#i think i might start coloring more stages to practice some more

[ravens-two]

PAC: How will 2024 be like for you?

This reading includes:

the general energy of 2024 for you

advice for the year

synchronicities and symbols for 2024

The extended reading includes:

the biggest blessings for this year

your elder futhark rune of the year

a little moodboard

Disclaimer: this is just for entertainment purposes, and as a pick-a-card reading it may not resonate for everyone.

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Pile 1

Knight of Swords, Ten of Pentacles, Knight of Pentacles

"Sometimes it seems that going is just too rough/And things go wrong no matter what I do"

Hello, pile 1, I get the feeling that 2023 didn't treat you that well. There's this feeling of coming out of chaos - the image you picked, your song, even the Knight of Swords seems to be fighting with a murder of crows. I truly get this sense that you come out of the old year almost battered and bruised, but absolutely fucking ready to make 2024 your year. Some of you are even a bit angry - it's that feeling right between anger and passion. I feel a sense of desperation here, it's like you need to get things right this time. For some of you I think that this is related to a relationship (be it romantic, a friendship, or even family), for others I think that this is more work/school related. The specific example that came to me is that you were supposed to finish your degree last year, but you couldn't for some reason and now you really need to whatever it takes to finish it. With the Ten of Pentacles here I see you being successful with whatever this might be for you, even if you have a lot of work ahead of you.

In general, this is a year for acquiring knowledge. If that's your thing I see you reading a lot, maybe even getting into the classics. Maybe that's something that you've always wanted to do, but never had the time. Even if you're not much of a reader I still get the feeling that you'll be reading more this year, it could even be for your job or school. For others of you I see you learning or mastering a language. I have a very specific message that someone is learning a language that is related to their family. It's like, maybe your family immigrated from Italy, let's say, and you never learned Italian, I see you learning it this year. No matter what this is about, this year is all about learning - practical things and life experience too! And I see you having a lot of experiences this year. I see that some of you are coming out of your shell and trying out new things. Going out more, making new friends, exploring new places, that sort of thing.

I also think that this is a year where you will be working on your goals. If you've been dreaming about a promotion or getting into a certain university I see you starting to plan for it and working towards your goals. The vibe is like moving on from the dreaming stage to the acting stage. If you're into manifestation this is also a message for that. Your manifestations are starting to become "real".

Advice: the biggest advice for you this year pile 1, is to put in the work. You need to find a way to keep yourself motivated (this is also a year of learning discipline) and do the work. It doesn't matter if it's hard or boring or that you don't feel like it. It's time to take charge of your life and do the work to become who you want to become. This even applies to relationships, you can't expect to have ride or die friends, for example, if you're not ready to be ride or die for them as well. I wonder if your rune will be Gebo, because this is definitely that give and take energy. You will get exactly what you put in. Take advantage of that pile 1. I also need to note though, that you shouldn't run yourself into the ground. Rest when you need to and take care of yourself. Also, eat well, pile 1! It's time to create better/healthier eating habits.

Synchronicities: clouds, the sun, the color blue, lipstick stains on glass, 15th of April, 111, 555, butterflies, pearls, snow, pine trees

Pile 2

Four of Cups, Three of Cups, Ace of Swords

"All the things that I ran from/I now bring as close to me as I can"

Pile 2, the biggest vibe for you for this 2024 is that you will finally be able to reframe your life and find joy in the little things. You are moving on from the dissatisfaction that comes from constantly imagining something better and learning to be present in the moment and appreciate things as they are. Instead of constantly looking to the side and imagine life as you wish it could be, you will start to love the life you have. There's a sense of being responsible for your own fate here. Like pile 1, if you want change you need to change. This seems more internal though. You are changing your way of thinking, your unconscious bias, working with your shadow basically. Honestly, I am really proud of you pile 2. This is so hard to do, yet so rewarding as well. This is also the year that you stop running. Instead of avoiding your problems/responsibilities you now know that you need to confront you or they will never stop chasing you.

I also see a big focus both on relationships and honoring your feelings. I think that instead of focusing on work like the previous pile, this year your focus is on building stronger relationships with your loved ones and spending time together with them. Enjoying life in the company of others basically. I actually heard the expression "dolce fare niente", which is basically "the pleasure of doing nothing". I think that this is also something that you are embracing. Being able to do nothing, just sitting with your loved ones and watch the world around you. I'm also picking up that one of your goals is spending less time on social media - and one of the advantages will be that you no longer feel the need to compare yourself and your life to other people.

When it comes to honoring your feelings, you will be able to enforce better boundaries, even with yourself. You will learn that if you don't feel comfortable in a certain situation you can leave. Allowing yourself to say no. Again, a year of change, self-development and self-care. Again, congratulations pile 2, this will be hard but so good for you.

Advice: your advice here is to keep an open mind. Don't be too quick to judge yourself or others and take the time to see a situation from various points of view. Your mind will be quite sharp this year and I feel like you'll need it. Be ready to receive divine inspiration. Again, open yourself to new ideas and different ways to see something. I see that some of you are artists, for those of you this is especially important for your art. If you feel like your art isn't "right" at the moment that's the problem. You need to study a different art movement, put yourself in another character's shoes, to turn your whole world upside down and re-learn how to function in it. Also, try to be as truthful as possible, because I get the feeling that any lies that you tell this year might come back to bite you in the ass.

Synchronicities: roses, the moon, the color red, lip gloss, moon charms, the sea, sunsets, tuxedo cats, angels, wings, 18th of June, 888, 434, carnations

Pile 3

World, Hierophant, Three of Pentacles

"No stop signs/Speed limit/Nobody's gonna slow me down"

Pile 3, no one can stop you in 2024. You know exactly what you want and how to get there. I get the feeling that this is a year of achievements for you. Some of you are finishing high school or university. Others are getting their first job or a promotion. Whatever it is, the effort that you put in the past year(s) is paying off and you are seeing the fruits of your labour this year. Your energy is very Capricornian, this might actually be your zodiac sign, but not necessarily. If you have a plan for something that you want to accomplish this year, I can tell you right now that it's probably going to be very successful. I'm even seeing that someone or a couple of people here might go viral? Or at least, you will be very talked about in your community/school/city. You will be known for something that you are doing/will be doing this year. You're getting recognition for your work basically. I advise you to check your natal charts, because I feel like your 10th house use being activated this year. 

I'm getting a very specific message that some of you are learning how to take advantage of a strong hierarchical system. I'm getting two very different things here. For some of you this seems related to activism. You're learning how to use the current power structure to do your activism and to make changes. It almost feels like you're exploiting it, but in a good way. For others, this seems more related to work, maybe even school, but it seems more like a workplace environment. And basically you're doing the same thing, you're using the rules to your advantage. Instead of feeling bound by them and wanting to "destroy" them you're finally learning how to get what you want by following them. This is really intriguing. For others, this is more about learning discipline, and how useful it can be for your life. Whilst for others it's about building a better relationship with power structures and people in power. You might have some trauma with people in power and you'll be making positive headway on it during this year. 

For those of you that are learning a skill - I actually got witchcraft for some of you - this year you're getting into the "classics". Basically what I mean by this is that instead of making things up as you go, you're going to try a different approach and try to learn the theory. Again, for the magick example, instead of experimenting and doing things your own way you might pick a up a book about the history of magick or about magickal theory. I also see that some of you are traveling as well!

Advice: pile 3, it's time to learn how to ask for help. You are not a burden to other people and must of the time they will actually be delighted to help you, because it means that you trust them and believe in their skills. Ask for help with personal things and also in your work! There's no shame in not knowing something or not being 100% sure on how to do something. I see that you guys are very perfectionist and you might have felt that you need to always rely on yourself, but that's not the truth. It can actually be beneficial for you to ask for help and to ask questions in your workplace. Also, pile 3, you also need to learn how to work in a team. I feel like you will be prompted to do this a lot this year, almost as a test. I know that you're super capable and maybe your work would be better if you did it all by yourself, but the truth is maybe you'll get something completely original and different by working with other people.

Synchronicities: rainbows, the color gold, marigolds, flower crowns, mushrooms, snakes, snake tattoos, 24th of August, September, fairy rings, fairies, 555, 222, the desert

Pile 4

Six of Pentacles, Eight of Swords, Magician

"You're not mean, you're just born to be seen"

Pile 4, I immediately get the feeling that you're very good at giving, but not that good at taking. It's almost like you feel guilty, as if you were never good enough, so you need to give much more than what you are allowed to take. This is what's changing for you this year. You'll start to realize that you are allowed to receive as much as you give, and start to have a better dynamic in your relationships. This could be due to childhood trauma or a toxic relationship that did some damage to your self-esteem. But, this year you'll start to see yourself for who you truly are. I also see you enforcing better boundaries and starting to say no when you really don't feel like/can't do something.

Be careful when signing any contracts this year, because you might miss something important that could potentially get you in trouble. If it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Also, don't let people pressure you into being generous. The specific example I'm getting is like someone approaching you and being way too nice, sharing a lot of life details and expecting you to do the same. Just because they shared those things, and they seem nice, it doesn't mean you have to do the same - especially if it gives you a weird feeling.

I also think that you have been feeling stuck in your life for a while now, it could be related to work or your health mainly. I see that some of you this is specifically about mental health. But, in 2024 you will begin to see that you aren't actually stuck. There's always something that you can change, even if it's your perspective on something. Don't let your intrusive thoughts dictate your life, this is especially for my people with anxiety and OCD. You aren't your thoughts. Your thoughts are not you. The first step towards freedom is being able to see the facts. You're taking stock of your life, of yourself, and taking the first steps towards freedom this year. I see that this is also going to be a year of big changes for you, pile 4. Like pile 2, this is mostly about internal changes. Just like I told pile 2, I'm very proud of you pile 4. Changing the way you think and see the world is not an easy thing.

Advice: the biggest advice for you this year is to get back your power. Realize that you are the only one who is in control of your life. Sure, we all operate under specific circumstances and those are difficult to change, but what you do in those circumstances is only up to you. Don't let anyone step over you or tell you that you are not good enough. That couldn't be further from the truth. Recognize your power, your skills, your beauty and don't let anyone take it from you. This is a year of gaining independence.

Synchronicities: solar eclipse, glitter, city lights, clocks, feathers, night sky, "sky full of song" by Florence + the Machine, 666, 888, 3rd of March, rain, heart charms

[zer0wzs]

IDOL

[ gn!reader ] wherein jason becomes the rockstar's gf jason todd x rockstar!reader wc: 1432

AN :: there is an mcr and a fob reference here and both keep staring at me like a sore thumb

For a split second, your mind wanders off. Suddenly, you’re thinking about how you didn’t have a clue as to how Jason puts up with you.

Between the late-night practices and you cooping yourself in the studio all day, You feel like you don’t give him enough of your time. Somehow, though, he pushes through, and he makes it work. He meets you halfway. He said he wouldn’t trade you and your dreams for the world. 

He’s funny. You love him.

Your mind snaps back to where you once were—on the stage. You feel a ringing in your head as you feel heat radiating off your body. The colorful lights blind you. Your shoulders hurt like hell from the weight of the guitar, and you feel winded as your lack of breath control and the previous song had knocked all the air out of you.

Despite all your qualms, though, you love doing this. The adrenaline courses through your blood and comes a rush you find for almost every night. 

“Alright! You guys having fun so far?” The crowd cheers, buzzing with energy and alcohol in their veins. 

You skim over through the faces in front of you. Some are ones you’ve seen before. They tend to attend your sets regularly, but many, though, were faces you didn’t recognize. 

Most of all, however, you see Jason with a friend by his side, quickly catching your brief gaze on him. He stands right beside the platform of the tiny performing venue. He gives you a nod with a straight face. 

You feel a surge of excitement just from his gaze on you, and you feel that energy course through your blood.

