#have had this sketch in my wip folder for a while now

[theangrycomet-art]

Pokeani Rainbow Rocket: Team Flare

Admin Clemont Cyronic

latest addition to Team Flare

Xerosic's assistant

E(ssentia) Visor is to remain screwed in place at all times

Do NOT leave unattended with Electric Types

has demonstrated tendency to attempt self-electrocution

Job: Monitoring Weapon AK-gnj and keeping them in check

Team Flare's newest Scientist if the Pokeani wasn't a Coward and gave us the Rainbow Rocket arc in Alola

[omaano]

As I've gathered Star Wars is about shipping people with a good couple of hours of shut eye, possibly in a pile. Mandatory naps seem to be like a good idea for the Galaxy as a whole

I'm a little bummed that I could only get my sketch to this stage, but there were too many legs and hands in this picture and the deadline of BobaDinLuke Day coming up could only motivate me so much ^^;

[sophiebernadotte]

WIP Wednesday (but on a Thursday)

Thanks for the tag, @queen-of-boops! The only thing I've written this past week is course assignments plus policy for WikiNarnia, which I think is of no interest to anyone. However, to be a good sport, I can share a snippet from my WIP folder.

So far, no bombshell had managed to click - despite their best effort, and he was sure more than one had really tried to force it. He could tell they found him boring, sweet but ultimately boring, rather quickly and while most of them were nice and he wished the best for them, he knew that they knew that picking him was the safe option. Maybe that was rude or naïve, but he didn't like that type of shallowness. The act of pretending to be interested and going for him - the guy cursed to stay in friendship couples - when everyone knew he was the easy target, the strategic choice. Oh, and Casa Amor didn’t result in anything either. Though that was no surprise to anyone, see the above statement. He just wanted someone to go for him, not because he was a one-way ticket into the Love Island villa... Quite frankly, everything summarised, he wondered how he hadn't been dumped already. Surely the public would be bored with him at this point?

Now, that's from a first draft - we're still only on the ✨vibes✨ & sketching part 👀

I'm tagging @silverhallow & @bridgertonbabe to share a snippet from their WIP (if they have any & want to)

[lucius-the-sinful]

WIP Whenever

I was not tagged but I wanted to share some sketches and possibly writing as I come out of my mini hiatus. You know, to make me feel like I accomplished something.

My next D&D character, Kaleo (they/them)! I have decided my friendship has ended with elves, tieflings are my new favorite. They're a warlock/barbarian and its going to be a western themed setting. They have a crow familiar and they're patron is a bard devil. Think devil went down to georgia meets raphael baldur's gate 3 but also non binary.

I've had this one in my wip folder for about four months. Surprise, surprise, Zafir and his sword. not sure if this one will ever be finished but I love the composition of it so maybe some day.

Shadowheart doing Draven's eyeshadow meme. Sometimes I try way too hard with my sketches I should stop doing that.

Some writing now:

The pair were silent as they drank in the scene. Helvia kneeled down, placing her hand against the earth and closing her eyes. Green tendrils of magic swirled around her hand and seeped into the ground below. She retracted her hand. “It was difficult for the land to bounce back,” Helvia murmured. “Magical fire burns differently than natural fire.”  “Yet, nature still persists,” Zafir glanced around the grove.  “Yes, it just needs a little help.” Helvia kneeled, her hands reconnecting to the earth. She began to chant in the druidic language. The tendrils spread from her fingers and throughout the entire grove. It shimmered, then sunk into every living plant and non-living rock and hollow, dead tree. As her spell ended, the glow faded. Nothing changed immediately visually, but even Zafir could feel the change in the atmosphere. The grip of death loosened, and wounds of the land were closed. Hope sprung anew, and the sun would smile upon the forest again. “Shouldn't be long now, it will bounce back much stronger than before.” Helvia stood and walked to the center of the foundation, Zafir followed.   He remembered where each of the rooms were in her quaint lodge, he could see her tending to her herbs in the kitchen, and Avren running around outside. He yearned again for that life, however brief it was twenty years gone. “What I would give to have it back.” Zafir murmured.  Helvia stepped closer to him. “You have already surrendered enough, my heart,” she placed her hands on his cheeks, and searched his golden eyes. “Let me mend this.”

Something I've been chipping away at as an epilogue to the previous D&D campaign.

As the elevation hiked, the ground became invisible under the piles of snow. The sulfur fields of Eastmarch came into view, and Lazarus was hit with the rotten smell. It reminded him of some areas in Morrowind, and while his nose recoiled at the stench, his gut twisted at the reminder he was far from home. “We’re not too far from Windhelm now, we should reach it by sunfall,” Kaidan called out, his anxiety leaking into his voice.  Lazarus sent him an annoyed glance. “What has you so nervous?” He asked, despite knowing the answer.  Kaidan returned a similar look. “Have you traveled through Skyrim, ever? She isn’t always pleasant breezes and calm skies.”  “No, I was going to pick up a map in Riften if the damned Thalmor hadn’t stopped me,” Lazarus sighed. The breeze turned into a wind that cut through Lazarus’ robes. It was a cold that penetrated the bone, and Lazarus found himself shivering. Kaidan picked up the pace, falling next to his companion.  “I should have known,” Kaidan muttered. He unclipped his cloak and threw it over Lazarus’ shoulders. “It won’t warm you up any faster, but it will stop the wind from cuttin through ya.”  Part of Lazarus recoiled at the gesture, and wanted to shrug the ragged thing off. The other, sensible part was relieved Kaidan wouldn’t let him freeze to death. He decided to listen to the latter, and tugged the cloak tighter around his shoulders, he put his hood up. "Thanks, sera," He murmured.

From my next fic, Call in the Wind. Lazarus being stubborn. What else.

[haloburns]

WIP game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DND campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Tagged by @deathcomes4u

okay, this feels like a call out post alskdjfldsjf i'm only doing DP again because since the last time i did this in april?? my wip count has grown exponentially and that's already too much. (literally i think i did this in april and i only had like 29??) i'm gonna split it between au series and non au series stuff because i do have other ideas!! i just never write them

the world is having more fun than me (tonight) wips

we're going in chronological order because that's how i have them organized

mateo's jealous of tony - literally exactly what it sounds like. i was rereading "college is a time of firsts" and i wanted to expand on that because honestly i didn't pay enough attention to it at the time, and i think mateo deserves to be a little jealous, as a treat

morning adrenaline rush - a scrapped chapter from "i'm not okay (i promise" that i think works as a standalone. i'm just polishing it up at this point

cape - stupid fucking work that i haven't named and i can't seem to fucking write. it's supposed to be right before "longer than the song of the whippoorwill" to provide some context but i haven't written it!! so it wallows

quit telling everyone i'm (permanently) dead! - working on the last chapter after invisobang

INVISOBANG - i can't wait to share this one 😈

by all means, i'm getting mad (that don't mean i don't feel sorry for you) - danny visits dan in prison and things are fun and not at all angsty!

intermediary winter break fic & ectober 14 - literally what it says. ectober 14 i think is the one where i have nikau arrange a ringtone for danny and it's the show's theme

heaven's grief brings hell's reign - more smut! this time with even more angst! this is the end of the [invisobang] arc.

clockwork post IB fic - i want to write out some clockwork stuff as a "prequel" to IB, but it's gonna go after, i tihnk. timey wimey stuff.

mateo post IB fic - i have a scene i want to write from mateo's pov that i don't have time or space for in IB, so it's going here, probably!

first date fic - spring semester! new arc! danny and mateo are going out on their "first" date to the boardwalk and their friends are being more emo about it than they are (might become rated E, not sure yet)

big date fic - a series of dates i wanted danny to go on with tony before i deicded tony was a shitty person and these are better dates with mateo anyway. will probably write them all in the same work but then mark where they go in the timeline in each chapter

mateo gets interrogated by vanessa - this one has IB spoilers but it's gonna be fun. they're relationship is gonna develop nicely

you're the best thing to happen to me - a oneshot i wrote on tumblr a while back that i'm gonna polish up and post

sin francisco - i want to finish this SO BAD but IB has taken every brain cell i have

fishin' in the dark - mateo comes to amity for their first summer together and danny shows him what it's like to be a kid out in the middle of nowhere. bonfire party turns into skinny dippin, all set to nitty gritty's fishin in the dark.

