#idk lol it's been going through my brain i had to draw it

[leporidae-station]

i was re-reading the fazbear frights book 'Hide and Seek' and the part where shadow bonnie sews themselves onto toby in order to be his shadow got me thinking the whole day. so i made a doodle dump with my rwq here!! i hc that shadow bonnie is really talented in sewing and uses a thread and needle that is completely made out of remnant! she uses regular fabric and shadows as her main materials :)

[crest-of-gautier]

video editing is so fun... (specifically cutting down hours of gameplay into a highlights format)

[u3pxx]

safe for work... but not from love? 😳🦺⚠️

my piece for the @klapollo-minibang for the wonderful @soulplumber1337's fic! go read it neow!!! my fellow artist @ange1ux also made some excellent art for it that you should also check out!! 💥✨

like what i do? support me on ko-fi! 💜♥️

i forgot how to make posts what do i babble about again FDGHD ANYWHO had the unlucky time of me experiencing art block as i was finishing this BUT THAT'S OKAY!!! BC I DID IT!!! AND I THINK IT LOOKS PRETTY DARN OKAY! and i know klapolly are supposed to be the stars here but i can't help but find daryan in the bg so funny LOL

i also remembered how to render as i was coloring this, whenever i go through long periods without drawing i usually forget how, oops! but i reallyyyy enjoy the subtle color changing and the rim lighting for this one, sososos tasty

anyways! i know the previous minibangs i usually drew some mock posters (i can't help it, they're very fun pftt). but, unexpectedly, i leaned more into making this look like some manga cover; bc as i was drawing it, it just started to have the vibe of one imo pftt so i decided to take a lot more inspiration from romance covers! (idk if in the end, was the inspiration obvious? my brain is fried rn i cant tell if it is GDHJD)

once again, go read the fic here!!!!!!! it's a very delightful read and i'm sure you'll enjoy it!!!! oshapollo my beloved!!!!!!!!! this pitch had me hooked when we had to choose and it's been fun to draw for it! i also can't wait for yall to see my artist partner's work bc MAN!!!! IT'S AWESOME!! so so honored to work with my MB partners! yahoo!!!!!

ok im running out of things to say sayonara 🫡 stay safe

[dinogoofymutated]

im 100% new to x-men(i grew up in a DC family lol) but I am just. SO down bad for remy. idk how to write requests or anything, but can I ask for headcanons for him with a touchstarved fem reader? sfw or nsfw, both, idc really he's just rotating in my brain, gambit my beloved

Gambit/GN!reader

Dude I completely get it!! I was a HUGE x-men fan as a kid and as I grew up the hyperfixation fell into the back of my mind. I too grew up mostly on DC and I feel like the reason DC became my go-to was because there's just not a ton of fanfiction for the x-men, reader inserts in particular. I'm working on fixing that! But my full-length fics are a little hard to finish/start. Anyway- Remy is definitely one of the top #3 x-men to be down bad for lol!

TWs: none that I can think of atm. Mostly fluffy goodness! Written picturing a fem! Reader but no pronouns mentioned

I definitely think that it's not a completely ridiculous idea that one of Remy's love languages could be touch, despite how his relationship with Rogue revolves around the absence of touch!

Tbh, I feel like he's just respectful of his partner's wants and needs in a relationship, and if touching and cuddling is a no-go he's perfectly fine with backing off and showing his love in other ways!

BUT! when you give him the go-ahead, he's all over you. Hugs, cuddles, kisses, PDA, all of it!

One of his favorite things to do is catch you in the kitchen, coming up behind you and snaking his hands around your waist. He'll press his face into your hair and neck, sometimes giving you kisses, but really he just does it because he wants to feel you against him.

I think he secretly enjoys how easy it is to get you melting in his embrace. He goes out of his way to fluster you, flirting until you go red, then pulls you close. He'll nuzzle you affectionately, kiss your temple and cheeks, hold you lovingly until he feels all the tension leave your body. He especially likes when you lean into his hands when he holds your face. He knows just how much you love him, and he's determined to show you all the love he knows you deserve.

