinely didn't have parents: my parents are mr sparkles and the cat we've had for my entire life

Logan, who doesnt know they had a cat and is now worried bc "are you taking care of it???": ???

Paranoia: it's great for keeping the Others in line tho I just say "do your chores or no snuggle time with ms peregrin" and they do their chores while I'm making dinner

logan, incredibly confused: i don't know what you mean but ok

Paranoia: yeah theyre dumb but it's the level of dumb youd expect from my idiots

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Or he slips up and refers to them as his children/kids and logan, not realizing they have an Actual Father/Sons relationship/age difference(paranoias abt.late 20s early 30s, remus defies all logic and has been about 9-10 for a few years now, and dees like early teens) just says "huh how.interesting would it be to have to deal with people your age that immature" and paranoias just. "Y e a h t h e y r e t o t a l l y t h e s a m e a g e a s I a m"

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Duke is very much baby and upon seeing duke eating glue paranoia and honesty the idiots decided to try it too

theyre so dumb dsdhdhdhjsdh

They AREEE and paranoia, after discovering that duke has the h a r d i e s t immune system they decide to test exactly what he can and cannot safely eat bc he may be dumb but hes also def a Dad and he just wants to take care of his kids and if that includes making sure that duke can safely consume toilet bleach then so be it

Duke can eat almost anything short of actual cyanide but cyanide just makes him sick like stomach bug sick

He somehow gets a fever,,,,, he has it for like half an hour and paranoia is amazed

Hes in bed,,,,, paranoia makes him soup,,,,,, hes all better and running around again

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Paranoias parenting rules:

Dont murder your brothers pls

Do your chores or no snuggle time with ms peregrin

Glitter is always a yes

Insults are fine just make sure you dont overstep and make your brothers insecure

all of them are printed and then the last one is scrawled at the bottom in

If you get sick, tell him immediately bc he will find out and he will be the most obsessive parent to make sure you feel better ASAP

If your pronouns/name/function change, tell him immediately, he'll make sure you dont feel uncomfortable as well as he can

Duke dont put dish soap in honestys baked goods you know he cant digest it

It's a nice system for making chaos but keeping it manageable

They're all printed then the last one's scrawled in glitter gel pen and duke wrote a reply that said (I'm sorry yall dont have as good an immune system as I do)

There was a whole passive aggressive arguement on the bulletin for the next week before it got taken down to make room for dukes art

They eventually started just putting them up over each other and using magnets instead of thumbtacks

The entire bottom portion of the walls are painted in chalkboard paint so theres no unerasable drawing on the walls and the rest of the paint is magnetic so they can hang pieces everywhere

Dukes improving rapidly tho and doesnt like looking at his old art all the time so paranoia holds onto the drawings in several filing cabinets in case he ever wants to do redraws or needs his original prints to make something in the Imagination

also bc,,, sentimental

jus a little

Yeah bc "yes my child draws nothing but blood gore and new animals but hes a creative genius and I love all of his art"

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Roman: anxiety I can see why you left

Paranoia: ??? What?? It's spoopy season??

Roman: there was BLOOD on the WALLS

Paranoia, internally: oh!!!! Duke perfected his blood recipe!!!!

Paranoia, externally: how did it taste?

Roman: WHO TASTES THE BLOOD ON THE WALLS?!?!

Paranoia: if it tasted like lemons or citrus you need to stay off of most foods, stick to crackers and broth- don't eat anything heavy until you're sure you wont throw it up

Patton, who was making cereal: ????

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Also!!!! @iliveinprocrasti-nation Thanks for helping me flesh this AU out!!!

[lunarsaga]

EPISODE 1: Here Comes Trouble

[[HERE WE GO, BITCHES! Fanfic and Fanart combine to make some unholy mix of Time Consumption that will not leave me alone.

THE LUNAR SAGA, EPISODE 1, START!

Note: the text in the panels doesn't match the actual written portion of the fic ^^; I tried my best but I didn't wanna redraw all of this... ]]

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Kagome had been gone longer than she usually was, and Inuyasha was getting impatient.