anything you say can and will be held against you (so only say my name) - another smutty fic, this time it's pure smut. dunno where it goes yet, mostly because i just have the smut, i don't have the story around it built yet, but it lives here for now

with every sin i still wanna be holy - dan realizing he's tired being shitty and alone, and he would like to be a better person now pls. (also known as dan goes to therapy)

the weight of living - another dan centric fic where he gets out on parole and immediately starts causing problems for the specter squad. he's doesn't remember what it's like to live as a human, let alone a halfa, so there are some growing pains. angsty and comedic

jr/sr antics - a catch all for the last two years of their school. atm i think there's a couple of funny snippets that are now anachronistic because of IB things, but thats it

danny and mateo coreplay - uhhhhh i don't have an explanation for this one except blame the server

so shall it be - the beginning of the once more with feeling arc. angsty. sad. heartbreaking.

once more with feeling - emrys accidentally makes a wish and now the whole campus is stuck in a musical - and danny and mateo aren't handling it well

where do we go from here? - the end of the once more with feeling arc. angstier. sadder. heartbreaking-er.

here comes goodbye - the actual end of the once more with feeling arc and a recent addition. graduation! but make it heartwrenchingly sad!

hey there, shadow - the beginning of the kneel to the crown arc. smut. the kneel to the crown arc is basically just smut. i can't explain it, i don't make the rules.

misery loves my company - this may be a standalone or it may be part of "hey there, shadow" i haven't decided, but spectra gets her claws in mateo

my wish for you - danny makes a stupid wish and mateo suffers th econsequences - and when he finds out? he's livid. he and danny work out their anger. in ways. >.>

kneel to the crown - the culmination of the series that has too many spoilers so i can't even tell you what's in it. but it's a rom com. and it'll be great.

ghost king danny welcomes mom home - a phic phight fill i never finsihed that i want to work on

[anachronistic atm] - a series of friend date fics that mirror "such a big, big world" where danny spends time with the squad and i get mroe time to develop them

[anachronistic atm] - the haunt - sam wasn't kidding about opening a bronze style club in amity. that's all i've got so far, but i'll come up with something soon i think

non series au wips

danny grave fic or j13 origin - based on the song "johnny" by american murder song, it's either a "danny had to bury his body" fic or a johnny 13 origin fic, which i've already kinda started

danny stripper identity reveal fic - gray ghost fic, exactly what it sounds like lmao

dp as syfy's alice - this is based on this post by dreamwraith, actually, about the fallout from reign storm and the weird ambiguity of who was supposed to be king after. vlad takes it for himself (making him the queen of hearts) and the asserts his hold on the world, taking maddie as his king of hearts, making Jack the Carpenter... i have the whole character list written out now. it was originally gonna be everlasting trio but now i'm thinking it'd be a nice pitch pearl au. phantom as hatter?? sign me the fuck up

floral collab - paulina brings blood blossoms to class and danny's reaction causes him to reveal himself. one of a few reveal fics i have that i've just never finished

perfect - an angsty fic based on the song perfect by simple plan. i have a fic already titled after this song, but i want a truly angsty one where danny's reveal to his parents doesn't go so well...pitch pearl

tuck everlasting au - FUCK am i so excited to work on it. dark ages raised immortal phantom, plucky and naive danny, a tragic lovestory... i need invisobang to be over so i can work on this NOW

primeval crossover - british tv show from the same era as DP, deals with anomalies in time that bring them dinosaurs. the anomalies are actually portals in this au and the villain from primeval is the big bad danny was chasing that landed him and team phantom in london surrounded by men in black pointing guns at them. probably gonna be everlasting trio, which is new for me! i have dynamics written out, but that's about it

TUE but it happens bc danny says fuck - mostly crack but kinda wanna write it...

ghost light stripper au - danny is a stripper in this one and the specter squad takes mateo out for his birthday. pretty sure the plan is for this one to end in a one night stand that has them both addicted and suddenly they're kind of but not really dating while their friends just stare at the ceiling and pray for a braincell

ghost light ABO au - this one is also the servers fault. no i will not be taking questions at this time

in the shadow of your heart - my ghost light atlantis au 💖 it's already started and been posted, but i had to stop working on it for invisobang. i can't wait to get to work on it again. i've done so much work to make it logical to find the ghost zone and keep the atlantis bit of the au still close, it's gonna be great, promise

and they were history project partners UFS version - i wanted to turn one of my series au phic phight prompts into a UFS version because ti was there and if i hadn't already decided it was part of my au, i would've gone full fledged. (this one is red's fault 💖)

i'm not tagging 44 people, sorry, lmao but i will tag some of my favorite people 💖

@dreamwraith @cheezygoddess @pennerjones @i-think-in-metaphors @ectoplasmicsoda @redead-red @jadenoryuu @floralflowerpower

also u guys should totally send me asks about these because i love talking about my writing and i feel like i haven't gotten a chance lately with non-IB stuff 👀

[frozensoapbubble]

No real WIP, but a rediscovered Pixane scene

I was tagged by @fabrowrites to do a WIP challenge!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. This isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Now, first of all I'm extremely bad at tagging (kinda reluctant to impose myself on people who've never heard of me because I'm usually so quiet here), so I've decided that whoever happens to see this post, just go for it and join the challenge (and feel free to tag me)!

Second, I checked my folders and realized I've got various files with a mix of disconnected scenes, fragments, summaries, meta ramblings, even sketch titles, but hardly any of them can be called a WIP that I intend to finish. They have names like "Silly", "Fragments", "Ways to get a kiss", and "Sketch ideas" ...

But ...

... I also found an interesting Pixane scene, set shortly after Seabound, and when I started perusing it, one sentence leapt out at me: “You have downregulated large parts of your emotional circuits, haven’t you?”

Ouch. I wrote this literally months before we got a Crystalized trailer or any other leaked content, so my scene is playing out differently than what we now know happened in canon. But I'm just putting it out here for all the Pixane stans who would have liked to see a bit more internal conflict with regards to that emotion regulation thing than what the writers cared to acknowledge on screen.

Functional

Post-Seabound, Hurt/Little Comfort, 837 words

The monastery was quiet when the two nindroids walked down the hallway; quiet except for some faint noises coming from Lloyd’s room. He had hardly appeared outside since Nya’s memorial and avoided to go back to his usual training routine. Instead, the green ninja had taken to tinkering with an old jukebox and tested it with a record that Cole had once bought on a whim, because it reminded him of old times and the moments when Zane had used his funny switch.

“HELLO, MY BABY. Hello, my honey …” the jukebox suddenly blared, making both Zane and Pixal jump. They heard Kai swearing in the next room, while Lloyd muttered an apology and hastened to switch the offensive music off.

“He mentioned that the volume control gets stuck easily,” Pixal said stoically.

Zane nodded. “I’ve noticed.”

His voice was as calm as hers. They entered his room, and she gave him a sideways glance when she closed the door behind them.

“It doesn’t seem to bother you.” She turned round fully and looked into his eyes. “You have downregulated large parts of your emotional circuits, haven’t you?”

“I …” He dropped his gaze. “Yes. I have.”

“I understand. Me too. I’ve done it before.” She paused and looked at him, a hint of fondness appearing on her face as if she dimly remembered the feelings she used to have for him.

He automatically took a step closer to cup her face with his hands, but pulled away when he felt the coldness of her skin. His hands were cold, too. Everything was cold. He had numbed the pain and the grief, but he couldn’t feel anything else, either. Touching her skin was supposed to elicit a reaction in him, to make him feel warm, and happy, and confident. It didn’t.

He turned away. Perhaps they were better off like this.

“I promised Jay to take him down to the sea tomorrow,” he said with a slight shrug. “I … I cannot do that if I feel too human.”

“I know. I was with Kai the other day. He needed assistance repairing his bike, not someone whose voice would glitch and whose hands would tremble whenever we’d use one of Nya’s tools.”

Zane looked up and decided to make another attempt. He gently took his companion’s hand. It was as cold as his, but at least the cold was better than the emptiness. He didn’t quite know how she felt about it. At any rate, she didn’t pull back.

All of a sudden, the music started again.

“HELLO, MY RAGTIME GAL. Send me a …” This time, they heard Cole angrily knocking on the wall as well, and the music immediately broke off.

“A kiss,” Zane whispered, his eyes fixed on the floor.

“Yes,” Pixal said quietly. “But you know it won’t feel like … it should. Not unless …”

She did not finish the sentence.

“Unless we reactivate our emotions.”