    “Cher.” Remy’s chest rumbles with the words. You only respond with a hum, tucked into his side comfortably. The afternoon had started with a movie, originally. The two of you had some free time, and Gambit had a movie he really wanted to watch, so movie night it was. You were watching at first, you promise you were, but it was easy to get distracted by Remy. When the movie started, you were sitting next to him, leaning into his side with a bowl of popcorn in your lap, but that position could only be comfortable for so long. You were squirming, trying to relax as best you could, but after 45 minutes of sitting on this couch, it was like every bump and corner on the sofa was digging into you.

    Remy, being the observant sweetheart he is, didn’t hesitate to scoop you up into his lap. You squealed at first, surprised by the action, but Remy simply laughed at you, leaning back to lay down on the couch with you against his chest. Unsurprisingly, this was much more comfortable. Maybe a little too comfortable, as it didn’t take long for you to stop paying attention to the TV entirely. You snuggled closer to Remy as you started to doze off. One of his hands rested against your lower back, his other hand cupping the back of your neck, caressing and threading his fingers through his hair. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep against him.

    “Cheerrr.” Remy says again, drawing the words out. “Movie’s been over f’ a while.” You pout at him, sighing sleepily as you tuck your face into his neck. He chuckles again, thumbs caressing your skin idly.

    “You don’t wanna cuddle anymore?” You ask, maybe a little bit more sad than you should be, or would’ve been if you were more awake.

    “Now Gambit didn’t say that.” Remy purrs. You whine again as he moves a little, adjusting a little so that he can press a kiss to your temple. You reluctantly untuck yourself from his neck, rewarded with a sweet kiss from Remy. The action makes you smile. He’s looking at you with such love and adoration, like no one has looked at you before, and it has you feeling loved beyond measure. You lean into his touch as he cups your face, holding his hand to your cheek to keep him there.

    Content couldn’t begin to explain how you felt in this moment.

[kozachenko]

I swear to god, Zanmu has just been on my mind recently, she's taking over my fucking brain please send help

Artist's Note:

Why is it that everytime I do a drawing of Zanmu I always make the canvas size fucking huge and it ends up being a living nightmare to fucking export. I swear to god I had to go from 1200 DPI to 600 to 350.

Exporting hell aside, I loved working on this piece. With Zanmu's design, I wanted to combine all the design details that I love and have seen in other people's drawings of Zanmu and give them my own personal touches. First of all, her sleeves were inspired by @amemenojaku's design for Zanmu, and I absolutley love that detail because not only does it make her feel more regal, it also can be a callback to Satori and old hell, and also gives me the idea that Satori's fashion sense was inspired by Zanmu because IRL a lot of historical fashion was inspired by what the nobles were wearing at the time, and since Satori was around since when Old Hell used to be Hell, she probably took some wardrobe inspo from her (or it could be my headcanon that Satori could've been Zanmu's royal advisor or she was in her court or something but that theory is kinda grasping at strings from other headcanons I have, but that's for a different post). Also, the eye makeup she has was inspired by @jothelion's drawings of Zanmu, and like, I fucking love that detail because it just adds so much like omg I just love it sm.

And now for the design details I put in. I gave Zanmu tassel earrings because I think they'd look great on her. I also really like to exaggerate her hair and really try to make it look wild, as well as having little grey hairs here and there. I also try to add some wrinkles to the corners of her eyes, but TBH I don't know how visible that detail is, since the image is pretty fucking big. I also really exaggerated the tassles/strings on her outfit, since I really wanted to play around with the potential flow they could have. Also, big fan of giving Zanmu longer sleeves and pants. IDK why but I just like how it flows better. Also big fan of making her taller, idk why a lot of fanart makes her short. Also, I placed her horns closer to the front of her head as I just think placing horns in that position looks cool.

Also, if you're wondering about the halo, I took some inspiration from a few of Caravaggio's paintings where he often depicts saints with this very thin halo around the top of their heads. I just liked that detail a lot so I thought I'd include it.