They’d finally gotten their first lead on Naraku since his disappearance—that he was heading in the direction of the Ox and Tiger (Kagome called it “noh-rth-eest”?)—this was no time for her to be going back to her world! He tried to tell her that when she left, but she insisted that she was going home to bring back something that would help them.

She’d been gone for almost ten days now! What could possibly be taking so long?!

The half demon sat beside the well, seething as he waited for something to happen. He’d been at this pretty much constantly since the day after she left. He had half a mind to follow her down the well to her world and drag her back here; he’d done it before, he could do it again.

“Don’t you dare follow me!” Kagome had said before she left, “I might be gone a while, but I promise it’ll be worth it!”

“Ain’t worth it if we lose track of Naraku because you’re taking so long,” he growled to no one in particular. Obviously, he got no response from the dry well, so he stood up and raised his voice: “HURRY THE HELL UP, KAGOME!”

“Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha jumped from surprise when he saw Kagome hop up out of the well. She sat on the edge, smiling just softly. A little embarrassed that he was yelling at the well, Inuyasha folded his arms and cleared his throat.

“It’s about time you got back, Kagome,” he said. “What took you so damn long?!”

Kagome sighed, still smiling as she set her feet on the ground and stepped closer to him. “I told you, I had to get something. It took a second, but I said it’d be worth it, didn’t I?”

“I hope you’re right,” he snorted, “Because if Naraku gets away cos you took too long over there—”

He didn’t get to finish his thought. He hadn’t been paying attention to the well at all; usually, he wouldn’t have needed to. This time, he would definitely regret it. From the depths of the well came a voice he’d never heard before:

“HEADS UP!”

He didn’t even have time to wonder who the hell’s voice it was. Seconds later, something heavy flew out of the well and smacked him square in the face.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Kagome laughed nervously, holding her hands up, “Uh… that would be her.”

Anger boiling and holding his freshly bruised nose, Inuyasha shouted back at her: “WHO?!”

“Keep your pants on!” Came that same voice again. Inuyasha turned his attention back to the well as someone he’d never seen before pushed herself out of the well.

She dressed strangely—that was a given, she seemed to be from Kagome’s time—and carried a large, oddly-shaped bag on her back. She had thick waves of black hair, much longer than Kagome’s, but pretty much the same shade of jet black. Not only that, she seemed to resemble Kagome in a lot of ways, even if she looked much older. They had the same shape of face, the same nose, and the same round, brown eyes—although, if he looked close enough, he could see a strange pattern in this girl’s irises: little flecks of pale gold, asymmetrically surrounding her pupils.

Inuyasha was immediately on edge, his hand going instinctively for his sword hilt. Kagome saw, and shook her head, setting her hand on his arm.

“Relax, Inuyasha,” She said, “This is who I went back to get.”

“Sorry, did my bag getcha?” The girl asked as she hopped out of the well.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome continued, gesturing to the older girl, “Allow me to introduce you to my older sister. This is Luna.”

For a second, it didn’t set in. Inuyasha blinked once… twice… “Your… sister? You have a sister?!”

“She sure does,” the girl—Luna—stood tall, grinning and holding out her hand. As she did, she said something he didn’t understand. It sounded like weird gibberish. When she saw his face, she laughed and smacked her palm to her forehead. “Right, sorry. Still getting used to speaking Japanese more than I do English.”

Once again confused, Inuyasha just stared at her. “In-glesh?”

Luna nodded. “It’s the common language where I live.”

“Inuyasha, Luna lives in a different place than the rest of our family,” Kagome explained, “She lives in a country that’s across the ocean, called America.”

“A-mare-i-kah…” Inuyasha tried to say. “Sounds weird.”

“Oh it is, definitely.” Luna laughed, going to pick up her bag.

“Is that what took you so long?” Inuyasha asked Kagome, “You had to wait for her to travel across the ocean?”

“Didn’t take as long as you’d think, had to visit mom and gramps and Sota, too.” It was weird how casual this girl was about everything. “But I can explain why I’m here and where I’m from once we get to where we’re going, right?”

“Right,” Kagome agreed, smiling as she led her sister back toward Kaede’s village. “You gotta meet everyone else, too!”

