#anyways enjoy redraw part one…i think

[catmanbowser]

remember when i said i was gonna redraw some panels frm wfa’s hang out issue…well i havent redraw all of them but i did bart and cried a lil in the process

Left one by me and the right one’s the og panel :]

[quirkle2]

shakes him around

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: The Prefect's Obsession.

Pairing: Yandere!Prefect/ Yuu and Reader/ Player (can be read as platonic or romantic)

Genre: Yandere

TW: Obsessive behaviour...? Let me know if anything else should be added ^^ (Reader and Yuu are two different individuals.)

AN: I initially had the prompt 'obsession', but reading @roseapov 's Player and Overseer thing gave me this idea; what if Yuu was more than just a puppet, and equally as obsessed with the player as the rest of the twst cast? I'm trying to explore how to write more unsettling kind of stuff, since I'm pretty good at writing regular ol' angst and fluff if I do say so myself ^^ somehow twst brings out this side of me lol. Anyways, as always, I hope you enjoy!

The Prefect was made aware of your presence in their life during the first ever battle they fought, against the blot monster in the Dwarves' Mines.

They remember the rush of energy that filled them, the authority with which they barked out orders for their friends to fight. The intensity of the battle had had little effect on them (even though a small part in the back of their brain said that they should have been freaking out) as they instructed their friends, while their own strings were pulled by another.

Till then, the Prefect had only felt someone's intent gaze, even when no one was there. At times a little rhythm would be thrumming under their skin, sometimes soft and slow, other times fast-paced and exhilarating. But the way you had possessed their body, taken over their actions to lead them and their friends to victory, was what astonished and scared them the most.

They hated it at first. After all, who would like to have no control over their actions in a life-or-death situation? But as time went by, and you led them to victory and safety so many more times, the Prefect grew fonder of you.

The many hours you spent, watching them repair Ramshackle or handle Grim and the rest of the first years endeared you to them. You were so patient, so kind-hearted to be helping this magicless human navigate the challenges of being transported to a magical world. Their desire to know you, to thank you grew day by day, minute by minute. After all, without your help they would not have gotten this far. Somewhere, the lines between genuine gratefulness and blinded devotion blurred, and the Prefect had no intention of redrawing those lines, ever again.

They could tell when you weren't with them. The lightness they felt when under your watchful (and loving, hopefully) eyes would go away sometimes, leaving them to mindlessly wander, waiting for you to come back. Of course, they wouldn't hold your occasional absences against you. They couldn't even bring themself to think something so blasphemous as to hold a grudge against you. But they also couldn't suppress the fear and anxiety that ate away at them each time you left, wondering whether you would come back, when you would come back, and how long you would stay with them the next time.

You, who they had never seen, had more of an impact and importance in their life than the boys of the seven dorms they had become fast friends with.

A conversation with Riddle after one of their lessons together revealed that the boys were also aware of a greater entity watching over them. They called you by a special name, one initially used by Idia and then adopted by everyone else.

Player.

Prefect tested the word, satisfied by the way it rolled off their tongue. Because they control us, just like a player would their game characters.

The Prefect became the subject of more attention fairly quickly after it became known that they were aware of the player and not just a oblivious puppet as Azul had theorized earlier. Considering that you used the Prefect exclusively to interact with everyone, the boys would try to spend as much time as they could in their presence, in hopes of feeling the your 'grace' and monopolizing it. It was just a feeling, one that they could all experience but none could explain. Your presence through the Prefect calmed them. Even when they thought themselves to be alright, the feeling of your presence would help soothe parts of themself they weren't aware needed soothing.

But the Prefect...They hated it.

The way they all milled around them, hungry for any indication of your presence, your validation. The way they stuck close to them, waiting to bask in the familiar warmth and calm that surrounded the Prefect when you visited them. To the Prefect, they were quickly turning from friends to insistent, irritating flies buzzing around.

Nobody deserved to be in your presence. Nobody but them. Because you chose the Prefect as your vessel, a blank slate for you to use to mercifully interfere in the lives of those who didn't deserve you.

The Prefect felt a sense of pride at the thought of being your puppet, at your mercy and for you to do what you wish with them. No greater honour could have been conferred to them and their existence than to create miracles in your name, under your guidance.

Of course, this... devotion meant that the Prefect often wondered about you. While you watched over them as they attended their lessons, the Prefect wondered if you liked to learn History; perhaps you were more into sports and fitness. Or perhaps alchemy was more your pace?

The Prefect also liked to imagine that their features somewhat mirrored yours. Perhaps your eyes were similar, or the curve of your nose, or perhaps your skin tone. After all, there must be something common between an entity and their vessel, to show that they are bound to each other, right?

As they looked down at your fallen form, however, they could not see any similarity. Not even a passing resemblance.

You were different, breathtakingly so.

Having spent the most amount of time in your presence, there was no way the Prefect could have made a mistake. The light sheen of grace that clung to your skin was enough of an indicator of your identity. The Prefect watched, mesmerized by your (e/c) eyes that held a mix of awe and curiosity, your apologies for bumping into them ignored in favour of staring at your face, searing each and every feature into their brain.

The Player.

The player was in Twisted Wonderland.

The player was in Twisted Wonderland?

But how?

Briefly, as Yuu extended a hand to help you up, they wondered if you had been unceremoniously dumped into this twisted world of magic and monsters, the same way they had. Their blood began boiling under their skin at the thought that some being (could this mean there were beings greater than you?) would treat you so carelessly, as if you did not hold power over some of the most important figures in Twisted Wonderland.

Prefect watched you stand with their help, a soft and grateful "Thank you," slipping through your lips and setting their every nerve on fire. The timbre of your voice, the slight awe in your words and the grateful light in your eyes as you looked at them, it was all so much. Too much, and yet still not nearly enough.

And then, a small voice spoke up from deep within them. 'The Player is here. And nobody knows.'

For if they had, if they had the slightest of an inkling that their beloved deity was amongst them, the housewardens would do their best to have you for themselves. Each dorm would declare an outright war on the others if it meant having you by their side.

But if you could be persuaded to join one before the others even found out...

They gave you a big smile, reverently noting the slight blush you sported. How cute. "No need to apologize. I wasn't looking where I was going either. But.. I haven't seen you around here before. I'm Yuu, what's your name?" They asked, hoping to not scare you off by seeming over eager.

"Ah, I'm (Name)," you answered, a bashful smile on your face. They cooed over your warm smile and sparkling eyes internally. So naive, so trusting; no wonder you cared about everyone, even those that had hurt your vessel, and by extension, you.

"I'm in the process of transferring from Aravae Arcane Academy," you continued, and their smile almost slipped from their face. You were in the process of transferring into Night Raven College? That too, from an obscure academy situated Sevens knows where? How long had it been since you had decided to grace Twisted Wonderland with your actual presence? How long had they been unaware of their beloved deity being so close? How long had they been unable to serve you as they should have?

The Prefect pushed the thoughts down, deep down, where it would never see the light of day ever again. You were here. Through some miracle, you were right in front of them, where they could touch you if you permitted (for they would never lay a hand on you without your permission).

And you would stay. The Prefect would go through it all again, fight the Great Seven even, if only to ensure that you would stay close to them. Where they could bask in your glory and serve you as they are meant to. A loyal follower devoting their heart, soul and mind to their beloved deity.

Your expression changed into one of slight embarassment and awkwardness, and that is when the Prefect realized they might have been just a little too intent with their staring. Nervously chuckling, they said, "Ah, okay. That explains it, I guess."