Fun fact, I was originally gonna make the four skeletons Chiyari, Biten, Enoko, and Hisami but I didn't like the prospect of having to draw four more characters, so I chose to replace them with skeletons (if you wanna get silly with it, Zanmu got Hisami to kidnap Aya, set up some skeletons with bones from her bone collection and told her to take a picture of her).

I kinda gave up on Zanmu's feet and the one skeleton's hands (as if drawing hands normally is hard enough but NOPE, HAD TO MAKE IT LIVING HELL FOR MYSELF BY MAKING IT A SKELETON) and the quality of the image may suffer because of how much I had to fucking compress it (Zanmu's presence alone was enough to make the computer lose all of it's desire and motivation to export the drawing of her lmao), but I have been hacking at this piece for a while now, plus I need to learn when to call it quits when it comes to drawings). Also as I was fixing up the hands there was one spot where I forgot to clean up with the sketch and I can't fucking unsee that now and it's going to fucking bother me until I fix it but fixing it requires going back and putting my computer through hell so yeah.

So yeah, that's about all I have to say with this drawing, it was fun but also a nightmare lol

[critterbitter]

I finally got all my brain ducks into enough of a row to send this! I just wanted to say that Tumblr recommended your art to me on a whim, and I am actually OBSESSED now lol. I had no prior investment in Submas or anything tangentially related to it prior to this (aside from liking Pokémon generally lol), but I couldn’t help but tear through everything you’ve drawn for these silly little rat children and I love them so much now!!! I wanna pick them up and shake him around like little action figures! The shenanigans and the heartfelt moments are just,, UGH so good! I have no words! Thank you for the food I am going FERAL over them <3

Your art is also high key goals for me now tbh. I absolutely ADORE your coloring and rendering style, and also they way you draw Pokémon in general?? Very animalistic but still recognizably Pokémon?? Literally galaxy brained. I’m going to SCREAM. I know you already posted a bit of your art process, but I’d love to know if you’ve got any rendering tips and/or how you get that clean but sketchy look. It looks so good I want to eat it lol.

(Also I really love the way you’ve been formatting Elesa’s dialog, with the extra lines around the letters. It really gives the vibe that her grasp on Galarian is currently shaky at best and idk, I like that you’ve managed to find a way to convey that over text. I think that’s pretty cool :D)

I SAW YOU REBLOG A WHOLE BUNCH AND IM,,, (throwing hearts at you)

Thank you so so much! I’m glad you love these terrible little guys wandering Unova just as much as I do, haha!

As a treat, lemme pull out some drafting for the mini illustrations. I usually start every snapshot with a run down of what I remember from the area, possible shenanigans encountered, and then a doodle of ideas to come.

From there, it’s a SUPER rough sketch, followed by lineart and rough color, and then cleanup!

(More thumbs and their finals below!)

At the end of the day, all my lines are VERY sketchy. I’m a lot stronger when it comes to mashing colors. That, and if you set your line layer from normal to multiply, the lines will always be automatically darker then whatever layer is placed underneath. It’s a trick used quite a bit for placing cel shadows in animation, but it’s useful for lineart in a pinch.

For colors, I like to stick to a limited pallet and branch out only after setting my primary colors. This entire series has been very experimental for me though, as you can probably tell.

As for the last bit— YES… YOU GET IT! As Elesa grows, the lines in her dialogue will start appearing less and less. It’s the little things that map the span of time for these guys.

Yippee!

[ijhyo]

NEWS FLASH! — teaser

in the months he’s been running through seoul stopping crime as the masked superhero sonic, beomgyu’s managed to keep his identity hidden. that is, until, you ask him to secure an interview with the speedster for the school newspaper. what is meant to be a once off deal results in beomgyu having to spend more time around you, both in the suit and out, as a new threat emerges threatening your safety and the city’s.

