#first time drawing dima...

[jugemusequencer]

release him

[hballegro]

since i mentioned him here he is from a couple months ago

versus the first drawing i ever did of him [almost exactly a year ago] that i made exclusively for a phone background

bonus; unfinished sketch from ages ago where i was looking at a screenshot

the beginnings of my screenshot adventures lol. tho this one had the screenshot off to the side and i was copying it, not drawing directly over it

bonus bonus; the hand reference i made for when i drew him smoking, as well as a 2-minute reference for when i wanted to draw him and/or DiMA

can you tell i used to do undertale fanart back in the day.

anyway yeah i can draw this bastard from memory flawlessly now. i cant remember the last time i looked at a reference for him. also that first drawing of him was monumental cause it was the first time drawing this list of things and having them look good:

a dress shoe

a head tilted slightly up

a hat of any kind other than beanie

someone with no hair

a trench coat

a 3d [perspective] background

someone with wrinkles

it was also;

the first time i had drawn someone in 3/4ths since 9th grade and had it LOOK GOOD

needless to say i owe him my life when it comes to doing anything other than paintings

[itsnianom]

I unfortunately don't have the time to draw art for Narkmas 2024 (yet) so I'm posting this fic I wrote for my darling @writertyozzie123's birthday on ao3 to celebrate instead! I hope ya'll enjoy~ Also shoutout to the amazing @alien-bluez for working so hard to put this event together!

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Nick ALWAYS found a way to get under Lark's skin, and he had no idea why. A collection of moments between the two from San Dimas' first soccer practice to Sparrow's wedding day.

OR

Five times Lark ignores his feelings for Nick, plus the one time he doesn't.

[yunaatay]

So, some crazy magnetic storms have been going on in my part of the world, and it's been giving me a major headache for days. My head feels like it's going to explode. I'm so tired and sluggish all the time, and I just want to sleep all day. But I also want to draw, you know? I've been trying to draw, but it just doesn't seem to be working out too well. But hey, at least I'm doing something.

Today, I'm not going to go into details about what I did or how I did it, because I'm just not feeling up for it. Sorry, I really don't have the energy.

I don't like the first cut of Dmitry's appearance… He's boring. Don't hit me. I wanted to draw my vision… but this idea came to me already in the process, because INITIALLY it was a training in drawing opposite colors of the main palette. It remains the same Dima is guessed, of course, but still not particularly similar - but I do not pretend, as they say)))

[dimalink]

Winter room – light snow morning!

Three dimensional scene for today based on winter, winter morning. Sun at winter. Light at winter. And snow. Everything is so white. As DreamCore. Snow. Room. You are walking in a white snow room. And do not understand how you are get here. Now, you are here. Maybe, it is your place. From your memory. But this place from your memory is here now. And it changes.

This is a room. Do you remember this room? And this door? And snow around? Does all these remind you something? And in a far – there are mountains. And wind is blowing. A true winter. And here it is more calm. And not so cold. Almost without wind. It is plains. It is in snow! Maybe, in summer it is a beautiful place! And summer house, countryside house! And, for now, it is all you can see! Room! It is not become yet a country house! And snow plains not become a summer plain! It will happen later! Maybe, you need to visit this place later!

Come to this place later! This snow land will stay like this! And summer awaits you, but later!

First attempt to draw dreamcore about a room. And something a scene. It is so a surreal flight. Or movement in a spectator mode view. As in a computer games, or in a dream.  Or somekind a walk by such kind of places. Ina  games, where you need just walk!

So a light-snow tone. And not so dark or scary, as it can be in a dreamcore or weirdcore pics! And more positive way! Dreamway! Strange! As it is a fragment of interesting dream, sleep memories. But it is so refreshing! And bright morning! Time to wake up! It is a dream experience!

Welcome to luminal space of light snow room! This is entry point! As in C++. You still can go back to this place. As for weekend, relax. Some holiday, resort. In virtual space, luminal space, dream, dreamcore, dream zone, dream experience!

Almost like dreamcast. Cast a dream. About a light snow winter place!

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

WEBSITE: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/home_eng.html ITCHIO: https://dimalink.itch.io/

TUMBLR: https://dimalink.tumblr.com/ BLOGGER: https://dimalinkeng.blogspot.com/ MASTODON: https://mastodon.social/@DimaLink

[amazinglyegg]

Nick tries to explain what trees are to DiMA

+ DiMA's drawing he made after that conversation (Nick's not too good at explaining things...)

Okay now for my silly little headcanons I need to write down before I explode

DiMA has blue eyes so the scientists can differentiate him from the rest of the synths!

