#i am tired tho lmao

[slicedmayonnaise]

I'm like Batman. But instead of being a billionare, I work 48 hours a week. And instead of saving Gotham at night, I write my silly little fic

[pissplasmicpantom]

took me two weeks but im finally done

homestuck beta kids in hit martial arts war drama tactics rpg gubat banwa

for each kid and their Stuff:

june egbert - yeya

dave strider - davyd "dave" malakad

rose lalonde - rosa arboleda

jade & bec - giok & bek

[lncarnon]

one 40 minutes walk through a foot of snow in some places later, and i am home!

[wispforever]

original quote under the cut

[turtleblogatlast]

Man I wish we got more of the turtle tots especially their “slightly older turtle tots” designs, because they are so cute

[kheprriverse]

Ballad toasting with the girlies for January 1st✨

Everyone has rather normal wishes for the new year. A good farming season and good health for family from Ballad and Malon. Peace in Hyrule from Zelda. Good standings with other zora kingdoms from Ruto.

FD on the other hand, is just here for the alcohol and gossip and is too tall for the frame.

[sparky-is-spiders]

Jonelias Week Day 1 (Which is definitely today I swear), for the prompt "No Powers AU"

This one... maybe got away from me. This is actually only the first half of what I've written so far, and probably the first third overall! I do plan to post this to Ao3 at some point (although I suspect I'll need to do a lengthy round of editing first lmao). It's some very self-indulgent nonsense, which is a lot of what I write, but now it's getting put in the main tags of a ship during said ship's event week. So. It may also be a little bit "aromantic dude tries to figure out what having a crush is supposed to be like." Also a lot of "dude who took Principals of Accounting once pretending it knows what office work is like." Anyway, quick warning before we begin, and the rest will be under the read-more:

Stalking (played for laughs) for most of the fic.

Just. A weird amount of obsession.

Ok that should be it I think. Fic under the cut.

Jon's new boss was, quite possibly, the most boring man in the world. He wore the same outfit every day (pale dress shirt with dark unpatterned tie and gray slacks and matching suit jacket). The only personal effect in his entire office was a potted plant on the windowsill (some sort of succulent, and definitely fake). He always arrived to work exactly half an hour early and left exactly half an hour late. The only hobby he appeared to show any interest in was scheduling, which he seemed to find both deeply engaging and remarkably irritating. In fact, he was apparently so opposed to the idea of mixing his work with his personal life that he might as well not have existed beyond the walls of their office. Jon had never been more fascinated by anyone else in his entire life.

It stared with the transfer to the accounting department. Elias had met with him personally to get him acclimated to his new role. He had been blandly polite, and blandly handsome, and Jon had stopped listening to him about five minutes into their conversation. It was probably bad form, really. The software Elias was droning on and on about sounded like it was about to become a central feature of his days. He really should've been paying attention to it. Instead, he pretended to make eye contact while zeroing in on the top of Bouchard's forehead (a very useful trick, really) and became inordinately focused on the small lock of hair that had fallen across it. It was terribly distracting, and Jon had wondered how he hadn't noticed it. And then he wondered how it had come to be there. And then he had built up an entire story involving a murder, an illicit affair with the assistant director of marketing, and the potted succulent. And then he had noticed Bouchard eying him with what could've been suspicion or amusement or irritation or nothing whatsoever, and had been forced to rapidly pretend to care about their company's bad debt expense policy. Bouchard had indulged him, and had spoken with the calm authority of someone who knew what they were talking about, and had even managed to avoid being overtly condescending (a feat forever out of Jon's reach). At the end he had shaken Jon's hand (with a nice, firm grip), and had told him "I'm looking forward to working with you, I'm sure you'll make a wonderful member of our team." Jon had left that meeting with a mind shrouded in a fog of boredom and a faint sensation of warmth which he decided was best attributed to curiosity and left otherwise unexamined. Over the next few weeks, Jon had tried to subtly inquire into Bouchard's life. At the time, he had been naively under the impression that surely he must have let slip something about his life; some odd quirk or funny story or harmless bit of information which could justify Jon's blooming curiosity. Unfortunately; "He lives in Chelsea, I'm pretty sure?" (Sasha) "He's currently in a meeting. Honestly Jon, you'll be better off just sending an email. Now can I please get back to work?" (Rosie, probably lying about the meeting) "He actually lives here in the office. Set up a cozy little home away from home in one of the storage closets and sneaks out at night to raid the canteen. And he's having an affair with the assistant director of marketing." (Tim, definitely lying (but maybe a mind reader? Also, full of brilliant ideas for places Jon could maybe set up a cot whenever he needs to stay overnight)) Clearly, Jon would have to take matters into his own hands if he wanted answers. That was fine. It could be his own private little research project.