PAIRING. superhero choi beomgyu x fem reader

GENRE. superhero au ; college au ; secret identity ; fluff ; slight angst ; reluctant friends to lovers

WARNINGS. swearing ; kidnapping ; injuries ; nsfw jokes reader hates sunghoon so be warned ; action scenes ; mention of panic attacks but no one has one

WORD COUNT. est <20k

FEATURING. yeonjun (txt), sunghoon (enhypen), yeji + yuna (itzy), sumin (stayc)

A/N. what's up my people! i told you i would have another beomgyu fic for yall didn’t i? this is wayyy overdue (was supposed to be for a collab event but um. anyways! the fic is more than half finished rn so let's all cross our fingers that i'll be donw before may. speaking of!! ty ty mayjay @tyunni for the header 🫶🏾 check this out too idk lol. okay, okay im done byeeee

TAGLIST. @pr0dbeomgyu @xiaoting999 @yyx2 @soobin-choi @4junmain @tsupuffs @yjwfav @mykalon @junityy @iyeonjuni @fairybinie @fallingforhoon @hanlvkes @soobisms (send an ask to be added)

In case it wasn’t clear, Universe, when Beomgyu said morning he meant eleven o’clock. Earliest. Not ass-crack o’clock and getting woken up by incessant knocking on his door.

He gets up and feels a crick in his neck from falling asleep on the couch. Expecting to see Yuna ready to collect his form that he has not yet filled out, Beomgyu straightens out his shirt, trying to make it look like he didn’t just roll off his couch. He has a total case of bed hair, but that’s hot, right? If he doesn’t draw attention to it, he can pretend it’s on purpose. Girls like messy hair.

With that in mind, Beomgyu opens the door with all the confidence in the world, his winning smile ready on his face, only to fall the moment he sees who is standing outside his room.

“I have a proposition for you.”

You wave a dismissive hand in his face and he swats at it petulantly like it’s a fly. “Please, save the pleasantries. Let me in, yeah?”

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

You, decidedly, were not Yuna. Where Yuna was all soft and shy smiles, here you are, deadpan expression and scowl all over your face.

“What part of that was pleasant to you?” Beomgyu bites out but steps away from the door anyway.

“You fill out that form yet?” you ask, looking around his room. If you were any other person, he might feel a little self conscious about how messy it is, but, as it stands, he’s just annoyed. What are you even doing here?

“No,” he responds curtly, eyeing said form precariously. He doesn’t understand why you even care, honestly. It’s like your sole purpose in life is to annoy him. “What do you want?”

If you can hear the clear irritation in his voice, you ignore it. “Imagine my surprise when my sweet, innocent little freshman—who I graciously took under my wing, mind you—texts me at ten PM asking about extra yearbook club forms because a ‘super cute guy just dropped by’...only to find out that it’s you.”

Beomgyu’s brain flits between a smug Yuna thinks I’m cute and— “You’re Yuna’s Junior Head?” The last bit was meant for his head but judging from the look you’re giving him, he said it out loud.

You just stare at him blankly, clearly unimpressed. “You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t just throw all the extras away once I found it was for you—” Beomgyu scowls— “but I guess I was feeling charitable. I came over to drop it off last night but you weren’t here.”

Shit. Yuna being in his room while he wasn’t here was manageable. She seemed too nice, too kind, too had basic human decency and wouldn’t go through his shit. You, however? Beomgyu wouldn’t put it past you to leave a dead rat or something under his pillow. He doesn’t say any of this though, in case you didn’t plant a dead rodent somewhere so as to not give you any ideas. He just shrugs noncommittally. “Went out.”

You hum. “Figured. Which is why I was so surprised to see this.” You pull out your phone and turn the screen to him, the gallery app opened up and there on the screen is—

“What the fuck, is that a dick pic?”

“What?” You turn the phone to stare at it, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Oh my god, did you take an unsolicited dick picture of me? What the fuck, Y/N? That’s, like, so uncool, what the fuck?”

“Oh, relax, it’s not yours. You should be so lucky.” Beomgyu has half a mind to strangle you right then and there. You swipe at the screen a few times before huffing out a breath and showing him the screen again. “This is what I was talking about, my god.”

And it’s him. Sonic. In his famous and easily identifiable blue and white suit, the grey embroidered lightning bolt running down his entire spine, body halfway out of his bedroom window, about to start his patrol. Holy shit.