She nodded.

He gave her a quick glance. “If you feel like … allowing yourself to cry,” he said slowly, “I wouldn’t mind. Don’t be ashamed of it.”

There was a silence.

“Just tonight.”

“Yes, just tonight. Tomorrow we will be droids again.”

She hesitated, and then suddenly wrapped her arms around him. He didn’t know whether it was her body or his that began shaking, whether the stifled sobs came from his throat or hers. He held her so close they both had difficulty to breathe, but she didn’t seem to mind. She clung to him and hid her face in the crook of his neck, and he silently sobbed into her hair. It took minutes before either of them regained a little self-control. Finally, he loosened his embrace a little and tilted his head back to look at her.

“It’s bad, isn’t it.”

“Yes,” she said simply. “I cannot imagine what our human friends go through.”

He nodded without making an attempt to smile. “They must find their own way to cope. We cannot advise them. Grief is individual.”

“But we can be there for them anyway,” she replied.

“Oh yes, we will. That is what we were designed for.”

He ran a hand through her disheveled hair and tucked a silver strand behind her ear. “But tonight is about us.”

She raised her hand, and he closed his eyes when she gently touched his face. “May I?”

This time, a little smile accompanied his nod. She stood on tiptoes and gently brushed her lips against his cold cheek. Before he could return the affectionate gesture, a heavy clank, followed by Lloyd’s angry outcry, disturbed the silence of the monastery once more. A door banged open, and Jay was heard screaming at the top of his voice, hysterically demanding everyone to be silent and respect the needs of those who happened to be grieving, thank you very much.

The nindroids looked at each other.

“They need us,” Zane stated, his expression becoming blank again.

Pixal nodded, emotionless, and opened the door.

“They need us functional.”

[fuchstastisch]

WIP Challenge

Rules: "post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!"

I found so many things I didn't even remembered anymore while looking through my files. xD So thanks for that @elfsedan.

But I had to leave out some really short texts because I didn't knew what I was aiming for with that. x'D (Sometimes I love to just write without anything in mind so it's very likely that I really wasn't aiming for anything/ Funfact: "Cage" was written like that. I did not knew what was going on myself until the end).

Caption: German title; title of related work / english translation of title

DCMK:

warm ups

Kazuha war schlecht/Kazuha felt ill

Flügel/Wings

Hei-chan

Pen and Paper DC

Seelen/Souls

Weltuntergang/ Doomsday

Zwei Tage nachdem Heiji von der Apokalypse geträumt hatte; Sommernachstwende / Two days after Heiji dreamt of the apocalypse; Summernightshift

Aoko wird Polizistin und jagt Kid/ Aoko becomes a policeofficer and chases Kid

Blaue Flecken/ Bruises

Conan

Es war ein heißer Sommertag mitten im August/ It was a hot summer day in the middle of August

Federn wie Blei/ Feathers like lead

Freunde/Friends

Halloween

Heijis Dark Materials

Hotel Heizuha

I found a love for me. Songfic

Kaito Geist/ Kaito Ghost

Kazuha Hexe und Heiji wolf/ Kazuha witch and Heiji wolf

Missverstanden/ Misunderstood

ONE Shot

Postapokalypse-Zombie-DC-AU

Sternenflüge/Starflights

Summer-Buddies

Verjüngungskur mit Folgen/ Rejuvenation cure with consequences

Wie man jemanden von den Toten zurückbringt/ How to bring someone back from the dead

Zwietracht/ Discord

Glückspfeile/Arrows of Luck

Unchained

Original:

Sternenfantasien; Thero/StarFantasies

Der Anführer;Racknah /The Leader

Die Plotbunny-Farm /The Plotbunny-Farm

Die Verlorenen / The lost

Wolf Vogel / Wolf Bird

Sombie

Von Engeln und Katzen/ From Angels and Cats

Sterbender Vollmond / Dying fullmoon

So .. who to nominate? I dont really know many people here besides the one elfsedan already tagged so ...

I think these one have to offer some good stuff:

@xoxogoetterspeise

Edit: most people have already been tagged so I deleted them. I'm sorry, you're alone on this tagged list now. ^^"

[cacodaemonia]

7, 8, 9 for the artist asks 💙

7. A medium of art you don’t work in but appreciate -- I mostly do digital art now, but I'll say a medium I've never worked in: oil paints. They're definitely my favorite traditional media as far as what other people can do with them 😍

8. What’s an old project idea that you’ve lost interest in -- Hmm, well I did a few images that were basically busts of different TCW characters with some kind of symbolically meaningful flower/plant around them. I think I did four of them (Steela, Ahsoka, Hardcase, Jesse), and had ideas for a bunch more, but haven't felt like working on them in a while.

9. What are your file name conventions -- I'm very organized because I have over 20 years of images saved XD; I keep fanart from different fandoms separated on my computer, and if I make a lot of images for a particular fandom, I further separate those into different categories.

For TCW, I have a main folder of 'finished' art, and each file starts with a three-digit number to keep them in chronological order - so, for example, 040-mace butterflies.psd, and the wips are numbered as well, like: 040-mace butterflieswip05.jpg

I also have a misc folder, which is just some shit posting stuff, and a sketches folder, which is broken down into character/ship file names, but for any of those where I have a LOT (like Waxer/Boil, Waxer+Boil+Numa), they get their own folder. And the files are generally labeled like: wb76.psd 😅

Damn, sorry that was so long XD Thanks for the ask!

[ifievertoldyou]

the long awaited wip graveyard post

i thought the title was fitting for halloween :p

this post is an assorted collection of all my old thaw wips that i deemed not good enough to post, but didn't want to just rot away in my folder, so now they're here.

enjoy !

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the Eye post

fun fact: i used the same seven colored pencils for both the thes eye and the tommy one, i just made the grayer shades more emphasized for the latter. thought that was a neat little detail.

q's eye here makes his skin look a lil more purple

i impulsively gave quackity an eyebrow when i didn't sketch it before, and the way it turned out bothered me >:((

not a wip because i absolutely would never give this abomination its own post, but this is basically what my scratch paper sheet looks like when i want to test out how different colors look with each other, and also get a really, Really rough idea of what the final product will look like. this is the process i go through Every time i draw something serious. 😭

peep all 7 colors of the chaosduo's eyes under the thes eye practice

LMAO AND THE THES FACE 8 SECOND SKETCH LOOKS LIKE HE'S ON DRUGS IT'S SO SILLY

can you see me struggling to figure out how to wrap the rune around q's pupil? and also how to make the rune not just Completely disappear bc of how dark his eye is? yeah. traditional art is a pain is the ass sometimes, but i'm still wayy better at it.

also shoutout to @alexanderwesker for giving me an idea of what the rune on q's eye looks like, because i like being as accurate as i can when i draw stuff, so that was very much appreciated!

the part 2 to the hero's journey comic

i went fucking Ham during the hero's journey assignment, so much so that i literally planned like 19 more panels than what you saw in the original post (27 panels planned in total). but then i realized that i had like Four Whole Days to do that assignment, and would definitely not be able to do that many, especially not without burning out.

so i instead settled for the very first 8 panels that i planned (though even then, i had to abridge a lot of it, and also cut slime entirely from it, bc otherwise those 8 would have been 14 whole panels, and i think i would actually die-), since that was just enough to show two different steps of the hero's journey (crossing the threshold and meeting the mentor btw. i could probably do a whole analysis on how wesker's stories fit into the hero's journey if i wanted to, but i'm lazy rn and this post is already pretty long), and that was the big grading requirement. (i got 100% on that assignment btw 💪and my english teacher still has no clue that he graded minecraft fanfiction fanart LMAO) but this one is what i would have included if i had more time on the project, and could include more of the story, but as it stands, i made this one in my own leisure, because comics are fun to do.

anyways, with that little rant aside, i tried my best to make q look younger than quackity, and really accentuate the difference between them. idk how i feel about how q turned out though.

i'm really proud of the paneling, and i'm also kinda proud of the first frame with quackity's face in particular bc i thought it looked cool, like an actual comic book or something. but i couldn't figure out the card physics or perspective and that's what ultimately made me choose to abandon it 💔 maybe i'll try attempting this page again when i'm feeling more daring (as well as the other panels that i still haven't even drawn yet), but this wip has been collecting dust for a couple of months now so i figured i'd share it here anyway.