“Keep that energy up! We’re not finished just yet!” 

As your bandmates adjust their effects, retune their instruments, and do one last mixing of sound for your closer, you regain your sense of clarity amongst the smell of booze that lingers throughout the venue. You shortly shot Jason a smile and a nod before readjusting your mic and redirecting your focus to the crowd.

“Now, before we sign off, I wanna thank you all for seeing us tonight. I really hope you guys enjoyed our set.” The crowd quiets down, almost dead. You take it as a sign to get it going again. “But come on now—let’s get this on!”

You breathe in once, breathe once out. It’s the first time you’re debuting this song. You rehearsed for this, but you doubt it's enough. You're scared you’ll blank out in the middle of the song, then fill it with random riffs. You’re scared you’ll sing the demo version and forget your final. You’re scared you might just not do the song any justice.

It’s the final song of the final night of your tour. You were not in the mood to mess this up.

Yet you pause for a moment. How much more in love could you be? Because suddenly, your thoughts are filled with him to calm yourself.

You catch him in the corner of your eyes once more, and you faintly hear a ‘Woo!’ from his direction.

Hell, this final song is about him.

He’s heard it, but he has no idea that you’re playing it tonight.

“Do you want to live forever?” You ask the crowd as the instruments start to set themselves up. “Sing this with me then.”

The song gradually swells, with the drums and bass starting out the song, looping the intro for a few rounds before the guitars join in. You harmonize with the main melody of the song, making up riffs as you go.

You feel yourself building the song, getting into the zone, and even doing a call and response because why the hell not? 

Before you let the performance take over, you quickly slip in a “This one’s for him. Hi, Jay.” You look in his direction and wave.

He’s awestruck, enchanted.

You see him quickly follow your gaze and smile. You seem to have caught him off-guard. You’re sure he’s picked up on the instruments and the vocals. He’s smart, far smarter than you. You’re sure he knows what you’re about to play.

The song ends as fast as it starts. You forget that sometimes when you perform on stage, it’s like you’re on autopilot. This was precisely that, but in the best way possible. You feel your body carry the work while your mind can sit back and watch the scene. For a split second, you even ran closer to the crowd during the final break to hold them, grab on your arm.

Everything had passed by so quickly that you couldn’t even register that it was over. Not until the crowd began to mellow down, but not without an applause.

“Thank you all so much!” You smiled and waved goodbye before your roadies rushed to the stage to gather your equipment.

You look over to the side to find Jason. He’s gone, but that’s more than alright. You figured he rushed to help with fixing the equipment, seeing his size and all. It’s something he often does when he watches your shows.

You feel your throat run dry. Maybe it’s time to steep some tea.

You high-five your bandmates before exiting the stage.

—

You didn’t quite grapple with the reality of just how exhausted and thirsty you were until you stepped off the stage. The world felt more than just shaky, so you found yourself leaning over some table in the back, chugging as much water as you could. The tea can wait.

You could faintly hear your bandmates hyping each other up and giving each other even more high fives. You stood by the sidelines, watching them and laughing at their antics. God knew you were too drained to even think about joining them.

Still, by the corner of your eye, you see a tall figure standing next to you. 

You’re always more than happy to talk to him.

“Well, hi, you.” You greeted, happy to see him.

In great contrast to your bubbly self, your boyfriend was more… frozen. He was silent, just looking at you with the biggest smile on his face. It wasn’t the first time he’d watched you play live, so you figured that the debut of the song was what made him so giddy at this moment.

As he stood there before you, you saw him in better lighting for the first time tonight after your show. You saw the sweat perspiring from his forehead to his neck and the sweat collected on his shirt. You basked in the light that framed his face from the side, but it accentuated those bright eyes of his. You take note of that smile that he’d been wearing even before your show. It only seemed to grow bigger as the night passed by. 

Fuck, he really is beautiful. You think you may not ever get enough of him.

Finally, after a few moments of radio silence, he spoke. “Shit, babe.”

“Uhuuuh?” You found yourself giggling at him.

He’s really cute. You’re in love with him.

“You guys were amazing. I can’t believe my partner is a rockstar.” Practically stars in his eyes.

“Why, thank you.” You felt yourself warming up to the hand that finds your cheek.

“You also played the song!” The hand holding your head up gently tenses with his excitement. You can’t help but laugh at him.

“Yes, we did.”

“Your closer’s always Saturday. Why’d you guys change it?”

That’s for many reasons. For one, you wanted this final night to be special. It was the last date of your best-selling tour yet. You had to do something else.

Then again, you could’ve chosen any other song that hasn’t or even rarely gets played live.

“Well, it’s not always you watch my shows—with your whole thing and our usual tour dates and locations—so I really wanted to do something special.” You hummed, leaning further into his touch. ”It’s almost your birthday anyway.”

“My birthday is still in, like, three months.” 

You shrug. “It’s never too early to celebrate.”

“That’s the length of an entire season, quierde. I think it’s still early.”

“That means there’s only more gifts to come, yeah?” He half-heartedly murmurs something in agreement. 

There's a comfortable silence between the two of you.

“Love?” You called.

“Hmmm?”

You got on your tiptoes, balancing your weight on his shoulders, and gave him a peck on the lips, yet as you set yourself down, you felt him sweep you off your feet to return the kiss.

Your tea can wait a little longer.

[scholastic-dragon]

Hiii can i get a headcanon on how fast the bayverse turtle boys gain a crush on someone? Thank youu!

Oooo this is fun, I put the turtles in order from fast to slow!

Raphael

I know it's sounds surprising but I feel like raph is really easy when it comes to crushes

He just likes people

Like he's so fascinated by them, that when someone new comes around, he kinda gets attached

With crushes it's more physical stuff he's attracted too: your hair whether it be long or short. The color or your eyes. Any and all accessories you wear daily. Your height, are you super short or tall when compared to him?

Now, raph crushing is easy, but falling in love, that's when his walls go up

After about a month or so, when the friendship doesn't go anywhere or the person just doesn't have a fun personality, the crush kinda simmers away

But, if you prove to him that you value him as a friend, that's when you're in for it

If you stand up for him or his brothers in front of people that'll get you some extra Raphie points

If you can take his angry jabs and throw them right back at him, even more points

Then the physical stuff doesn't matter, he spends every moment learning everything he can about you

When this stage happens, he thinks it's just a strong crush, but no, it's the early stages of love <3

Donnie

(Look at his cute little smile in the picture!!!)

This might also be a shock, but Donnie is also very quick to get a crush

Well not quick, he's very picky when it comes to any possible romantic partner

He's a 'friends to lovers' kinda guy, ya know

But if you come down to the lair often, and always make a point to visit and check in with him, he'll start to get happy by your visits

If you bring him food or coffee (just the way he likes it) something clicks in his brain

Like the way you're taking care of him suddenly makes him realize how sweet and caring you are

How warm and bright your eyes are. How enviting your smile is. Have you always had those dimples on your cheeks?

Like Raph, if you show him how much he means to you and how much you value your friendship, it'll make his heart skip a beat

He'll be reserved with his feelings for quite a bit, scoping out your movements to see if they're just friendly or if it's something more

In the meantime, he's happy to just sit with you and learn all about you

Mikey

At a shocking third place we find Mikey

Now, you may think Mikey gets crushes easy, but no, no no no, those are not crushes and feelings, that's admiration

He admires humans, all humans, all traits, literally everything

In the first movie he had a bit of a "crush" on April, that was simply because she was new, she was a girl, and actually took the time to get to know him and his family

But that crush quickly went away before the second movie

Mikey admires people, but there are certain ones that catch his attention.

Your hobbies and your job are the most interesting things about you to Mikey, he thinks they say a lot about a person

If you share hobbies he'll try to do them with you, but if not he's happy to listen anyway or watch silently

And then if you show interest in his hobbies.....!!!!!!!

Very few people actually bother to get to know the real Mikey, the Mikey behind all the funny faces and jokes, but if you put in that effort, he's practically head over heels for you in that very moment

You have to show him that you care about who is his not what he is

Once you do that you're in

Leo

Hardest to impress and hardest to keep, Mr. Fearless himself

He's not very trusting of people, he can be a bit of a negative Nelly when it comes to new people

He constantly thinks everyone is out to get his family and is going to turn them in the second they get a chance

So if you manage to actually get past all those walls, now starts the friendship stage

It takes Leo a while to form romantic feelings so it's a slow burn

But when you show him how much you care for his family (maybe getting Splinter tea, or playing games with Mikey, or working out with Raph and helping Donnie clean up his lab) he'll start to let his walls down

He's a bit of a dumbass and won't try to make a move because he is scared shitless that he'll make you uncomfortable

But when your attention suddenly goes from his brothers to him, he's thrown through a loop

He already knows everything about you, and now he sees just how amazing you are

Show him how much he and his family means to you and you'll have him eating out of the palm of your hand

tags: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @post-apocalyptic-daydream @happymoonangel @mysticboombox @sharpwindow @dilucsflame33 @strawberrycakeblog @sketch-and-write-lover

[intuitive-divinations]

Abundance is coming your way! 🤑🥴

We’re going to look at what area of your life is going to be abundant and how to tap in to it. Happy New Moon in Taurus 🐮. 🤍

✨ Pick - a - picture ✨

Take a few breaths in and out and use your intuition.

Picture 1

Lovers, Ace of coins, Lovers (again), 9 of cups

Currently your life is balancing and readjusting your relationships. 🏋️‍♀️ The universe is making space for more people in your life. Your abundance definitely feels like it’s linked to your network 🌐. Right now you’re being brought support to help you with your desires. I pulled the lovers TWICE for this pile. Someone who really loves you wants to help you accomplish your goals 🫂. This pile is for my entrepreneurs! You’ll be surprised when these offers come to you. It feels like your in the beginning stages of your manifestations 🌱 . Maybe you haven’t been feeling to confident about your plans due to not having people to hype you up. Have faith, there is no other option but for you to succeed. Soon you’ll be shown how much you’re loved and how much people want to invest in you 💵 . Keep your heart open and allow yourself to attract the help you need. You know exactly what you want, all you need is a little help to get there. To attract your abundance faster, you could practice gratitude and write out how amazing you’ll feel once your abundance has arrived ✍️ . I’m also seeing that you should try breathing exercises 🧘‍♀️ . 666 could be significant and your heart chakra💚.

Picture 2

Page coins, 4 of cups, 4 of wands, 7 of coins

In this moment you’re rethinking your manifestations. You thought you knew for sure what you wanted but something is causing you to rethink things 💭 . A job you have right now could not be serving you properly. You might have thought this job was a good idea but now things seem different, potentially even boring/stagnant🥱. On the other hand, some of you might be working a job that is way too demanding and is a source of depression for you😨. Others might think that what you want may be unattainable or unusual but that’s exactly why you should choose yourself and do what you want. The cards are saying to manifest the things in your life that will bring you the most joy and happiness 🌞 . Don’t betray your heart. Your life’s journey will never feel like work and money will never be a source of sorrow once you follow your desires. Make your own path regardless of what others think 👑 . 444 could be significant as well as insects 🐜 🕷️ 🐞.

Picture 3

Queen of wands, Queen of cups, 4 of swords, Ace of swords

Wow! Right now there’s so much expansion. My third eye chakra feels like it’s vibrating. 🥴 Omg I see your abundance coming alongside the expansion of your intuition 👁️. Now is a really beneficial time for you to retreat from the outer world for awhile and expand your inner world. You’ll feel this new moon enhance your mind and spirituality 🌚 . Nurture and cultivate your skills. You’re life is going to start reflecting to you how important it is for you to value your spiritual abilities. Investing in practicing your “clairs” (clairvoyance, clairsentience, clairaudience, etc) will speed up the arrival of your abundance🔮 . You are a natural at the occult. You’re being led to explore more spiritual/ metaphysical things👻. Dark blue/purple colors and jewelry could be significant. I heard “you’re transforming right now”. You’ll soon be flowing through life effortlessly. This is a truly beautiful energy! 🦋

Thanks so much ! 😽

[valiantsuitcaseskellington]

Weeping Siren

Inspired by this post, but not the same thing.