Beomgyu can feel his eyes bulging out of his head. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. He’s been so careful! Sure, sneaking out of his window almost every night wasn’t the smartest idea but he had limited options! And he always made sure that there was no one around on the streets and he was literally as fast as light. He never had to worry about anyone seeing him because he moved faster than the brain could compute. This was never supposed to happen!

You hum, either oblivious to his internal panic or simply not caring, it’s not clear. “Interesting, right?”

“Uh…” Beomgyu says smartly.

Pocketing your phone, you clasp your hands together in front of you. “Now, this is where my proposition comes in.”

He groans dramatically, already preparing himself for the worst. “What do you want?”

“Get me an interview with him. With Sonic.”

“What?” Okay. He did not prepare for that.

“You heard me,” you say, shrugging, as if what you said was a completely normal request. “Otherwise this photo gets posted and the whole school finds out that you are Sonic’s secret bootycall.”

“I’m his what?”

This is insane—You are insane. Beomgyu would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation if you weren’t standing here in front of him, arms crossed across your chest, clearly serious.

He baulks. “No, I am not getting you an interview with Sonic, are you insane?” It isn’t even a serious question because Beomgyu knows the answer to that. You are a citizen of Crazy Town, Population of One.

“Well, why not?”

“Aside from the fact that there is literally nothing I would rather do less, I don’t like you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not crazy about you either, believe me. But you clearly know him.”

“That’s inconsequential and can’t be proven.”

“I have literal photographic evidence of him leaving your room.”

“Gah!” Beomgyu feels like he’s nine years old again, arguing about one thing or the other with you in class to the annoyance of your teachers. You always had a knack for getting on his nerves and it doesn’t help that the two of you were put in the same class every year for school. Even when his family moved from Daegu to Seoul and he thought that finally he was free from you, you had transferred to the same school as him.

He genuinely thinks that the two of you aren’t able to have a normal conversation without arguing. (It was actually suggested by one of your high school teachers that it might be best if you just join the debate team together. Bad idea. Him and you on the same team? Yeah, right.)

Going to college has been a sort of safe haven from being around you all the time, even if you did, once again, follow him to the same exact school. He’s just glad that the two of you are doing completely different courses and that the campus is big enough so it is almost virtually impossible to run into you. That is, of course, when you are not tracking him down to his room. “What do you even want an interview with him for?”

You look like you want to fight him. He can see your jaw clenching and your eye is twitching a little, a telltale sign that you are reaching your patience with him, and he is prepared to get into it with you when you uncharacteristically let out a frustrated groan and proceed to throw yourself onto his couch.

“Ugh!” you whine, pressing the heel of your hands to your forehead. “The newspaper committee has this stupid, dumb as fuck, running competition for all the junior editors to decide who will be Editor in Chief next year and stupid, dumb as fuck, Park Sunghoon’s stuff keeps getting chosen over mine because ‘No one wants to read about how there is no hope to stop global warming, Y/N. People want to believe they can make a difference. Why don’t you write about plastic straws instead, like Sunghoon?’ and—Ugh!

“Up until now my plan was to just, like, kill Sunghoon so the spot would go to me by default, but now I can interview an actual superhero and no matter how many stupid fucking turtles Sunghoon writes about saving, there is no way he can get a front page over that. So. Get me that interview.”

Beomgyu blinks dumbly, physically recoiling. “Uh. Okay…”

“Okay?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Not okay okay, just…okay. Like, woah, okay, that’s. A lot.” Beomgyu thinks that this might be the most you’ve ever said to him in one go that did not include you cursing him out or complaining about how annoying he was. It was weird and a little disconcerting. He didn’t like it.

“I know.”

“It’s the most you’ve ever spoken to me in one go.”

Your face twists up at that. “Gross. Don’t make it weird.”

“You’re the one asking for my help, remember.”

“No, no, this is blackmail,” you correct, wagging a finger in his face and he slaps it away.

“You can’t even prove it’s my room.” He knows it’s futile, that he really has no choice but to give in, but just like the sun can’t help shining, he can’t help fighting with you.