Palido

i drew palido a bit ago, but bro got somehow managed to get crinkled in my bag, even while literally being Inside of my sketchbook 🤨

it's not Too awfully noticeable though, especially bc the fold isn't On the drawing itself, so i might be able to salvage him and post a finished version someday... but i kinda halted progress on him for the time being bc of it, so here he is. </3

"Am I Still Even Me?"

i 1000% want to redraw this someday, just because i think the idea behind it is so fucking neat.

honestly, this one wasn't too bad at all, especially since i did all of it (besides the bones bc i think my health professions teacher would be disappointed if i got them wrong, and also the rune bc i care way too much about accuracy) without any reference, which is a pretty impressive feat for me and my aphantasia. but yeahh i think it could definitely be better, and really, this drawing was ultimately something that i just drew in class to keep myself busy for a bit bc i had way too much freetime that day. it wasn't intended to be post-worthy or anything.

but i think that the idea behind it is definitely post-worthy. maybe i'll even add a thes and/or youngerbur addition once i get more information about them and just how they've changed yk.

i had no clue how to draw the bones in that position, i probably could've done more research but. yeah no i don't have an excuse, i just couldn't be bothered that day lmao.

i was also gonna bloody q's hands a bit if i ever got to the coloring stage. like a little nod to when he lost himself to Madness. is the blood actually there? who knows, we're seeing it from his eyes, so for all we know, the rune isn't even lit up either, and he's just remembering it being so. remembering the moment he acted so unlike how he used to be.

the bones are definitely there for charlie though, poor guy...

also can y'all tell that i drew the rune in like. 5 seconds. bc yeah.

i had way more wips to share but i have literally no clue where they went, and also the tumblr picture limit is getitng close so ig that's all for now </3

like for a part 2 (whenever i accumulate enough wips to warrant a post, that is)

[bbeelzemon]

tired old lesbian

[theodora3022]

Opportunist

Summary: Idia Shroud thought he is content with just watching you. But when an opportunity present itself, he is not going to let it slip through his fingers.

A/N: Sort of a birthday gift for @187-mg !! This has been colleting dust in my WIP folder for a while now...Now it has seen the light of day! I love Idia too much and my brain just empties when I think of him...

Reader is gender neutral (Let me know if I missed anything)

Warnings: Sfw, Yandere, Unhealthy relationship, stalking, mentions of drugging, Idia being a hermit&creep (nothing new, just here to remind you)

Disclaimer: This is not healthy love and it is MEANT to make you uncomfortable!!

Idia Shroud has found himself having mixed feelings at the sight of your smile for quite a while. On one hand, he would wish to cherish that image in his memory forever (in sketchbook and cloud drive too but shshsh). On the other hand, Idia would sometimes feel beside himself whenever he sees you do it. 

This feeling is not hatred. The word “hate” is way too generalized for that feeling. He certainly does not despise you. Why would someone like him hate someone as wonderful as you? But intense unease does stir up in his chest, whenever he sees you flashing that look to your friends.

He needs to gather more intel to make an informed statement or decision.

All it took is for Ortho to offer you some help with textbooks and shopping, to let him lay down appropriate devices. Spying on you? That is such a negative term! Idia has neither the intention nor the reason to harm you! This...this is just to sate his little harmless curiosities towards you! Surely you, someone known for being considerate and understanding, would forgive him for such a minor intrusion!

“Aw, aren’t you a naughty one? It is no big deal, no need to apologize!”

Idia had convinced himself that is how you would react, although you never once expressed such attitude outside of his dream realm.

Before Idia knows it, watching your daily activities has become one, if not his most enjoyed pastime. His brother has made humorous remarks about his interest in you, ever since he discovered big bro’s questionable sketches of you. By having almost unlimited access to your life, Idia found himself desperately wanting to know more. Is his “innocent” curiosity getting out of hand? Maybe, but he is long past the point of caring.

It gives him the sense of companionship he so desperately longs for, without the hassle of a real friendship. One could argue there are other ways to achieve the same outcome, but sadly blue hermit has only so many options.

Yet you are none the wiser to his prying gaze.

Maybe you do know all along, and it never bothers you?

No.

What, is, HAPPENING??

Did you just opened the door, walked in humming, and took a seat on his bedside carpet? Last time Idia checked, his VR lens are charging in the corner.

“Ortho said you can help me with this alchemy theory. I been struggling to grasp it...”

Fortunately(or not), you quickly turn away from him to fetch the textbook-missing his embarrassed, flustered face expressions.

Eh????

This is moving way too fast! Ortho did not even give him the time to clean! (Read: put away some inappropriate material he owns)

However, Idia Shroud knows the rarity of an opportunity, when it is served up to him on a silver platter like this.

Does the pros outweigh the cons?

What are the pros of stopping you from sipping that special lemonade anyways?

"Thank you for the summery drink, Ortho! Now, shall we begin?"

There you are wearing that delightful, polite smile again. The thought of seeing that every morning for the rest of his days...

Begin, for sure.

Not the same for you and him though.

(Ortho: Nii-san just needs a push in the right direction! All done now I can go plan a wedding)

[violettelueur]

— RYOMEN SUKUNA || LET ME MARK YOU THEN

↳ featuring : ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sex, mention of hickeys and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 22 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.7k

↳ synopsis : (modern!AU) after your lectures, you decided to pay your tattoo artist boyfriend a little visit only to then be persuaded to let him draw a tattoo design on you even though you never actually wanted a real one to be marked with.

↳ barista’s notes : just a little gift to you all before today’s episode and the reset the ‘coffees in progress’ list (wip) when i get enough sleep and after my disgusting online classes, i hope you enjoy the free cup of coffee everyone ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ - also i feel like this is the longest imagine i have ever posted ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ

Having a morning full of tedious lectures was not someone’s ideal day and it was definitely not yours. Although, there was nothing you could do but pursue them through with as much enthusiasm and determination that you could possibly muster while being impatient about the hands on the clock taking forever to move a single inch.

However, at this moment in time, you were able to escape the suffocating lecture hall after many hours for today and was now walking down the busy streets of Tokyo with a white plastic takeaway bag in one hand while the other was occupied with your tote bag that was resting on your shoulder, which surprisingly kept hold of some of your textbooks as well as your laptop giving you some reassurance that the bag that your boyfriend gave you was going to last for quite some time.

Looking around the busy quarter of the capital, you began to notice a few high school students roaming about here and there with some hanging out with their friends - mostly likely going to a cafe or to the nearest karaoke lounge that they could find - while other were either rushing home as they entered the station or to their part-time jobs that they had managed to obtain for a few extra bucks to save up for their next step in life. Noticeably, there were also a few adults out and about with some working as street-food vendors selling delicious treats that you would be craving if you weren’t so full while others were dressed extremely professional with their laptops out on their cafe/restaurant table to what seemed like they were on their lunch break.

‘He should be on his lunch break right now, but if not, I’ll just put his food in the shop’s fridge’

Continue walking to your destination, you finally reached to a quieter area with the city leading you to then stand in front of a glass order with a ‘closed’ sign in front along with another extremely noticeable sign proudly stating ‘Malevolent Shine’ to which if you had said that to any tattoo fanatic within Japan, they would instantly know what you were talking about.

Opening the door, there was a sudden noise of a ring being heard leading you to immediately look up to see the silver bell that you told him to arrange since he always got annoyed about the number of potential clients popping up without his acknowledgement only to tell him that they didn’t book an appointment at all causing him to become more irritated - and as a matter of fact, you couldn’t blame him at all.

Looking around the tattoo shop that you had entered, there wasn’t a single person in sight leading you to come to the conclusion that you were right about his lunch break since his assistant would be at the front desk if they weren’t. Although there was no one to greet you, the dark atmosphere did. It gave an odd sense of comfort with its hints of red that could calm a customer down if they were worried about the tattoo they were committing to having on their body or if it was their first - especially when it came to him.

“Oya~ ain’t you a sexy customer? But I’m afraid we’re closed, but I don’t mind giving you a private session if you want, kitten” someone smoothly stated, leading your eyes to slowly shift to the person who was leaning against the desk with a confident smirk on his face. There he was, the mastermind behind the whole shop itself.

“Well, I’m not coming in for a tattoo but I am here to give a little gift, Sukuna,” you mischievously stated, as you lifted the white bag with the takeaway you had ordered for the man himself, leading him to look at you in surprised before tilting his head indicating you to come to the back with him.

