#crosshatching was tough

[aggiepython]

inktober day 18

[missroserose]

I was tagged by @lovetheirloves to find the following words in my WIPs: think, breath, blood, hand, window.

I don't actually have a lot of individual WIPs that I haven't either finished or abandoned, so most of these are going to be from When the Waters Start to Cross...but I did dig up a couple half-written Supernatural fics I haven't yet given up on.

Think

Sam considers stonewalling, but—Dean’s thumb is stroking along the tiny feathers at the top outer corner (the alula, his brain supplies, though he’ll be damned if he can remember where he learned the term), and it sends sparkling shivers down his spine.  And if they really do have time, if they’re not in any danger of disappearing, or discovery…he shuts his eyes again, tries to remember flying.  Thinks back to the feel of it, even if the details are frustratingly vague.

Breath

Steve digests this. Tries to keep his voice quietly curious without sounding overly pitying. “Do you want to go back? Find him?”

Billy sucks in a breath, looks away. Steve wonders if he’s pressed too hard; if Billy’s going to clam up on him, laugh it off, throw a punch. But then—“I used to think so. Dreamed about heading out on my own, just taking the Camaro and driving until I got back, finding his friends, tracking him down. But lately—“ He shakes his head. “I remember his eyes. Hazel-green. And the sound of his voice, teasing me, whispering in my ear. But nothing else, really. I’m not sure I’d even recognize him if I saw him on the street.”

Blood

“Which is precisely why you fascinate me.”  The edge bites into Sam’s skin, deep enough that he stifles a grunt; he watches with sick anticipation as his flesh parts beneath the blade.  “You are unique, Samuel Winchester.  And I am determined to make use of you.”  One line, drawn from mid-quad down towards Sam’s kneecap; Michael moves the blade a quarter-turn, and with two careful flicks of his wrist, adds two perpendicular slashes, one at the top, one a crosshatch towards the middle.  The blood wells up, begins to drip; the corners of Dean’s mouth turn down, and he makes a sound of displeasure.  He stands, leaves the light; returns a moment later, holding a rag and a brass goblet, which he sets to catch the drops of blood.  The corner of the razor gouges a serif, struck through the top line, and Sam realizes it’s an Enochian letter.  Un.

Hand

Steve’s body leans forward, presses a hand against the webbing, the barrier, watches it deform around his fingers. He can’t even brace himself, can only silently scream no no no as his body leans forward, as he feels the webs gradually stretch and part beneath his weight, as the tree takes him in, inch by inch, until—

With a snap—

Steve is falling.

Window

Awake, now, Steve spends a few minutes contemplating Billy’s face. In sleep, lit only by the sidewise glow of streetlamps and the waning half-moon shining through the window, he looks so much younger—looks every bit the teenager he is. The faintly-visible discoloration at his jaw, the scratch across one cheek, should make him look tough; instead, they only seem to emphasize his vulnerability, the fragility of this physical shell that usually houses such a determined fire.

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That was fun! Tagging @twobrokenwyngs, @bubblegumbitchdean, @skybound2, @ihni, @introvertia, and @applecrumbledore—I'd love to see your snippets! Your words are: dance, cloud, anger, flower, and bite.

[stoopakoopa]

Inktober Prompts: Day 4

Shoutout to @iamthehousethatfloats for using the “they have to huddle together for warmth” trope in a Klondike Scroldie fic because honestly that’s……… perfect. Not a redraw of that fic or anything but man have I been thinking about it a lot.

Also re-reading Don Rosa comics really makes me want to try to do more with lines for obvious reasons.

[louis-vinet]

This is Ursula. She doesn’t make friends easily, and though she did stab me a few times during dinner, once she gets to know you (or has drawn enough blood) she’s actually a sweetheart 🖤

[stardestroyer81]

The artstyle of the Classic Mega Man series, which only began to find its footing just after the third installment, is iconic. I have a major soft spot for Keiji Inafune's artwork for the NES-era Mega Man titles, as well as Ryuji Higurashi's illustrative work for Mega Man 9. I've even spent a good while trying my hand at the style, of which you can check out here!

Though, every artstyle has to start somewhere, and even though the later NES Mega Man titles had some excellent looking artwork, the illustrations for the first couple of games were... interesting. The characters of the original Mega Man and its sequel were drawn in a much more rounded artstyle, looking more chibi like than the anime-esque style it would evolve into, and after the first few Mega Man games, it was quickly improved upon.

When you really take some time to sample Mega Man 1 and 2's artwork, however, you'll find that it's not that bad of an artstyle. Sure, the infamous 'Capcom hand' looked odd from having the middle two fingers fused together, but outside of that, I find that it's an artstyle that doesn't get a lot of representation in Mega Man fanart and is one I've grown to appreciate in these past few weeks.

And from having drawn a near-identical Inafune-styled Mega Man a month ago, yet another challenge for my artstyle replicating smarts arose... could I do it again, but take more after the style of Mega Man 2's artwork?

See for yourself!

I've been playing a whole lot of the first Mega Man Legacy Collection for the past few weeks, and in that time I've beaten all six games (Some even twice or thrice like Mega Man 5), read all of the database entries, and have been sampling the game's enormous backlog of illustrations from Mega Man 1 through 6!