I picked blue specifically because his entire Acadia room is blue with all the computers and such, which is a nice contrast to Nick's warm color scheme.

They were both tests to see how personalities would work on gen 2's - Nick being a preset personality and DiMA being left to his own devices to "naturally create" a personality of his own.

A small detail in Detroit: Become Human is that at the beginning of the game ("Waiting for Hank...") Connor sits very stiffly on his chair, but by the end of the game ("Last Chance Connor") he sits casually and a lot more naturally on the table instead

That's how I imagine DiMA to be - very stiff and awkward at first, but starts to mimic those around him (especially Nick) as time goes on

After enough time he starts to pick up on basically everything Nick does. Sighing, drumming his fingers on the table, even his accent!

He was practically a child without the whole "underdeveloped brain" part

So basically an information sponge who asks "why?" every three seconds

Nick found it annoying sometimes, but DiMA was the only person he could talk to so he always caved eventually.

Plus, trying to explain everyday things to him helped keep his mind off their situation.

Like, imagine having to explain to someone what the color purple looks like. Or what a dog looks like when they've never seen any animal except for humans before!

Nick was actually very cold to him at first, and continued to be every time he got his memories wiped and reset, but he would inevitably warm back up to DiMA every time

(except for the few times where he got his memories wiped several times a day, or even several times an hour... which was extremely stressful for both of them)

That being said, Nick's memory wipes were always a traumatic situation for him, and he'd have to re-learn who and where he was every single time

Through trial and error DiMA started to figure out the right way to comfort him and bring him down from any violent outbursts or panic attacks he had

Trying to escape the Institute was almost like a timeloop puzzle in the sense that DiMA had to re-explain everything to Nick and just hope they had enough time to figure something out before Nick got taken away and reset again

On a lighter note, DiMA loves drawing and would try and draw whatever Nick tells him about in the dust on the floor or on the wall - nothing could stop this man from creating art!

He also writes in nearly perfect font because he has perfect hand-eye coordination (and copied the font from the papers the scientists print off)

ALSO tiny detail, he drew his eyes yellow like Nick's because he had never seen his own eyes at that point, and assumed he looked the same as Nick <3

Okay that's enough for now I think!! Hope you enjoyed it!!

[mizuena-dreams]

Vivid BAD Puella Magi

Kohane - a newbie Puella Magi who wished to become someone who could stand beside An as a partner. Though still somewhat timid, she is a surprising force to be reckoned with when fought against in battle. Strangely enough, she has never been scared of witches. Her magic allows her to entrance familiars so that they follow her commands, which she can also do to a lesser extent with animals. Her weapon is a hammer.

Oriana, the muse witch with a meek nature. Having lost her once dear partner, this witch has shrunk into herself until she cannot be found. Now the size of a hamster, she spends her time trying to become strong enough to stand beside her friend again, training against unsuspecting humans who wander into her barrier. If only she could remember who the friend was… To defeat this witch, demonstrate the strength of your partnership with your best friend.

An - a somewhat lonely Puella Magi who has found new life with her partnership with Kohane. Long ago, she wished to always remember the legendary event known as RAD WEEKEND; the event that moved her so much continues to ignite her passion to this day. Due to her wish, her magic allows her to draw out and replay people’s memories, as though standing in the moment once again. She fights with a whip.

Étoile, the chanteuse witch with a reliant nature. Once filled with passion, this witch now spends her days singing eulogies, as if attending a funeral, though whose funeral it is, she cannot say. Though her familiars try to sing with her, she finds them dull and uninspiring, longing for someone who could match her in potential. If one is deemed insufficient, they are quickly eliminated. To defeat this witch, appreciate what you have while you have it.

Akito - a Puella Magi who fights with his best friend. Inspired by the event that he witnessed long ago, he wished for the skills to eventually surpass RAD WEEKEND. Though he is still somewhat insecure with the results of this wish, he continues to pursue his goal with dogged determination alongside his partner. His magic allows him to transform sound into a fiery blaze, and his weapon, oddly, appears to be fireworks.

Elio, the hellhound witch with a tenacious nature. Prone to literally burning himself out, this witch relies on his familiars to reignite himself. Though his goal has been proven impossible, he will continue to chase it until he is satisfied. He never is. He also prone to lashing out as his own familiars, being more likely to attack them than strangers - perhaps he is aware that said familiars may be stronger than him. To defeat this witch, freeze him in place so that he cannot move forward.