Had this amazing idea I couldn't let go.

So basically, Danny's home world was destroyed, and none of his friends or family are alive or even dead with him. I'm not sure what caused thus but probably some sort of dumb GIW plot. This act also damages, but not destroy, the ghost zone/infinite realms.

Danny becomes the ghost king, sure he might have a bit of paper work, but in this story the main job of the ghost king is to keep the ghost zone working/safe, and even protect it should he have to. Because the ghost zone is damaged, he spends most of his time feelings himself through the ghost zone and fixing areas, maybe this is why the Lazarus pits exist?

Anyways, since Danny's always stressed and is grieving/will always grief his home, the ghosts always feel the sorrow of their great king, whom they all grow protective of, and who they greatly love and appreciate.

Danny takes to singing to relieve stress, help him pass the time, and even let him grief in a safe way. Despite this and the love of his people, being in the ghost zone and effectively working even when he can sleep, it all starts getting to him. So he starts performing his songs to the ghosts, telling his stories, his wishes, his love and grief, what he wishes could've happened, and what he hope WILL happen, all through his songs.

Yet he is still in the ghost zone, and so the ghost suggests he performs to the many dimensions and universes that the ghost zone is connected to, it is infinite after all.

And so he does.

From here the ghost king gains a reputation for being a great, yet sad king. A being that could destroy dimensions without trying being in perpetual grief. His stage name becomes the Weeping Siren.

It continues like this.

My idea come from a story where the JL see Constantine being excited/ecstatic for once. They ask what's up and John says the Weeping Siren is going to perform in their universe soon, and he's excited to attend.

One thing leads to another and John or Zatanna convince the other members to join, or the other way around, the JL convinces the two to take them. Either way they tell the JL time and space and everything stops for those who attend, so there are no consequences, and everyone can have a chance to join. And they want the JL beings from different dimensions and universe will most likely be attending as well.

If you want to go even crazier you can add different versions of the Justice league or those they know, like many different versions of Jason Todd attend and things like that.

I imagine it like a bar/dinner kinda vibe, with a stage that Danny steps on to. He's obviously going to be dressed androgynously, and it's hard to say if he seems more ghost or human, as his forms have long since practically merged with eachother. Sure he could shift more to one of his sides, but he accepts hes both, so he becomes both.

Danny sings songs, even the happier songs have a wisp of sorrow or longing in them.

A song I'd add is Nobody by Mitski. Idk why, but it resonates with me, and I think It'd resonate with this Danny.

This danny totally wears dresses, and i imagine he wears darker colors, more blacks with chains, as well as have glasses that look perscripting perched on his head like you would sunglasses. With a certain flower in his hair. Nods to Tucker and Sam. Yes he wears pants and combat boots popular my many world's men. He'd wear biker gloves and all in all he'd change up his outfits, wearing a multitude of different things popular of both genders. Yet the flower, the dark colors, those glasses, they always stay consistent.

[vanfleeter]

Show Me (2) // DRW

Characters: Danny x Fem!reader Warnings: Where do I begin? 18+ no exceptions. Sex, penetrative sex, cock riding, use of a vibrator, mentions of using other toys, mentions of anal (m!receiving), fingering. Let me know if I missed anything, because I probably did.

@gvfpal I hope I did better than the first part.

You whimper at the feeling of Danny removing his fingers from inside of you. “Don’t fret beautiful.” He says as he crawls off the bed. You watch him as he walks over to the dresser, his cock practically begging for some relief but he won’t give it to himself until he gives you the pleasure first.

He opens the top of his dresser and pulls out a box. You recognize the purple color because it’s the one he was adamant about keeping a secret from you. He said it was something for you but wouldn’t allude to any hints of what it could be. Though considering the situation you’re in at the moment gives ways to ideas of what it could possibly be.

Opening the box, he pulls out a long silicone dildo. “Vibrator.” He corrects you as he crawls back onto the bed.

“So basic.”

He chuckles. “I told you I’d start you out slow, didn’t I?”

—

Yes, he did tell you that weeks ago when you kept asking him what he had in mind. You had done your own research on what toys were out there and fantasized about which one is his favorite to use. He nearly choked on his coffee one day when you asked if he ever used a pocket pussy.

“What the fuck is that?” He says. “A travel size pussy?”

“I guess so. A male equivalent to a vibrator.”

“Fuck, babe. How did you even find that?”

“I may have done a little searching.” You say as you climb onto the counter.

“You, my dear, are going to be the death of me.”

You shrug your shoulders. “You made the mistake of saying you’d show me things.. So I thought I’d get acquainted with what some of them might be.”

“And suddenly a pocket pussy is what you wanted to ask me about?”

You nod your head. “Wanted to know if it felt at all similar to a real one.”

“It is nowhere near being similar to a real one.”

Your eyebrows raised as your curiosity peaked. “So you have used one.”

He shoves his finger in your face. “One time and I never used it after.”

“Do you still have it?”

He shakes his head. “Wasn’t mine to begin with.” He says before taking a drink of coffee.

“No?”

“Uh uh..” He says. “Jake’s..” Your jaw falls open and he chuckles. “Don’t be so surprised. The man can’t last long not being able to fuck his girlfriend while we’re on tour. I mean, have you seen him on stage?”

“Oh well-”

“Don’t answer that.” He says pointing his finger at you again. Your interest peaks as you think about him desperate and needy and seeking refuge inside of a plastic toy. “Only once did I use it.”

“Did it feel good?”

He peers at you over the rim of his coffee mug. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because I want to know who’s better. Mine or the pocket pussy.”

“Are you jealous of a toy that I used once?” He asks as he sets his coffee down on the counter.

“I am not jealous of a plastic toy,” You say, placing your hand on your chest and shaking your head. “I am curious.”

“Mmhmm, right..” He says as he slides in between your legs. He was still in his boxers whilst you were only clad in an oversized t-shirt that revealed a lot more to him as he spread your legs apart. “You need to stop exploring and fantasizing about me using a vibrator.”

“Have you used anything other than Jake’s pocket pussy to get yourself off?”

“Well..” He says chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Daniel Robert Wagner.. Have you..” He sheepishly nodded his head. “Oh my god..”

“I was drunk and curious.”

“Daniel..” You playfully hit his chest. “You naughty boy.” You say before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you. “Would you use one on me?” You felt his clothed cock twitch against your naked center. “Oh, you would.”

“It’s the most basic toy out there.” He says. “Plus I want to start you out slow and teach you how to use it on yourself when I’m gone and you’re the desperate one.”

“Want to show me now?” You says before kissing him. Biting into his lower lip, he groans and digs his fingers into your waist.

“I don’t have one here.” He says after your release his lip.

“I didn’t mean a vibrator.” You says as you unwrap your arms around his neck and move your hands down to his boxers. You slip your hands beneath the waistband and softly grip his length.

Pulling your hands from his boxers, he places them on the counter before freeing himself. He pushes your shirt up to your waist and pulls you to the edge of the counter. He lines himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing himself inside of you. He moans and rests his head on you shoulder as he allows you time to adjust to the stretch from his cock. Once he feels you relaxing, he pulls back out then pushes back in.

He fucks into you at a steady pace, his hands spread out on your back as he keep you upright. Suddenly you feel him pull out of you before picking you up off the counter and carrying you over to the couch. He sits down with you straddling his waist.

“Ride me..” He says. “You’re so beautiful when you do.” You lift yourself up on your knees and line yourself up with his dick before sinking down onto it. He hums and lays his head back against the couch. “Oh yeah.. You feel so good.”

You begin lifting yourself and falling back down, creating that friction and pleasureful sensation again. “Do you.. Fuck.. Do you have to show me how to use a vibrator?” You say. “I like yours so much better.”

He scoffs. “Yes, I do.” He brings his hand down between you two and rubs circles into your clit. Your head falls backwards as a moan falls from your mouth. “Gotta learn how to use it for when I’m not here…” He groans and lets his head fall back again. “Unless.. You think–oh fuck, I’m close–You think you can survive… Oh.. Without me…”

You can feel him twitch and pulse inside of you on the verge of releasing. The hair on his thighs combined with his finger rubbing circles into your clit is enough to bring you to your own. Both of you hit your climax, you coating him while he spills inside of you. You fall forward against his chest, both of you breathing heavily.

“Think you could survive without me?” He questions as he runs his fingers through your hair. You shake your head and he laughs. “I thought so..”

You pick up your head. “So if I have to use the vibrator to get off while you’re away, does that mean you’ll have to use the pocket pussy again?”

“If I get my own.” He says shrugging his shoulders. “It just doesn’t really cut it.”

“Mmm, so I am better.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yes baby, you are better.”

—

Climbing in between your legs, he switches the vibrator on and gently ghosts it over your center. The soft touch of the vibrations forces your body to jolt. “I’ve barely touched you..” He chuckles. “And I thought I was better.”

“Shut up Danny.” You seethe, gripping at the sheets as he nudges the tip of the plastic penis through your entrance. “Oh Danny..” You moan.

“Never have a been so jealous of a plastic penis.” He laughs. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You force your eyes open to look at him. He’s on his knees between your legs and gently guiding the toy further into you. “You would know, wouldn’t you?” You tease, letting a smirk cover your face.

His shoulders shake as he laughs. “You won’t ever let me leave that down, will you?”

“Never..”

He hums and nods his head. “Okay, fair enough.” He says before shoving the vibrator full inside of you. By now you could feel the vibrations at every inch of your body. Your knuckles are so white from gripping the sheets to tightly. The sensation soon becomes unbearable as he starts a pace of pulling out and pushing it back in. “Now how do you feel? Feel like cumming?”

You eagerly nod your head. “Danny, please..”

“Gonna keep poking fun at me?”

You shake your head, your back arching as the impending orgasm creeps closer. “Danny!” You cry out.

He pumps the vibrator inside of you a few times before pulling it out and quickly replacing it with himself. You can still feel the lingering vibrations as he thrusts deep inside of you. You can’t hear him praising you while you ride out your orgasm. His words completely washed out by the blood rushing to your head. You feel his hand, completely flatten and spread out along your chest, slowly slide down between your breasts and stops right on top of your pelvis area.

“That’s my girl,” You finally hear his voice. “I fill you up so nicely.” He grabs one of your hands and places where his was, his hand resting on top. “Do you feel that?” He says as he presses your hand down. “Feel me so deep.”

“Danny..” You moan.

“Mmm, you like the feel of that, don’t you?” He says. “Already onto your second orgasm when I haven’t reached my first..” He leans down to kiss you, never ceasing his movements. “Give it to me baby..” He says, keeping your hand firmly pressed to your pelvis. “There you are.” He breathes as the second wave crashes over you.

As you slowly come down from your orgasm, you feel him releasing inside of you as he reaches his. His body stiffens and he cries out your name and collapses onto your chest. He releases your hand and you pull it up to rest inside of his curls. Once his breathing slows, he lifts his head to look at you.

“Yeah.. I think you’ll be just fine without me while I’m away.” He smiles and places a kiss to your chest. “You did so good.”

“So next time, I get to use it on you.”

You feel his hand collide with the side of your ass. “I’ll think about it.”

[ofnightshadeandthornyroses]

Of Those That are Sanguinary    Pt.1

Eager to shed blood; bloodthirsty.

The Lost boys x fem! reader

A night on the boardwalk is what you needed.

Endless hours and constant double shifts at the diner you worked was making you waste away. Your boss was okay enough but the clientele wasn't guaranteed and you're coworkers – to put it kindly – are mostly cunts.