You chuckled as well, and the Prefect felt as though fate was smiling down upon them. This, this was their reward for going through all that they had. This was what they were meant for. "Yeah... I am kinda lost though. I was supposed to meet the Headmage, but..." You trailed off, and they nodded understandingly.

"Yeah, the grounds can be real hard to navigate. But don't worry! I'll help you get to the Headmage's office. He should be there, if he's not doing any surprise class supervisions today," they chirped.

"That would be nice. Oh, but, I don't want to trouble you. I mean, you must be busy..."

"It's no problem, really! I'm always happy to help!"

"Oh, well... If its not much trouble, please lead the way."

"Sure! Oh, by the way, do you have any dorm you'd like to be in? I know the Dark Mirror sorts students into dorms, but people do change their dorms sometimes if they want to..."

[dokidoki-muffin]

BANANA FISH - ASH | EIJI Revenge is a dish best served cold.

I decided to repost this old fic as part of Tickletober (2 chase) 🙃 It comes with a redraw of the old artwork ✨✍💖👌 I hope you enjoy it 🤭💖

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Summary: It���s been a long and boring day until Eiji decides to pull a little prank on a sleeping Lynx that greatly backfires 🙃

Notes: Beware ~ lots of tickles ahead 😉 (Also probably some swearing if I remember correctly 😂💥) Yes! This fic is 3 years old!! Can you believe it??!! 😱😳🙈 And it was the first I ever wrote 😆🙃🙈 (Please excuse any mistakes, English is not my native language 😆) Also.. the old artwork for this fic got “lost”.. For some reason the file on my PC was corrupted.. and I only had it in very low resolution... (you can still find it in the Dokodoki Timeportal though) But I thought I might present you with a new one 💪✨💖

Word Count: 3199

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Eiji had seen it many times before. 

Those green eyes were viciously glistening, emitting this undeniable aura of impending danger. But it was the very first time that he found himself being targeted, his composure instantly crumbling under Ash's killer gaze. So there he was, skeltering across the living room of their new spacious apartment in a wild mixture of childlike frenzy but also sheer panic. Whether or not he was indeed being chased by a ferocious animal or just a very pissed teenager, he still felt like a little rabbit running for his dear life. 

Eiji knew very well that he could have easily avoided this mess. It could have been a peaceful evening, chilling on the couch, drinking beer together, just relaxing once in a while. Yet still, it was in fact a can of beer that had initiated this scene only minutes ago.

It had been one of those dreary days. Eiji had a lot of these since they moved into this new apartment. He really liked it, although he didn't dare to ask how Ash could get ahold of such a place. But spending day after day in here, taking pictures, cooking, doing laundry, shopping for groceries, taking pictures once again of the street below, Eiji truly started to feel like a housewife. As much as he enjoyed spending some peaceful days after all they had been through until now, being alone in this huge place all day just made him feel like going stale. 

Eiji had just walked in, two bags full of groceries in his arms, his eyes widening in excitement at the sight of Ash's signature denim jacket. The thought of Ash being home early today even made him forget how much he hated to see the other's belongings scattered upon the floor. Quickly getting rid of his shoes, Eiji entered the living room, to find Ash lying on the couch, sleeping. He couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of him. It's been a while since he saw the blonde gang leader so relaxed. As a matter of fact, it was kind of a miracle, seeing Ash sleep at all. He truly hadn't been home a lot lately. Eiji didn't even bother asking anymore where Ash was going all the time. It would have been fruitless anyway. All the more Eiji felt his mood lightening at the mere thought of finally spending some time together. 

Happily humming, Eiji unpacked his groceries in the kitchen, finishing by putting a few cans of beer in the fridge for later when a sudden thought of mischief struck him. Still holding the last beer in his hand, amazed at how cold it was already, Eiji felt a smirk forming on his face. 

One hand pressed firmly over his lips, trying to prevent himself from giggling, the other hand carrying said can of beer, he sneaked back into the living room. Carefully sliding across the wooden floor on his socked feet, Eiji reached the couch, slowly leaning over the backrest to find Ash still lying in the exact same spot as before, breathing peacefully. 

Oh, this was so mean, now that he was thinking about it again.. Not even sure if he had ever seen Ash looking so defenseless before, Eiji decided to enjoy the view a tiny bit longer, even thinking about getting his camera. But ultimately this opportunity was too good to be neglected.

"Come on... it's just a little prank.", Eiji thought to himself as he reached over the backrest of the couch, gradually lowering the can of beer. Nearly bursting with childish anticipation, he kept the can hovering above the sleeping Blonde for a few more seconds before he finally dipped it down, connecting the ice cold metal with the warm skin of Ash's neck. 

Eiji was prepared for a variety of reactions. He even expected to see a fist thrown towards his face. 

Yet he got nothing alike. 

What met his ears instead was the most adorable high-pitched squeal he had ever heard coming from the oh so tough gang leader's mouth. Not even knowing what had hit him just now, Ash shot up with flailing limbs, effectively launching himself off the couch and onto the floor. 

It was priceless. 

Maybe he should have apologized. Perhaps he should have voiced concern, asking Ash if he's ok. But all Eiji could do right now was laugh. 

Collapsing against the couch, still holding the can of beer in his hand, Eiji was giggling like a little kid, unable to stop himself, even if he wanted to. Seeing Ash now slowly crawling upon the floor looking very much like a disoriented puppy wasn't helping either. 

"Pfffahahaha that was just too funny!!", was the only sentence he could form successfully before he was struck by the next fit of giggles. Eiji could feel his cheeks burning up as he was wiping away those tiny tears that had already started forming in the corners of his eyes.

"What did you just say?"

It was an innocent question, but the tone in Ash's voice was enough to let all remains of laughter instantly die in Eiji's throat. Slowly opening his eyes again, his gaze met a pair of flashing green eyes staring back at him. 

It was hard to explain why. Eiji knew for sure that Ash would never do anything to hurt him. Even so, he felt his heart sink to his knees, looking into those eyes, signaling him that there was only one thing he could do right now to save his ass. 

Run. 

And so he did.

Quickly letting the can of beer slip from his fingers onto the couch, Eiji did his best to get some distance between him and the angry lynx, raising himself from the floor, ready to pick up the hunt. 

"Come back here, you little shit!", was enough to draw out a first panicked yelp as Eiji stumbled into the kitchen, already hearing chasing footsteps behind him. 

"Nonononowaaaait!! I can explain!", he cried, surprised by the shakiness of his own voice. Hold on... What was he going to explain? That he had been bored out of his mind all day? That he had truly been a mischievous bastard? 

Eiji could feel his heartbeat hammering away in his throat as he saw Ash appearing in the kitchen doorway, calmly making his way to the table. They ended up circling around it. Not that Eiji was actually more secure now with a chunk of solid wood between them. This must indeed be what it feels like to be cornered by a predator, and yet, Eiji couldn't shake this hint of.. enjoyment? Excitement, even? 

"Oh my, Eiji..", Ash broke the stalemate between them with a sweet but oh so threatening voice and a sly smile on his face, "That wasn't very clever. I'll get you back for this. And trust me, it won't be pretty."

A little stomp of Ash's foot was all it took to make Eiji jolt in surprise and send him running for the living room once more. On wooden ground again, Eiji abruptly realized his grave mistake. As much of an advantage the socks on his feet had been, while sneaking up to the couch, they were not at all made for running on the smooth surface of a parquet floor. Especially in comparison to those red Converse chasing after him.

Eyes wide open, Eiji turned his head in panic as his feet kept slipping helplessly on the floor, only to see a wide grin on Ash's face. Like watching a movie in slow motion, one, two, three big steps later Eiji felt a hand connecting with his waist causing him to let out a girly shriek before he was ultimately tackled to the ground.