In doing so, I found myself developing a fondness for the artstyle of the first two titles in the series— while I do prefer the artstyle of the later NES games, the humble beginnings of Keiji Inafune's illustrations for Mega Man appealed to me, and it was a style that I definitely wanted to see if I could come close to replicating.

And so, it was shortly decided that I would be drawing Mega Man in the Mega Man 2 artstyle! ... but what pose would I draw him in? I thought it would be neat to have a MM2-styled version of Mega Man from his appearance on Mega Man 10's box art, and the instant I thought of that pose, I got straight to work!

Compared to its modern counterpart, the style of the earlier Mega Man games has some pretty key differences: most glaring are the pupils of the eyes, which are much more wide than the slimmer pupil shapes seen in later titles. The eye shape itself is also a lot more circular, too, and certain aspects of robot master facial features (Such as their mouth or chin) are much larger.

The hands and boots of both Mega Man and robot masters are also greatly simplified, too. The 'feet' section of the boot is much more round, and also lack the 'Z' crease shape you would normally see on non-segmented boots. Instead, the boots (And often other parts of the body, such as the legs or buster) have minor crosshatch shading, though nothing too major.

These were design elements I made sure to account for in my initial sketch, and much like when I last drew Mega Man, the most important part was getting his head to look as 1:1 to the original that I could. You might notice the 'Capcom hand' looks a bit wonky, and this is because I was using my Switch for references and it was tough to draw a good looking one pointed left instead of right— it wasn't a huge deal. I could always fix it when I digitalized it!

After I got the sketch fully lined to my liking, it was time to figure out another crucial aspect to staying true to the look of Mega Man 2's visual style: the colors. The colors I used here were directly picked from Mega Man himself on Mega Man 2's box art, but when I wasn't liking how dark the colors came out, I brightened and desaturated them a slight bit to give it that vintage feel.

The shading was particularly easy, as I referenced the shading from my main reference of Mega Man in 10's main artwork, though I intentionally left some areas unshaded (Such as the buster meter and inner earpiece) seeing as Inafune tended to do the same every now and then.

An extremely small detail that I'm glad I acknowledged was how you can only see Mega Man's right (Or his left) earpiece as opposed to both. In artwork from the first two games, whenever Mega Man is at a 3/4ths angle, only one earpiece is present, whereas both can be seen at the same angle in later games.

I'll be honest, it was actually a whole lot of fun drawing in 2's artstyle, since it's a lot more simplistic compared to the perfection 9 and 10's style demands when replicating it— I may even attempt modern robot masters in the same style to see what they may have looked like in earlier Mega Man titles... or perhaps even draw faux official artwork for the obscure Bond Man!

That said, I hope you've enjoyed my dive into analyzing the artstyle of the earlier Mega Man games, and what my research yielded in perhaps one of my favorite drawings I've done this year!

[slicenose1]

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[streetcrocus97]

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[eilistraaee]

Some demo thoughts:

- Jill’s initial relationship with the UBCS is undertandably tense and mistrustful so it’ll be interesting to see how that develops as she works with them more, especially with Carlos since he’s the one she spends most of the game with

- voice acting, animations, and character models are superb. Some weird crosshatch-looking textures on clothes and hair sometimes, but that might have just been a problem on my end with my console or monitor

- Jill. Her attitude, her design, the way she moves—everything about her speaks to her S.T.A.R.S. training and her competency in tough situations. This doesn’t detract from the horror at all either—the fact that she is so capable and experienced is what makes the game feel even scarier because she stands a better chance than most people and is still barely managing to survive

- controls and mechanics are near identical to RE2 Remake which isn’t a bad thing by any stretch

- the new quick step mechanic is insanely helpful and got me out of a few tight spots. Using it to execute a perfect dodge feels super satisfying

- zombies seem to be found in groups more often than they were in RE2 Remake which is very in keeping with the original RE3

- (potential minor spoiler) one of the files in your inventory is filed under the location “Jill’s apartment” which means we’ll very likely get a gameplay segment in her apartment unlike in the original

- the RE2 Remake tactic of kneecapping zombies and running past or stabbing them while they’re down doesn’t seem to be as effective this time around. On the flip side, they appear to go down with fewer headshots if you can place them

- no more defense item prompts? Probably the trade off for the knife having infinite durability, and getting grabbed by a zombie allows you to button mash to fight them off which more or less eliminates the need to use defense items against them

- Nemesis can create enhanced zombies which are very easily distinguished by their tentacle heads and ability to lash out with an attack similar to a licker’s tongue whip

- and on that note dear god NEMESIS. He’s fast, he’s mean, and he hits like a freight train. He has two attacks (at least that I’ve experienced) that briefly immobilize you, one being a grab and the other being his tentacle drag

- Nemesis can come out of nowhere. He has a leap and some other animations that allow him to easily traverse the area and be on top of you in seconds. He’s also surprisingly sneaky?? I ran into a room after immobilizing him during the first encounter and I didn’t even hear footsteps or the door burst open behind me when he entered the room. For me the only real indication that he was close by was his super intense music suddenly beginning to build up

- the environment is packed with detail and you can tell the devs put a lot of effort into making Raccoon City seem like a place people actually lived and worked in, similar to what they did with the RPD in the RE2 Remake

- despite the environment being more open, things still feel very intense and visceral thanks to Nemesis breathing down your neck, zombies still feeling like a real threat, and the general atmosphere of the city literally crumbling around you

And that’s everything that came to mind for me. Feel free to leave your own thoughts of the demo!