Following his lead, you placed the bag on his table once you reached the backroom before placing your tote on the floor beside the table’s leg so it didn’t fall, letting any of your precious studious contents to be lost as well as avoiding any damage to your laptop.

“I’m surprised you’re using the bag, kitten,” Sukuna suddenly commented, as he sat on his chair while pulling out the white styrofoam box of Thai food that he always ordered along with a bento box that was wrapped in a black cloth.

“Well, how could I not? You did buy it for me,” you quietly mentioned as you took off your black longline coat before placing it behind your chair since there was nowhere else to put it.

“Did you make this?” Sukuna quickly questioned as he lifted the bento box causing you to nod at his question once you saw what he meant leading you to state, “I didn’t know if you were going to stay back tonight, so I prepared some food for you in case,” causing Sukuna to smirk since you were right about your assumption and it did catch him by surprise since he didn’t mention it to you today when he left your shared apartment.

“Thanks,” he quietly muttered before pulling his chair closer towards you so he could place a lingering kiss on your cheek to show his appreciation towards you. “How was class?” he then asked, as he began to unwrap the cloth of the box to your surprise since you bought his favourite item from the Thai restaurant but made no mention of it.

“Annoying, it was suffocating in there but the lecture was interesting so that’s a plus,” you answered, as you began to scan his messy desk that displayed the many drawings that he was working on. Some of the designs that Sukuna was drawing were almost complete, while others were in the same situation but for some odd reason, it was crossed out as if he was unsatisfied with the outcome that it was going to have which lead you to be perplexed since some of the drawings were incredibly detailed and beautiful. However, you didn’t have the eyes of an artist like your boyfriend did, instead, you had the eyes of someone that was able to analyse things exceedingly well hence why you decided to pursue a career as a criminal lawyer.

“How has the shop been while I was away?” you asked, as you carefully picked up one of the designs that the tattoo artist seemed to have scraped leading him to answer with an annoyed huff. “A pain, there’s been so many dumbass people coming in thinking they could just walk in and get a tattoo done immediately without even booking a meeting,” Sukuna answered before taking a bite of the soy-glazed fried chicken you made as he then continued with, “it was a good idea to get the bell since I could see if it was a customer I knew or not,”.

Looking at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but smile at the man as he continuously munched the context in the box as if he hadn’t eaten in the past week when in reality he had been raiding the fridge back home only just this morning. Slowly, you turn your head back to the paper that you were holding as you continued to admire the work of art right in front of you. 

To be honest, it was quite simple compared to all the other ones that were lying about on his work desk but that didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. The light sketch depicted a short section of a branch or stem decorated with different types of beautiful flowers and next to it was the same design with the only difference of it being coloured lightly in case the client wanted to have options.

“What happened here?” you asked before tilting the paper to the side, letting Sukuna have a glance at the design he decided to discard.

“Oh, the client cancelled since I wouldn’t have sex with her,” Sukuna casually stated leading you to nod before taking another look at the design with a small smile on your face. Sadly, it was such a waste since the design was beautiful and it was disappointing to not see Sukuna put this beautiful art into life.

Some people might wonder why you were so calm about the statement he had just given you, heck even his younger twin brother Itadori Yuji thought it was weird that it didn’t bother you as much as other girls would have been. The reason was that you were so used to him having female attention as well as male attention and it wasn’t a surprise when people would book an appointment with him just for a fling or hoping for something more than just that - and even though you were calm, there was also a hint of jealousy and fear within your heart that you couldn’t help.

It was like the first time you saw him in your second year of high school.

                                               ꕥ 

Stretching your arms, you had finally finished the last sheet of the budgets for the school clubs leading you to carefully clip the pile of sheets into the folder as you then stood up from your desk before quickly heading out of your homeroom, so you could give the documents to the student council president, who was a third-year within your school.

However, as you were walking past a few classrooms with some people greeting you with a smile, you came to a sudden halt when you saw a whole crowd of female and males students in front of you leading to a blockage of the halls and a blockage of the classroom you need to go through to hand the documents to your senior.

“Did you hear, I heard he was back?!”

“I can’t believe he’s back, I missed him so much!”

“I like Yuji’s kind and goofy personality, but how could you not love a bad boy like him?”

‘Bad boy?’

Carefully, you managed to find a gap between the sea of students and forcibly made yourself fit within the gap before badly struggling to make it through the arc of the classroom door leading you to nearly trip the second you got the chance to push through the gap to ender the class. Quickly looking around, you found your senior sitting next to someone who looked like your friend and basketball club member Itadori Yuji - well more like a mature replicant of the boy you were used to. However, unbothered by the sudden appearance of the new third-year, you speedily made your way to the council president and handed him the booklet that he needed today leading you to receive his gratitude.

Yet, before you could even take a single step away from your senior, you unexpectedly felt someone grab your wrist causing you to quickly turn around to find Itadori’s replica behind you leading to a few gasps coming from the students from the outside as well as in the homeroom.

“Is there an issue?” you firmly asked, as you looked down at his hand that had a tight grip on your wrist causing you to have a small glance at the two black bands that were tattooed around his wrist - even though it was prohibited to have any in your school, you weren’t the type to scold someone for having them since you weren’t sure on how the teacher’s thought it affected someone’s education.

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” the salmon-haired third-year curiously asked, as he began to admire your wrist by gently turning it for your veins to come into view before beginning to trace your skin with the tip of his thumb causing a light shiver to go down your spine due to the ticklish feeling as well as his deep voice which was the complete opposite to what you thought it was going to be.

‘So this is the infamous Sukuna everyone was talking about’

“Not really,” you answered as you looked at him causing his eyes to look back at you before you continued with “I don’t think it would suit me at all,”.

“I disagree,” Sukuna counteracted, as he went back to admire the blank canvas of your wrist that he wanted to draw on so badly. No not draw. Mark. “I think you’ll suit something, maybe something on your neck or collarbone at best actually,” Sukuna mentioned leading you to give him a confused expression before he then proceeded with his speech by saying, “I’ll convince you one day and mark you brat”,

‘What...did….he….just….call….me..?’

“Ah...good luck with that idiot,” you stated in an annoyed tone leading to a few of the admiring student to gasp at your wording as well as sudden confident as they were scared on what was going to happen to you now since Sukuna wasn’t the type to tolerate insults in a nice way no matter what gender you were. However, exceeding the audience’s assumptions, Sukuna began to smirk excitedly at your attitude as he suddenly found you more interesting than any other girl he has met at the back of the school.

“Be prepared, little kitten”

                                               ꕥ

‘That nickname….’

Back then Sukuna was known to be a playboy from what you could recall, every week there was news on the new girl he had managed to convince to meet at the back alley of the school while you were just being a model student with the dream of going to law school. However, during the middle of the school year, you began to realise that the common scandalous news that seemed to be popular enough for it to be on the front cover of the newspaper began to gradually fade as Sukuna slowly pushed himself into your life since you were close with his twin brother due to your friend being part of the basketball team as the assistant coach - she even mentioned that ever since Sukuna came into your life he had stopped his acts and change slightly because of you to which, of course, you denied at the time.

It was during the first term of your third-year that you agreed to give Sukuna a chance since he was constantly annoying you by popping up at the school gate after school to ‘walk you home’ ever since his graduation - when in reality it was to take you out somewhere - without fail even when you had to stay in a few hours. However, you had given him three conditions since you were still conscious of the consequences of dating someone with such a disgraceful built reputation - much to his dismay, he shockingly agreed.

If you are going to have a fling with someone behind my back, don’t think about seeing or talking to me again.

I know you are sexually active, but you have to wait until I’m ready.

Don’t tattoo me.

Let’s just say that Sukuna had managed to keep condition number one in check and you didn’t have to worry about it at all, while with condition number two he didn’t have to wait that long for you to give in to your desires which you could tell he certainly enjoyed when you finally gave him the ‘okay’.

Number three though...

“Do you want to try that design out?”

Breaking from your daze, you quickly turned your head to find your boyfriend staring at you - with the bento box practically empty at this point - while tilting his head to the paper that was still within your grasp.

“I think you giving me hickeys are enough in my opinion, babe” you jokingly mentioned leading to both you and Sukuna laughing at each other slightly.

“I mean, do you want me to draw it on you to see how it looks?” he then asked, causing you to look at the floral design one last time before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Trying it out won’t hurt right?’