Eiji desperately wiggled himself around, bringing his arms up to defend himself against whatever disaster that might befall him, as a heavy weight pushed him flat on his back. Before he could move any further, he already felt the Blonde straddle his waist, dangerously hovering over him. 

"What a lovely assault.", Ash whispered, leaning down further on his hands that were already resting on Eiji's shoulders. "Did you seriously think there's not enough adrenaline in my life already?" 

Eiji gulped. 

"But you sure know what they say about revenge, right?", the Blonde continued with a smirk forming on his face, slowly letting go of Eiji's left shoulder, pulling out the can of beer from his pocket. 

"N-no! No, I d-don't!! And w-when did you pick this up?!", Eiji squeaked in fear, as he felt how his shirt was being yanked up. Unfazed by Eiji's angsty outbursts Ash bent down even further until he was just inches away from the other's face, concluding his digression on film quotes, 

"It is best. served. cold."

The immediate stinging sensation of an icy metal can meeting the bare skin of his stomach made Eiji scream in shock, "HIYAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! NOOOOAAAHAHA! COLD!! COOOOOOHOHOLD!" 

All tries to form a coherent sentence were quickly drowned in panicked squeals and giggles, as Ash kept placing the can all over Eiji's stomach, eliciting new waves of icy shivers each time the metal touched his skin.

"This is for waking me up with a fucking chunk of ice.. ", Ash explained calmly, now rolling the can up and down Eiji's side, making the Japanese boy wiggle under him like a worm,

".. and this.. is for laughing at me while I was lying on the floor!"

All of a sudden, the can was gone, giving Eiji a precious little moment to gasp for air before his body was flooded with a different sensation that took him completely by surprise. 

Ten fingers scribbling at his sides and lower ribs, five of them ice cold from holding the can of beer just seconds ago. Out of all the things he had envisioned in his head, the last thing Eiji had expected was to be... tickled?? 

"NAAAHahahaha!! Whahahat are you-?! Staaahahap!", Eiji cried out, instantly dissolving into helpless giggles, his arms flailing about trying to get a grasp on those hands that kept pinching and scratching away.

Ash couldn't help but snicker, enjoying the sight beneath him. He had always assumed that Eiji would be ticklish, but he wasn't quite prepared for such a cute reaction. Seeing the japanese boy already squirming and twitching under the most delicate touches was indeed delightful. 

"Since you were so desperate for something to laugh about…", Ash started teasing the smaller guy, now sneaking his hands underneath Eiji's shirt that had already ridden up halfway from the beer can assault before, "I'm giving you a proper reason." 

Eiji's giggling soon grew into a full-on laugh as he felt Ash's fingers clawing up and down his ribs. This was so unfair. Although this was the very first time Ash was tickling him, he seemed to have a sixth sense for all the extra delicate spots on Eiji's body. Amused with his discoveries, Ash even found himself smiling along every time he vibrated his fingers into one them, hearing Eiji's laugh double in pitch while his legs kept kicking out in reflex.

"AHAHAHAhahaha nohohoho Ahahash, pleheheahahase!"

"Please?", Ash repeated, raising his eyebrows in curiosity, "Please what? Tickle your hips? :)" Eiji's eyes widened in realization of what he just heard, as a first gentle squeeze to his exposed hipbone triggered a shower of giggled pleas,

"Ohshitpleasenooo! Please!! NononononOAAAAHAHAHAHA! NAHA-NOT THEHEHERE!!"

Eiji literally exploded with squealing laughter at this new maddening touch on his waist, even letting out a scream as the Blonde suddenly decided to drill his thumb into the sensitive flesh. Ash could feel the former athlete's body thrashing beneath him while hearing Eiji's laugh become more and more frantic. He truly must have hit a bad spot.

"Not there he says...", Ash chuckled to himself, almost pretending not to be tickling the life out of poor Eiji at this very moment. 

"Ok, then what about here?", he sheepishly commented as he let up on Eiji's hip, just to shove his right hand further underneath the other's shirt experimentally dragging his short nails across an unsuspecting armpit. 

The reaction was instant. 

Accompanied by a high pitched shriek, Eiji's arms shot to his side, clamping down as hard as he could, effectively trapping Ash's fingers under his left arm. 

"Oh dear..", Ash let out a sigh, looking into Eiji's already flushed face. "What are we gonna do now? Seems like I'll be stuck in here.", Ash stated with an over dramatic voice, ever so gently wiggling his trapped fingers under Eiji's arm to prove his point.

Now, this was just mean. 

It wasn't much, but for Eiji it was more than enough to have him shake his head from side to side whimpering with almost silent wheezes. He knew that he had always been absurdly ticklish under his arms. He had been tickled there before. Yet, there was something different about Ash's touch. He couldn't explain it, but it was driving him insane. 

"OhohomaGAHAD NAhaha! Ahahash! Please dohon't do thihihis!", Eiji finally found his voice again, begging for his life now, fearing this might be his last chance to speak in full sentences.

"Oh I would love to spare you, but I'm still stuck in here.", Ash claimed sweetly, putting a little bit more pressure into his touch, causing Eiji to throw his head back in ticklish agony. Ash had to bite his lip not to laugh at their situation. It probably couldn't get any more cliché than that. "Well, if you can't lift that arm on your own, I guess I'll have to lend you a hand.", Ash declared with a wink, ready to put an end to this silly game. 

A sharp little squeeze to the waist was all it took to make Eiji's right arm shoot down in reflex. What he wasn't expecting though, was the sudden weight of Ash's leg settling down on it, pinning it firmly to his side. 

Eiji let out a pathetic whine, as Ash now reached out for his left arm, slowly pulling it upwards, without ever removing his other hand from underneath Eiji's shirt, his instincts screaming alarm that he was officially screwed. 

Maybe, if he wasn't weakened already by all the previous tickling, Eiji could have put up an actual fight. But all his efforts to prevent his left arm from getting pinned above his head now, eventually immobilizing him completely, proved absolutely fruitless. 

Eiji knew precisely what was coming for him, and still he couldn't stop himself from screeching, as he felt new ticklish sensations shooting through his body. 

This wasn't just mean anymore. 

This was hell! 

Unable to handle those scratching nails on his now stretched out bare armpit, Eiji descended into hysterics within seconds. 

"EYAAAAHAHAHA- SHIHIHIAHAHA- STAAAHAHAHAHA-!!!" 

So long, coherent words. 

"Oh, wow... ", Ash commented this deafening eruption with big eyes. Much to his surprise, Eiji had stopped thrashing. Instead, he was just lying there, every fiber of his body tensed up, shaking with delirious laughter, desperately burying his face into the sleeve of his left arm.

Eiji felt like dying. Of course, he had no idea what dying would actually feel like, but this must be pretty close. Not sure if he could survive just a single second longer under this unbearable touch, Eiji cried out his last resort. 

"OKAAHAHY! IHIHI'M SORRY! I'M SOOAHAHAHAHARY! JUSTSTAHAHAHAHAP!!" 

"Aha, there we go :)", Eiji heard Ash call out triumphantly through his own wheezing laughter, "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" 

As quickly as it had begun, Eiji's ticklish torment came to an end, as he felt Ash retreating his hands from his heavily panting body, pulling his shirt back down on the way. 

Eiji just kept lying where he was, gasping for much-needed air. Trying to wipe tears of laughter from his bright red face, he could still feel his body tingling all over.