The diner's closed down for a gas leak and now with a few days off you get to finally come down and get to enjoy the veiw the diner over looks up close and personal.

A veiw you have yet to even bare witness to since you moved here.

You didn't know where to go or what to do first. There were so many stores, stalls, rides, and shows. You just might be here your whole time off. One might compare you to a kid in a candy shop with the way you went around the shops and stalls, looking and trying things out. At one stall you found a metal bat broach with red gems for eyes. When trying to look at the others you just couldn't get that bat off your mind and got it. It looking good with your patch jacket was a plus. After checking some jewelry stands and acquiring some more accessories you head to one of the many food stands near the stage and grab ice cream. Going to the railing to hopefully enjoy your sweet bovine tweet with a show, you're suddenly stopped. Its one of the surf nazis that would would sometimes poke around the  diner.

"Well hello~, didn't know you could dress up so...nice." He says as his eyes rake over your mesh shirt over your bra with your patch jacket zipped only just under. You could practically feel slime from his gaze go over your shorts and fishnets and into your boots. You smiled sickeningly sweet at him, "and I didn't know you made such a great wall."

You go to move a round but he follows. You feel like something else is watching you. "Hey come on. Ditch the ice cream," he leans in and grabs his dick through his pants, " I have something else creamy for ya."

You smile again though this time now thoroughly pissed. "You know you're mighty pretty." you place your curved finger under his chin "I wonder, if I cut you open would your insides would reflect it?"

You bring out your switch blade and poke the case into his gut, thumb above the trigger.

His face screws up, suddenly perplexed. He starts backing up hands raised, but he's ruined your little state of bliss and now you're gonna fuck with him.

"Whoa baby I didn't mean anything. I was-"

"What's wrong baby I thought you wanted to play? Me thinks red might be your color."

"Crazy bit-" You press the trigger, your blade shooting out though not touching him due to the distance he's so conveniently created. It has the desired effect though as the sleez ball quickly walks away.

Now satisfied and in a better mood you practically skip to the railing and sit on it quick to lick the drippings of your now slightly melted ice cream.

You hear them before you see them. The sound of chains and laughter building off of eachother tunes you in and tunes you out of the show currently on stage. You try and ignore it, focus on the blaring music and head bangers, but the sound behind you kept pulling at your mind.

The sound of melodic laughing in different ranges blending together, chains clinking, and leather rubbing together created a sort of siren song that wouldn't get out of your head. You finally spare a glance behind you and see the four infamous bikers of the Santa Carla Boardwalk. Three were playing and pushing eachother around while the other would join with a chuckle and words, deciding instead to walk with a cool stride.

You don't know when your glance turned into a stare but at some point you locked eyes with baby blue. And now they're moving towards you. Oh to everything unholy they're moving towards you!

You're stuck in your spot looking at baby blues and they're about fifteen feet away when five groupies seemed to spawned and stalled them enough for you to get out of your trance like state and find an exit.

Down two sets of stairs left you leaning on a pillar under the boardwalk wondering what the hell just happened. Your heart feels like it's going to pump right out of your chest and your brain felt like it was filled with warm cotton. 

You needed to cool down, to clear your head. To think.

You hear yelling to the side of you. About forty feet away and walk towards it, eager to get your mind off of something other than baby blue.

The sight before you is one of the surf nazi from before and a child in a dated jacket.

"I didn't mean to, really!" The little boy was held in his grasp by the front of his jacket. The evidence of the argument on the front of the surfers denim jacket in the form of what appears to be smashed ice cream.

"That's still doesn't matter when we told you to stay off the board walk! You and those freaks you hang with!"

You had enough at this point. "Seriously? From creeping on women to picking on tots. Is there anything you can't do?"

You put a mocking tone to your voice and bat your eyes with a smirk.

"Oh God it's this crazy bitch again. Look this isn't your business."

"A big greasy pig picking on a kid is what I consider my business." "Excuse me cun-" You punch his throat while he was busy getting in your face. He finally let go of the kid as he fell.

"You good, kid?" As you help him up and he brushes of the sand. "Yeah. I'm Laddie, thank you." "YN, and don't thank me yet, you still need to get away." With that he leaves with a wave and runs off.

You hear the man cough and get up from where you left him.

"You fucking bitch, I'mma get you." You take out your switch blade and he throws a punch. You duck and get him between the ribs and pull while grabbing his throat and squeezing just hard enough. " You're so convenient, you know. I really needed a distraction." You stab again and again puncturing his lung.

Certain that he couldn't scream anymore, you took off your stainless clothes and you got on top and went to work slicing down the middle of his body.

You skin his chest in two equal parts as well as the skin as his thighs and take you excess safety pin from your jacket and pockets and arrange an cut pieces of skin in the vision of your current muse.

Before you go you pick up your knife one more time, reaching into the thigh.

— • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • —

Laddie ran about the boardwalk searching for the boys. It was a while ago he left the girl under the boardwalk and longer since he last saw them and him and his treat ran into a surf nazi. He finally saw them nearing their bikes looking like they took a quick wash in ocean and a flight telling by their damp hair. They must have fed already.

He tries to stop too late and crashes into Paul.

"Whoa little buddy! Where's the fire!" Marcos head pops out from behind him and they start leaning on eachother.  "Yeah and why weren't we invited!" Suddenly they all stop and take notice as breeze comes by along with the unmistakable smell of blood, in mass quantity.

"Where-" Paul starts but Laddie stops him, his mouth going a mile a minute. "Wait! There was a surf nazi I ran into with my ice cream and he threatened me under the boardwalk and then this girl, she came and punched him right in the neck! Her name was YN and now she there with him! I did smell some blood after I left so I don't know if-"  Dwayne cut him off with a hand an his head. "Okay bud, where did you say this happened?" "Under the boardwalk, that way, near the stage." Laddie points and David puts his cigarette out and says "What'd say boys? Wanna ride?"

A chorus of yeahs and woops followed as the boys got on their bikes and rode towards the smell of blood and Laddies directions.

[rosekasa]

Hello! I am a beginner artist and I love ur art!! Super pretty and the colors are very tasty. Do you have some tips? I'd love to see your art process!

HELLO ANON!! first of all i am very honoured that u would ask me this because 90% of the time i feel like i have no idea what i am doing and like im still a beginner artist myself DSDSJDF. i would love to share some stuff i learnt and some stuff about my process (regardless of how messy it is sdfhsj)

(final piece)

here's an old example of my process i found! while the steps sometimes look different for other pieces, i feel like this is a good demonstration of how the basic structure looks.

1. the sketch - this is where i'm mainly figuring out how i want the piece to look. i was redrawing a screenshot for this piece so it looks a LOT neater than what a lot of my other sketches look like, for example, here's the process of me figuring out my recent drawing of haise:

(final piece)

in the first two steps, i was mainly working with showing myself what the piece was going to be. the last one was where i used references/technical knowledge to try and show whoever will be looking at it what the piece was

2. cleaning up the sketch + base colours. these two usually occur simultaneously because i will get bored cleaning up the sketch midway through and want to start adding colour LMAO. on a more practical note, sometimes putting down the base colours and having a better idea of what the finished product will look like might make it easier to refine things.

a note: cleaning up for me doesn't mean doing lineart. it mostly means erasing any overly messy lines on the sketch and redrawing small parts to make it look tidier where needed. i often leave it 'messy' at this stage, too. like here:

(final piece)

3. light/shadow. this is my FAVOURITE part because it's where the piece starts pulling together. the method i used in the current piece was putting a multiply layer over the colours folder and filling in where light would be obstructed. after that, i used a luminosity layer to put in some bright sunlight. marc brunet has a great way of explaining it by advising to pretend that the light is the camera and you're behind the lens. this is such a good way to block in average light/shadow values! sometimes this looks a bit crazy because everything is still so messy but that is why we have...

4. rendering. this is where i fit all the remaining pieces of the puzzle together. i'll refine the colours a bit more -- e.g. colouring in the eyes, -- and fiddle a bit with the shadows to add some more variation to the hues/value. this is where i think a lot about light and shadow theory and try and make it look more realistic. marco bucci saved my LIFE with his videos about ambient occlusion and ambient light (part 1 / part 2) -- essentially, what i keep in mind the most is that if a plane in shadow is facing the sky (or is open to any other form of light that isn't the direct light source) it will contain ambient light. it is SUCH a game changer when you add it to your pieces, trust me, even if youre lazy about it. if needed i'll pull up some references to make everything look good!

5. rendering... part 2? honestly this step kind of blends with the last one as i tend to do it simultaneously. i basically clean up all the messy lines from before by painting over them! with the majority of the colours i need put down, i can just eyedrop them and paint over anything that's needed. this also comes in with the light/shadow, where, if i need a more subtle hue for either/or, i will eyedrop it and brush it in.

some further notes:

i very rarely use references during the first stages of my sketch. i think it tends to look quite stiff and unnatural if i rely too hard on the. and i personally prefer the creative room when the idea is still being conceived. references come in when i can look at what i have down on the canvas and have a fairly decent idea of what i want, including pose, composition, etc. it's essentially a first draft to guide me to where i want to go with the piece. it's when i'm done with this that i bring out references, and even then, they don't necessarily have to be the exact pose -- i'll usually get a couple of pics which show what i need to double check and keep them up as a guide. by the end of the 'sketch', i usually have a basic construction of what i need to continue, even if it's messy.

i use very soft brushes when putting down colour because it allows for more hue variation. like i said, i enjoy eyedropping and brushing in colours afterwards, so this really helps!

layer modes are ur friend! i try not to rely on them too hard during rendering because i like the freedom of painting over but they're very useful when you're blocking in your initial colours

sometimes, when i feel like i want to try something new with my art, i'll keep pieces that inspire me up in front of me. i have two of sui ishida's art books and sometimes i'll just flick to a page that oils the Art Gears in my brain and keep it open while i draw. i don't necessarily reference it, but i like having it there so i can glance over every once in a while. i don't usually make a conscious choice where i'm like "ok i want to render skin the way he does" but it's more like. my brain knows what it likes in his art and it'll try and push that part of my art in a similar direction.

honestly the best advice i have is that art is very much based on vibes. everytime i've tried to think too much about it, to do things 'correctly', to rigidly stick to art theory, my art has not come out nicely. i think the technical parts of art are important to know and understand but i also think it's important to let your knowledge come through naturally when it is needed instead of pressuring yourself to do things 'right'. tbh you probably already know that but it's something i forget a lot so maybe it serves as a helpful reminder?? sedsfhsl

ANYWAY SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG! i hope i covered what you needed and if you need anything else/want me to expand on anything feel free to drop me another ask ! <3

make sure to look after yourself and trust yourself and ENJOY!!! art is about having fun!

[spockandawe]

Hi, I’m not sure if you’ve answered this already, What kind of paper do you use when printing your pages?? I’d love to try my hand at book binding some of my faves that I have saved on my library, I’m just super nervous lol

Sure!! So, there's a WIDE range, even in my latest books, because there's a couple characteristics I'm juggling. The set I still have to write up a post for, it was done on inexpensive staples paper (I still have multiple packs of this stuff stored), while the two books I posted before that are done on the Church Paper bookbinding special. I spent MONTHS working from extremely generic, cheap paper, and I stand by the idea that there's nothing wrong with it! Fancy paper is one way you can level up your bookbinding, but it's not the only way, or even the first one I could pursue. Before I say anything else, I personally do encourage people to buy the really affordable staples paper without fussing about the other stuff, so they can focus on other aspects of the hobby without spending money on something you're going to print on, fold, glue, and ruin. You'll have plenty of opportunities to mess up your paper, you don't need to spend fancy money until you're comfortable.

(and you can stop there if you're overwhelmed! I think that's an entirely valid perspective to bookbind from).