[lemons-made-here]

Sorry to be a bother but can you do something like dom bakugou out of the bedroom headcannons I don’t know you understand but please try thank you ∩^ω^∩ ( sorry I’m awkward)

This gif always makes me M E L T 🤤🤤🤤

I totally understand! Its not weird at all! we all have that one dom friend

Loves you to death, there isn’t a day he doesn’t show his adoration for you. He’s just a little more tough love, but make no mistake, you are his everything

Bakugou is always the big spoon, always. He has to be protecting you in some way, sometimes he doesn’t even notice it, like whenever you two are on the subway, you’re pressed to his side to keep you close.

He’s Not overprotective per say, just extremely cautious, being a pro-hero will do that two you. Katsuki is the type of boyfriend to request you text him when you get places, just so he knows you got there safe.

Text from BoomBaby💥: Hey love, I got swamped with an extra patrol tonight, so Kiri will drive you home tonight, text me once you’re in the house, love you

He has the Dom Stare ™ that he uses to get some sense into you… you know the look

“Katsuki, babe, I have a great idea, an absolutely wonderful idea”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“We should have a baby”

“(Y/N), I swear to god you’re still a child yourself”

“Pleeeeeease?”

“Princess, this is the last time, no, at least not right now”

Bakugou drives, always, that’s just how it is, this way he’s one hundred percent sure that no harm will come to you in the car

If you go out shopping, he wants to see what you bought, not to berated you or approve it, but the smile on your face when you get excited about a new purchase warms his heart

For your one year, Bakugou got you a simple Pandora ring, a silver crosshatch band with a small orange topaz gem in the middle, similar the the Xs and color of his hero costume. On the inside it says ‘To my princess, I’ve always been your hero first’

If you’re sick? You are not, I repeat not leaving the bed unless you absolutely have to, Bakugou is there every ten minutes to check how you’re feeling, and make sure you’re drinking enough fluids. If you ask, he’ll cuddle with you for an episode of Grey’s Anatomy or The Office with you, or until you fall asleep.

Whenever you go out to a charity event or gala, Bakugou’s suit jacket is draped over your shoulders whether you are beside him or not (You most likely are) everyone can see that you belong to each other, and there’s no messing with you.

[hsol-art]

Warrior; a brave or experienced soldier or fighter. This is different to what I've been doing so far, but I LOVE the way it turned out✨ HSOL

[amplifying-archived]

i’m tired and i’ll write a more elaborated and Fancy version of this later, but i want to talk about Baptiste’s faith. about Vodou.

Baptiste rejects the syncretism of Catholicism and Vodou; although he can’t fully snip out catholicisms’ influence over the latter due to the one of many lasting effects of colonialism, he tries

he knows someone’s been looking out for him, especially during tough times. he equates this to being protected by Èzili Dantò; a lwa / senior spirit in his faith.

Èzili Dantò is a woman of anger. a woman of vengeance. her possessions are known to be quite violent. while she’s angry, while she’s vengeful, she’s also extremely protective of her own.

while Baptiste escaped Talon, as he country- and city-hopped, he made makeshift altars to Èzili Dantò and prayed to her on tuesdays; her reserved day of worship.

he wouldn’t always remember to practise worship on tuesdays, sometimes forgetting for weeks at a time, which he does feel guilt over. especially since he knows she’s been looking out for him and he’s trying to show that he won’t put that to waste; that he’s worthy of her protection.

he does believe he’s been possessed by her in critical times, and that she’s saved his life.

after finding stability in Overwatch, he sets up a stationary altar to her in his room in the major Overwatch base. it’s coloured in bright greens, blues, and red; it sports a small, commissioned crosshatch metalwork of Èzili Dantò’s vevé, a statue, candles, and various offerings / sacrifices for her. these sacrifices often consist of dislodged, petite jewels or golden rings.

these offerings can also spur guilt for Baptiste. he doesn’t have the time nor money to make consistent offerings, so he’s hoping that being more consistent with his solitary prayers will suffice to show that she hasn’t chosen ill.

Baptiste can become nervous while speaking about his faith to others. mostly because of widespread reputation amongst the Catholic believers in Haiti, that Vodou is bad, sinful, and a source of evil magic. outside of Haiti, not many people know of his strain of Vodou, and he then reverts, mentally, into thinking that people won’t understand and will speak negatively of his faith

[eldonash]

Orobas&Morelia - fated

Summary: Nearly killed by a slayer, Orobas is on the brink of psychotic break. Heavily damaged, he runs into Morelia-- the two strike a small deal and expose their true selves.