“Oh, please, the people at this school are stupid and will believe anything. Plus, now that I’ve seen what the inside of your room looks like, I can just work a little photoshop magic and add things that are recognisable, have your friends comment on how the room looks a little familiar, and boom. My work is done.”

Beomgyu studies your face carefully, looking for any cracks that prove your bluffing, but he knows you and if there was one thing about you, you never bluffed. Everything you said, you meant. Fuck, he can’t let that photo get out. You might believe that he’s not Sonic and that he just knows him, but others might not and it would only be a matter of time before someone makes the connection between him and his superhero persona.

You raise a single eyebrow. Beomgyu sighs loudly, defeated. This, he tries to rationalise, is the lesser of two evils. “God, fine. I’ll get you that interview.”

“Great!” You jump to your feet with a flourish, very clearly satisfied with yourself and Beomgyu’s scowl deepens. You hold a hand out for him to shake and he pointedly ignores it, not that you care. “I’ll text you where he should meet me. Pleasure doing business with you. Also, get that form handed in. And stop seducing my freshman!”

He watches as you leave his dorm and feels like he’s just ran three laps around Seoul (and yes, he’s done that before). Throwing himself onto his couch, he covers his face with a cushion and lets out the most frustrated scream of his life, then abruptly stands up. Walks over to his door. And locks it.

[thedrdtpokemoncollector]

Rose Ch2 Culprit Theory!!

(Spoilers for Ch2 Ep12! (and literally every episode before that too)

(i know it probably isn’t her, but i wanted to post my theory regardless! Also, this is unfinished, I just wanted to post it before Ep13 comes out- I’m so sorry to anyone who reads through my stupid little rambles-)

(reminder that all of this is silly stuff my brain thought of while i was sleep deprived after ep12 so- none of this is probably relevant-)

I was looking at DRDT culprit theories for Ch2 and randomly though what if it's Rose-? 'Cause after they found the body, Rose was right outside the room, in the hallway- She was the one who found evidence that nobody else would have found, since it was hidden in the trash can, and more than that, it was evidence that specifically framed someone else. She mentions not wanting to see the body, so she's unable to help with the crime scene, unlike in ch1, where she helps by using her photographic memory to draw a picture of the crime scene before it got disturbed.

But WHAT IF the reason she doesn't want to go in is because she doesn't want to end up accidentally revealing herself as the killer- Like- First off the BDA thing, where 3 people who hadn't seen the murder needed to set it off- This isn't actual evidence, really, but i thought i could mention it- uh- Anyways! Another way she might reveal herself as the killer is being too- useful- Like, how Min volunteered to help Teruko investigate in Ch1, but it was actually just to make sure Teruko didn't figure out it was her. So- Rose could've made a fair assumption that Teruko or someone else could be suspicious- And so she used the excuse of not wanting to see the body as a way to get out of it.

The reason she might want to escape is because of her family- Who she put into debt and also got them out of it- So she obviously cares about them, ergo, motive for murder. (maybe she was reminded of this when Teruko told her the secret she got-? idk lol)

Plus, she mentions the grippy tape in the gym, and how she used it to be able to do a pullup- So she could've used it to get a better grip on the spinny thing during the murder. (I know it’s probably just a way for the tape to be introduced before the murder) She could've taken it from the gym whenever, and since she's the one who mentioned it was missing- Could be to get rid of suspicion. although she wasn't there when the tape disappeared from the gym, you can't rule out that she might have an accomplice- Or she could be the accomplice, either or-

Also, I've seen a lot of culprit Eden with accomplice Levi, but what about culprit *Rose* with accomplice Levi- Just a thought I had.