“Looking forward to it.”

Inuyasha wasn’t sure how to process what the hell just happened. It was a lot of information in a very short amount of time, most of which he didn’t understand, and all of which he didn’t really like. He wasn’t sure how to feel about a new person joining their group, nevermind that he never knew Kagome had more family than the ones he’d met before. And the fact that she threw a heavy bag at his face certainly didn’t help. (Well… it was an accident, but still. It hurt.)

Well… at least Kagome was back, and the most important thing was that they could get on with their search for Naraku.

~ ~ ~

Alright, time to back up a little bit.

Now, there may have been a reason why Kagome didn’t really mention her sister. Part of it might have been that it would be hard to explain that her sister lived on another continent, but another part might have been that it would be even harder to explain why. And the reason it would be so hard to explain—for Kagome specifically—would be because of their father.

Now, the Higurashi family had quite a long history of shrine keepers, priests, and priestesses, dating back several hundred years. Along with that lineage came a propensity for spiritual magic and a connection to the supernatural, as well as the metaphysical, and Keiichirou Higarashi—father to Kagome, Luna, and Sota— was no exception. However, he had bigger dreams than shrine-keeping.

A bit of a rebel, Keiichirou spent some time in America during High School as a part of an exchange program. It was there, through the family that hosted him, that he found a world that he never would have imagined.

The underground world of Supernatural Monster Hunters.

He spent his high school years in America learning all about it: how to fight and protect people against different monsters, some of them like the ones his father told him stories of growing up. When he returned home, he declared that he’d found his calling, and when he could finally afford to, he would move to America to follow it.

His father worried about the fate of the Higurashi Shrine if his only child were to abandon their family’s legacy. Keiichirou wouldn’t back down, but found when he returned home, that the Hunting world extended even to Japan—not quite to the extent that it was in the States, but he could still find a middle ground between what he wanted and what his father did.

And in the interim, he fell in love and married a wonderful woman named Mei, who accepted his weird, secret world wholeheartedly.

The Higurashis’ first child was born on the first day of November, during a very full Harvest Moon. When she opened her eyes for the first time, the doctor immediately diagnosed her with partial Heterochromia; her hazel-brown eyes were speckled with gold just around her irises, making it look like she had little crescent moons in her eyes. Keiichirou chose her name for these reasons; he’d heard it when he was in America, a name that meant “moon”. Luna.

It was seven years until their next child came into the world: Kagome, named for the eight-pointed star Mei saw on her chest after she was born. Keiichirou was excited when he heard about that; he said that both of his girls had special gifts, and hoped they would one day do amazing things with them.

But another six years passed… and things weren’t so happy in the Higurashi house. Keiichirou had already started teaching Luna about the Supernatural world, where Mei thought she was too young. Keiichirou had grown weary over the years, still longing to go back to America, where the Hunter culture was strongest.

When Luna was thirteen, Kagome six, and Sota only a newborn, their parents separated.

Luna was old enough at that point, that her parents let her decide where she wanted to be. Enthralled by the idea of being a Hunter, she wanted to follow her father, even if it meant leaving the rest of her family.

Travel between the two countries was difficult; Luna was lucky if she saw her little sister and brother once a year. But they kept in touch as much as they could: by letter, by email, and a phone call every once in a while.

Then, just four years after he and Luna left Japan, Keiichirou passed away very suddenly of an illness. Despite her family’s insistence that she come back and live in Japan, Luna remained in her father’s house. She knew, by then, that she was too far into the Hunter world to leave; not to mention that she had Alice (an old family friend, let’s say for now), who had been helping take care of her anyway. So she stayed in America, as five more years went by.

She hadn’t talked to her sister in months, when she got a call from her out of the blue:

“Hey Luna, um… So, I’ve got quite the story to tell you…”

~ ~ ~

So here she was, Luna Higurashi, a 22-year-old American Monster Hunter, standing 500-ish years in the past, explaining herself to a half-dog-demon, a kitsune, a nekomata, a Demon Slayer, and a Buddhist Monk. All of whom were extremely surprised to find that Kagome had a sister.