Location: Southern State Time Period: Flashback -- Untied States Civil War; 1863 Triggers: Gore, blood, body horror, injury, death

War was a constant energy in the world across all species and time. Orobas traveled with war, lured to it from South Korea into China, to Germany, and eventually into the United States. He moved often with his maker Haxian, the two inseparable and always with a body count behind them. It was growing tiresome in this city, a slayer had almost cut Orobas in half. It was probably the closest he’s ever almost perished, and the feast he required to heal from the damage had put him in disturbed mood. Haxian had left him only to seek out a place to lay low for a few days, the gun fire in the distance was a crackle of explosions, and the scent of blood in this war beaten southern town was heavenly. He moved from the darkness of an alleyway to the edge of a street. The streets pitch less lanterns strung up on hooks, as the dark sky randomly illuminated in bursts of firelight. People tried to scurry through the city to get to where they were needed. Unaware of the cloaked figure with a limp, arm almost hanging off his shoulder, and a thirst so deep anything would do.

Entangling herself with mundane matters wasn’t something Morelia did frequently. Finding herself in the independent nurse squadron hadn’t been a bad strike of luck, but rather the easiest way she’d found so far to relentlessly eat without fearing getting caught either by wardens or the same humans she so deeply desired. But despite having an all you can eat buffet to her disposition, the lampade still found herself merging with the shadows at night, waiting for the perfect victim. Many seamlessly walked past her without noticing, wondering why a particular spot felt slightly colder than others, the ghost of a hand touching the back of their necks. But it was probably their imagination, right? But it wasn’t the thrill of finding a clueless spellcaster what kept her in the dark alley, but rather a barely noticeable silhouette that had caught her eye. It took a while before she decided to move and, like a ghost, the woman lurked towards it, hoping she’d be lucky enough to find her dinner.

Orobas couldn’t remember what human hunger felt like. Emotions were a blurry crosshatch within his mind, that shifted with his moods and what he desired. Layers of simplistic understanding in survival were more pronounced, and likely why he’s survived as long as he has, being someone who killed so much. The monster didn’t entirely exist with the living, not caring for their needs, their ambitions, or their lives, but it was necessary to associate with them. Humans disgusted him, a vermin that he feasted on because it was all he needed to remain immortal. Right now, hunger was there, a swirling dull throb that made his eyes bleed to red as he limped forward again, the step excruciating as his middle slid out of place and seemed to barely connect. As he moved from the alleyway towards the building where people were laughing, and drinking their fill, a tavern it seemed-- he pulled out a long six inch, ivory handled blade with his only operating hand. Keeping it hidden within the folds of his long cloak, covering most of his injury and body. 

It was easy to sneak up on them without getting noticed, after all for Morelia was born from the shadows, and to shadows she would return. It was almost boresome how easy it was to prey on others, especially when a touch was all she needed to avoid starving to death --- human flesh wasn’t a necessity she required to survive, but rather just a delight she never wanted to let go of. She continued silently looking the way the silhouette limped next to her, pitying how completely unaware of her presence they were and how easy it would be to just snap its neck. It would be a favor, really, to help them get out of that suffering. Something was off, however. No smell came from the figure, which meant they weren’t human. And that was enough to peak the woman’s interest. If anyone had been watching into the alley, it would’ve looked like she materialized from the thin air. Morelia continued silently observing, her head now cocked to one side, and a dark smirk painted on her face. She wondered how long it would take the other to notice her presence, but the little show was too good to stop it.

Orobas didn’t notice the presence at all, his eyes were on his desires. The laughter on the other side of the windows, their cheer’s with tankards splashing ale over their fat fingers. Orobas shivered in want to hear them scream, to smell their blood-- but as his awareness caught up to him, though very delayed, something sinister curled a snarl to his lips. With a fast turn, he made to shove the person to the wall, the knife pressed to their throat, but he gritted his teeth as his injury moved and shifted, giving his upper body a disjointed, disturbing appearance. His eyes regardless were forward and on the woman. The scent sweet, and alluringly different. “Mhmm,” a throaty sound caught at the back of his throat. “What is so funny.” 

A short breath left Morelia’s throat as her back hit the wall, mostly in surprise. In all honesty, she hadn’t expected to be met with such force, but the blade pressed against her fake skin was a nice touch, and she couldn’t help but let out an actual laugh at his words. Not only he looked like he was struggling, but his voice confirmed her how emaciated he was. “Well, you, of course.” A blunt reply, the obnoxious smirk never leaving her face. Her eyes flickered slightly as she took notice of the fangs. The undead weren’t her favorite crowd as there was no magic to steal away, and to say she was disappointed would be the understatement of the century. But, for now, she wasn’t scared but rather very amused, despite the repulsive disfigured torso. The faint chatter coming from the other side of the street was a weird contrast to their current situation.  “Rough night, night child?”

Orobas grinned, a feral and stretching smile at her tone. It wasn’t often he was walked up on, laughed at, and also not instantly repulsed. This was why the supernatural should always know one another, they didn’t belong to the world on the other side of this wall. No, they met in alleyways during a war, damaged and grinning. His body groaned in further displacement as he slowly leaned forward towards her smirking face, eyes dancing across the shape of her lips, down the tendon line of her neck with a subtle inhale to the sweet aroma. His arm dropped slowly against his will, weakness a frustrating bolt through his dead chest. “Slayer--” he whispered, a compulsive edge to his tone. “They wanted to cut me in half. Stay still for me-- hmm?” 