Toya - a somewhat stoic Puella Magi who has a strong partnership with Akito. His wish was for his parents would leave him alone, so that he could pursue his own passion of street music. While satisfied with his wish, he questions if it was worth making in the first place, and if it reflects his passion or self at all. Still, he deeply appreciates the time he spends fighting beside Akito. His magic allows him to evade detection, and his weapon is a laser gun.

Dimas, the virtuoso witch with a reserved nature. This witch has no familiars - he has chased them all away, yet the memories just barely linger. Alone in his frozen barrier with an eternal blizzard, he practises music that no longer resonates within him. To defeat this witch, bring along a blazing inferno to ignite him.

[groggy-acorn69]

HAHAHAHA I'M BACK. I had another fic I was working on and I wanted to post smth sooner but I didn't know that tumblr is absolute shit for saving drafts and I lost it after like four days of working on it and proceeded to take around another week to work on this one.. 😭 might rewrite that idea but not for now. Anyways hope you enjoy!

P.S this takes place after the first movie but shortly before the second one

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I Love You, Dude

When Bill woke up on one quiet Saturday morning in San Dimas, it was with a heavy weight curled up into his side. Practically on top of him, his mind supplied as he gained consciousness. Without even opening his eyes he knew what, or more so who, it was

With a hum Bill brings a hand up to gently tangle his fingers through Ted's hair, warmth blooming in his heart when Ted gave a sleepy sigh and burrowed his face further into his boyfriend's neck

Boyfriends

Sometimes Bill couldn't believe that Ted was his boyfriend. Sweet, loving, generous Ted. It made his heart beat wildly every time he thought about Ted being his, and in return he being Ted's In the simple ways of Ted being uncomfortable with physical contact unless it was Bill touching him, even seeking it out from Bill on some occasions

And there's also Bill not letting anyone see inside his sketchbook and often felt uncomfortable himself when people would watch him draw, but not Ted. Ted was always the exception

Sure, there are occasions where Bill would like to be left alone to draw, but more often than not, Bill would sit on Ted's lap and let the other boy wrap his long arms around him, resting his chin on Bill's shoulder as he watched the blonde draw. It's always the quietest and stillest Bill sees the other boy, and it brought a blush to his cheeks and butterflies to his stomach every time he thought about it

Bill gets swept back into reality when he feels Ted moving against him, sluggishly pressing open mouthed kisses to the underside of his jaw while a thumb gently brushes over his bare ribs. It caused a shiver to run through him and, unable to pretend he was sleeping any longer, cracks open a single eye with a chuckle

When Ted seen that Bill was awake his face lit up with a small, still sleepy, smile as he craned his neck to land a proper kiss to Bill's lips in which the blonde happily reciprocated, humming against the other boys lips as a hand came up to gently curl into Ted's hair

They were both content to lay in bed for the time being, it being one of those rare days where they both have a day off from the pretzel stand and with no pressing matters to attend to they were free to laze around the apartment

Bill found himself running a hand up and down Ted's back while humming Mötley Crüe's Without You, rocking his foot to the beat he set in his head

It was then that Bill felt Ted's lips move against his shoulder. Not in a kiss, but Bill thought that Ted was trying to tell him something so he stilled his foot and craned his head so he could look at Ted who all of a sudden had a light blush dusted across his cheeks and was avoiding eye contact

Bill was sure that Ted had just tried to tell him that he loved him because he always got nervous and shy when doing so, even after the two of them had been together for six months already. Just to be sure he pretended to act confused and that he didn't know what Ted said in hopes he could gather his courage and speak louder

“I said I love you, dude”, Ted mumbled just a little bit louder and a soft smile spread over Bill's lips as he pressed a kiss to the top of Ted's head and squeezed him just a little tighter

“I love you too, dude”

[insanostyle1231]

i think the way pafl lyrics are written over the course of the series is kinda interesting, i noticed that in the original PAFL the lyrics are written to point to characters via titles, yura is the loser, katya is the monster and sanya is a friendly baseball bat. the later songs dont use such impersonal phrasing and mainly default to "she" "he" "i" or "you" (in kt's guide to coolness dima was "you" and "he" was yura iirc). the rest of the songs are all narrated by one of the chartacters but the first PAFL song doesnt seem to be narrarated by any one character, its very impersonal and the lyrics using "I" more feel like quotes than real narration. something that somewhat helps that impersonal vibe in the first song is that yukari is used instead of any other voicebank (that might be bc ferry got different voicebanks as time went on but shshghsh shut up its my media analysis and i get to be the one drawing pointless conclusions), each voicebank is usually used for different character's songs, ( iroha= olga, dr temnova/ KYO=yura, nikita, (sergei?)/ yuzuki yukari= anya/ GUMI= katya/ Fukase= Dima/ vflower= sanya) and anya doesnt show up in the first PAFL song at all and theres no typical character association with the first PAFL. what i mean is like umm usually you can tell what character the song is leaned on like occams razor is a yura song and the mill is an olga song. the first PAFL has sanya as it's poster-boy and focuses on mainly yura,kt,sanya.