Rose culprit with Levi accomplice theorists wya

Another thing is the fact that she hides her face when talking to Teruko in the hallway after Arei's body is found- which means we can't see her expression. And since her voice is usually monotone, even when talking about stuff she cares for, we can't get any clues about her emotions from that either-

She's also the first one to mention that the evidence from the murder is probably hidden on the second floor, since it would be difficult to make elevator trips without people noticing it- This isn't *too* suspicious, but also, it could be. Because sometimes Danganronpa is so fucking sneaky and hides stuff in obvious places-

None of this is really concrete evidence it's her, even though she *does* try and push everyone back to assuming the murder happened at night, rather than in the morning like Teruko proved it did, during episode 12- And in Ch2 in general, Rose has been- kind of derailing the trial a bit. Not too noticeably, but a few things-

1- She *did* agree with Ace somewhat when he brought up Nico being the killer. Which is understandable, considering that they *did* lie and steal from her- But it could also be evidence of her trying to blame someone else for it without being overly suspicious.

2- She spends some time in Ch2 Ep9 trying to convince people that Arei committed suicide and not murder. Maybe a normal assumption, but given that they're in a murder trial, talking about a murder, and Veronika had already mentioned that Arei wouldn't have been able to snap her neck by jumping from the swingset- Plus the rule that if it *was* suicide, MonoTV wouldn't hold a trial. And since Rose has a photographic memory, she should've remembered that, right? She even mentions this- in the trial- She then brings up the possibility of assisted suicide, instead of continuing with the murder assumption like everybody else- Rose could've helped Arei kill herself, but this isn't a theory about that, it's about her being a murderer so-

Also, she hasn't fallen asleep once in T2 yet. Which is- strange considering she did in T1. And plus the fact that she possibly uses sleeping as a form of escapism. Maybe because she needs to contribute more to this trial for it to work, but it's still suspicious- I might just be reading too much into it idk- Maybe the reason she isn't sleeping this trial because she doesn't have anything to specifically try and escape right now. Unlike T1, Rose supposedly didn't see Arei's body, so she wouldn't be trying to forget it by sleeping through the trial.. But that's also not really evidence, mostly just guesses-

(Another thing- When the fish in the playground are brought up, she seems like she's going to say something- But then J interrupts and Rose just stops talking. Probably doesn't mean anything but I'm putting every Rose trial scene in here- )

She also doesn't have a reaction to the note being brought up, but she joins in after Teruko asks to see the note for the second time. She mentions how she and Whit figured Teruko wouldn't mind as much if Eden was the one who had the note- probably so Teruko could easily check if Eden was lying.

Rose doesn't talk for a while after that, but almost at the end of episode 10 she mentions that she doesn't have an alibi. Of course, this doesn't mean much, considering what happened in episode 12 where they find out that they got the whole time of the murder wrong- Which leaves almost nobody with an alibi. But I had to mention it so-

After that, she doesn't speak up again until Ace is mentioned as a suspect, and then she only mentions that Ace being on the second floor is suspicious. Which, again, normal assumption, but just let me have this- And after that, she brings up David's 'secret' of family depression not being on the board- Which starts David's whole Nagito arc that apparently lasted 2 hours-

Okay! Now on to episodes 11 + 12! Rose doesn't show up at the beginning part but she does show up when the others are talking about David's real secret. She mentions that no actual good came out of David pushing them to share their secrets- And then after that her only line immediately after David's reveal was just her talking about her memory again- And then after David and Hu's whole.. conversation, Rose mentions how David is 'Definitely the killer.' Which is, well, what everybody else assumed, too- I just think it's interesting how Rose only shows up in this trial when somebody else is being blamed.

After David's whole 'I killed Arei, blah blah blah' moment, Rose speaks up and says they should just vote now. Levi agrees, and he actually almost tells MonoTV to start the voting time. She's really pushing for just whoever seems the most suspicious at the moment- I mean, plenty of characters have done it, but it's still really interesting to me. Mostly because if Teruko hadn't stopped them, everyone would literally be dead. David's plan would've worked-

Okay! Now Ep12-

Rose doesn’t show up for a lot of it- again- But her first appearance in this ep was when Teruko realised her mistake. All she does is say that it was kind of a big mistake and that’s it. Nothing else about it from Rose. She doesn’t speak up during Arturo’s rant either. Rose is shown when Charles asks if anyone has any counterpoints against Arei being killed at 7:30AM, but she doesn’t say anything.