Jon liked to think that the entire thing had actually been quite reasonable, and that he had acted within the bounds of their pre-established relationship as employee and supervisor. Surely any rational person had to realize that nobody could possibly be that uninteresting. Anyone would be curious as to what dark secrets Bouchard his behind his well-tailored suits and polite, professional demeanor. … perhaps most rational persons would not meticulously record the movements, behavior, and daily appearance of their colleague in a discreet notebook (with annotations, color-coding, and graphs where appropriate), but Jon had always prided himself on his dedication to research and understanding. So far Jon had collected frustratingly little data. If Bouchard was hiding anything, it wasn't apparent from his schedule (see pages 8-13, figure 2.b), his eating habits (see page 22), or his lone plant (see page five, figure 1.c). His breaks did seem specially timed to avoid other people (and he appeared not to engage in many social behaviors generally), but he never acted irritated or otherwise unhappy to encounter one of his subordinates, so Jon wasn't entirely sure if it was deliberate avoidance or simple coincidence. Really, the only truly odd thing about him was his inexplicable interest in Jon. That very morning, for example, Bouchard had stopped by his cubicle for a fifteen minute discussion on the upcoming Annual Team Luncheon, an event Jon had never attended before (due to an annual migraine which coincidentally always happened to occur on the exact date of the luncheon), which Jon did not plan to attend, and which honestly sounded like some sort of violation of the Geneva Convention. The topic itself was not especially odd (small talk was an archaic tradition which had stubbornly clung on in every workplace Jon had ever set foot in), but Bouchard's low propensity for inter-office socialization combined with the fact that he had both chosen Jon specifically as his conversational partner was… highly suspicious. Most people who encountered Jon inevitably concluded that he was more effort than he was worth (an attitude Jon mostly appreciated).

And of course, there had also been their interaction two days ago, when Elias had paused briefly to inquire as to whether Jon would be staying late, and what he was working on, and if he might perhaps consider heading home soon because there was only so much overtime they could pay him. Or on Friday, when he had managed to hold two separate conversations with Jon where very little was said. Honestly, Jon somewhat suspected that Elias had spoken to him more in the past few weeks than he had spoken to any of their colleagues for the entire time Jon had been there to observe him. Most of Jon's notes were now dedicated to their interactions. From his cot in the unused storage room (which was indeed a good place to stay overnight, thank you Tim), he could jot down everything he recalled about their interaction; it had begun at 8:32 and had concluded at 8:47; the weather was warm and slightly humid, although the office interior remained at a comfortable 21 °C. Bouchard's shirt had been a nice, cool gray, which complemented the silver of his eyes. Jon (who had been busy digging for his favorite pen (the ink was a lovely deep green color, and it was usually kept on the left side of the top desk drawer, and Jon had no idea where else it could have possibly gone)) had settled on "irritation" as his tone, which Bouchard either had not noticed or had not cared enough to acknowledge. He had easily dominated the conversation, and Jon could admit in the sanctity of his research journal that his voice had been soothing enough to cool away some of Jon's annoyance. He wrote his conclusion: Subject behaved near-identically in tone, posture, body language, and apparent mood as he has in all previous communications. Subject displayed no strong thoughts or opinions on subject of discussion nor conversational partner. Interaction was pleasant but slightly dull, no new information discovered. It was almost exactly the same as every previous conclusion. Jon had to admit, so many months with so little progress was… discouraging. He shifted on the narrow mattress and winced when his movements aggravated his backache (which was surely unrelated to his frequent occupancy of the cot). It was becoming more and more apparent that the only possible solution was to do some actual, direct investigation. His first idea (break into Bouchard's office) seemed a tad far (also, he didn't know how to pick locks). His second idea (follow him home) seemed a stretch further than the previous one, and was perhaps best saved as a last resort. His third idea (something something computers? (perhaps "idea" was a bit generous)) would almost certainly require Sasha, who would have questions Jon couldn't answer. He flipped idly through his notes, half-skimming, half-thinking. It was only when his gaze landed on figure 2.b, Weekly Schedule of E. Bouchard, that he actually came up with something reasonable. Something actionable.