First, the easiest characteristic I'm juggling here is paper color. Most books run somewhere in the bleached-white range to ivory. Some people think bleached-white is a little stark, or that ivory is just too yellow. I don't personally have strong feelings, but some people do. I might choose a cream paper if I want an antique vibe, or I might choose white if my endpapers have a stark white I want to match, but it only matters as much as you want it to.

Second, paper weight. I fuss less than I probably should, but even basic printer paper runs a range from very thin to noticeably thick. That matters to me, occasionally, for fiddly projects. I have my 32 lb paper because I needed to make wedding guestbooks feel as thick and substantial as possible. If I have a long book I want to wedge into my guillotine, I'll pick thin paper to minimize bulk. This isn't something you have to be concerned with at this point.

Third, and arguably most mechanically important, is paper grain. I really don't like the emphasis that gets placed on this when beginner bookbinders are trying to get a grasp on the hobby for the first time, I don't want you to stress about this more than you want to. I ignored it completely for months. But the idea is that paper has a grain, as if it was a miniature bamboo mat. In one direction, you're working with the grain, and it will bend or fold more easily. In the other direction, you have to force it a little. Ideally, all materials you use with a grain will have it running parallel to the spine of the book. For the pages, it means your pages will flop more easily in the directions they ought to be turning, if that makes sense.

Most commercial 8.5x11 paper is long grain, which is "wrong" for half-letter books. If you fold a piece of letter paper in half like a hamburger, the grain is wrong for a book. My position is that this is NOT something you should feel obligated to account for at first. I spent months working with the wrong grain, my wrong grain books handle absolutely fine, they aren't in worse shape than my books with the right grain, i think accessibility and not overwhelming beginners is more important than enforcing a bajillion best practices right from the start.

The link for church paper I provided is special because short-grain paper, if you can find it, will have the right grain direction for a half-letter book. At this stage in my bookbinding experience, if I'm making a half-letter book, I'll look to my short-grain paper first. If I'm making a quarto, I'll look to long-grain. If there's some other characteristic of the book that steers me towards the wrong grain, I'll just let it happen. I include this because I feel obligated to say it, not because I think you need to worry about it right now. A book that exists is better than a book that doesn't exist, and it's entirely valid to make it with whatever paper is most convenient for you to acquire. Even if you do every possible step totally wrong, a handbound fic will easily, EASILY last for years.

[iztea]

hi! I saw your post about critiquing another persons art work and it made me realize i dont like my current drawing process

Mostly because I have shaky hands and don’t really like line art because it takes me too long and i still dont like how it looks so im trying to switch to a more painterly style

Do you have any advice? Particularly on defining 3d forms?

P.S.

(I love your art style! You draw so beautifully and I love how you stylize anatomy and hair particularly)

yeah i feel you, i think everyone starts digital art with a lineart heavy style in mind and then gradually drop it as it is pretty hard to master

i'm not sure i'm the best person to ask about defining 3D forms as i myself struggle with that, but i thing that i noticed is that if you don't have a stable base or foundation to paint over then the process will become exponentially harder. So what i do is i make sure i have a cohesive sketch. Not a clean one, not a pretty one, but one where i am sure where everything goes and one that helps me predict and better visualize how things will end up once i get there. If the sketch is so messy to the point where i can't tell a leg apart or i don't know the general form of the fabric then i'll have a much, much harder time rendering later on.. So i think making sure the "skeleton" of your art is set in place. Again it's not about it looking good or clean it's about knowing what you'll be doing with it in the later stages.

But let's say you do have a clean sketch, or even lineart. I think the easiest way to give form to your subject is by choosing a light source ( it doesn't have to be dramatic, it can just be ambient light ) and then paint shadows in the areas where light can't reach. It depends on your style really, but for me i use a darker (but still saturated) color under the chin, under the eyes, where the bangs/hair meets the face and for the nose area i kinda just make a blob (i don't paint noses that much as you might have noticed bdshj but you know,, check out other artists you like and examine how they handle shading). Just try to think of everything as oversimplified shapes. limbs are cylinders, the torso is like a parallelipiped or a box or a sack of beans or whatever you see fit, the head another box etc... just keep it simple, Less is more

Oh and also, for a painterly style, i suggest avoiding overkilling it with the rendering. Let the brush strokes speak for themselves and keep it vague/ abstract. Our brains are smart and they loove filling in blanks for us if they're given some general information so let the viewer do the hard work, don't explain everything.. this is also a good way to practice developing an artstyle but i'm getting off topic if i wasn't blabbering enough already. A painterly style is imperfect and messy and vague at times and you should let it be that way, don't force perfection onto it as you'll deprive it of humanity these are my two cents on the matter hope it made sense and helped in any way? if not you can always watch yt videos or listen to more qualified people than me

[payattentiontothescreen]

Bridgerton Rewatch S1E3 - Art of the Swoon

Hey y'all. Sorry for the delay on this one, grad school is taking over my life. Here we go!

This episode starts with Daphne’s dream sequence and I’m gonna take a second to give some love to the camera department. Beyond the cinematography (which is amazing and shouldn’t be devalued), getting those shots must have been a pain in the ass. POV shots are not easy to get, especially when they’re close-ups on a person’s face. Those close-up POVs of Simon and Daphne dancing must have taken some EFFORT and I salute the cam ops for getting it so smoothly.

We have made it to my biggest problem with this season. George Crane was on the front lines fighting in Spain. How did it not occur to ANYONE that he might be dead? Like, they immediately jumped to “actually he hates you and wants nothing to do with your child.” I’m sorry WHAT??? He’s at war and that’s the ONLY conclusion you jump to???? It bugs me a lot, in case you couldn’t tell.

Portia wants Marina to dress in the family colors. What are those colors? There is very little consistency in the Featheringtons’ wardrobes, which says a lot about their lack of cohesion as a family. But there’s pinks, greens, yellows, all kinds of colors that almost never match.

I love the parlor scenes at the Bridgerton house. They all have such good chemistry as a family. That’s a major strength of this season that the second season doesn’t have as much.

I remember watching this the first time and thinking Prince Friedrich looked vaguely familiar but I didn’t know why. Imagine how shocked I was when I realized that I was watching Adrian Chase be a Regency-era Prussian prince. Freddie Stroma is so talented, my god.

Couples that mock together, stay together. You can see that with the way Daphne and Simon are making fun of Cressida and Friedrich.

Jumping ahead a bit to the stove scene. It is so funny that titled members of society have no practical skills. This is a theme of how the class system works, even to this day. Not having basic life skills is basically a status symbol when you have a certain amount of money. They are out of touch, obviously, but Anthony and Daphne being fictional characters in a historical setting makes it easier to laugh at.

Madame Delacroix is not dumb. She definitely knows that Marina is pregnant. I think her acting in this scene with the knowing glances and everything kind of bolsters the idea that she could be Lady Whistledown. I know she isn’t but if I didn’t, I could see how she would be the main suspect further down the line.

So I’m one of those weirdos who likes knowing why shitty people are that way. I really hope we learn more about Cressida and her background in the next season. Like, beyond just entitlement, how does someone turn into…that?

We’re at the gallery now. I think it’s nice when the Bridgertons get to participate in things as a unit. Most of the plot happens during events that are exclusive to people who are out in society, which leaves Eloise (in this season), Gregory, and Hyacinth out. It’s great to see them interact with the larger world because they add so much texture to it. That being said, Gregory and Hyacinth showed up to that gallery to cause problems on PURPOSE!

I love it when Marina is bitchy to shitty old men. They deserve it.

I know that Benedict has very little regard for society but I love watching him participate in it. This is a bigger thing in the scene with him, Lady Danbury, and Henry Granville. Benedict has so much charisma but it doesn’t align with society’s rules and expectations. I can’t wait to see him take center stage.

I had a note to talk about the blocking in the scene where Daphne and Simon are alone in the gallery together but I don’t remember what my thoughts were on that. If I think of it, I’ll add it somewhere but lmk if y’all have thoughts.

Benedict getting frustrated with drawing hands is hilarious to me. I’m not an artist, I can’t draw for shit. However, from what I’ve heard from my friends who are artists, hands are notoriously difficult to draw. So Benedict beating himself up over drawing hands is the most realistic thing in this episode and it kills me.

The fight between Daphne and Eloise reveals a lot about Eloise’s main flaw. During the fight, Daphne has this line, “You never see things from my perspective,” and that’s true. Eloise never sees things from other people’s perspectives. She’s constantly on some crusade that doesn’t take into account how other people around her might be affected. I’m really looking forward to her chilling out a bit.

Simon laughing at how little mothers tell their daughters has a bit of a sinister tinge once he and Daphne get married. He exploits that, to a certain extent.

Phoebe Dynevor (I learned how to spell, wow) is such a trooper for staying in character during that sex education lesson. If Regé-Jean Page was explaining masturbation that close to my face, I’d waste the whole shoot day just cracking up.

Another queer-coded sibling smoke break. Them talking about Lady Whistledown is interesting. Eloise says that LWD has to hide her identity because she’s a woman. While this is true, it’s not the reason. Benedict responds by saying that if people knew who she was, she’d be strung up for what she said, which is the real reason. And Eloise does prove this right. I don’t know what other people think, but I’m of the opinion that, no matter when she found out, Eloise would react the same way to Penelope being LWD. The rage and hurt compounds over the two seasons, but I think it would have been there regardless.

This show really emphasizes the importance of fem pleasure, but I have so many thoughts about it that it needs to be a separate post.

Simon breaking it off with Daphne is some of the most textbook fear-of-commitment dialogue in the world. I have heard basically the same monologue from so many people in my actual life, it drives me crazy.

The entire cast is insanely talented but one thing stands out. The absolute best acting in this show is Jonathan Bailey acting straight. If you didn’t know that he’s gay, you’d never be able to guess.

So we’ve made it to the forged letter scene. I have 2 things to say about this one. First of all, Ruby Barker absolutely slays. I’ve watched this show so many times and I will always feel her pain. It’s so powerful. The other thing, Lady Featherington has a bit of a projection problem. She has such a miserable marriage that she can’t fathom that George might truly love Marina. Also, again, jumping straight to dismissal instead of being killed in action. I can’t believe I’m defending men right now but, especially in this universe, jumping straight to abandonment seems like projecting more than an actual conclusion.

I’m gonna condense my last few notes into one bullet because they’re all about the ball at the end of the episode. Daphne comes into the ballroom with a face card that never declines, everybody’s staring at her, classic. The way I interpret Friedrich’s behavior in this scene boils down to he was never actually interested in Cressida. I don’t know, something about this whole thing just makes me feel like Cressida was a pretty convenience. The other thing is Simon. Obviously, Simon gets crazy jealous and dips, but there’s something about the shot of the dance floor as he leaves that I never noticed. Penelope watches Simon leave. Not only that, Penelope is the ONLY ONE who watches him leave while everyone else watches the dancing. If that’s not a hint that she’s LWD, I don’t know what is. 

Managed to get everything into one part this time. There might be a gap in posting again but I will do my best to get through the whole series before season 3 comes out.

Hope you're having a good day <3

[crowfeatherquill]

Reunion

Fuck this. Fuck this stupid city and this stupid season and the fucking rain oh and also my entire life. Why couldn’t they have buried me in fucking Bermuda? Why did I have to come back in the middle of winter? Why did I have to come back at all?

Jason sniffed dejectedly and shoved himself back closer to the alley wall he was trying to use as shelter from the winter downpour. The sudden movement startled a rat that had been boldly investigating near one of his feet, and he watched, dully, as it scrambled away into the gloom. Little bastard certainly had a bit more get-up-and-go than he did. 

Losing sight of the rat, he glanced back down toward his feet, realizing as he did that he wasn’t actually sure how long the rat had been there. He could barely feel them on the edge of his bodily awareness, well past the painful stages of cold and into that distant sort of numbness that warned of hypothermia. Vaguely, he considered that he also wasn’t sure when he’d stopped shivering. 