conclusion is that i think this works really well as an introduction :) its impersonal at first and gets a bit of intrigue going before it throws all the characters' problems at you

[akuma-tenshi]

tell me ur theories abt 100 epitaphs

had to go back to get screenshots bc i felt like i was going insane. so:

at the very beginning, during the lyrics "lay your emotions with them like a mourning wreath", there's a shot of kt's face on a headstone. which makes me believe she may have been terminated at some time during this whole thing and there's going to be a twist where yura gets into the facility with whoever the hell decides to join him only to learn she's been dead this whole time and all this was for nothing

my friend pointed this out when the video first came out but there's a shot of yura during the first chorus where he's surrounded by several mostly-unnamed characters when they say "another apathetic epitaph". iirc he's between kolya and nikita, both of whom are dead, and their faces are shown in frames, likely symbolising those photos that are displayed during funerals. which could very possibly foreshadow yura dying, probably during the mission to save kt.

olga being shown with flowers sprouting out of her does not give me hope for her. this is especially worrying considering the fact that she's shown in occam's razor during the line "but some ventures require a sacrificial lamb" - this could refer to her taking the fall for yura after the whole incident in the zone but it's still concerning. oddly enough i'm less confident in this than in my yura and kt dying theories bc it just doesn't feel like olga would die (wouldn't make sense or be satisfying from a narrative perspective) but it's still possible. if she doesn't die then she's definitely not coming out of this the same

this is not the last we've seen of sergei. this may just be wishful thinking (love that square......) and ik he basically just gave up on sanya. but anyone who's tried to help an especially difficult person will tell you it's not that easy to just let them go, especially considering that he's already done so much for her and still has skin in the game even if he does completely drop his sister (*gestures vaguely at that one drawing of him reading a book on "breaking your girlfriend out of jail" or smthn.... ik it's just a silly joke but i'd be fuckin hyped if we got sergei breaking olga out of prison). something tells me he's going to keep trying to influence things from afar without getting too invested; whether he'll keep trying to help sanya or just focus all his effort on olga, i'm not sure.

sanya is becoming another yura. she's getting more hopeless and desperate, not to save kt but to protect / help yura. she's doing crazier and crazier shit and has managed to stay in contact with him even though sergei tried to stop them from meeting. the shot of her laughing surrounded by candles, the shot of her sitting so nonchalantly against the wall talking to dima, the shot of her standing up to sergei to protect yura... she feels very yuracore and it worries me. also the shot of her strangling her past self, the one that was much more optimistic and bright yet sheltered.. any writer will tell you that having a character literally harm / kill their past self is the number one way of indicating that they're completely cutting off their past and moving on.

this is a very stupid theory but kolya isn't actually dead. he plays way more of a role in 100 epitaphs than he ever did before. and yes nikita has content too but there are just.. so many shots of kolya (the one that stands out most to me is of him sitting in the center of the screen with headphones on). he may not be the same person but like. what if the grinder didn't kill him?? what if he's alive, just far away from all this?? what if he comes back?? changed and injured but still kolya. ((god i hope i'm talking about the right person here if that isn't kolya i'm going to look like such a dumbass))

also the title "100 epitaphs" and the prominent presence of two (supposedly) dead characters.... it doesn't inspire confidence in a lot of these characters' chances of surviving.

sorry if some of this is incoherent or just downright weird, i've been up for a while. but i will always take up an opportunity to rant about this video it's had me positively ill. i was literally fucking shaking while typing this

[fe-fictions]

Okay but now we need to see a story of Dimitri and his boys all fretting over the newest addition to the family 😂 i love picturing them all protective over this tiny baby girl who sticks by her mama most of the time

(I am always a supporter of the Fodlan husbands having big families... first Sylvain and now Dima with his little trio!!! ; A ; )

When his firstborn son was brought into the world, he had initially fretted over hurting the baby by accident. Upon holding him the first time when you insisted he try it…he realized all those fears were for nothing.

The first prince was a strong boy, robust even as a newborn baby. His fears were quickly assuaged.