That was it?! A plain old "I'm sorry" was enough to end this madness? Three little words could have saved him from having his ticklish ass handed to him? Well probably not entirely, but still... 

"You ok down there?", Ash asked chuckling, gently ruffling his fingers through Eiji's black hair, making them even messier than they were already. "I sure didn't expect you to be that ticklish," he added with a hint of amazement in his voice, "But you do have a cute laugh."

Eiji couldn't be more glad that his cheeks were probably still brightly flushed. He could practically feel them lighting up once more, mewling into his hands while listening to the most embarrassing compliment he had ever received in his life.

"Maybe I should do this more often.", Ash mumbled to himself, obviously satisfied with the result of his revenge. 

"Naahaha... Please don't... ", Eiji giggled in response, slowly recovering but still trying to catch his breath, "I'd gladly.. take the beer.. over this anytime... " "Oh, really?", Ash chirped, leaning to the side to pick up the can from the floor again.

Shit. 

He shouldn't have said that! 

Eiji quickly wrapped his arms around his torso, squeezing his eyes shut, bracing himself for the worst. 

Nothing happened. 

Just as he dared to open his eyes a little, he felt a chilling touch on his cheek. Yelping in surprise, he brought his hands up to meet with Ash's fingers, gently pressing the can of beer against his face. 

"Better? You look like you're overheating.", Ash commented, smiling to see how Eiji's expression relaxed again as he leaned into the pleasantly cool sensation.

"You.. are.. evil..", Eiji huffed as Ash was lifting his weight off him, helping him to sit up next to him. "Pfff... Says the guy waking me up with this!", Ash countered, dramatically feigning to be offended, before letting the can slip into Eiji's hands entirely, "You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Touché..", Eiji had to admit snickering, slowly recalling that it was indeed his own mischievous plan that got him into this mess in the first place.

Well, it actually was kind of fun, looking back at it now with a little more oxygen filling his lungs.

"How many of these do we have?", he heard Ash asking, raising himself from the floor, slowly moving back towards the kitchen.  

"Including this one... I think about six.", Eiji answered, recounting his groceries in his mind. 

"Good.", Ash declared, grinning back over his shoulder, 'Cause I'm in the mood to get wrecked!"

Flashing a smile at the sound of those words, Eiji quickly jumped to his feet, following the Blonde on his way to the fridge. "Wrecked how?", he asked innocently, causing Ash to raise his eyebrows in puzzlement. 

"Uhm... very much?", Ash answered hesitantly, unsure if this was some kind of language issue between them. 

"Nooo!! xD", Eiji choked back a laugh. Swiftly throwing the can of beer in Ash's direction, forcing him to stretch out his hands to catch it, Eiji jumped at the surprised gang leader, wrapping his arms around him from behind.

"I meant like... wrecked with what?", Eiji hummed with a sheepish voice, highly pleased to sense a shiver as he experimentally pinched Ash's side,

"Beer or tickles?"

[luniidae]

~ THE ~ DESILLUSIONMENT

Chapter III

TW: Violence, blood.

Note: I'm pretty happy with this drawing. I had to redraw it entirely last night because my software crashed 🤣 but this new version is far more better ! Anyway, this chapter is very long compared to the others, but I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it !

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It had been about two years now that Luvia had her horns regularly trimmed. It wasn't very pleasant, it was sometimes even painful, but she could handle it for the one who gave her everything, right ?

In the meantime, the little girl had noticed the presence of another child. A boy, older than her, with messy dark hair and clearly in an unenviable state, at the sight of the bruises he had on him. Raphael didn't wish to say more about him, except that he was "nothing important” and that she shouldn't pay any attention to him.

If the young girl always blindly followed her "father's" instructions, her curiosity pushed her to learn more about this mysterious resident.

Where did he come from ? Who was he ? Why didn't he wear nice clothes like her ? Where did these bruises come from ? And above all, how come she didn't notice him sooner ? Luvia wanted answers.

But it wasn't an easy task.... Because no one was willing to talk to her about him, not even Hope. As if Raphael had ordered them all not to say anything.

She could try to talk to him, but as surprising as it may seem, Luvia was too shy to attempt an approach. So she was content to observe him from afar when she had time and he was busy cleaning certain parts of the House. Besides, the poor boy was still in a bad condition.

Intrigued by his presence, Luvia also felt a certain sadness towards the young boy. She wanted to help him, to show him that he wasn't alone, if she couldn't stop him from getting hurt. Because yes, she ended up thinking that he was just very clumsy.

One day, while he was near the fireplace, Luvia plucked her courage and approached slowly, so much so that the boy only saw her at the last moment and jumped. At first, it was fear that could be read on his face, but he quickly frowned, as if he was trying to hide it as quickly as possible. He didn't immediately notice the apple that the little girl was holding in her hands.

His eyes were dark, tired. He was dressed in rags and had several bruises and scratches all over him.

The two children looked at each other for a few seconds. He looked up, examining her horns and visibly intrigued as to why one of them was shorter than the other.

Then he got back to himself and met her gaze again.

"What do you want ?", He finally asked in a tone that was both annoyed and worried.

Luvia felt like she was melting on the spot. She had never heard him speak and didn't expect him to. She had already made a big effort to come to him, and although her face displayed a friendly pout (at least she hoped), it was impossible for her to say a word.

So she just handed him the apple.

"What is ....."

The boy looked at the fruit with astonishment, he didn't understand why this girl about whom he knew almost nothing suddenly came to offer him... This. An Apple. Especially since she wore the colors of his tormentor, which didn't give him trust.

However, he had to admit that the fruit really appealed to him. Raphael had deprived him of food for almost five days and he was starving.

Then a worrying thought came to his mind..... What if she had been sent by the devil to test him ? No one would be suspicious of a child. From the looks of it, she seemed a little younger than him. He scanned the surroundings out of the corner of his eye, as if to check that no one was hiding somewhere, ready to pounce on him as soon as he touched that damn apple.

"Is that.... A trap... ?", He dared to ask without hoping for an honest answer.

Luvia shook her head, a little confused. Why would this be a trap ? Did he expect it to explode in his face ? She thought. The boy seemed to think for a few seconds before adding:

"No, it'll be fine, I don't want it...."

The girl frowned. It was not necessary to have exceptional hearing to hear the gurgling noises emanating from his stomach. So why did he refuse ? Why did he doubt her ? Because of the horns ? She only had one and a half after all, maybe that didn't make her very credible to him..... Which made her stress out more.

She was there, in front of him, her arm outstretched, holding an apple that he had just declined. Both upset and embarrassed, the little girl decided it was time for her to slip away.

So still without saying a word, she advanced towards the young boy, arm still outstretched, until the apple collided with his chest.

By reflex, he grabbed it with one hand and Luvia then took the opportunity to leave it to him and turn on her heel. She began to walk away at a rapid pace, her face as red as the fruit she had just given, but proud of her good deed. Luvia didn't have a friend of her age in the House of Hope, she hoped he would understand that she meant him no harm, so they could play together.

However, she had learned nothing about him. She didn't know his favorite color, where he lived before arriving here and why.... She also didn't dare ask him his name, in which case she would have learned that it was Enver.

But she never asked him and he always did the same. Failing to dare speak to him, Luvia regularly gives him food in secret. Mostly fruit or cakes. It was small and easy to carry.

Unfortunately, Raphael ended up learning about it and came to find Luvia. There was no way he was going to let his protégé get involved with this lesser person.

“Today you are going to learn a very important lesson,” he announced to Luvia, “Our classroom will be just slightly different from other days, but I hope there will not have a next time.”