[hulloitsdani]

Hey so guess who did some Kiran expression work a while back and entirely forgot to post it

Welp better late than never. I would not consider this my gospel expression guide for them, but it was an important experiment in further understanding their face.

The format is wholehearted ripped from kitsuneisi's cuteguy and hotguy expression sheets. I will not directly tag out of the fear of being perceived, but please check out all of their lovely work. It's downright gorgeous.

Also here is a pupiled Kiran. As a treat.

[pjlotrkwt]

They kiss, while yapping about the things they like.

[scarapanna]

Hii. Just wanna ask a question about the project your working on. What was your favorite frame art piece or some frames that you like the most. Btw i love how expressive and the way it looks about some of it match the raw emotion :]

Ooh this is such a fun question!!!!

I'd say the ones I'm the most happy with are pages 1-4 and 5 as I haven't finished page 6 yet (since page 2 is the very first one I did)

Here's a preview of some of my favourite scenes in a randomly picked order

ALSO RAUGHHHH TYSM FOR THE KIND WORDS <33!! I adore working on unhinged expressions and will definetly not stop anytime soon dbfbd

[nano30cm]

im sure they all get along swimmingly

[todayisafridaynight]

barely four hours into the new month and im already silly

[cursedfortune]

I make it a point to mention the things Mortem has done to herself through willpower (a witch's natural source, it's not magic but minor reality altering through will) or forging spells (leaning into magic alongside of their will).

Naturally, Mortem can see energy based on the witch she developed into in her youth. Energy, in this instance, encompasses everything. Souls are energy, emotions, magic, natural forces (ex. fire), the potential of a person can be measured in energy. For Mortem, she sees it all constantly and narrows her view, reaching out to pluck specific strings and call upon what she's focusing on.

If she wanted, she could force her will upon another and reveal things related to whatever energy aspect she's touching upon. Generally, she doesn't. It's less fun to invade privacy like that. Especially when a lot of the time, impressions of memories come forth to the surface. Usually it's more vague and she intentionally keeps it that way unless she has to go deeper for one reason or another (and often with another's consent).

Seeing energy is something witches can do to some degree, but the extreme it is with Mortem is solely due to the kind of witch she became. Her core ability is energy manipulation (encompasses all those listed about and then some). While her will is enough to make this happen, she reinforced it via making a gate upon her chest. The tattoo that encompasses her entire chest is dedicated to keeping open at all times a gate into the veil where energy of all kinds courses. Magic especially, due to the spirits and fae that inhabit it. Because of this, Mortem can never unsee energy truly. She can minimize her range sometimes, she can kind of diminish the intensity of it, but it's never gone from sight. She has permanently altered her way of seeing to the point when enemies blind her she can track them with just as much ease.

Sometimes even more. Since her eyes were also altered so she could see better at night, during the daytime or around bright lights she can find her eyes aching far more. An ache that last even with her spell of regeneration being there to try and repair what is being affected.

I don't really have strong associations with wildlife when it comes to Mortem, critters that represent her. But it's not far off to say how she approaches energy isn't unlike a spider's web. Or her plucking the strings of an instrument. I usually prefer the latter to represent because an instrument is more fitting. When she taps into someone like that, they feel it resonate throughout their being usually. Unless she has reason to be discrete.