“I need a confident answer little kitten, where did that feisty attitude of yours back in high school go?” Sukuna teased, causing you to give him the side glance before giving him the verbal permission that he wanted, leading him to smirk at you since knew his mockery would get you to give him what he wanted since you were also the stubborn type - a side that he always loved to play with.

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to your before pausing, leading you to look at him in confusion since you had already pulled your wrist in front of him, the same area he had grabbed back in high school.

“You’re wearing a lot of clothing today,” Sukuna muttered as he began to fiddle with the collar of your white silk dress shirt causing you to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, “well it is getting colder since the Autumn season is coming around,” leading him to hum in an understanding tone as he continued to play with the smooth fabric.

“I want to draw on your collarbone area, I don’t want to draw on the area where the client wanted it to be,” Sukuna stated as he lightly pushed away your wrist leading you to realise why he paused. “You can,” you quickly mentioned leading the tattoo artist to look at you to see if you were lying, only to see nothing but the light of the trust within your eyes.

Slowly, Sukuna began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of your shoulders were exposed with the top half of your shirt resting on the side of your arms to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of your bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly.

Admiring the skin that was in front of him, Sukuna began to trace the area with his thumb before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the same side of your neck before cradling your face on the other side with his other hand - as if it was a way for him to say ‘thank you’ for letting him do this.

Regrettably pulling away, Sukuna quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards your collarbone to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favourite canvas causing you to shiver somehow due to how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon your skin. However, what got you shaking the most was the constant feeling of your boyfriend’s breath being felt on your upper body now that your shirt was basically off - it wasn’t completely off to the same feeling when you were underneath him the first time you allowed him to make his claim on you.

“Baby, it feels ticklish,” you commented, the second you felt a different sensation upon your skin leading Sukuna to glance up to check if you were alright like you were an actual client before placing another kiss on your jawline in a way to comfort you since he had switched to his skin markers to colour in the design he had drawn on you.

“You’re being a good kitten though, you’re not moving a lot then I thought you would,” the tattoo artist whispered leading you to quiver as his deep voice was not helping so much with your beating heart - erratic to the point where you thought he could hear or even feel.

Due to Sukuna concentrating, you couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing you to glance around your room with your eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading you to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves.

As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that the arrogant Sukuna needed it to be honest, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Sukuna had famously done. However, not to your surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing you to sigh since you couldn’t help it - you couldn’t blame your boyfriend for being an extremely handsome man.

Unexpectedly, you felt another kiss being placed upon your cheek causing you to look towards your boyfriend with a smile on your face - it was as if he knew what you were looking at. “I’m finished by the way,” Sukuna announced, causing you to look at him with widened eyes since the drawing session was a little faster than you had anticipated.

Reaching over to a drawer in his desk, Sukuna suddenly pulled out a mirror before passing it to you, leading you to lift up the little instrument to see the result that was drawn on your skin.

“You changed the design,” you quietly stated, as you began to tenderly trace the design with your index finger as you began to admire the piece of art that was masterfully drawn on your collar bone. The tattoo beautifully depicted a single strand of a blooming lavender across your collarbone with each petal in different shades of purple while the buds that weren’t in bloom were in a slight pale pink shade making you smile more since Sukuna drew this straight from his head causing you to have a hint of proudness for him.

“I wasn’t going to give you that previous design, it doesn’t suit you one bit,” the salmon-haired artist mentioned as he continued with, “I’m not going to let that disgusting design touch your skin, especially since this is the first time you let me mark you somewhat,” as he then moved behind you before placing his chin on your shoulder to look at you through the mirror you were holding.

“I might let you mark me permanently then,” you suddenly announced causing your boyfriend to look at you with a surprised look on his face leading you to giggle at his reaction.

“Yeah, let’s break condition three then, you can mark me this one time,” you informed him as you turned to look at him, causing Sukuna to give you his classic smirk before possessively grabbing your chin leading him to lean closer to you.

“Let me mark you then”

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[rozzwil]

ROZZ SHOW ME SHOW ME SHOW ME. Artist asks: #1, #14, #15!

1. Show me your most recent wip

I already showed some but I'm gonna do a few more because I might never post them haha

This one's from a casual class swap AU me and @diirthara-ma came up with! If I didn't get the vibe across this is Cassandra as a Necromancer and mortalitasi. I wanted to explore what might happen if she had been a mage and had embraced the nobility lifestyle 👀

This one's just from a body lineup reference sheet I was messing with from a while back! It's a little outdated but here's Ivan Amell, Alexander Adaar, and Isha Lavellan

14. How has your art changed over the years?

I'm house sitting and away from my computer but that means I DO have access to really old pre-digital art 👀

PreK/Kindergarten: Most of my early art was exclusively Pokemon related. Here's a poster advertising a "Pokemon Klub" and a reference sheet I made for myself of Unkown

Elementary School: Still very into Pokemon and Digimon. Here's two self portraits from around 2nd and 3rd grade lol

Middle/High School: I was still going hard on Pokemon and spent a couple years working on my own Fakemon region. Here's some of my concept art for my starters feat. my water starter which was a lifeguard/arctic wolf. Scott Pilgrim and shows like Adventure Time were also big influences at the time

I bought my first tablet when I was 15 and that really transformed my art habits. I switched almost exclusively to digital and began posting on social media. In retrospect, I would section out a couple big arcs for my art since then.

From 15-19 I was really motivated to make art a career and was excited about building a following. Within a year I gained a few thousand followers and was really excited that I was able to sell my art and commissions for money.

By early college I started to lose interest in grinding and was bouncing around several different career paths. At this time I started to try out a lot of new art styles and explore concepts I had always felt too intimidated by before. From 20-22 I didn't create much art that I was proud of or wanted to post. This is the hardest era of my art to look back on but it was also when I experienced a lot of growth. In particular, I started painting and using color in ways that I had never tried before and I started taking a lot less shortcuts when it comes to anatomy and rendering difficult poses. This was also when I began exploring original concepts and characters through RPGs like Dragon Age and D&D.

I associate age 23- the present with my art focussing almost exclusively on original concepts. I'm also very disengaged from social media outside of a small community of friends and artists I enjoy. This allows me to disentangle my motivation to create from external factors which has helped me enjoy sharing my art again. Most of what I draw is done through collaboration with @diirthara-ma and I take a lot enjoyment from other forms of creating like talking about characters, creating charts, moodboards, and playlists, as well as sculpting and miniature making (for D&D). I also enjoy the process of drawing a lot more and spend much more time just doing figure sketches or playing around with another artist's color pallete.

15. Biggest artist pet peeve?

This one's hard! I'd say that I have a bad habit of constantly desaturating my color palette for no reason throughout a piece and then having to resaturate everything again later.

I also got so chill about not posting I now have a hard time remembering to post my art. I also tend to forget I've drawn something if I don't post it so I constantly find old art in my folders I never did anything with lol

[sesskagevents]

SessKag Fandom Appreciation Week - Day 6

Artist interviews - Elevenharbor

@elevenharbor​  was nominated by @animehusbandno1​

What was your first introduction to SessKag?

Tales from the House of the Moon by Resmiranda.

How long have you been a part of the fandom?

been a lurker since the early days of HotM (~'04). Only recently became active in the community (Discord, Tumblr & other sites) since May 2020, around the time the sequel-from-hell was announced. I was so mad, confused and had all kinds of mixed feelings about the whole thing, and one internet search led to the other. The rest is history.

What is your writing/art process like?

Unconventional. I get inspired primarily by listening to music, which turn into plunnies, which then turn into wanting to write a story. I then outline in my head and also create a kind of mental music playlist for each scene/part, and if the compulsion is strong enough, I jot it all down on Scrivener/Google Docs. I also have a growing art/writing playlist that I just blast and play on loop while I'm immersed in my work.   I know I am not well-versed with words and storytelling in general so oftentimes I try to illustrate instead. I daydream of creating webtoon/comic strips from said plunny that I want to showcase, but I get frustrated with the lengthy process (and my limited skills in my arsenal) so I just pick a scene and draw that. Then the rest is just going through the motions (rough sketch, make separate folders for each character, line art, base color, shading, endless layering, and final effects). Lately I've been adding the original song that inspired me to the final art piece, so I utilize instagram/Tiktok for these and post there first. Each art piece actually has a backstory to it. Sometimes I'll write a snippet if I have the energy to wrestle with words, but most times, I let the art & song speak for itself.

If you could let your fans know one thing, what would it be?