Luvia nodded and didn't ask any questions. She never asked questions, not to Raphael. He said, she did. And she began to follow him to the prison.

There was Enver down there, on his knees, with a jailer standing beside him. The children looked at each other, one was confused, and the other knew perfectly well what was going to happen. It wouldn't be the first time for him... And it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Luvia, my child, it is time for you to understand that in this world and on all plans of existence, there are two categories of individuals. The weak....", he looked at the boy with contempt, his voice borrowed from a certain disgust, ".... And us", he finished with a slightly more cheerful intonation and placing his hands on the young girl's shoulders.

“And we have no compassion for the weak. They are there to serve us, sometimes to entertain us, but above all to obey us”

The little girl wasn't sure to understand, or if she wanted to understand. She knew that Raphael wasn't thrilled with the idea of her spending time with his little prisoner, but she didn't know how much it had annoyed him.

The devil made a brief gesture with his hand towards the jailer who first punched the young boy in the face and he fell to the ground. Luvia took a step back which was interrupted by Raphael who was standing behind her, crouching at her height.

Luvia turned her head so she couldn't see anything, but he grabbed her chin to force her to look. Shocked, the young girl was unable to close her eyes, and tears soon began to flow down her cheeks, then onto Raphael's hand.

"He's not like you, Luvia. He's just a worm whose pathetic existence hangs by a thread. You must never have the slightest sympathy for these things."

The blows rained down on the poor boy who groaned in pain. He tried to protect himself with his arms but the jailer was so diligent in their task that it made no difference.

And this spectacle became more and more unbearable.

"S.... Stop..." she finally said, her voice trembling. But Raphael ignored her, visibly absorbed by the scene.

All this blood... She had never seen so much. And the seconds, which became minutes, seemed to last forever.

Luvia grabbed the devil's hand which was still holding her face with her two small hands. Was it to try to get rid of it ? To find comfort ? Both ? In any case her voice grew louder.

“I beg you, Father, make it stop !” she cried desperately.

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, then gave a brief nod towards the jailer who stopped. Their hands were bloody. Out of breath, they walked away from the boy who was lying on the ground still conscious, his face bloody and his nose broken. He looked at Luvia who was staring back at him, horrified.

“We’re done”, Raphael said. And with these words, he took the young girl in his arms to carry her, "Put him back to his cell", then they both left the prison.

Luvia didn't take her eyes off the boy until she lost sight of him. She no longer spoke, no longer reacted, she was feeling like numbed. She wasn't sure she understood what had just happened, but she was gripped by an inner conflict.

She felt terribly guilty. Her only "friend" had been molested because of her, but she had also disappointed her father. Her dear father...

She had interacted with this other child when he had forbidden her to do so, but she had not been able to handle his punishment either. While they were in the corridors of the House, she buried her head in his neck to hide her face there, ashamed.

“I’m sorry”, she whispered, her voice shaking again.

Raphael didn't answer her, he just placed his free hand behind her head and stroked her hair.

To be continued....

[eemamminy-art]

for the artist ask game:

3. your favorite piece(s)? 13. talk about a wip you like!

3. your favorite piece(s)?

This is tough, because I find that my favorites change all the time because I'm constantly improving! I think the ones I really like best currently are:

This all saint's day-themed estimeric piece, which was inspired by a really intimate and personal experience I had. Fandom has made it harder to enjoy this ship more recently but they are so special to me, I wanted to project a special moment from my life onto them. I also posted it on a really meaningful date for me, so it's like.. extra personal and special in that way 💕

This fordolyse beach artwork, because I feel like it's held up to my own personal scrutiny very well even though I drew it last August, and I just really love looking at it. I love the beach, and I find joy in drawing a simple beach and sky from my head. I love their body types. I think the composition works well even though it's super simple!

The little autumn-themed sketch page I did of my stardew guys, because it felt like such a labor of love to be working on it genuinely for two whole months and to not give up on it until it was perfect. I redrew some parts of it over and over and over, I wasn't sure I'd ever finish it. It was a real exercise in my ongoing attempts to stylize my art in a satisfying way while still keeping it feeling solid and proportionate yet interesting.

13. talk about a wip you like!

Well, this one I'd say I half like it, and I need to figure out what I'm doing with it… but I'm doing some like then vs now pieces with my stardew guys and while the lines are "done" on the past portion, I far and away prefer how sketchy the future part looks.

When I compare the finished lines to the sketch on the first half, I feel like it lost so much personality and I'm trying desperately to find a happy balance between cleaning up my sketches in a concise and balanced way while still keeping the energy and feeling of the sketch. I hate to feel like I wasted my time but I might end up just redrawing it, it feels so stiff to me 😭 I know this is a lot of complaining when it's supposed to be something I like, but!! I'm finding myself putting a lot more thought and going much more slowly with my personal art (working on it a little at a time over weeks instead of doing one or two several hour long sittings so as to not spend too much time on something "just" for me) which I think is helping me be more mindful of where I want to take my art, and also making the finished work more satisfying (since it's ultimately stuff I'm making for me anyway) :3

I think this wip probably has a long way to go and it might look totally different when it's done, but I find myself thinking about it and coming back to it the most! Like sometimes I just open it up on my second screen while I'm gaming and I just glance at it and try to figure out what's missing, or what can be changed. Or I just go ehehe at the smiles in the future portion of the set 🥰

[startistdoodles]

Hello! I've been seeing your Kirby OC posts and it got me inspired to try making my own OC. However I wanted to ask you if there are any particular tips or guidelines you have on how exactly to go about making an OC?

I'm happy to hear I could inspire you!! I'm the kind of person who really encourages making an OC however you like with no hard rules, but I would be happy to offer tips as to how you can make them look more convincing and fit into the world!

This applies not just to Kirby but to any media that you want to make a fan design for. I use these tips when I design Fakémon and my other fan OCs as well! Knowing the property's design conventions can help you if you want your OC to fit in more seamlessly with other characters.

Since the subject is a Kirby OC, I will use my own as an example.

Prisma Knight follows the very basic design conventions of Kirby, since I wanted her to be the same species.

They both have: -A round body -Nubby arms -Big, round feet -Cheeks and feet that are a different color than the main body -Eyes that are an accent color

Conventions help with the consistency of character design, but they don't have to strictly be adhered to. Feel free to experiment and break conventions to help your OC stand out!

Next, because I wanted to make her a knight, I went ahead and looked at the designs for the preexisting knights and made some observations based on their conventions as well:

Once that's done it's time to move onto to the secondary design elements. I wanted Prisma to have an icy elemental design to her with a bit of mirror thrown in, so I took inspiration from those copy abilities:

I really liked the colors of these designs, so it was at this stage I decided to go for a primarily blue and purple pallete with some white and gold in there as accents.

With this in mind, I went ahead and looked for a color palette that I could take inspiration from:

By then I had a pretty good idea of all the conventions, so I made some sketches!! Ideally during this step it's good to make many different sketches exploring various ideas, but I'm the kinda person who erases and redraws parts of my initial sketch so know that there were different designs before I reached this one, haha:

All the while I was thinking of her story in my head which mostly stemmed from questions pertaining to certain design elements I chose:

Why does she have an elaborate mask? Because she's royalty.

How did she become a knight turned royalty? She left the life of a soldier behind her.

Why did she stop being a soldier? She was ashamed of a foolish mistake and fled.

What was that foolish mistake? She challenged someone stronger than her and lost her wings in the process.

And thus, Prisma was born!! Her name actually came to me before I even fully designed her (which about NEVER happens for me lol) and it was the inspiration for her using ice and mirror magic in the first place.