His second son, born a few years alter, was far softer and quieter than his brother, but was still a healthy and happy baby. Dimitri held even less concern over his secondborn, because he had the experience of being a father and knowing how to handle and raise a son, now.

But then came the third baby. A surprise pregnancy, and one that seemed to be different from your first two. It was a harder pregnancy,  and an even more difficult birth. The reason for this became clear in an instant; you had given birth to the first Blaiddyd princess in generations

Dimitri didn’t know what the hells he was supposed to do with this information.

He’d been stationed outside the delivery room, tending to his two young sons while waiting anxiously for news about his wife and third child.

He never anticipated Mercedes telling him that you gave birth to a healthy baby girl.

And when he was allowed into the room to see you and the baby?

He was just utterly flummozxed.

“B-Byleth…” he stuttered despite himself, nearly stumbling on his way to see you.

You cradled a bundle to your chest; a familiar sight he’d seen twice before.

But this time, there was an even warmer and softer smile on your lips. This time, you were cooing over a little girl.

The Princess of Fodlan.

The fact that those words had even crossed through his mind had made his heart erupt into thundering palpitations.

“Come, Dima…come meet your daughter.”

“I-I…” He trailed off when he finally made it to your side, drawing up a chair to the bedside so that he could sit beside you. “I cvan’t believe it. IMercedes…she said it was a girl. Is it truly…..do we have a daughter?”

‘See for yourself,’ You smiled at him, dawing the blankets back from the newborn’s round little face. “This is indeed your daughter. And she’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”

Dimitri was at a loss for words. She was so very tiny- were her brothers that size when they were born? He recalled them being pudgier, and still wailing even after their mother held them. 

This one…she was snoozing happily, nuzzled into your chest, and she was the cutest, tiniest creature he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Oh…oh, Beloved…she is so very beautiful…” He gasped, on instinct his hand extended to brush the baby’ scheek.

But quickly he remembered himself and withdrew, a great fear coming over his face.

“Is she too beautiful to touch, my love?” You joked, but he shook his head, expression quite grave.

“I fear…she is far too small, Byleth. What if I harm her by accident?”

“You sound like you did when our firstborn was introduced to you.” 

He nodded, the wariness growing. “T-that is because she is so small! Look at her, Byleth! She’s….she’s so much more petite than her brothers were. I-is she not premature/”

“Mercedes told me she’s just a little bit smaller. But both the boys were closed to this size when they were born. Maybe they were a little bit bigger, but-”

“There! You see? She’s far more delicate than them- we must set up her room and update the nursery to be more safe than we ever prepared it previously. We cannot risk her falling to harm with such a tiny frame!”

“Dima, darling, she’s a newborn. She’s going to be fragile no matter what. There’s no reason to treat her any different than the boys; well, aside from her personality. Hopefully she’ll be an easy baby since the delivery was…difficult.”

“Yes…yes, of course.” He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. He brought his arm around your shoulders, drawing you to his chest and pressing a kiss to your temple. “I-I was so stunned by the revelation that we have a daughter, I forgot to extend my deepest congratulations to you. You’ve done well, once again. And I am eternally grateful that you came through another delivery.”

“Heh, thank you.” You giggled softly, always amused by his sincerity. He spoke as if you’d completed a mission you could’ve trained for, rather than suffering through a long and hard birth.

“I am so proud of you. Thank you for giving us another beautiful child…and a daughter, no less.” He beamed at you, stroking your hair tenderly. “You never fail to surprise me, even after all these years.”

“Maybe next time I’ll switch it up with twins.”

“Beloved, please,” He laughed nervously, “I do not believe that’s something either of us have control over…nor is it something we should be worrying about when we have a newborn to take care of.”

“Fair enough.” You settled back into the pillows, offering the girl for him to hold. “Do you want to greet your daughter properly?”

“If…if you think it’s all right.” He replied carefully, going rigid when the little bundle was passed into his hands.

She was so tiny, she didn’t even fit in space from the crook of his arm to his wrist.

And his heart was filled with love, overwhelmed with the thought that this delicate, beautiful little girl was his daughter. Her tiny breaths were so sweet,cradled close to her father’s chest.

Dimitri was fighting the desire to cry right there- now was no time to cry. Certainly not while he had two young princes waiting to see their mother.

“Should I fetch the boys? I know they were waiting to see their mother. But if you’d rather enjoy the peace and quiet a little while longer, we don’t have to.”

“No, I think that’s a great idea. I’m sure they’ll be just as surprised to meet their new sister.”

Dimitri nodded, carefully returning the newborn to your arms.

He wasted no tie getting to the doors, informing the nursemaids that the young princes could join them. They needed to meet their new little sibling, after all.