I am very shy, hypercritical of my stuff and I think it's never good enough (Impostor Syndrome is strong, but I am a work in progress), but know that I really do appreciate each like, each comment, each reblog, and each interaction I have with others in the fandom. Cherry on top is when others feel moved/inspired enough to create something of their own based on what I've made. It really makes my day.

Do you have anything you're working on right now that the fandom can look forward to?

I have many WIPs. Even more plunnies. More recently I have a Squid Game-inspired piece and a SessKag cyberpunk piece that I started, but I'm focusing on my mental health and dealing with IRL stuff at the moment.

Since when do you ship Sesskag?

Since 2004, roughly.

What got you into that ship?

Like many others, Tales from the House of the Moon by Resmiranda was my gateway drug and I never looked back. Despite the critiques, I think it's one of the most iconic and well-written SessKag stories out there and I still love it to this day. It's also one of the fanfics that leave me emotionally spent by the end. I love angst, and I love stories that really make me think and read between the lines.

Where do you get inspiration from?

songs, primarily. I'm almost always listening to music. Tiktok has been my recent source of music/art inspo lately too!

What’s your favorite fanfic?

I have too many, but here are some of them right off the bat: HotM by Resmiranda, Beside You in Time & Once and Future Taiyoukai by RosieB, Flowers on the Moon by troubleinshangrila, When Comes the Rain by Drosselmeyer, Binded by Lucy Morningstar, Running Up That Hill by TheHatterTheory...and this is barely scratching the surface. Thank you for the nomination! <3

[theholeyness]

Your brush strokes feel so precise while also flowy, not restricting at all! how do you do it?? :D

This is easy, let me teach you (^^ )

Having to do lines over and over again can take up a lot of time, so it's important to be able to make accurate lines! The first thing I do after opening a new canvas is to check my eye-hand-monitor coordination. I use a screen-less tablet but those exercises are applicable to traditional painting as well. Here's how to do it: Quickly* draw a line straight down across your tablet, if the line on your canvas goes perfectly down, you're good. If it is skewed left or right, rotate your tablet a little and try again until it goes straight downwards. *The lines should be quick for a few reasons: 1.) a "real" painting will be made out of thousands of brushstrokes, you don't want to think about every single line. 2.) quick lines are not as shaky and therefore more elegant. 3.) the faster you paint, the more you can paint.

It's important to check that you can accurately and repeatedly hit the same spot on your canvas regardless of the direction of your brushstrokes. Imagine or draw a point on your canvas. Draw a vertical, horizontal and diagonal lines that will meet in that point. Try it in three or four places on your canvas for good results.

Checking the length of your stokes: Quickly draw a square, with the intention of not erasing any edges outside the square. Getting this done correctly should help you get an idea of how the length of your brushstrokes drawn across the tablet corresponds to the lengths of your lines on the screen.

If you get those right, it should be easy to get your lines to look good! Please try it out! <(￣︶￣)> About flowy lines... You can enhance your linework using brushes that have settings such as brush size or opacity changing with pen pressure and/or velocity. (make sure your tablet is properly set up for these. I use an older Wacom tablet, so my advice is to make notice of the "tip feel" setting) but the most important thing.... I think we've all had this thought while working over a sketch we really liked, "the more effort I put into it, the more tired this picture feels!", gradually straying away from the original idea, losing motivation to work and throwing the file into the wip folder, never to open it again..! orz

The solution is to make meaningful lines! Paint with intention! That is, you don't want to make lines which you will have to redraw later. The exceptions would be... if your idea changes during the process or if you forgot to include something in the sketch. Then, you should, naturally, edit your picture... haha.......

Here, I made an example using my sketch, (the original sketch + final pic are above) and, below, a "bad" sketch I edited just now,

Things I would personally see as mistakes: 1.) Zig-zaggy lines that don't go in direction with the form. 2.) Filling in parts that will not be black with black. Tempting to do to see how the contrast will turn out later. Will have to be repainted. 3.) Filling in big black spaces with black. Unless it's a void, it will have to be shaded later. There is no need to do black before other colors. 4.) Adding a lot of cluttering lines that disrupt the flow make it easy to get lost later. 5.) Black shadows that obscure form. Since the picture is not going to be black and white, it's too strong and heavy. Steals attention off more important things.

Why these things that are not necessary, is because after you're overall satisfied with your sketch you can easily make a layer under it (in my case one under and one above the sketch) and do a color test with minimal shadows. This is an important step that tells you if the final picture will look good. And it takes only a minute!

(this is what mine looked like ↓)

If you have a good foundation to work on, cleaning up becomes easy and you maintain the energy of the sketch!

I'm happy you like my art. ❤ I hope this helps!

[fenheart87]

Tall Cappuccino

Felt good to finish something and it started the ball rolling on other WIPs that I've been neglecting. Enjoy this humorous one shot based off my mom and her best friend creating a "coffee code" to talk to about cute guys and it backfiring. Did not work as well as it does for these two though.

“Girl, you need to get over Greg-” Alya started, opening the door to the coffee shop and holding it for Marinette and a few other customers.

“His name was Fillippe.”

“Or whatever his name was and get back out there! You are so sweet and beautiful and your parents have the best pastries in Paris-”

“Are you proposing marriage to me or my family?” Marinette frowned playfully when Alya reached out to pull her ponytail.

“Hush you, my point is we need to scout for potential dates for you. We can treat it like undercover research, a much better version than those schemes from our lycee days. Oh, we can have a codename for the hot guys we see so we’re not obvious about it. So where do we want to start looking?” The reporter stepped in line, glancing at the menu with half hearted interest.

“My dreams?” Marinette scooted forward so a barista could pass through, the balance of that many drinks was an amazing feat.

“I’m just saying you need to open your horizons and take a chance. You could get any guy’s number you so much as smile at and while I’m glad you don’t use your powers for evil, you need to use them to snag a boyfriend.” “All lies, do you think the caramel mocha will have caramel or just be a poor imitation?” Marinette pondered aloud, scanning the drink specials but not impressed by anything.

“You’re so coffee obsessed… Hold on a minute, what if we made a code using coffee to scope out some guys? Then maybe you obsession for coffee will lead you to true love instead of just a heart attack!” Alya grinned at her suggestion, not in the slightest put off by the dark glare coming from the shorter woman.

“Fine, since you’re so adamant about it, you buy me coffee every time we meet up to find my ‘perfect cup of coffee’ and you have a deal.”

“See, you’re already getting into it!”

The agreement took a couple weeks before they could actually start looking as both women had jobs that kept them busy and spare time didn’t match up often. A couple weeks later saw Marinette walking into the coffee shop named The Brew and savoring the rich smells of freshly crushed coffee beans. Alya had texted her that she made it first and had ordered a large cup of the newest creation for her and to not be late if she didn’t want cold coffee. Spotting her friend’s red hair, Marinette made her way over to the table and dropped herself into her chair.

“You are a zombie before coffee, it’s kind of creepy.” Her best friend pushed forward the cappuccino topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. “Drink up, I need your brain working to remember our code or we’ll never get anywhere.”

“I told you not to over plan it and you did anyways didn’t you?” Alya nudged the drink closer until she had to pick it up to keep it from falling in her lap. “Fine, three minutes.”

“I know girl, now you enjoy that and I’m going to get you a muffin and I want a scone.”

Marinette eyed the drink in suspicion but took a sip anyway, it was mocha with chocolate chips. Sighing in relief that the sprinkles were harmless decoration, until she would get to the part where she risked inhaling them with her coffee, the designer took a few more drinks. Slowly she could feel the warm feeling spread, her mind finally kicking in gear and half of it planning out her work for the day and the other half worrying about what insanity her best friend cooked up.

“Okay, so you like cappuccinos the best and you like chocolate chip muffins. Cappuccino is like an 8-10 and muffin is 5-8, hot chocolate can be a 3-5 and water is anything less. That’s how we can judge the drinks and get a better idea on what your perfect drink is.”

“You are terrible but okay, free coffee is hard to say no to.”

The first day was a total bust, no Alya I’m sure I’m not interested in girls, and they tried two coffee shops before they had to get back to their lives. Meeting up whenever they could was nice because it brought them closer instead of being too busy to talk longer than a few short calls or messages here and there. Although Alya enjoyed sending pictures and asking for a coffee rating of random guys, to which Marinette would reply with the matching emoji and sometimes even send some artfully taken pictures back.