Both of Morelia’s eyes squinted as the other leaned in, another laugh escaping her. Vampires were such entitled creatures, thinking they could just swipe in with their godly looks and get their way. This was probably her closest encounter with one, and it would be a lie to say she wasn’t curious, but she wouldn’t budge. Not when she could get something in return. Her own hand found its way to the man’s chin. At least that part of his body wasn’t gruesome, giving her a proper grip. Lampades weren’t really known for being exceptionally strong, but she guessed in the state he was it would be enough to keep his eyes at the same level as hers, ready to use her maddening gaze in case of emergency. “Oh, no no no, honey.” She mumbled, her thumb softly tracing his cold skin, careful to not get it bitten. It was a dangerous game she was playing, and she was loving every single bit of it. “Didn’t your master teach you? Everything has a price.”

Orobas’ lips twitched in glee, though she listened and didn’t move, she was good with her words, and weaved her way into more. He loathed he was in such a weakened state, but equally he didn’t entirely feel in danger. His maker was close by, and Orobas didn’t have qualms about putting his fist into someone’s abdomen. But she was beautiful-- and she seemed to be having fun, and Orobas didn’t actually remember what those things felt like. So caught up in his bloodlust night after night. “My, my. You must be so bored with life,” he nipped at her fingers anyway, wanting just the smallest taste. The lightest nic would cut flesh. “To bother me... what do you want, hmm? Why pay a price, when I take what I want, when I want it? Are you so unfamiliar with that feeling? Do you pay a price to feed?”

Feeling the nibble on her finger made Morelia’s smile widen more, the tracing continuing just to toy with him a little longer, realizing that the temptation was eating him alive. He had a way with words, yet he had been so dumb by asking what she wanted. An unknowing deal like that thrilled her, making her heart pump in her chest in excitement. What a twist of fate, she’d left her hideout for a meal and found a banquet instead. “You should know better than to ask me that.” She mumbled, finally dropping her hand. The desire to ask for a favor in return, binding him perhaps for how long to her was tempting, but the moment the sound of mundane laughter hit her again, the fae had other plans for him. “A drop for a body.” A pause, as she gave it more thought, before fixing her hair so her neck was exposed. “A bite for this whole building turned into a graveyard.”

Without warning. Without a single response less the sinking of his gray, thin skin along the hallowed points of Orobas’ face. The red hue bled from iris into the whites of his eyes. The moment her neck exposed, his jaw unhinged in an unnatural way, teeth elongated and sharpened into fine points. He rushed forward with a feral crunch through the tough skin, muscle, and into the ridgid artery with a pressured hiss as heat and blood pulsed against the diamond sharp incisors. In this position not a drop spilled, not even into his mouth, the suction and draw held still. Here is where it could feel good, as he leaned forward, slipping his leg between her own, wrapped the hand with the dagger around the small of her back and bit down with a gentle grind and sucked. The shift bubbled the blood up from the wound warmly, a careful draw that slipped down his throat. Fae. He hummed, never entirely enjoying anything but human blood. That wasn’t the point was it? He would kill everyone in that tavern and drink his fill. His body healed enough to take the hazed edge of permanent death away from him, and as he pulled back enough to sedate his immediate need and bring strength to his stance. He pulled back only to lick the blood from her neck, nipping the edge of her jaw, until his mouth warm with rare breath whispered into her ear. “I’ll kill them for you.” 

The feeling of teeth tearing the skin of her neck was something Morelia never, not even in her wildest dreams, thought would happen. She was a proud fae, afterall, and being used by another species for a quick snack was a blow to her ego she thought she could never take away. But still, what was a quick sucking next to the flesh of dozens of people? Her own personal rules could be bended for such opportunity, for her own personal buffet. Still, despite her willingness to let him take her, she found herself groaning in pain from the initial bite; but slowly and steadily, a warm feeling washed over her, and she was shocked to realize she was utterly enjoying the situation in more ways than one should, relaxing to the point that her antlers were no longer hidden. The feeling of his hand against her lower back combined with whatever he was doing with his mouth made her let out a soft moan that was quickly muffled by her own hand flying to cover her mouth, embarrassment taking over her. Thankfully, he was done as fast as he had started, but she couldn’t contain the shaky breath that left her parted lips when he whispered in her ear. “Make it entertaining.” She mumbled back, heart racing as if she had run a marathon, before softly pushing him away to fix her hair, covering his marking. “I’ll be watching, night child.”