Anyways, I hope this helped! Just have fun with it and enjoy the creation process :D

[cubic-watermelon]

I very much enjoy the lion king 2, specially these two! I re watched the movie and just had to draw them.

I think I might like TLK2 better than the first one even if it feels like a Deviant art fanfic. it does!!! like, - this is Scar's partner Zira. - is she? I don't remember her from the first movie!!! - oh and we drove off scar's followers from the pride lands! - he had followers? can't seem to recall that from the fist movie. and all the "evil" lions looks like OCs or lion-sonas! (not in a bad way)

and what IS Kovu??? they were like, oh he's not Scar's son even if he looks just like him!

Anyway, Zira was such a cool villain

This is a scene redraw from this part of the movie:

[kogarashi-art]

It's the last previews for Falling Into Darkness!

Important note before I go into some details on the pictures: I will, in general, not be doing this for other fanfics I post. The main reason I did this series of illustrations was as something of a treat for finally crossposting this 10-20-year-old story to my AO3 account. I don't really plan to draw a ton of illustrations for other fics I do.

That being said, I may do occasional images that will be posted with future stories on AO3 (I have a quick one for the first chapter of the next fic I plan on posting, for one), and if I do other fanart, related to a fic or not, I still plan to post art here.

But I'm glad for all the kind comments and everyone enjoying this series of illustrations with me. :D You guys are awesome.

With that, description-stuff (including more behind-the-scenes than usual) below the cut. 'Tis long; be forewarned.

First up, arguably the easiest illustration to do in the whole set. It's a silhouette, so the foreground wasn't really an issue (other than trying to get the edge glow just right, and I still don't think I quite managed but I'm definitely telling myself not to mess with it any further). The background was already painted for the second illustration in the whole set:

I just fixed up the paths and the treetops and added a little lookout stand to the building on the right, now that Sonic and Sally weren't blocking those spots. After all, it's supposed to be the same view anyway, so I figured I'd make it easy on myself and not have to completely repaint the scene.

The second image employs some little cheats here and there. Here's the original sketch from my sketchbook for comparison:

Very loose, lacking detail. Straight lines are more like suggestions. The robots are spiky blobs. I have a literal note next to a stick figure and a hollow shape telling me to get some references. There's the barest hint of the alcoves the robots are standing in.

I didn't show this level of behind-the-scenes off with other illustrations in this series (though I suppose if anyone's ever interested, I could do a process post about how I worked on these), but one of the first things I did with this series of illustrations was sift through the roughly fifty individual sketches I'd drawn to illustrate various parts of the story (not counting redraws of portions), ranging from vague shapes to much more detailed drawings, to narrow it down to the ones I was actually going to finish for this project. I ended up with 27 total images, including the two I'm previewing today, focusing on having at least one but no more than three images per chapter.

Once I'd determined which sketches, like the above, were going to become a finished piece, I then went through each and every one of them in Photoshop with a sketch pencil brush and filled out the sketches to a point where I could reliably ink them. That meant things like swapping out figures that didn't work with redraws of them or making size adjustments, like so:

The first image is the second illustration, and you can see I redid Sonic because his initial pose didn't work. The redraw was actually a pose of him I did to draw his post-Mobianization robotic elements from the end of the story, but the stance was actually good for what I needed, so I Photoshopped it in and then sketched the rest of the replacement drawing digitally. The second image is Sally watching Knuckles walk away, and you can see that I changed her left arm, and also reproportioned her body prior to inking (bigger head, smaller body).

And for pieces like the final one in this illustration series, I sketched in all the details that were missing from the initial sketch (which, as I said, was pretty barebones; in my defense, it was the last one I drew, and by that point I was pretty tired of drawing robot hedgehogs so Sonic was something of a stick figure in most of the last chapters' sketches).

And here's where one of the cheats comes into play. I drew one robot hedgehog. Specifically the one you see the most of, near the tip of Robotnik's cape by the drafting table. I drew it on its own layer in Potoshop, then copied and pasted it into all of the other holding bays, erasing parts that wouldn't be visible as I went along. I also went and found those references I needed for Robotnik and Snively and drew the two of them properly.

And then, because I much prefer physical pen-to-paper inking over digital (my tablet is not one of the fancy screen ones, and I've yet to really get comfortable digitally inking with it, despite owning it for nigh on twenty years), I colored all of the sketches red, assembled them in groups on letter-sized images, and printed them out onto cardstock (my preferred medium when I'm going to be traditionally inking). I inked them with my various inking pens (some Sakura Microns, some Faber-Castell PITT pens), scanned each sheet back into my computer, and cleaned up the lines in Photoshop (the reason for the red printout was to make it a bit smoother removing the sketch from the inked lines, though it wasn't as clean as I would've liked; oh well).

That left us with the above. Because I inked them each by hand individually, the robots don't look copy-pasted, because it was the underlying sketch that had been, not the ink work. The tables and holding bays also have straighter lines thanks to using a proper ruler for those (though I didn't concern myself too much with things like perspective and right angles), and after drawing the straight line, I went back freehand over spots to give them a bit of that hand-inked wobble.

From there it was a matter of laying down the flats in Photoshop, then shading, adding effects, etc. I like the cold yellow light I've got on the robots, and the overall shading on the yellow cape. Also that sense of satisfaction when I called this one done, because it was the last one. Huzzah.

I'll see you on Monday for the last chapter!

[papakhan]

do you have any Chance headcanons? Bro deserved better.

I do actually! thank you so much for asking (he really did deserve better :'(

Chance is one of the oldest Khans who was born into being a Great Khan, rather than being a remnant from the New Khans. His mom was effectively winging it his entire childhood and he maybe grew up a little too fast as a result. Jessup is his younger brother by about 10 years and Jessup has always absolutely adored Chance, basically never left his side from the age he could walk.

Before Bitter Springs Chance was part of the Khans who cleared routes ahead of the rest, helping the movement of their home base go a little smoother. A lot of Chance's side of the work was Physically moving things out the way, like clearing debris from roads that were intact enough for Khan wheels which could be anything from big rocks (on post war roads) to prewar cars (on prewar roads)

He's always had his long blond hair but it used to be neatly plaited before Bitter Springs, nowadays he doesn't really have the mental energy to even wash his hair, and barely lets Jessup do that

Bitter Springs took a huge toll on Chance's mental health. I hc that he was one of the Khans trying to make sure that the evacuation path was safe when he got cut down and spent the remainder of the fight being mistaken for a body while he drifted in and out of consciousness. He woke up surrounded by a lot of fire and bodies and never spoke a word since. He feels guilty for not being able to tell anyone the path wasn't safe before it was too late and has what he saw burned into his mind. my man needs therapy so bad

While I do like and enjoy all the "Chance uses sign language" headcanons I personally believe that he's very despondent and withdrawn due to his PTSD and rarely makes attempts to communicate. Jessup is effectively Chance's carer and makes sure that he's fed and drinking enough water and is physically clean etc. and he's the best guy who knows what Chance is trying to say and is very protective of him. Side thing but Jessup is actually a very caring and compassionate guy he just has a very brash tough guy attitude.