There are many times she'll cast an area of effect and curse everyone in the vicinity with fear. Reaching out and grabbing hold of the unsee strings of fear and giving them a yank collectively. Cursing discord upon a group of soldiers that decided to hunt her isn't uncommon.

This open channel with energy, however, does it make it difficult to be around a lot of people. Her time in war, marching with the armies, it was absolute hell. She's tuned into everything, everyone constantly. It's one thing if she chooses to dampen it, but most of the time (and especially then) she couldn't risk of not catching an enemy approach or ambush. Her vast range of sensing things is like a sonar system. Enemies can and have overwhelmed her with a sensory overload but that's all the more reason why her spell of regeneration was built to be constantly regenerating her body. If she's attacked, she recovers even when her consciousness and focus is under direct attack. If she can keep puppeteering her own body, she can adapt and overcome.

Like everything with what Mortem has done to herself, it all has consequences. Both in small and large ways. The witch hunters learn these and take advantage. She continues adapting, ensuring to make herself the challenge mortals need to face to not grow lazy reaching for their own potential. But she is also fallible. Mostly that's a temporary fallible, because it has to be, but one way to end Mortem is absolutely a one-shot insta-kill deal. So it has to be protected, she had to adapt to the threats of her world (and eventually, beyond).

Her core ability of this energy manipulation was already potent due to her will, but her reinforcing it with magic has led to the full scope of this.

[kindheartedgummybears]

you wanna know what??

I am

TIRED

of overmasculinized werewolves!!!!

I WANNA SEE A

WEREWOLF

WALKING AROUND IN A CVNTY LITTLE OUTFIT!!! WALKING THE STREETS!!!! DISEMBOWELING CREATURES!!!!

I WANNA SEE WEREWOLVES COVERED IN BLOOD AND GORE WHILE WEARING A SHORT SKIRT AND CROPTOP WITH HELLO KITTY ON IT!!!!

I WANNA SEE A WEREWOLF WALKING AROUND IN COTTAGE AND FAIRY AND PRINCESS CORE OUTFITS!!!!!! WITH A DEAD MANGLED RABBIT IN ITS MOUTH!!!!

AND MAKE THE WEREWOLF

D I S G U S T I N G ! ! !

[vodkacheesefries]

Me after seeing spoilers for the veto ceremony

[capricioussun]

What's the concept?? 👀

Idek how exactly to explain it? But basically utmv main three (UT, UF, US) except they're based off of...colour? Mostly. I fully intend to sketch the concepts I've gotten for everyone once I'm done w/ these comms but here's what I've got so far (possibly subject to change since I wrote this down in an unexpected flashbang of inspiration)

The color verse

Tale Flowey - based on coloring books

Tale Toriel - based on watercolor

Tale Sans - based on paint by numbers

Tale Papyrus - based on rainbow etch boards

Tale Grillby - based on felt work

Tale Undyne - based on tiedye

Tale Alphys - based on dry erase boards

Tale Mettaton - based on paper craft

Tale Asgore - based on etch-a-sketch

Fell Flowey - based on bubbles

Fell Toriel - based on fire opal

Fell Sans - based on geodes/turgite

Fell Papyrus - based on mood rings

Fell Grillby - based on oil iridescence

Fell Undyne - based on rose-veiled fairy wrasse

Fell Alphys - based on chameleons

Fell Mettaton - based on neochrome/bismuth

Fell Asgore - based on projections/reflections

Swap Temmie - based on light up plush

Swap Asgore - based on snow crystals

Swap Papyrus - based on lava lamps

Swap Sans - based on nightlights

Swap Alphys - based on static

Swap Undyne - based on infrared

Swap Napstabot - based on light boards

Swap Grillby - based on aurora borealis

Swap Toriel - based on disco balls

But like, please understand when I say I don't have the skill to do these justice it is not self deprecating, the visuals I got for some of these guys were just astounding, and I struggle so hard w/ colour and rendering hajfjfjskjdjs

This, of course, will not stop me from trying lol