He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath of frigid air that made his lungs tense with the instinct to cough, and heaved himself to his feet. He wasn’t going to get any dryer or warmer just sitting here and waiting for the weather or the infrastructure to take pity on him. That much he could say for certain. Gotham had no pity for those who couldn’t afford central heating. Or a roof. Or anything resembling weather-appropriate clothing.

His stomach cramped, fruitlessly attempting to digest air.

Or food that wasn’t scrounged out of a dumpster.

He leaned heavily on the wall for a moment to wait out the dizzy spell and then started to walk, no particular destination at the front of his mind. He let his thoughts wander as he went, running back over recent events almost compulsively, like prodding at the wound left behind in the wake of a missing tooth. Most of his memories were tangled, hazy and tinged with green around the edges, but there were some things he knew for certain.

He remembered waking up in the thick oak coffin. He remembered having to pound his way out of it. Remembered nearly drowning in dirt and mud on the way up. He couldn’t remember whether he’d done enough to make sure his raw knuckles didn’t get infected. Now they were covered in old gauze and bandages and stuffed into ratty gloves and he hadn’t really had the stomach to check.

He remembered ditching the suit he’d been buried in as quickly as he could -- no point in holding onto it and getting mugged when there was nothing for them to take. Oddly, he remembered not remembering the suit. Remembered feeling as though he should be more attached to it. He couldn’t remember how long he’d grappled with himself over that.

At that point, not wanting to risk straying too far from the Bowery, he’d lifted a sweatshirt and a beanie from a run down thrift shop, swearing up and down to himself that he’d go pay them back as soon as he could. God only knew when that would be.

He thought of his heavy leather coat, probably still hanging in his closet at the manor, and shivered, wretchedly. He’d never gotten the chance to ‘grow into it’ the way Bruce had always said he would. Idly, he considered that it might actually fit him pretty well now. Shame he’d never get the chance to check.

Thinking of the manor -- of Bruce -- twisted his guts. He did his best to stop. It was about that time he noticed where he’d wandered to.

It wasn’t exactly what anyone would describe as the really nice end of town, but it was certainly no Crime Alley. He recognized the quaint little sign hanging in front of the cafe before he’d even really had the chance to read it and he could practically feel the color draining out of his face. He couldn’t be here. He could not be here--

Turning on his heel to go back the way he’d come, he rammed head-on into an approaching figure he hadn’t quite noticed over the sound of the rain and his own blood rushing in his ears. The two of them spoke practically on top of each other, Jason giving a mumbled apology and the stranger saying:

“Oh- apologies, lad, watch your step there.”

Jason froze.

He almost didn’t dare to look up, but there was some part of him buried deep in the back of his head that had to know--

The man standing in front of him was staring. He had that oh-so-familiar look of mild-mannered concern painting his features. There were more gentle wrinkles, maybe, and he hadn’t thought it was possible for there to be more white in his hair but that was there too, and even despite all that somehow he was also still exactly how Jason remembered.

“Are...you quite alright?”

“Alfie?”

A moment of silence as tense as piano wire passed between them as Alfred seemed to be trying to decide between shock and outrage and suddenly Jason could feel panic setting its teeth in him for the first time since he’d woken up in that damned oak box.

“Wait- shit, no, I’m sorry, please don’t-” he snatched at his beanie, hoping that somehow, maybe, seeing his whole face and the white streak in his hair might prove something, “Alfie it’s me, I-”

Jason could not remember the last time he’d been held by anybody. He had died alone and in pain, woken up alone in the dark, and wandered the city alone from then until now. But in the span of a heartbeat, he was being clutched so close to Alfred’s wool-covered chest he thought the both of them might stop breathing. Honestly, he wasn’t sure he’d mind going out like that if he didn’t think he’d take Alfred with him.

He didn’t even realize he’d started crying until a wrecked, warbling noise forced its way out of his chest. He could feel the vibrations of Alfred speaking against the side of his face, but he’d be damned if he could make out any of the words.

He wasn’t sure how long they stood there. Wasn’t sure if the shaking was because he was crying, or because he was freezing, or because his blood sugar was probably somewhere below sea level. Wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to ever let go. But at some point, he could feel Alfred pushing him back by the shoulders, holding him out at arm’s length to get a better look at him, and he still hadn’t quite stopped crying, but it was raining too so it was hard to tell, and he counted himself lucky for that.

“How in the world…?”

Jason shook his head, sharply.

“I don’t- I don’t know, Alfie. I don’t- please just-”

He felt Alfred’s hands tighten on his shoulders as the old butler shook him gently out of his stammering.

“Alright. Alright.” He straightened a little, and though there was still an unfathomable storm of emotions playing over his face, he did his best to find his composure. He pulled in a deep breath, scanning over Jason a bit more critically. “You...you are in a sorry state, Master Jason. Have you-”

He seemed to think better of the question before he could quite finish it, but even the implication of it hanging in the air made Jason duck his head, ashamed.

“I...I can’t. Alfie I can’t, it’s- I don’t know…”

“It’s alright, lad. I shouldn’t have asked.” Alfred’s brow furrowed, and he looked suddenly very tired and very sad. “Would...let me see to you, at least. You look-”

“No, c’mon, Alfie, you don’t have to-”

“Of course I do!”

Jason stopped short, wholly unaccustomed to Alfred so much as raising his voice a bit for emphasis, let alone shouting like that.

“Of course I do, Jason. That is all I do. Let me see to you. Please.”

Of all the things that Jason Todd had the fortitude for, saying ‘no’ to Alfred Pennyworth had never been one of them. Evidently even death couldn’t change that.

Over the following few hours, he found himself tugged along in Alfred’s wake as he was taken first to a quiet little out-of-the-way bistro where he was instructed to eat as much as he liked and not concern himself with what it cost, and then -- after a very brief but heavily charged back-and-forth -- to another thrift shop to get some warmer clothes. By the end of it, he’d been put up in a hotel for a few days and told that ‘arrangements’ would be made to find him someplace more permanent to stay.

As he laid, still somewhat dazed, in the hotel bed, he thought back over the parting words they’d exchanged.

“Don’t tell Bruce. I- I know he’s broken up about it, but I can’t- not yet. Just. Just don’t mention anything yet.”

“As far as I am concerned, Master Jason, until you are ready to come home, this was all a very strange dream I had.” Alfred had paused, and that damned worry had worked its way onto his face again, sticking in Jason’s guts like so many needles. “You will, though, won’t you? Come home eventually?”

He’d sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. In some ways it sort of was.

“I...I dunno, Alfie. There’s some...stuff I gotta do first. Stuff the old man probably wouldn’t be too fond of. Hate to go turning the house into a boxing ring over my unfinished business.”

Something in Alfred’s expression had hardened, minutely. Jason had chosen to interpret it as a kind of understanding.

“I think I catch your meaning. I suppose I had hoped-” Alfred had shaken his head ever-so-slightly. “Ah, well. No method is infallible. Not even Master Bruce’s. You will...at least keep in touch, though?”

“With you? ‘Course. Dunno about anyone else, but...you I don’t mind. I mean, I dunno what ‘arrangements’ is supposed to mean but I’d bet you’ll probably have the address. So. Y’know.”

“Just so long as I know I have your permission, Master Jason. That way, should you decide to be difficult later, I can refer you back to this conversation.”

Jason hadn’t quite been able to help laughing at that.

“Always thinkin’ ahead, aren’t you, Alfie?”

“Of course, Master Jason. Someone has to.”

As he shut his eyes against the dark of the room and the encroaching threat of another wave of tears -- though this one was certainly gentler than the first -- he found he really didn’t mind the idea of visits from Alfred every once in a while. Maybe...maybe some things could stand to be a little closer to normal.

Come the morning, upon exploring the room a little further, he would find more clothes tucked neatly into the dresser, some simple groceries occupying the kitchenette along with a couple of recipes in a fine, familiar hand, and a single occupied hanger in the closet bearing a thick leather jacket with a neatly folded note in the front pocket.

To keep the rain off. - A

[sichore]

41, 19, or 30 for magjam? 👀

I am once again combining prompts (and adding 7 as requested!) because I cannot be stopped and this idea would not leave me!!

[A kiss... 7. to shut them up 19. for luck 30. as comfort 41. because the world is saved.]

The guitar tech took his Les Paul a while ago and Magnus still flexes his fingers in uncertainty. He could only tune it so many times, and it's going to get checked again before he goes on stage.

On stage.

The crowd is electric, not the frenzy of years past, judging by the footage he's seen countless times. It's more like a machine running again after years of disuse. The startup had some stutters, but soon it purred, and now it roars, steady as a united pride of beasts.

Pickles has still got it, two decades, several crises, and an apocalypse later. Once more, Magnus hears the music fade to a gentle pulse, Shayla's velvet voice murmuring something in reply to Pickles’ quip as the crowd gently laughs.

And soon, the frontman-drummer-god-frontman will call Magnus from the shadows to join him in the spotlight, and Magnus is “sweating like a sinner in church”, as Jimi would say. Or maybe not, as she's assured him time and again that he's forgiven, all is forgiven, and that despite his role, he need not worry about anything the Church might say.

At least not right now.

It's really not the time to have another spiritual and identity crisis. He's only got a few minutes, and he's drenched, and it doesn't really matter that he doesn't do that open-jacket-no-shirt thing anymore (can't, really, because the scars are still hard to look at, let alone be perceived) because he still feels like a pig at the Fourth of July barbecue–

He feels her before she reaches him; a glow at his back, the sliver of the brightening sky before dawn. Magnus turns, and there's Jimi, radiant in the dark of the backstage, walking up to him with concern and question in her dark eyes.

“Jimi, hey.” Magnus stops flexing his hands, folding into fists instead. “I–”

“Mhm.” She doesn't wait, reaching out to take his hand. As always, she finds a way into those closed spaces, her fingers easing his fist open, her hand closing around his damp palm. “Come on.”

She pulls him back into the dressing room and closes the door behind them.

Magnus releases the breath he's been holding and lifts his arms obediently when Jimi tugs on his shirt. “Where are–?”

“With the others,” Jimi answers as she pulls off his shirt and presses soft kisses to the perimeter of his scars before he can think to cover them. “Chevy's still running in circles, Slayer is napping. Nairi was gonna come in here, but I told her I've got it.”

“Ah.” He feels just the smallest pang of regret when Jimi steps away to face the clothes rack and loosely crosses his arms in front of his chest. It's a bit chilly back here, that's all. “I'm–I'm good, Jimi. Really.”

“I know you are,” she says sweetly, turning back to him with a deep, plum colored button-up. “And you're gonna do great.”

“But–”

“No buts!” There's laughter in her voice, and she's totally at ease, grinning in her gap-toothed way up at him, holding up the shirt as Magnus turns and slides his arms through the sleeves. “You've all worked hard these past few months, and you were gorgeous during the soundcheck. You'll do great.”

“I just…” 

Her fingertips brush against his skin as she buttons up his shirt, leaving the top two undone, and then the bottom three, giving a peek of his bellybutton. 

Magnus wants to smile, chuffs out something that could have been a laugh as Jimi experiments in different ways of tucking in his shirt.

“It's just…” He swallows, but it doesn't do much to ease the rasp in his throat. “I missed some notes during practice, what if it happens here? And no one's expecting me, I mean, who even wants me here? They could start to walk out and Pickles will start to fucking panic and–”

Soft hands circle the sides of his neck and pull his face down to meet her lips, and the surge of panic starts to fade. Calloused hands find soft hips. Her lips part.

Magnus closes his eyes and sinks in. Soon, he is back among the tide, and Jimi holds him through the flow and ebb. Here, where the dark meets the light and chaos once laid with cosmos, as did gloom with night. Here, they are eternal and alive and the sky no longer bleeds red.