He leaned forward, slowly-- blood just tinted flush and brushed the softest kiss to her lips. “Hmm--” He stepped back when she pushed him away, taking in her antlers and fallen glamours, the flush, and the racing beat of her heart. Orobas dropped the cloak off his shoulders, his torso healed enough to be put together again, but the gash had ruined his shirt and showed still as a nasty open wound along his entire chest proving just what that slayer had wanted to do to him. His body groaned as it healed, black veins filled with life essence filtering through to reawaken cells, and revitalize his system. Orobas inhaled an unnecessary breath and exhaled as his red eyes reopened to look at her state and grinned. With a flip of his dagger he walked towards the open door. The business was rowdy, a dozen or so people singing and having fun, and Orobas walked into the establishment looking dangerous, without hiding his true face. The swell of panic was immediate, and something exciting crawled under his skin, the scent of fear perminating the space. Some humans grabbed at one another, but a few made to attack him and he grabbed the wrist of the first person, pulling them in to sink his fangs into their throat, he yanked back with his teeth deepin their artery as a gruesome splatter and chunk of flesh dropped with a plop on the ground. The blood sprayed everywhere, almost comically all over him, and the floor. Orobas laughed, blood slipping out between this teeth as the place exploded in screams. “Ah,” he shivered. “That slayer should have killed me-- this will be on her. I’ll make sure her family knows.”

It was fascinating, to say the least, watching how a vampire recovered after consuming some blood. Morelia had a smirk on her face as she mentally traced his black veins, wondering how they would feel under her touch, before giving him a wink and disappearing once more in the shadows to watch her little circus commence. The screaming and panic made her feel whole, and she almost felt like destiny had given her the wrong set of cards by making her a fae instead of a mara. It wasn’t on her books to let other people do the killing for her; finding her own nails filthy with dry blood after a spree was probably one of her disgusting, secret pleasures, but it somehow felt right to watch someone else do it for her. Although she supposed it wasn’t really for her, since he looked pretty into the whole murdering scene. Still, the lampade walked a short two minutes after him, glamour on once more and letting out a laugh as she leaned on the entrance door frame. “So vengeful.” She teased, looking around the room in hopes of feeling the presence of a spellcaster to get her own taste, but sadly all the present were insignificant, magicless humans. Her gaze meet with the eyes of a young woman, and with the appearance of a twisted grin, her eyes flashed bright for a second, making the human scream in fear. If the vampire didn’t slice her throat, her own maddened brain would kill her. “If you’d died, then we wouldn’t be having this amazing first date, hm?”

Orobas chuckled, feeling better, and alive in pleasure as the humans cowered. The word ‘date’ rolled around in his head, clearly not attuned to such a saying. His hand released the body where is collapsed with a hard thud on the ground. Orobas walked forward towards the table, and the people ran on the other side, a few braver screamed at him to ‘stay back! Monster!!’ but Orobas only dragged his blade along the table, carving a long line into it. One frozen in fear near the ground trembled, and Orobas lowered himself, petting their cheek. His gaze bore into her mind, a nudge of compulsion that settled deeply into her mind Pressing his bloody fingerprints into her cheeks and squeezing her face. “Go out in the streets, shout the Park family is to cause for this slaughter. Tell everyone you know it to be true.” She nodded and ran out the door. Without a seconds more delay, Orobas attacked everyone, a scream filled horror show as people tried to climb out of the windows, only to be pulled back inside and meet their end. He was healed afterwards from drinking plenty, though exhausted from the entire night. Standing in the middle of the tavern, surrounded in bodies, his blade dripping to the ground, and his eyes on the other. Orobas grinned, closing his eyes and savoring. “Mhm--”

Morelia found herself watching the scene in deep awe, not doing much to contribute other than moving slightly from the door to let the human run out of it, and a perfectly arched eyebrow was raised in surprise. Letting someone go wasn’t technically part of their deal, but she supposed one body wouldn’t really make a difference when her system could only manage to eat one. And oh, there were tons, her feet moving her through the bloody room until she was sitting on one of the few tables left standing. Had this happened a century later, she would’ve felt like a Harley Quinn meeting her own personal Joker, but for now, she just wanted to take him to the front line so she --- no, so they could continue feasting. But of course, she only stared, letting out a laugh every now and then when someone tried to run away from him, letting him have all the fun he seemed to be having, and all the blood he so desperately needed. Vampires and fae didn’t really mix well together. Once the slaughter was over, Morelia jumped down from her seat, looking down at the nearest corpse. Any would do, but she’d just wait for him to leave to eat. “You did good.” She mumbled, approaching him. She stood next to him, curiosity still radiating from her body as she once more traced her finger over his lips, wondering if he’d try to bite again. “Thank you.”

Did she need such a show? Was this all a little clever fae game? Did she even know that he was immortal and could spend eternity seeking her out again? Orobas didn’t often run into the fae, but he knew enough to always find himself curious about them. “The slayer family’s last name is Park. They will hear about it, learn their daughter died, know I did this as a warning. But if you wish, so wish-- you can chase after her,” he nipped her fingers again, but also grabbed her hand with his, threading this own with hers, and kissed the palm. “In a few days and finish her.” He chuckled at her thank you. “You’re welcome. Tell me your name.” 

“There’s no need for that.” And it was true, despite everything. The last thing Morelia needed right now (or ever) was unwanted attention as it only made it more difficult for her to feed. It was doubtful that the human would remember her face, but paying a visit would only refresh her mind. “I’m sure you’ll cross paths with her again and finish your work.” She laced her fingers with his, mostly to take his mouth away from from her wrist. For some reason, she trusted him enough to share this unexpected intimacy; but she wouldn’t be a fool and let him near her blood again. “Thought you’d never ask. I’m Morelia. What is yours?”