The Khans aren't very good with mental health as a whole (they can't really even deal with Papa's depression) not for lack of care they're just not in a good place atm. I think if he got the help he needed he would start to communicate more but it'd take a long time to get there. I think he'd maybe start with signing and writing things before trying to use his voice again

I also think Chance same height as Legate Lanius but a lot bulkier. I know he's got washboard abs in all roads but Everyone does in that comic I hc him to be fat!! I think he's stronger than Lanius but Lanius is faster, but that speed doesn't count for much when your weapon is 15x bigger and heavier LMAO Lanius would get destroyed by Chance Chance would beat him to death with his own mask

More Chance stuff

He is a clean 7 feet tall, Jessup is 6'2" and everyone thinks he's short he's not he just looks tiny next to Chance

I also hc him to have brown eyes and freckles like Jessup

I don't like the necklace he has in all roads because the thors hammer symbol often gets associated with like. na//zis. so I often redraw it as a key or coin. I don't think the artists meant anything by it honestly they were probably just associating Chance with the god of thunder because of his size and strength but personally i'd like to stay far away from it especially considering canon Chance has blond hair and blue eyes. anyway

My man likes a good steak, he and his mom used to compete for who could make the best meat rub. He's not a fan of sweets

The heaviest thing he's lifted was the front end of an NCR truck with the driver still inside. That driver had nightmares for weeks

Like Regis, Chance is one of the Khans who the NCR and others who arent Khans tend to recognise but never actually speak to. I think even before he stopped talking people just kinda gave him a nickname because he was just So recognisable. The NCR probably had their own codename for him over the radio.

[amugoffandoms]

Mug's 2023 Art Review!!! (Part 2!)

Welcome back!! Check out Part 1 if you haven't already!

June (Part 2)!

I forgot to mention this in part 1 but i drew SO MUCH in June, it's crazy absbsbd

I got heavy into animating stuff this month hsbffnfn

Also, more poses!! Perspective!! good God perspective kills m

forever will love that Kotoko art . . . I thought the Weakness redraw was so cool, too :D!! The AKAA redraw never got posted because I didn't like how it looked xbncfn but I really enjoyed doing it anyway!!

faces also!! they kill me constantly and I did really well with distinguishing them this month!!

July!

This month, I started lots of MUGRAM work (which will not be shown babsjdj)

I updated a piece of fanart I did for Thermoregulation because um

i used the wrong symbol fuck

I have individual versions of the fanart as well, they're just long expanses of the art you see so ajsnsn

ALSO KAZUI SIR!!! this man kicked me back into drawing milgram fanart fucking hell CAT LITERALLY MADE DRAW AGAIN

There's so many details that are in the image and I love it a lot sjdjxnd details beloved!!

August!

(aka Yuno month because it was her birthday next month, but I DIDNT POST ANY OF THE DRAWINGS)

me when my faces changed every five seconds:

also I'm a limbus company fan (jumpscare) (I haven't played in months) (my computer is broken) (I don't want to kill my phone)

Lots of posing though!! And shading got a bit better absbsj??

also the one es photo hsjsdnxnd ERASED on Netflix you will be missed o7 (very interesting au I think?? never planned it out though abahha)

ruh roh I think I need a third post. . . CHECK IT OUT HERE!!

[julymarte]

Friendship

(you can find this pic without the walltext in the #meme redraw tag in my blog)

So the other day i made THIS post so i thought i'd share more information about their relationship

Taru might end up a lil in the shadow of her more popular friends but she really is the glue that keeps them together somehow, starting from the beginning...Taru and the twins pretty much grew up together they are more than just childhood friends they are almost relatives you know when you call the parents of your childhood friends uncle and aunt even if you are no way related? That thing. they are pretty much cousins- when they were children they were almost inseparable they almost spent more time together than with their siblings ( both the twins and taru have younger sisters, they also have a close bond). growing up the friendship with Nakir grew more than the one with Uri, they are still very good friends but other than gossiping and having some walks and chit chat around the market they don't do much else, with nakir instead they share the same 1 braincell if there's something dumb or risky be sure that they will team together and do it anyway for the thrill of it. Both Nakir and Taru did feel pretty sad when they had to be separated for 8 long years when she enrolled the Red Moon Academy(might do a post about the whole merc system one day let me know if you'd like to see it) and they most likely made other friends Nakir out and Taru inside of it but none as meaningful as what they have so upon their reunion it was an immediate decision to become teammates and work on missions and assignments together.

As for Pravaal...Him and Taru met for a very short time before she entered the academy but we need a little context here, mercenaries in the kingdom of moon are actually a lil bit different from what one may imagine while thinking about a regular merc, some of them have gathered quite the fortune and gained a title on par as nobility ... some are more on the fancy snob side others more on the military side...Taru's family on the part of her mother is one of them(on the military side), Pravaal is a noble sure but he has technically no ties with mercenaries aside from his runaway father most likely being one BUT a couple of merc nobility with ties with the academy offered to give him shelter after he reached out for help from the academy after fleeing from home when just a kid so, for a couple of years, they were eachother's only friendly face at those booooring adult meetings.Taru's sister seemed to enjoy them while both Taru and Pravaal used to spend their time making fun of the snobby rich elders and finding ways to prank them, he would be pretty shy about it back then but she wouldn't hesitate to take the lead on the mischief... they met again when she graduated and to her surprise he and Nakir knew eachother too cause they had been training together for the purple class, she did not expect them to have developped a rivalry tho XD (and of course she had no idea to what happened with Uri) It's just thanks to her that the three became a trio, one day Nakir and Pravaal were arguing on who would take a specific mission and she just proposed " why don't we go together" they reluctanctly accepted but it ended up being a big success, the chemisty of the party was a bit unstable at first but even tho Nakir and Pravaal deny it, they are a pretty good team. And after a good mission what's best than a niiiice celebration at the Twiin moons, they sure have become regulars at that (shady) pub and it's not rare to see them hand around there- but yeah good things don't always last, have you ever had that one friend that disappears after they get a special other? well this is kinda what happens here except their drifting away is not much cause they don't hang outtogether anymore but cause they LITTERALLY MOVE TO OTHER WORLDS, she of course has the means and will go see them but it's always kinda bittersweet

[kbthebearcat]

Art from January! WALL OF TEXT INCOMING (I copied and pasted the desc I typed out on DA hgngh…) I looked up poses for some of the characters that inspire me when it comes to Troy’s character and his world.

The ones I picked here are Fred from Scooby Doo, Doyle from Galaxy High, and StarLord from Guardians of the Galaxy. 

All of these character I feel share similar traits and energy. All of them can be goofy and silly or like to crack jokes,  and even have similar physical characteristics. Fred is usually depicted as being a bit out of touch and does some pretty unexpected and funny things, also gives off “himbo” vibes. His actions or methods to catch the bad guy can seem unorthodox, but still work. Overall just quirky, but means well. I see Troy as that too. Unless it’s a very serious situation, Troy’s silliness and goofiness is going to come out while he’s on the job and in uniform, but that doesn’t mean you can’t count on him to get the job done.

In the more recent stuff they show Fred to have an obsession with nets and traps, and that reminds me of Troy and his love for tacos. He also just gets excited or really happy about certain things in general, which makes me think of Troy too, because he can get like that about things. I could have chosen a lot of poses and expressions with Fred tbh, but I saw him making that one in a clip I was looking at, and I just got an urge to draw it. 

I haven’t gotten to watch every episode of Galaxy High yet, (there aren’t that many as the show didn’t last too long) but from what I’ve seen, there’s a lot of elements in there that inspire me, not just the main character. The overall plot of him and another human girl from earth being chosen to attend a high school in space is already interesting to me. There’s aliens of all kinds co-mingling, futuristic tech, space-related hijinks, and just good-ole 80s vibes! Which of course, I always enjoy. 

Doyle himself is pretty much a jock. Not an extreme one, but I’d consider him being in the category. He’s sporty/athletic, plays football. That reminds me of Troy because he’s athletic and sporty too and plays basketball. That’s why I thought that pose there would be a good one to try.