They are safe. All is well. And they will persevere.

They pull back with a sigh, and if it weren't for Jimi's hands on him, Magnus would melt into the floor. He rests his forehead against hers and lets the tension slip from his weary back and shoulders. Breathes with her. Resists the urge to let go and meld with her because there will be time enough for that after this.

He opens his eyes and Jimi looks back at him with the sparkling infinite reflected in hers.

“You don't need it,” she says softly. “But good luck out there.”

Magnus can only nod.

He shrugs into his jacket before exiting the room, Jimi leaving with another kiss pressed to his cheek before she hurries back to where the others wait to watch his performance. His rebirth.

The crowd swells with excitement as Magnus approaches, retrieving his guitar from the tech waiting on standby. He slips the strap over his shoulder with all the practiced ease of a veteran, a master of his craft. The Les Paul feels weightless. He takes a deep breath, stands tall. Wipes his palms on his pants one last time as he waits just off stage.

“Now, fer my next guest… Well, he's more like my partner in crime. Another one, anyway. Heh.” A laugh from the crowd, a playful riff from Pickles’ rhythm guitarist. “These days, he's a partner in other ways, too.”

“Another one?” Shayla asks in that smokey, unbothered tone of hers.

Pickles laughs. “I know, right? I'm a real collector over here!”

Magnus gives a wry grin at that. That's right – he and Pickles are a great team. And once they stand there together and let their music ring out across creation, the surrounding land will flourish. The crowd will know his name and thrive.

He's here, he's alive, and while that may not be enough for him just yet, one day, it will be. Since it's not just about him. His role is so much bigger than himself and today, and for the rest of his days, infinite as they may be, he'll play to the best of his ability. 

For the Earth. For their progeny. For the love he found distilled once he purged himself of liquid hatred.

A spotlight clicks to life before him.

“Ladies ‘n’ gentleman ‘n’ all the rest – Magnus Hammersmith!”

He steps out into it.

[Send me a number and a ship and I will write a kiss]

[ferronickel]

Looking Glasses Development Art 1

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This was the first bit of concept art I did for Looking Glasses. The scene where Ralsei is first confronted by the titan was incredibly clear in my head from the beginning, so when I sat down to start working on the comic, it was the first scene I started messing with. This drawing was mostly about experimenting with fonts and effects, so the art itself is pretty rough. My development process tends to start with visual design stuff, so I often spend hours looking at fonts before I get into sketching actual art. I'm really glad that I went in a different direction with this page in the final product, this is pretty visually cluttered.

Going over my old artwork has me thinking about the craft behind that sequence a bit, so I'm going to throw some more thoughts under the cut. It's a two for one.

Let's start with the final pages for this sequence, just to remind you how it turned out

You can see how that initial sketch got divided up into the second and third pages here. This served some practical purposes. To start, I realized I wanted you to be able to see Ralsei's face on the second page, to show how the loud titan voice is hurting him. But I wanted to keep Ralsei silhouetted in front of the titan eye for scale, so I pushed that into the next page.

Let's look at my initial sketches for this sequence.

You might notice some pretty major differences between these sketches and the finished product. Most notably, panel 3 on page 1 and all of page 2 are flipped. That's because I realized I had broken the 180 rule on page one, and it made a scene without any visual landmarks kind of confusing. Of course, I didn't realize this until super late in the process on that page. You can see this in the difference between my flats and the final base colors.

(I also fixed some weirdness at this stage, like Ralsei's head in the first panel was kinda wonky). But flipping this one panel also meant I had to flip the entire next page to keep continuity.

A few more details I think are kinda fun.

On the left, I had added a bunch of eyes to the smoke, a design detail I later dropped because I couldn't quite get it to look good in the colors, and I figured the titan eye showing up on his top worked well enough. He's also crying in this panel, which I also must of dropped.

On the right I really had to work through a bunch of expressions for him before settling on squeezing his eyes closed. At one point he was really angry!

But that didn't fit the vibe. Ralsei isn't exactly angry here, even if he is shouting on this page. I really liked him closing his eyes tightly though, it let me do this across the page-turn:

Which I thought was a cool way to transition out of one scene (and visual style) and into another. Now, is he waking up here because he wills himself to wake up, or because Susie healed him? I'll leave that one up to interpretation.

I'm also kind of referencing Issue 17 of The Wicked and The Divine here, where the POV character closes her eyes at the end of every scene to mark scene transitions (and when she's dissociating).

Anyway, that's the really long winded development of this sequence, from initial concept art to final product.

[fakemon-archive]

ASTRA DEX, created by DarkNe0s (2009)

Did you ever make your own pokemon when you were younger? Maybe drew them, sprited them, and then shared them on some long-gone corner of the internet?

What kind of pokemon did you make?

Today, we have plenty of guides to making fakemon that more closely match the design style and philosophy of official pokemon designs, and MANY creative and incredibly talented artists bringing these fan-made dexes to life. But even still, it's hard to say what exactly makes something a pokemon design- especially when it's something that varies so much between generations.

Good Lird. The similarities between these seems to start and end at "IT IS GREEN".

Ultimately, what a pokemon should look like is entirely subjective- but that's obvious enough, isn't it? That's just the base line of fakemon design itself. Everyone and their mother knows it.

Let's have some fun. What should your pokemon look like? Do they need to be as close to official design styles as they can be? Or can they be frightening, cool monsters? Maybe something more cartoonish? What's the weirdest you can get with them? Who's to say you can't get any weirder? What should limit you?

You can answer that on your own time. Let's look at the ASTRA dex!

SKIPPEA - LEAFALING - JETRANG

The Astra region begins with a TERRIFICALLY creative grass starter- a samara, or "helicopter seed", which becomes an actual helicopter before its final stage- a powerful grass/flying-type jet! It's a very fun and well-designed line.

There's also the more... "up-to-date" version on deviantart, or at least as up-to-date 2009 can be considered. The most noticable difference lies in the middle stage, given a much 'beakier' face. It and its first stage have also been given a lighter shade of brown, as well as dark pupils that match with the final stage.

Meanwhile, Jetrang is the perfect animal- the only change it recieved was being made just slightly more aerodynamic.

GOFLARE - SMOKOAL - BOMBURROW

How cute! It's a magma gopher with a gradually cooling shell of rock forming over it- AND it's a landmine! If this thing ends up in your golf course, you best just give up. Once again, other than slightly lighter colors, only one stage has received particularly noticeable changes- this time the final, being given clearer markings and removing the lava pit on its back to be a more solid shell.

One of my favorite bits of this line is how the middle stage is given the typical angry Sugimori eyes, while the final has those dark sweet-looking cute eyes you see on things like eeveelutions and vulpix. A very darling creature- I think I'll take it to the local golf course!

SQWIMP -CLAWDAWD - CLOBBSTER

Oh. Oh

Sqwimp

As you can tell by the complete lack of difference between the video version and the deviantart version, this is THE perfect beast. There's very little to say on it- it's a poor little shrimp that grows tough armor, and becomes practically untouchable! ... Except for its antennae, which are quite vulnerable.

Actually, it reminds me quite a bit of a certain videogame extraterrestrial... though, it's hard to say whether that's by design or pure coincidence.

Ah, this got pretty long already! As such, the rest of the post is simply going to be an image and link compilation of the rest of the dex that exists. The purpose of this is both to showcase the dex, but also to preserve its existence.

How much digital information is lost in a day? A youtube video from 2005 could be taken down for using copyright music, and nobody might even notice. An old, forgotten forum could finally shut down, throwing years of shared comments and ideas to the wind. It's insignificant to most, you don't need to cling to everything really.

My main interests lie in creature design. Both in original creations and fan-made. Not as a professional, but in general- I love seeing what fantastical things people create, and what you can learn about their own thought process through them. What they imagine makes a good design, or a cool concept, or an awesome creature- in these cases, what they imagine a POKEMON to be on their own terms.

This blog is meant to archive old and unique fakemon projects wherever I can find them as best I can, in case they should otherwise be lost to time. If you have any projects of your own that you'd forgotten, or if you know of anyone else's, please feel free to share! I have a lot of love for these things, and I'm hoping to spread that love to others.

Anyway, most images should have links to their original playlist / video / deviantart upload. Now, do note that unless explicitly stated by the original creator, these designs and sprites are not for free use in other projects.

And of course, if you are the original creator of these and have your own comments / would like the post to be removed, please feel free to speak! No need to be shy on these webpage

DarkNe0s deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/darkne0s

DarkNe0s youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@DarkNe0s/videos

[thalys-artcorner]

Maybe I Just Wanna Be Yours (Sihtric x OC) Rockstar!AU

*Disclaimer: Number one, I’m embarrassed to post this. Number two, I don’t usually write smut. Number three, english is not my first language and there will probably be very dumb spelling mistakes. Number four, the lyrics are from Artic Monkeys’ song 505, probably taken out of context. Number six, this idea came thanks to the little community of TLK simps we are on TikTok. Number seven..Actually that’s it.

Warning: swearing, smut and everything it entails. Also spelling mistakes? Is that a trigger warning? I think it should be a trigger warning.

Context: He’s a indie rockstar (no sh*t Sherlock) and she’s kind of an indie folk singer, I guess? Also they’re neopagans cause I like making winks to the show.

Honestly, whoever had scheduled the order of the concerts for that Festival owned Freydis a new pair of lungs. Of course her own show would overlap with her boyfriend’s, meaning she had to run all the way to the other side of the park right after spending nearly two hours singing. Thank the gods some guys from security in a golf cart had taken pity on her and given her a ride. Still, the show had already started when she finally got backstage, half afraid she might have a heart attack. So much for being in shape.

Still, she wouldn’t miss Sihtric perform for anything else in the world. Seriously, was their anything sexier than a rockstar?

The grounds around the stage were swarming with fanatics who were there to see Ragnarök perform. Not for nothing, the band was the closing act.  Thousands of people who’d come to see the English band founded by Uthred Ragnarsson. To think they’d started off at the bar owned by Uthred’s father, now everybody knew their name. Finan at the drums, Uthred as the lead guitar, sweet Osferth at the keyboards, and Sihtric as the vocalist. Fortunately, because even though Uthred had started the band, he couldn’t hold a note to save his life. Sihtric could. He could hold various notes, in fact. And he looked damn good doing it. Freydis swore, little things could get her more hot-and-bothered than seeing her boyfriend on stage.

He could also make her reach unspeakable notes too, all though that was an entirely different and private kind of performance.

Something about watching Sihtric perform was just...hypnotic and breathtakingly hot. His mismatched colored eyes acquired an intensity as if he could see right through your skin and peel off your clothes with his stare alone. He became completely immersed into the song, the stage, the rhythm, all of it. He had the ability to make everyone in the audience feel like he was singing to them and them alone. But every so often, he would steal a quick glance to the side of the backstage and look straight at her with a devilish smirk. Because he knew, he knew damn well how much it turned her on to see him on stage.

I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side With your hands between your thighs

Again he was looking at her. The show was near the end, and his skin was shiny with a layer of sweat that made the cropped top he wore cling to his well-toned body, naturally making her think of the way that body pressed against hers, hovering, covering her completely, practically driving into her as if they could merge together into one. Freydis’s breath caught in her throat as she did her best to keep it together. She had started to ache about five songs ago, and started to feel the wetness between her thighs long before that.

That’s when she saw it. The handkerchief peeking out of his pocket, that he always wore half because of aesthetic and half because of superstition. Except it was not a handkerchief this time.

It was her fucking thong.

Freydis felt her cheeks heat up. She was fairly certain no one else had noticed, you couldn’t ready tell it was underwear unless you saw it up close. The only reason she realized was because, well, it was her underwear, she’d put it on that morning. And Sihtric had taken it off when they’d had a very brief but heated make-out session in between shows that was very rudely interrupted by her manager right after her boyfriend had taken the thong off.