“Orobas--” The name, however, didn’t come from the man in front of her, but the looming presence behind them. The voice filled with concern, jealousy, and frustration, enough to make Orobas chuckle darkly and look over at his maker. The vampire standing there looked to be in their twenties, beautiful with a boyish charm to them and seemed not be phased by the mess. “We’re leaving.” Orobas nodded, “okay--” he left her fingers with one last kiss, before he walked away, waving lightly while he did. “Be seeing you again, Morelia--” 

[turnipoddity]

I wanna thank you for putting Ito back on my dash, but I also wanna inform you that he was over a post with a gifset of Hastur and my brain thought the thought "Hastur but Junji Ito style" and now I know FEAR. (Seriously tough, the whole "Maggots trough the phonelines" bit already SOUNDS like something that would happen in his short stories, now just imagine that but with an insane ammount of detail and crosshatching and facial horror)

OHHH DAMN THAT IS SUCH A GENIUS TAKE.

yea junji would write that bit with the girl in the phoneline with hastur. dayum son

[ziggyfox]

It's tough getting back into the groove of #Inktober. I know it's probably obvious to do a zombie for mindless but I love doing gore textures, and cross-hatching. #art🎨 #fun #crosshatching #ink #instagood #inkdrawing #inktober2019 #sketchbook #inkwash #october #zombie #day2 #inktoberday2 #inktoberprompts #zombiedog #dog #moon https://www.instagram.com/p/B3IeH8DJX-f/?igshid=1cquaohx94qgo

[ikaris-whore]

The Sea Cures All

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: Post-endgame, civilian!Bucky accidentally gets dragged into a dangerous situation and does his best to remain anonymous, leaving Reader to take the lead.

This is for my HBC Summer Meet Cute Partner @beckzorz! I hope you like it. 😬 Surfing Bucky has been something I have wanted to see for a while, so here we goooo.

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Bucky slipped his rash guard over his head and his gloves on his hands before walking out the back of the house he was staying at along the beach of the North Shore. The sun was just rising as he padded across the back deck, and down the stairs while eating a particularly fresh pineapple. His toes hit the cool soft grains of sand, he looked out at the mighty blue sea as he heard the waves lapping up against the shore. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the salt in the air. He had learned in his days since he landed on the island that what everyone told him about the sea was true; it not only healed cuts with salt (not that he needed help with that) but triggered a state of calm and contentment in him. It made him focus only on the present, like his past was washed away as he stood there immersed in the moment. He really needed this after fighting Thanos twice and being snapped for what was apparently five years.

After finishing his morning snack he gathered his hair into a bun as to not get in his way, took his longboard from its place on the side of the deck and started to prep it. Laying it in the sand, digging a hole for his fin to rest safely in, he pulled his pink surf wax out of its container and was assaulted with the sweet tropical smell. He started to work the wax lengthwise, then crosswise creating a crosshatch pattern of wax forming the small bumps he needed in order to keep his traction on the board.

He was doing a once over of his work when the adorable lifeguard showed up for her shift giving him a wave and a smile as she walked past. She had caught his eye the other day, he thought it was endearing the way she distracted the kid, stung by a jelly fish, with her own story about a sea turtle coming up on shore. She called him Crush and they did a handshake when she was all done taking care of him “Fin. Noggin. Duuuude.”

Pleased with his work, he placed his wax back in its container, brushed off his hands, made sure his metal arm was still hidden from view and picked up his board under his arm and walked in to the ocean, hopped on board and paddled out as the smaller waves came at him pushing up on the board to allow the white foam of water to pass between him and his board. He finally reached where he wanted to and assessed the waves as they came in sets and lulls, a steady rhythm as he rocked up and down sitting on his board.

He finally spotted a good wave coming his way, he leaned back on his board and used his legs to turn himself to face the shore. He swiftly laid himself even with the board and used his arms to propel himself forward. Feeling the board being pushed up from behind him by the wave he paddled a few more times a popped himself up into position. He caught the wave no problem and rode it straight into shore. He repeated this process for several hours. As the day went on the waves got bigger and Bucky got braver. He was overly confident, which caused him to miscalculate and he was thrown off his board as the wave he was riding closed in on him.

He was at the mercy of the ocean. He could feel himself being tossed around as the wave curled in on him. He felt a sting on his head as the mighty ocean continued to thrust him into something hard and sharp. Was it coral? A rock? His board? No. not his board, he thought he could still feel the slight tug of it on the leash attached to his ankle. He didn’t have time to think, he just needed to get to the surface. He started reaching around for air, anywhere, he just needed to find daylight and bring himself to the top.

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You were admiring the new surfer from a far as he continued his runs. But then he went under and was taking a while to come up, you could see his board bobbing up and down in the water but he was nowhere in sight.

You jumped up from your stand and grabbed your orange rescue can, blowing your whistle in three short blasts over and over to warn the other lifeguards as you ran towards the water. You jumped in, never taking your eyes off his position, his board still bobbing with the waves. You made it to his board, grabbed the leash and tugged on it. He was still attached, that’s good. You used the leash as a guide to find him, his head popped up, gasping for air just as you were about to dive down to grab him. Following your training you identified yourself “Hello sir, my name is (y/n) I am here to assist you. Do you need help?”