A random Tuesday found them back at The Brew and for once Marinette beat Alya to the coffee shop. Deciding as it was midday and not early morning, she could wait for her coffee supplier to get there before ordering, Marinette found a table. Pulling out her phone to check for any updates from her best friend, and seeing none, she pulled out her current draft sketches and set to fixing or modifying the parts that didn’t blend with the look she was going for. Every so often the bell would ding and draw her attention, even going so far as to take a picture and send it with an emoji to Alya who was still stuck at work.

“Okay, this isn’t working but why?” The designer mumbled to herself, attention broken easily as she needed a distraction and turned her gaze to the door. A mistake because the man that walked in was stunning in the subtle smokey way, ripped jeans and well loved hoodie complete with steel toed boots. After her designer side was satisfied she skipped to his face and lost her breath. Blue, blue eyes brought out by the blue tipped hair and easy smile as he waved to the baristas in greeting. Quickly she opened her phone and texted Alya a hastily typed CAPPUCCINO. In perfect but dramatic timing her best friend loved so much, Alya walked in right as she sent that text.

“Hey girl, sorry to keep you waiting. There was an issue with the main story and printing and it was a nightmare! You didn’t have to wait to get a coffee, I would’ve paid you back.” She took off her jacket and hung it on the back of the chair along with her reporter messenger bag. “Oh well, I’m here now so what do you want today?”

“That tall cappuccino.”

“You and your obsession girl I swear. Should I surprise you with the flavor?”

“Nope, I want that tall blueberry cappuccino.” Marinette tried to hint towards the cute guy who was giving his order at the counter.

“Tall blueberry cappuccio?” Alya studied her for a moment, following her eyes to the blue haired stranger. “Oh, oh, got it! Good taste girl, you sure want the blueberry cappuccino? Different from your usual tastes.”

“Were you not the one who said I need to broaden my horizons and try new things with an open mind?”

“True, well then I’m hungry so I’ll be back.” Alya joined the line and left Marinette waiting anxiously. To distract herself, she focused on her sketch that was being stubborn. A ding from her phone had her admitting defeat and putting away her sketches in the folder she carried. Turning on her phone, the designer saw a picture message from Alya titled hot cappuccino. Clicking on it, the picture loaded to show a very fine rear encased in well loved black denim which happened to be the exact same pants her tall cappuccino happened to be wearing. She was going to kill her best friend.

"They don't have any muffins but you can share my scone if you want." Alya returned to her seat, offering the scone to Marinette who declined.

“Excuse me, I overheard you mention that you were interested in the tall cappuccino with blueberry so I thought I would bring you one.” Said tall blueberry cappuccino had stopped by Marinette’s side of the table and waited with a smile, with drink in hand. Alya pursed her lips in amusement, hiding her laughter by taking a sip of coffee. The designer’s desperate look of ‘oh god why me, help!’ was missed by the stranger as his name was called for the rest of his order.

“One scone and croissant roll for Luka, who had the order for the blue caps!”

“Ah, that’s me,” He smiled at the dazed woman, setting the drink down. “I hope you enjoy the drink. It’s a favorite of mine and Joel makes it the best if you want to order it again. Have a good day ladies.”

“Alya!”

“Mm, very nice cappuccino.”

“Alya, no! You just can’t leave me like that!”

“Babe,” Alya looked around and lifted her feet to look under them, “where exactly did I go?”

“You know what I mean!” Marinette groaned and hid her face behind her hands. “I totally had no response and I was not expecting that at all. He must think I’m lame.”

“There’s always the next cappuccino or you can always reorder the blueberry.” The reporter relished in the drawn out groan from her best friend, finishing off her scone.

The pair ran into Mr. Blueberry Cappuccino a few more times over their next several outings to scope out possible dates or let Marinette vent about her failed ones. The Brew was becoming a second home and the employees were starting to remember the woman and their orders. Today they even had their favorites prepared only to find out it all had been paid for.

"What?"

"Already paid for honey, someone must think you're cute." Joel winked in a flirty way, making Marinette laugh as his boyfriend smacked his shoulder on the way by.

"Uh-huh, what makes you say that exactly?"

"Well honey, not just any man buys a pretty lady a drink. And not just any man continues to do so when his lady of interest is missing a very big clue." Joel smiled and waved to an elderly couple as they left, turning to grab some muffins for the table of six for the kids. "He's not being very subtle and I feel like you don't know when someone is into you versus just likes what he sees. So, pay attention to your drink this time and please make or break his heart."

"Whatever you say Joel, whatever you say." The designer finally took her drink back to the table where Alya was already working.

"Sorry girl, I have to edit these and figure out the order by tomorrow. Any good drinks lately?"

"Bunch of water, glad to finally get a taste of my cappuccino again. Can you believe they won't let us have anything but water? Like I get it around the fabric and materials but not even in the break room." Marinette ranted waving her hands slightly until she knocked over her cup. "Oh! Geez I am such a klutz."

"Girl, when are you going to find a good luck charm to counter all that bad luck?"

"You know that's not it!" She hurried to clean up her mess, a barista dropped a rag on the table as they passed by with a tray full of muffins. Carefully she cleaned up her minor spill and waited off her cup only to notice there was a blue smudge on the outside. Taking a closer look, it seems like smeared numbers. A ten digit number. "I think it's good luck disguised as bad luck because I need to be more creative and get out of my own head. I'll be right back!"

"What? Marinette, what the heck?" The reporter watched in concern as her best friend went up to the counter and waved Joel down to ask him a question. Said barista laughed loudly and patted a disappointed Marinette on the head and gave her a refill.

"Someone has been trying to get my attention but since you always buy my drink per our agreement, he can't pay for it so he asks Joel to leave his number on the cup. Which I've been throwing away without noticing. And he won't tell me who it is!"

"Oh? Mysterious admirer vying for your attention using the thing you love the most in this world? Well do go on." The tanner of the duo teased, smiling at the half hearted smack to her arm.

"This just means I need to come here as much as I can and catch him. Or make Joel tell me."

"Marinette?" The new voice caused her to turn around to see Juleka whom she was partnering with for her latest project.

"Hey Juleka, did everything fit okay?"

"Yeah, just like always. I thought your coffee addiction was only an early morning thing?"

"Oh no, this girl could drink twice her weight in coffee and still accept another cup." Alya butted in, laughing as Marinette turned a bright shade of red.

"Why don't you go get us refills, you're not working on your project anyway."

"Fine." The reporter sighed playfully before heading to the counter.

"Sorry, best friends are always crazy."

"No worries… So what's your favorite drink so far?"

"Blueberry cappuccino, haven't really given it a fair try though since I only got a couple loo- sips before I had to leave."

"Uh-huh, a tall blueberry cappuccino huh?" Juleka glanced towards the counter where her brother was ordering, his stupid hat covering his signature hair and shot a quick text to change their order. "Ever going to try again?"

"Maybe? I seem to have attached an admirer, Joel has been writing his number on my coffee cups."

"Yeah he likes to play cupid. Kind of like how he helped me find my strawberry frappe." The dawning look of surprise turned to embarrassment very quickly. "Also, if he doesn't man up and give you his number directly, ask me and I'll straighten him out."

"Okay?" Marinette squeaked out but she was very confused as the up and coming model sashayed to the counter. A tall man moved to let her reach for a couple cups and left him with a stern glare.

"So any idea on how you're going to grill Joel as to who your mystery guy is?" Alya inquired, resting her hip against the table.

"I have no idea. I guess il just wait until my tall blueberry cappuccino shows up again." With a sigh, Marinette began packing up her papers only to be stopped by a cup sitting directly in the middle of her papers. A large drink, the blue swirls and aroma of their dark roast cappuccino tickled her senses.

"Hey so Joel told me I should uh man up so to speak and introduce myself." The designer's gaze followed the cup to the hand holding the cup, up an arm and right into the mystery guy's eyes. Who happened to be her tall cappuccino. "I uh must confess I knew about the whole code thing from the first day and I tried to have Joel help me out by putting my number on your cups but since I never got a text or call, I figured either you weren't interested or hadn't realized."

"Do you know how small he writes? It's impossible to read tiny alien chicken scratch."

"Yeah he did that on purpose. Sorry about that but I'd still like to get to know you, if you're still interested in a certain tall blueberry cappuccino?"

"Cappuccino is my favorite."

"Well Luka is your top favorite then."

"Good, Marinette is yours."