The pair scampered in, eyes sparkling with excitement. Dimitri watched after them when they hurried past, all but racing to their mother’s bedside.

“Mama! You did it!” 

“Can we see him? Can I hold him?”

“Certainly, “You chuckled, shifting so that the boys could see the bundle in your ahnds. “MikhaelMikhail, Eisner…meet your new baby sister.”

The boys gasped, eyes wide in shock when they realized that pudgy, pink little thing you were holding wasn’t a new brother at all- but it was their sister.

“Mama…Mama!!!”

“Yes, Eisner?”

Your youngest son gulped, jabbing a finger at his sister’s round face. “She’s a girl!!!”

Dimitri and you both laughed. 

“Yes, she is, my love.” You tousled his hair, “Isn’t she cute?”

“She’s real pink,” Mikhail observed, “Is she supposed to be that pink?”

“You and your little brother looked the very same when you were born, you know. Perhaps even rosier.” Dimitri replied, beaming at his adorable sons who were currently obsessing over their sister.

“Were we that tiny, too?” Eisner piped up again, putting a testing hand on the blankets she snoozed in. 

“She’s actually a little bit smaller than you two were. She’s the littlest of the three of you, from what I recall.”

“Which means you’ll need to take special care of your sister to make sure she grows up big and strong, like you two.”

“How do we do that, Papa?” Mikhail asked, wriggling his way onto the bed so he could also put a curious hand on the little girl.

“Well, for starters, you can help your mother by holding the baby when she needs to rest. You can play with her, and read to her…and when she’s ready for a bottle, you can also make sure she gets fed.”

“Ooh- if we can play with her, does that mean we get to fight with her too? If we start training her now, she’ll be super strong when she’s our age, right?”

“I’m afraid she won’t be able to pick up a blade for a while, son, let alone a toy dagger. The most she’ll be able to hold is your finger, perhaps.” Dimitri mused, motioning for Mikhail to give it a try.

Carefully, your eldest reached forward, finding the teeny tiny hand that wasn’t bundled away, and pressed his fingers into her palm. Almost instantly hers wrapped around them, eliciting an excited gasp from her big brother.

“Oh!! She did! She’s holding my hand, Papa!!”

“Good job.” You said with a smile that suggested all the happiness in the world was filling your heart right then and there.

After a little more time passed, the visit had to come to an end. The queen and princess did need their rest, and you were in need of a change of dress while the bedsheets and blankets were cleaned and refreshed.

Dimitri took his sons out for a delightful dinner and their favorite desserts, as a treat for being such sweet big brothers.

Of course, in the brief time they were apart from you, they formed a pact, vowing to protect the little princess from any and all harm. 

And said pact was extremely effective, until her Crest of Blaiddyd activated and her strength rivaled that of her adult father…at the age of five.

Needless to say, the addition of your little girl was a welcome and ever-exciting surprise for your growing family.

[kaseyskat]

the other day i wrote a little smth as a warm up that is based mostly on musings i associate with @officialgleamstar (thank u travvy ily) and i have decided against my better judgement to post it! for funsies

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Taylor’s mom bought the house.

It was a gift to them, after Normal had studied and studied to learn a spell that could regrow her disintegrated hand and after the near end of the world left them far too behind in their schooling to catch up. A safe place: they didn’t have to live there, but Link stayed there as he slowly mended the relationship with his dad, and sometimes Taylor would come for solitude, and sometimes Normal would visit just to get away from his family.

And Scary? Well.

After her stepdad’s death, she hadn’t gone back home. How could she? Her relationship with her mother was irreparably destroyed, torn to shreds and left a bleeding corpse. It was hard enough to call her when all was said and done, hands trembling as she tried to explain the craziness of the world.

She loves her mother. Her mother doesn’t deserve this: a heart broken twice over, the death of her husband and subsequent death of the daughter she knew. No, it was easier for Scary to go to Normal’s dad and beg him to use magic to wipe her mother’s memory, to give her a chance to start again.

She hopes that she’s happy, somewhere, somehow. It would make everything worth it.

Hermie stays with her at the new house most often. He, too, couldn’t go back home to his adopted parents after everything, not with how long he’s been gone, the truth of his heritage revealed. Despite it, Scary almost doesn’t mind: she likes the company, surprisingly enough.

Hermie’s mellowed out over the years. Now, at eighteen, she’s been working on her GED just like Scary has, wanting to fly over the world and audition at different colleges. I still think it’d be neat to get on Broadway, they had confessed to Scary once, when the dark of the night had been heavy and oppressive and all they could do was sit on the porch and share a blunt. Feels like a silly goal after the end of the world, though.