His head whipped around at the sound of your voice, you saw him wince and could see the red liquid making its way between his furrowed brows from his scalp. “Ummm. Uhh.” he stammered. “Do you need my help?” you repeated. Bucky knew he would heal fast, but a civilian would need assistance, he was still trying to blend in, stay anonymous. You stayed close to him as he grabbed a hold of his surfboard to catch his breath. Still no answer.

“I would really like to check you out at the stand if you would let me. Looks like you got quite a cut there on your head, and who knows where else.” You stated as your cheeks turned slightly pink at the mention of you checking him out. Who are you? Pull it together.

His demeanor seemed to change at that, “Uh… sure.” was that a smirk trying to crawl across his face? “I suppose it won’t hurt to get the ole wounds checked.”

“Think you can make it to shore? Hop on your board and I’ll pull you in.”

He did as you said, even though he felt perfectly fine, and helped you by paddling as you pulled him behind you. You both walked up the beach and you invited him to sit at the stand so you could give his injuries a look. First you started on his head after asking him to take his hair down. Your suspicion was right, he hit some coral in his tumble and from the looks of it he shouldn’t have been conscious. It was in there good. You started to remove the pieces of coral you could find and distracted him with questions while you did.  

“Sooo what’s your name?” he replied curtly “James.” Okay, he is going to be a tough cookie to crack.

“You’re not from around here?” he nodded in answer, “So where are you visiting from?”

“New York.”

“You’re a pretty good surfer aside from your little tumble you had. How long you been doing it?” you washed his head wound out, brushing your fingers through his hair. He had a delightful look on his face as you did.

“About a week. Had a lesson or two with a local surf instructor, I pick things up fast.” You stood there mouth agape, nobody you ever met has been that good that fast. “What? Like its hard?” he snarked obviously in reply to the shock on your face as you knelt next to him to remove the coral you saw in his thigh as you both came out of the water.

“What other skills have you acquired this week?” He winced slightly as you dug a little too hard at his leg. “Sorry, this one is deep in there.”

“It’s okay. Doesn’t hurt too bad. Let’s see here I’ve done some scuba diving, paddle boarding, and lots of hiking.”

“Hiking!” Your ears perked up at that as you washed out his wound on his leg. “Where have you gone? Stairway to Heaven yet?” It was a favorite of yours, although illegal.

“It’s on my list. I was actually thinking of going tomorrow.” 

“Make sure you go up the legal way and walk down the stairs, less likely to get in trouble that way.”

“I’m not too worried about that.” He said with confidence, a fine would be worth it to see that view. “But I would love a guide.” His voice cracked nervously on the last words.

Was this his way of asking you out? “Just so happens I am off tomorrow; I can show you the way myself.” You applied some ointment to his wounds and gave him a once over, gave him a curt nod and a pat on the shoulder. “All done, soldier”

“Meet me at my house tomorrow morning? You can lead the way.” He pointed to where he was applying his wax earlier.

“Sounds like a plan, Bucky.” You winked. You had seen the glimmer of his arm when his sleeve crept up his arm as you were rescuing him but finally put it together.

[queenstardust]

3 messages overnight! I will answer them all together, because I assume this is coming from one person? Ferrari by The Neighbourhood -I don’t know the song, but I will listen to it! : )

What's your top 3 of favourite artists?             -Wow, this is a tough one and I don´t think I am able to answer. I’m inspired and I follow so many different artists, from childrens books, over editorial artists, to comic and fine arts, concept design, handlettering and so many amazing artists in animation! Because I’m layouting and sketching my new comic pages right now, I will tell you which  3  4 comic artists I’m looking at for inspiration. Within reach on my table is Hellboy in Hell by Mike Mignola, Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur drawn by Natacha Bustos, Outcast from artist Paul Azaceta and last but not least Hawkeye, drawn by David Aja. They’re all brilliant in storytelling and composition!

Can you describe your artstyle?             -Oh man, another difficult one. I don’t know. I think it’s slowly but constantly changing all the time? I did a lot of still life and portrait drawings as a teen as well as copying Manga panels. I loved basically everything that came from Japan. I spent my time in art school trying to unlearn the Manga style, but I still preferred black&white illustrations over coloured ones. At that time I was inspired by Bernie Wrightson, Edward Gorey and Harry Clarke. I drew so many details and used crosshatching excessively, haha. I said goodbye to my dream of becoming a Manga artist, but I had started to read Marvel Comics and I thought that maybe there´s a future for me in US Comics? I still follow so many Marvel Artists on social media. Lee Garbett owns my heart for Agent of Asgard and I am in awe of Marko Djurdjević’s work on Thor. Just to name a few. I tired to ink with as much details and drama as they did! Now I earn my moneys by drawing storyboards for animation and while I’m still thinking about going into comics, my approach has changed. Due to working in animation, I now think The simpler the better. I try to focus on what´s important and what I need to get the message across and leave out the rest. The artists  I listed in question 2 excel at that. I also follow lot´s of storyboard artists. I try to draw loser and rougher, which is again sort of unlearning what I tried to do before. So yeah, this is where I am heading for right now, until I find a new obsession I guess