They make Doyle out as meaning well too, but since he’s a teenager his choices aren’t always the best. There’s usually a lesson to learn at the end of an episode. Even though Troy isn’t a teenager, he’s still a young adult, and can honestly still act like a teen or big kid anyway.

ALSO Doyle works as waiter at a diner, and Troy works as a waiter at a restaurant when in hooman disguise! I didn’t even know about Galaxy High when I made that a thing for Troy, so I thought that was an interesting similarity as well. I’m tempted to draw Troy in the outfit Doyle wears just for the fun of it.

Annd then we have Starlord, who may be the least surprising choice here…. He’s a part of a group called “Guardians of the Galaxy”. They travel around space helping people, fight bad guys… and there’s some comedic flare thrown into the mix. I mean, that’s pretty much Troy’s concept in a nutshell. Starlord himself reminds me of Troy in a lot ways. I could see Troy listening to oldies music while in his ship, or exploring a planet, jamming out and all that. Cracking jokes while he’s fighting with something or someone. All that stuff. 

Whew boy, uh… sorry for this wall of text here. If you made it to the end of this then kudos to you haha. ;w; Just felt like giving a bit of explanation for each character here… there’s many more characters that have inspired me with Troy though. 

Also this was a experiment here, taking screenshots or looking up pics of characters that inspire me and trying to redraw their poses/expressions. I gotta do this more. I’ve never really gotten to before but it really helps with going out of my comfort zone and exploring a character more. 

[violetvelourr]

A little bit of whining venting

I’ve spent 3 hours today trying to draw something. Anything…. I have plenty of sketches and I tried linearting several but nothing worked out, they were just straight away hopelessly ugly.

At moments like these I feel like I’m a complete fraud because one week I’m totally fine and then the next one I can’t do shit.

But in fact it’s been like that for a while now - we are halfway through August and I’ve only managed to finish one artwork which was in line art stage already back in July. So strictly speaking I haven’t produced anything this month yet. ‘Melancholic Arina’ is stuck in the face/hair phase, I spent two evenings trying to draw her body and arms with no progress. And there should also be Kakashi in that artwork which is also not going to be easy.

Today in one of the lineart attempts I couldn’t even draw Kakashi’s hair though I had zero issues with that part of him for a long time already 🤯 like it was always the easiest and most enjoyed part for the past 6 months or so…

I’m in mild despair because no matter how much I repeat to myself that it’s alright to not always be in the high (after all, July was rather productive with 7 artworks), I still think about it all the time, like I’m not doing anything and time goes on, and I am stressed because I feel like I have forgotten how to draw and even more stressed because I try to draw and just fail again and again. But I have to keep trying because I’m afraid that if I’ll stop now to give myself a break it will be again 10 years like the previous time. 🤦🏼‍♀️ and the cycle repeats. Trying. Stressing out. Trying. Stressing out…

I’ll change my screen protector tomorrow perhaps - could be the fact that it’s way too slippery - now that the ‘paperlike’ protector is completely worn off - is affecting my ability to control the line. I know that with writing the feel of the pen affects my writing a lot. Maybe here it’s a similar thing… Also I want to do something that always seemed to help me reset my artist anxiety a bit - redraw some anime scene in my style. Suggestions for the scene are welcome, by the way…

But if that doesn’t help, I don’t know anymore. I haven’t had it hit me that bad in a while, I even cried today because of it. 😖 I didn’t even cry that much when my previous artwork got corrupted 🤯

The problem is that my motivation is not as high as it used to be. Previously it helped me get through my tough times. I was driven by inspiration. I hardly have it left now, unfortunately… and the recent events killed the spirit off even more… 😔

Anyways, another day wasted, off to bed… 😖

[jeanjauthor]

The comic strip For Better Or For Worse is running a story today (April 8th, 2024) that its creator, Lynn Johnston (no relation, her name has a T in it) first posted April 10th of 1995.

I'm not going to post it here.

I'm just going to say that I experienced this as a child. Not the exact same circumstances, certainly not the same location or type of situation (mine wasn't flooding). Probably about April's age, maybe a couple years older at most; I don't really remember. Also, I immediately fetched up against rocks, which was how I was rescued so quickly after my cousin started screaming for help.

I have been dreading and yet anticipating this storyline, because this part of it is very personal for me. I was in that situation myself.

The hero in the comic strip was not the same type of hero that rescued me. (No spoilers, except that the character of April is rescued and is more or less fine afterward. One of the scenes that follows may be upsetting to certain categories of folks who might get especially upset over such things...but I think Lynn handled it very well.)

Anyway...I have been dreading this scene and the next couple of scenes because of that personal parallel.

But at the same time, i have been anticipating this storyline being replayed, because it is a powerful story.

(It needs to be noted that Lynn has been redrawing and relettering her old comics in a rerun from the start. She's not continuing the stories, but re-introducing them to a new set of generations to enjoy, and I support her in this endeavor, as it allows her to continue to be creative and earn an income (NOT an easy prospect these days even for someone internationally syndicated for decades!) at a level of work she can manage in her increasing old age. (She also has assistants.))

She's retelling a powerful story. One I think folks should read.

I just...can't link today's story directly.

That was me.

[toxic-potions-productions]

Black cat moon hashira & her golden retriever mist/water slayer friend (Demon slayer) (Gift for thgizmo on tik tok)

Three days of my life spent on this that I'll never get back. Totally worth it!

If anyone knows the reference to this, you earned a cookie

So, I fell in love with a demon slayer oc I saw on tik tok so I had to draw her with Zakiko because she & her would be absolute partners in crime

So, the black haired girl is her oc Gizmo. That's a temporary name until she decides an official one for her, but TBF, I think Gizmo IS her official name at this point LMAO

I mean, if she wants any suggestions for names, I don't mind giving her any if she's cool with it!

I absolutely love her, she's such a darling! & y'know what? I'm gonna slip her into some of my own KNY adventures with my own ocs cuz I just love her that much, especially with Zakiko

These two are so black cat & golden retriever, they make me so happy (She even requested this, too!)

& I also have a little note for her to read, so if you aren't Gizmo, then don't read this next part

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Hi, honey! I am so sorry this took longer than it should've, I just really hate drawing traditional sometimes. Gizmo was so much fun to draw & if some coloring looks a little off or weird is because 1, I don't have the EXACT colors for her in markers. & 2, I mostly used water based markers for her. I think the only non water based marker I didn't use was for her skin tone XDD

Just a quick side note, Zakiko blushes at literally everything, so it isn't a ship blush on her for the last two. Sure, she likes girls (Lesbo moon hashira -w-) but she's more of a mother figure to Gizmo in my eyes. So, no shipping! Besides, most of my KNY ocs are either straight, uninterested, or already spoken for, so it's all good

I also have a headcanon that Gizmo is smaller than Zakiko's 5'10 ass by a few inches & I couldn't resist XDD

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the gift! You should really get a Tumblr one of these days so I can @ you instead of sending all this to you through tik tok. Just LMK & I'll give you some tips on how to work it. But, entirely up to you, ain't no trouble at all. I'm just happy I get to show off this cutie to my Tumblr followers, they deserve to admire her. Hope it was worth the wait, sweetie! 🩵

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I got alot more ideas involving our sweet Gizmo (Doodles, lyric comic, & a Manga panel redraw), so stay tuned for that! For now, I'm gonna go & probably pass out somewhere 😅

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Zakiko Shibata by: Me

Gizmo by: thgizmo on Tik tok

Demon slayer by: Koyoharu Gotouge & Ufotable

Do not steal, trace or copy.