When they’re not trying so hard, he’s actually kind of a neat person. Scary finds his company endearing.

They never had gotten their marriage annulled. It was pointless: Taylor’s dad, for all his charms, was legally dead after disappearing when Taylor was a kid, and it would just be too much effort. Scary doesn’t think she minds, even if she hadn’t technically consented to the marriage in the first place.

Tonight, though, Normal is the one visiting. She finds him sitting in the living area, curled up in the pillows, staring wistfully at the TV screen when she comes down the stairs to make herself dinner.

“Hey, Norm,” she greets, softly, watching the way his gaze flickers to her and back again. “What’s wrong?”

“Hi, Terri,” Normal mumbles, and he shifts around a little bit, leaving just enough space for Scary to squeeze in next to him, drawing him into her arms. He goes willingly, pliant against her chest, shivering.

His hair has grown out into a wild mess of curls that he’s braided loosely. It’s cute. He’s cute, although Scary would never admit so out loud.

“Mom’s made some progress with Margaret,” he explains, his tone muffled as Scary starts to work on unbraiding his hair– as it is, it’s half fallen out, and will only make it harder to sleep later, she knows the pain pretty well. “But with Dad spending so much time with my grandparents… I don’t know. It just gives me the creeps. Is that bad?”

“If you want me to tell you you’re not a bad person, you’ve come to the wrong gal,” Scary snorts. “I’m glad to see you though. Feels like it’s been forever since you came to visit last.”

“I might stay for a few days this time. At least until Dad gets back. She told me that she’d be finding an apartment when she came back to San Dimas, so I won’t have to deal with Margaret smiling at me all the time.” Normal shudders, and he makes a quiet whimpering sound as Scary’s fingers brush a little too close to his neck.

“Stay as long as you want, seriously,” Scary tells him. “Hermie’s been practicing monologues at me again, and let me tell you, I did not miss the method acting one bit.”

Normal laughs at that, and then they fall quiet.

For some reason, he’s the easiest one to deal with, in the aftermath of it all. Link is just… angry at the world, and all the sweet charm that had attracted Scary to him in the first place is gone, replaced with a quiet frustration. Oh, he’s still the loyal teddy bear to them and the others, but even as he repairs things with Grant…

…he hasn’t been the same, after it all.

Then again, had any of them? Scary thinks if she told her younger self that one day she’d be here, living in an extravagant house paid by a famous voice actress, holding Normal Oak in the closest facsimile to a relationship she’s ever had… well, she’d think it was a crazy fever dream, for sure.

It’s nice. Scary’s had the concept of family broken and plastered with glue and duck-tape and then broken again, but somehow she’s found it, and she’s found it here: playing with Normal’s hair, twisting the curls in her fingers now that it’s freed from its constraints, his head tucked into her chest, body pliant against hers.

It’s the closest thing to love that she has, and by the Gods Above, she’s going to take it.

“Norm, I can feel you falling asleep against me,” she finally says, snickering with amusement at the way Normal only hums in response. “Do you wanna change first? Or at least go upstairs?”

“I’m already comfy right here,” he replies, the pout evident in his tone, and to punctuate it, he nuzzles further into her chest, nudging Scary backwards until she’s comfy herself against the arm of the couch, Normal crumpled in her arms. Here, their legs are intertwined, and she can still play with his hair, and the blankets they keep on the couch for this specific reason are all tangled around them.

“You’re gonna have to deal with my backache tomorrow,” she warns, but she can’t keep the smile out of her tone, and she hesitates, and then commits, leaning in to press a kiss to Normal’s forehead. “Get some rest, dork. I’ll get Hermie to make us pancakes in the morning.”

“Hermie’s pancakes suck,” Normal huffs, but as his breath evens out, Scary just smiles again.

It’s not what she pictured for herself, sure, but in this moment? There’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

[cadaverdolls]

Hehe hoho

Plushie gun time, todays victim is @1am-yan

Dima, chose him because I’ve been doing so many characters with TFs that I wanted to do something different!

Did this at like midnight so didn’t go super crazy with details. Felt the more simple style looked best for this anyway.

Doll break down below.