“Nice to get to meet you all,” She said, “Kagome told me all about your adventures. She brought me here to help you get rid of that Naraku guy.”

“Kagome never told us she had a sister!” The little kitsune—Shippo—piped up first.

“So I’ve heard,” Luna chuckled, crossing her arms.

Sango, the Demon Slayer, looked rather interested in the guitar case Luna was carrying on her back. “You mentioned you were a Slayer too? That must be an impressive weapon you’re carrying.”

“Huh? Oh, no,” Luna shook her head, tugging on the strap. “This is just my guitar. It’s a musical instrument—all my weapons are in my duffel bag.”

While her attention was on Sango, Luna failed to notice the monk approaching her until he took her hand in his. “A demon slayer and a musician! To think Kagome never told us she had such a beautiful and accomplished sister.”

Luna just stared at him, but she could feel the tension rising from the Slayer next to her. It was like standing next to a crackling thunderstorm with lightning bolts ready to strike. But she had nothing to worry about, Luna wasn’t about to fall for it.

“Never did mention me, huh?” She reversed the gentle grip Miroku had on her hand, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it sideways; a warning. “But she did tell me about you. And if you value your hands, you’ll keep them to yourself.”

Miroku laughed nervously, “Ahahaha—ow! Th-there’s no need to be rash! I meant nothing by it!”

The thunderstorm was gone. Sango was smirking as Luna let the monk go. “Oh, I like her.”

Kagome sighed, shook her head and smiled. “Welcome to the group, sis.”

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[moveslikebucky]

Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Indiana Jones Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Arnold Ernst Toht, Sallah (Indiana Jones), Rene Belloq Additional Tags: Indiana Jones Fusion, Canon Compliant, If You Squint - Freeform, Pulp Adventure, nazis but they all die, Strong Aziraphale (Good Omens), Mutual Pining, Ark of the Covenant, References to Ancient Egypt, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), First Kiss, Fade to Black, slight mentions of trueforms, the inherent tenderness of healing miracles, crowley unionizes some snakes, and gets trapped in a glass case of Emotion, but really it's just a demon trap, Alcohol, Quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol, bickerflirting, Post-Scene: St James's Park 1862 (Good Omens), it's not like right after but it's important, die nazi scum, Animal Death, but the animal works for the nazis so, temporary implied discorporation, don't worry he's fine Summary:

CHAPTER 2 - REVAMPED AND RENEWED!

As y’all know from my post on Tuesday, I have revised and re-edited the first two chapters of my Raiders of the Lost Ark fusion; so here is Chapter 2!  After this I’ll be posting on Thursdays starting with Chapter 3 next week!  Snippet below, followed by the link to AO3 <3 <3

And a big major thank you as always to @yamisnuffles for making this exist with her screen cap redraws, to @narumikaiko for amazing beta work, and @luritto for the brit-picking - and to everyone in GPH, SOSH, WPH, and MoFu for their cheerleading on this! I love y’all so much!

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Cairo, Egypt.  1936

The flight from Nepal was awkward to say the least.  Aziraphale was struggling with his thoughts; so many things he could say.  That he wanted to say.  All of them boiling down to the barest of apologies before they could force their way out of his mouth.  Based on how much Crowley was fidgeting in his seat, he was pretty sure they were in similar boats in this situation.

It was strange to consider.  They had gone longer without speaking.  Whole millennia in a couple of instances.  This time felt different.  This time felt like there was a line drawn in the sand, waiting for one of them to cross it.  Crowley had always been an unstoppable force; Aziraphale, in this case, was the immovable object.  Stuck in a stalemate of little more than pride.

Aziraphale risks a glance in Crowley’s direction, finds ochre eyes fixed on his own.  He smiles nervously, darting his eyes back away and worrying at the ring on his little finger.  Aziraphale wonders when exactly Crowley had started making him this particular brand of anxious.  

“How is it that I tempted humans into knowledge, and you ended up a professor?” Crowley says clearing his throat, breaking the silence, “What did your lot have to say about that?”

“Nothing at all, actually.  Seems they’re still a bit behind on paperwork from the Great War, they’ve left me alone for several decades now.”  Aziraphale relaxes a bit, letting the tension ease out of his shoulders.