He caught her looking this time and knew by her expression that she’d realized about the underwear too. His smirk only became naughtier as he dipped his hand into his pocket. Freydis’s eyes widened.

You fucking wouldn’t she thought.

Of course he didn’t, even though for a split second she had actually panicked. No, he simply took his hand off after a moment and then gripped the microphone with it before pressing it against his lips. From where she was standing, she could clearly see his tongue poke out between his lips and lick his fingers, even though the audience wouldn’t be able to tell since he was gripping the microphone.

Freydis swallowed hard. She couldn’t take it anymore. She turned on her heels and bolted off backstage. She navigated the people circulating through the hallway almost as if she was made of thin air, driven only by the need to find Sihtric’s room backstage. He’d given her the key before her own show had started. As soon as she found it, she let herself in, shut the door behind her and ran her hands through her long blonde hair.

She paced the room a couple of times, trying to cool off, but Sihtric’s eyes were still lingering on her in her head, her panties in his pocket, sweat down his forehead, the abs peeking from under the hem of his top. His husky voice singing about her hands between her thighs.

They were there before she’d even registered it. She stopped to rest her back against the nearest wall, closed her eyes and simply gave in and touched herself.

Fuck, she hadn’t actually registered how wet she was. As her fingers skimmed up the inner side of her thigh, she could feel a faint trail running down without the underwear to stop it. Her hips jerked forward when she first graced her sensitive folds.

“Shit” she whispered into the empty room. She started to rub just above her pussy in small circles, trying to keep quiet so as to not draw the attention of anyone at the other side of the door. Then, she dared to dip one finger inside, and had to bite her lip from crying out loud before inserting a second one. She brushed over her clit, the dull ache sending a shock through her entire body.

“Huh, decided to start without me, did you?”

Freydis gasped, hand falling limply to her side as she opened her eyes and found Sihtric smirking, leaning against the closed door behind him.

“I…” she felt her mouth dry “How…?”

“You forgot to lock the door, love”.

“I…did?”

Sihtric nodded. His smirk slowly disappeared as he took in her disheveled appearance. His eyes darkened “Must’ve wanted it real bad to let that slip from you mind”.

Freydis wetted her lips and slowly nodded, before raising the hand she’d been using to touch herself and extending it towards him. A small smile crossed her lips “Come kiss it better?”

Sihtric growled and covered the distance between them in two long strides, taking her hand and immediately holding it to his mouth kissing each one of her fingertips. Freydis’s breath hitched when he pressed her against the wall, his hot, sweaty body completely covering her. She gripped his side mullet and pulled it to make him lean down and kissed him hard, biting his lower lip. Sihtric groaned against his mouth, lips immediately opening to play with her tongue as if air was but a minor inconvenience. He gripped the hand that was pulling at his hair, and the one that was digging into his bicep and pinned them both above her head, holding her by her wrists with one hand. With the other, he pulled out the thong that was tugged inside his pocket and grinned naughtily.

“These…weren’t wet enough” he observed “Guess I’ve gotta be more thorough at my job”. He traced the outline of her lower lip with his thumb “Eyes on me, all right?”.

Freydis nodded, turning her face slightly to press her lips briefly against the rings around his fingers.

Slowly, he parted her skirt to the side by the opening that ran along her thigh. Freydis bit her lower lip and fought the urge to flutter her eyes close as she felt the soft fabric of her underwear against her skin. Sihtric was staring at her with that intensity that bore into her soul while he slowly started rubbing his fingers between her folds, the thong wrapped around them too. Freydis whimpered at the friction of the lace against her sensitive skin, her nails digging into the hand that was holding her wrists together. “Babe, I-Oh fuck, that feels good” she moaned.

“That’s a good girl” Sihtric praised her with a smirk “Hey, eyes on me, remember? There we go, so wet for me”.

“Mmmhm!” Freydis whimpered “Sihtric…”

“I know…I know…” he pulled his hand away, kissing her to muffle her protests as he tossed the underwear over his shoulder and this time simply started rubbing tight circles over her clit with his bare fingers.

Freydis cried out weakly “Yess” she hissed, as he slipped one finger, and then a second one inside her, starting to curl them inside her. Her hips started grinding against his hands, and this time she couldn’t help it, she closed her eyes. But Sihtric didn’t mind, he was too focused on pulling pleasure out of her while grinding his own crotch against her leg slowly, releasing small, quiet grunts.

“Let me touch you, babe” she whispered, tugging softly at her wrists “I bet that’s starting to feel painful”.

“I started to get hard when I noticed you’d left the stage” he confessed, chest heaving “I knew what you were doing”. Slowly, he let go of her hands, though not before taking them to his lips and placing butterfly kisses over each of her wrists.

It was Freydis’s turn to smirk wickedly, all though she did not keep the expression for long when Sihtric managed to squeeze a third finger inside her. Her back arched away from the wall, pressing her body against her boyfriend’s. “Ah!” she cried out weakly, resting her cheek against his shoulder “Gods...Keep going” she encouraged before dipping her own hand inside his pants and rubbing over his hard on. Sihtric growled and buckled against his hand.

“Fuck, Freydis”.

The air in the room had started to get heavy with their pants and moans that slowly increased in volume. Freydis could feel her walls started to contract on the verge of an orgasm, her cries becoming louder. Almost there…But before she had the chance to reach her orgasm, Sihtric pulled his fingers out, causing her to cry out at the lost of fullness and friction and glare at him furiously. Before she had the chance to protest, however, Sihtric kneeled in front of her. She swore each time he kneeled in front of her she got wet all over again, there was something so erotic about the way he stared up at her while he delicately picked up one of her ankles as if it was made of glass and slowly draped it over his shoulder before launching forward and closing his mouth over her flesh like a starving man.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Freydis whimpered hurriedly, her leg wrapping around his shoulders as if to pull him closer, her hand back on his hair as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her core and licked her from bottom to top before sucking on her clit. The woman tossed her head to the side, her breath becoming ragged and irregular, each one ending in a small whimper that slowly started to turn into a moan. Her boyfriend’s name rolled repeatedly from her lips like a prayer to the gods, like she had forgotten every other word she had ever spoken. Sihtric took his sweet time bringing her higher and higher, closer and closer to her release, and just when Freydis thought she couldn’t take it anymore, that she might actually pass out, his fingers joined his tongue, rubbing tight circles over her pussy and she came hard, a hoarse cry escaping her lips as Sihtric kept sucking, licking and kissing her all the way through her climax.

“Shit…You’re almost unfairly good at that, you know” she managed to gasp when he finally got back on his feet, wrapping her arm behind his neck and pulling him close for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

Sihtric chuckled, licking his lips to savor the trace of her on them “I am, aren’t I?” he smirked in a rare display of cockiness, as he was usually rather shy. Except when he was with her.

Freydis raised an eyebrow “Cocky, aren’t we?” she observed, before looking into his eyes with a playful pout “How about you put your cock where your mouth was?”

Sihtric growled “You greedy little thing”.

There wasn’t any lead up this time, both already too impatient, too horny to keep waiting any longer. He didn’t even lower his pants all the way through, just enough to pull himself out. Sihtric’s hands settled on her ass and picked her up so she could wrap her legs around his wrist and then he simply slammed into her, hoarse groans escaping from both of them when they were finally joined.

He began to thrust into her, starting slow but eventually speeding up as he drove deep into her. Freydis rested her hands on his shoulders to support herself and helping him by moving her own hips in sync with his. One of Sihtric’s hands was cradling the back of her neck, the other curled into a fist against the wall just above her head. Freydis angled her head to kiss him, hot and desperate. They stayed with their mouths pressed together, her moans and his groans mixing together as slowly, the tension started to build inside them.

The small orgasm took Freydis almost by surprise, especially when she realized Sihtric wasn’t stopping, chasing after his own release. She cried out louder than before in both pleasure and shock, her walls clenching around him, which caused Sihtric to growl and bury his face into her neck while Freydis tried to recover, but her hips felt weak.

“Sihtric, I…” she warned, whimpering because she was suddenly oversensitive as her boyfriend kept driving into her.

“One more” he whispered into her ear “I know you’ve got one more in you” he cursed under his breath “Fuck, I’m almost there, baby. Just one more for me”.

“I…Oh gods, babe” it was too much, but her body was already building up for another orgasm, not the small shock of pleasure she’d just had, but a real, proper orgasm. And even though her entire body felt like it was on its last nerve, it just felt too good. She whimpered, curling around him as if she wanted to melt into him. “Hold my neck” she asked “And go harder”.

“Fuuuuuck” Sihtric groaned, his hand closing softly around her neck but without really cutting her breath, as he drove into her at a brutal pace.

They both came hard, calling out for each other, chests heaving, nails digging desperately into each other’s flesh. Sihtric sunk his teeth into her shoulder, hips lurching forward before going completely still. Freydis scratched her nails down his back, leaving a red trail over his skin. Her toes curled inside her boots and she felt a couple of tears on the corner of her eyes before her sweaty body finally collapsed against the wall, Sihtric’s against her as they both went through their high, shaking with little aftershocks. They were both gasping for air, still moaning and clinging desperately to each other.

A couple of minutes went by in which they simply stayed like that until their breaths somewhat calmed down and they were finally able to open their eyes and look at each other with loving puppy eyes.

“Hi” Sihtric whispered with a sweet, dopey smile on his face.

“Hi” Freydis whispered back, nuzzling the end of her nose softly against his.

Sihtric pecked her lips “Sorry I missed your show” he rested his sweaty forehead against hers and kissed her temple.

“That’s all right. You had to prepare for yours” she assured him, pushing away some strayed locks from his face. Truly, this part was as much her favorite as the actual sex. When they both came down from their high and immediately became the softest, weakest for each other and just wanted to stay as close as possible “Sorry I missed the finale”.

Sihtric shook his head “I prefer our finale anyways, with the cute face you make when you come and your tight little-Ow!” he chuckled when Freydis hit him playfully on the shaved side of his head.

“Arse” she giggled before pecking his lips fondly “I love you”.

“I love you too” he kissed her back, running a thumb over her cheek with absolute adoration. He still marveled at times, how he had found such an extraordinary love that seemed to be made just right for him. He’d been through some really fucked up stuff growing up. Life with her, however, gave him hope that he could actually break the cycle. “I wrote a new song, you know”.

Freydis gaped at him “Already? You guys just released an album!”

Sihtric shrugged “You know how inspiration works” he grinned before his face went back to its soft, loving expression and he kissed her again before adding “It’s for you”.

“For me?”

“All my songs are for you” he smiled “Wanna hear it?”

Freydis cupped his face and pressed a deep kiss over his mouth. “Always” she whispered against his lips “All though…Can I have my underwear back first?”

“No” Sihtric grinned, smirk full or mirth “I think I’ll be keeping these as a souvenir”.

“Again!? At this rate, I’ll have none left to wear!” she protested.

“Mmm…I rather like that thought”.

“Sihtric!”

“I’m joking” he laughed, finally pulling out of her with a quiet groan and fetching something so they could clean themselves up before he returned her panties.

In that very moment, someone banged a fist against the door, and then Finan’s voice followed through the wood “Oi! If ya two lovebirds are done fucking, we’re driving to the city for drinks!”

Freydis laughed “We’ll be out in a minute!” she raised her voice.

“Hurry up! I want to get drunk!”

“You always do” Sihtric replied, shaking his head before grabbing his jacket and starting to pack his things. Freydis stepped into the small bathroom stall to splash some water on her face and fix her hair, and when she came out, her boyfriend laced his fingers with her “Let’s go. I’ll show you the song later”.

Freydis stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek “What’s it about, anyways?”

Sihtric grinned down at her, wrapping his arms around her waist resting her forehead against hers “Well, if you must know, it’s about a guy asking his girl to marry him”.