This jellyfish kind of wolf cut look. Doll hair might be best for it? Yarn based hair maybe since it needs fluff? Issue is that yarn doll hair is something I’ve only seen for custom dolls like monster high. Hard plastic dolls. Never seen cotton doll makers use anything but the silky stuff. Maybe using medium fur for the long hair part and most of the scalp, since the bangs can be embroidered on and I think the flat look would be good I’d recommend the bangs being short fur if possible. A separate bang piece (something I’ve talked about in past post) isn’t uncommon but the bangs are usually embroidered on while loose hair (like the little tuffs overlapping the ears or the long back hair) is cut out of fabric and kind of made like a sock. So you get fluff on both sides. Hair in general is a difficult topic since there are lots of factors to be considered when trying to make it look it’s best. Piercing, my last post before this explains the ear stuff but I’ve never discussed face piercing. First option, embroidery. Second, request the manufacturer to sew on a bead or small button (you can do this yourself if you wish). Third, puffy paint made for fabric. All depends on your preference on you how want it to look and feel in the end. Clothes as usual can be custom made (usually 60 dollars or more depending) or by premade sets (30-20 dollars). Also something I never mentioned in the past, custom blushing for your fabric is not guarantied. The base fabric may come with a preset blush and very few skin tone options so you should ask the maker questions on things that matter for your custom if they don’t answer/show it clearly in their listing/commission details.

Drawing wise, I’m a bit brain cell shut down right now so I won’t be doing this part of the break down today. Just ending it with saying, I’m feeling good about it.

[velven1th]

Dimitra "Dima" Solene

A traveling tattooist. A healer. A folklorist. Dima wandered, like Lucian did in his middle years. But with purpose. She collected stories, learned rituals, studied marks of the divine. Half-blind and twice as stubborn as any mortal could ever have the right to be. Dima was the kind of woman who lit candles for saints and demons alike, just in case one of them felt like listening. She spoke in riddles, sang to the sea, knew how to pull pain out of flesh with a needle and ink. She wasn't afraid of monsters because she'd nursed too many of them back to life.

She found him bleeding on a church floor in Marseille. One of those old abandoned places where creatures like him went to speak to a higher power that had never believed in him in the first place, never gave him the grace to exist anywhere but in between. He was worn, lost between hungers, and his iridescent blood pooled before she stepped over the altar like it wasn't sacred.

"If you're going to die, let me draw something pretty on you first."

He didn't die. He left with a brand over his ribs in her hand-carved ink, something ancient. Something binding. Neither of them spoke about it, about what it meant. Luc never bothered getting close enough to the question to really know.

But how it burned whenever he lied.

Dima never asked him to be good when their paths crossed time, and time again. Just to be honest. She didn't want to save him, she just wanted to witness him in that fragile moment where he wanted to make a deal for it to be over. That changed him. She gave him language for things he thought were only teeth and rot. Introduced him to stories that didn't end in fire, in loss. Taught him how to hold pain without becoming it.

She knew exactly what he was. Never once did she flinch. Only asked him: "Do you know what you could be if you stopped running from it?"

Lucian can't tell you where she is now, or if she's still alive. But he still carries her sigil. Sometimes, in his worst moments, in the ones where his fragility is real, and the glamour slips, making him face himself.... He can hear her. Words she told him after she'd found him that day:

"Even beasts deserve beauty, Lucian. Even you."

[randomx123]

Draw your Squad like this

Here's my main 5 OC's:

My first time showing my OC's

(Left to Right) Dimas, Styrm, Padma, Hina, Oure

[dimalink]

Wonders - Travel to undiscovered

Pixel art for today based on videogame Dark Ages volume 1 prince of destiny for computer system PC MS Dos. Before our eyes, some fantasy adventure. And this is main hero runs somewhere forward. He is crawling through the forest and field. Bridge. Water. Everything is so different. And fantasy. Ahead -it is magic and spells! Time of fantasy. Or somewhere near, is it a Jill from Jungle? A little looks similar.

Abd this is my drawing based on Dark Ages (Ms Dos). It is lost a crystal of time.   And brave traveler is going to bring it back. He need to go through forest of wonders. It is first obstacle. And there – to find a hatch of a Witch. To ask him – what place to go next. Witch will need to look at foggy ball. His house at the edge of the forest. In a swamp and a fog.

Next, there are different places. They are mountains.  Turns of wonder. Or sand. Sand of world creation. There are legends. That world was created from sand and time. And labyrinth of time. Which shows a beam at the stars and the moon. But this is very far away from here. Lets have a hope, that crystal is near. In a forest or swamp.

This looks like arcade. Maybe not fast. And, with elements of role playing like Zeliard. Or like fantasy quests by Sierra. Kings Quest. Or Quest for Glory. Which were with VGA graphics or EGA. It is only good to train programming! And it will be possible lots of stuff!

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

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