“Nice then, innit?” Crowley was doing his best to use the airplane seat in the most incorrect way possible, “Do what you want, they just bugger off.  Haven’t heard from my lot in a while either, figured it was the geography.  They’re probably just as swamped as yours though.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Aziraphale says, smiling kindly at a stewardess who hands him a package of peanuts, “Tell me more about Nepal, how on earth did you end up somewhere so dreadfully cold?”

“Dunno, really,” Crowley says, grinning from ear to ear, “beacon of bad ideas and dangerous people, seemed a good idea at the time, I guess.”

Maybe this isn’t such a lost cause, Aziraphale thinks to himself as he feels the frozen decades between them start to melt, maybe we can at least get back to where we were.

A few hours later, stepping off of the airplane and onto the tarmac in Cairo, Aziraphale steals a glance at Crowley.  He’s stretching his arms high over his head, as though reaching up to touch the sun.  Probably hadn’t seen good sunlight in years.  It would be no surprise to Aziraphale to see some of Crowley’s more snake-like tendencies come out here, where the air is warm and dry.6  He immediately averts his gaze when Crowley’s shirt rides up just a bit too high.  Sure enough, there are the beginning of scales creeping up his spine.

Aziraphale swallows hard and bids his heart to quit pounding as Crowley turns back to him with a smile.  It’s one of pure unbridled happiness tinged with just a bit of mischief.  Aziraphale rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance in the face of his own affections, and scans the area.  Soon enough he notices a short man in a smart cream suit hurrying towards them.

“Ezra, my old friend!  Welcome!  Welcome to Cairo; city of the living! Paradise on Earth,” Sallah pulls Aziraphale into a friendly hug, practically lifting him off the ground.

Aziraphale was always happy to see a friendly face, especially one of his oldest human friends.  He and Sallah had worked together in the early twenties, and there was no one he could count on more for this.

“It’s good to see you again, my friend,” Aziraphale says with a wide smile, “And how are Fayah and the kids?  I believe in our last correspondence you said there were eight of them now?”

“Nine as it were!  It’s been a while since I’ve written,” Sallah looks over to Crowley, a bit perplexed, “And who is your friend here?”

Crowley extends a hand, “Crowley, I’m an...associate of Dr. Fell’s.”  Crowley shoots a rather pointed look in Aziraphale’s direction, raising his eyebrow, before Sallah pulls him into a bone-breaking hug.  Aziraphale suppresses a laugh at Crowley’s clear discomfort before Sallah lets him go.

“Any friend of Ezra’s is a friend of mine, indeed,” he says with a laugh that shakes through his whole body, “Come, you are both welcome in our home!  We will discuss Tanis there.”

Sallah hurries ahead of them to his truck and Aziraphale turns to Crowley.

“What?” Aziraphale asks, not meeting Crowley’s gaze.

“ Ezra? ” the demon asks, grinning like a madman.  “Really?”

Aziraphale huffs indignantly, “What’s wrong with my alias?”

“Nothing,” Crowley says, face softening, “suits you, sort of.”

Aziraphale knows the tips of his ears must be turning pink, but he ignores it.  “Oh, well, thank you.”  His eyes dart away from Crowley’s face, unable to reconcile the softness of that smile with the warmth in his chest.  Aziraphale tries his best not to look at him as they clamber into the truck.

The trip to Sallah’s home is uneventful, but Aziraphale holds onto his worries.  The strange German man from the bar had escaped, and though Aziraphale would love to think that was the last of it, he’s sure their troubles aren’t over.

Given his time here on Earth though, was that really so out of the ordinary?  He and Crowley both had seen so much in their millennia of life, been party to so many wars and acts of espionage.  Of kings and countries, warlords and barbarians, even of God and Lucifer themselves.  This would be just another drop in that bucket.

Aziraphale looks out the window, keeping a watch on surroundings as they drive into Cairo proper.  He can tell Crowley is on edge, too.  They’ve been in situations like this before, but independently of each other.  Usually Crowley would be the one sweeping in at the end and saving him.  He didn’t need Crowley to save him now, he’d been doing this for years at this point.

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