And then they go back to alibis, and like before, Rose still doesn’t have one. She never has one, because she’s always asleep- But that’s not evidence, really, because nobody (besides 3 people) even have an alibi for this-

She doesn’t show up during David’s monologue either, but then nobody really shows up during that besides J, David, Hu, and Teruko, so-

She comments on how scary Hu is after she interrupts David, but Rose still hasn’t contributed much in this ep- Although it was more focused on David and Xander, so that makes sense. When they talk about alibis again, Rose still doesn’t have one. Which isn’t surprising. After that, but before Levi derails the trial, Rose speaks up and mentions not having any clues and not knowing where to go from here-

But that’s all for this theory so far! uh.. I’ll probably finish it at some point- but i wanted to get it out before ep13 so- I’m so sorry to anyone who reads through this absolute rambling bullshit-

[crackedpumpkin]

I saw that you had requests open uh-

Rise Leo with a fem reader that works for/with the purple dragons?

Either as like another coder or an artist for the crappy group of teens- lol

a/n: lovely anon, the amount of agony i have just experienced in the past few hours as i try to release my brain from its den of constipated creativity is all for you. I hope you enjoy <3 Also, idk how tf I'm still sick even though it's been like, 5 days. Am i fated to simply shrivel away? Find out in the next update!

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Another day, another round of going through the same motions once again. I dread walking into the hallways drenched with the scent of overpowering cologne, where no one understands me. The smell burns like a thousand suns upon my being, making me shrivel away into a husk of mineself.

I despise the sunlight. It keeps me at bay, because the darkness is where I belong. It calls to me, draws me in like the everlasting comfort of father’s arms. If his arms were actually clean and comfortable, that is. 

Ah, the classroom approaches my vision. I hesitate. Is it truly worth the risk? Alas, I must follow through for the sake of my family. If only there were someone who truly understands me, and sees me for my true worth hidden under this hood of mine.

Am I just fated to be forever this amazing at being undercover? 

“Okay Leo, you can stop with the inner monologue now.”

“Hey, if reinventing oneself is this easy, why aren’t the rest of you here then?” Leo whispers back into his watch harshly, eyes narrowed into a glare directed at the neon light that depicts the time. 

“We sent you in because Mikey would get distracted, and I’m not there because I need to make sure Donnie has parental supervision at all times. And the reason why Donnie’s not there is because he’d stand out too much.”

“That is true; it is hard to hide such genius away instead of dazzling the clueless students.” Donnie muses over the small speaker he installed in the watch, having created this gadget specifically for this mission.

“Now remember, Leo, your mission is to get in, blend in, and make sure that Kendra’s not up to anything good. There’s been word on the street-”

“A.k.a. April,” Donnie interrupts.

“That there’s been a newcomer. And you know what they say about newcomers; they’re always up to no good.” Raph ignores Donnie, his firm instructions making Leo roll his eyes. 

“Chill out, guys. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m the best at going undercover! I’ll find what they’re planning and be out lickety-split!”

“Leo-”

“Oh, would you look at that! It’s time for class to start. Byeeee,” Leo cuts off his brother from saying anything further, quickly pressing a button on the side of his watch that ends all communication. 

He breathes a sigh of relief, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sleek black hoodie. He eyes the color distastefully. The sacrifices he’s had to make for this mission are excruciating.

“Alright Leo, time to get your best emo goth phase going.” He mutters under his breath, using his elbow to nudge the door open and entering with slouched shoulders. He peeks out from under his hood to scan the classroom. 

It’s packed with quiet students who stare at their monitors with eyes of focus. He’s pretty sure they don’t blink. He sucks in a nervous breath through his pursed lips, wandering around until he finds a seat. 

He glances around. The number of students around him is sparse, providing him with some form of relief. He’s secured a spot to survey the scene. Now, to find the little troublemakers that call themselves the Purple Dragons or whatever.

He does a quick spin in his chair, hands on the top as he balances himself on his knees. He frowns when he doesn’t see them, only to pause once his gaze lands on a group at the front. 

One, two, three, and four, he counts off mentally, pausing when he realises something’s amiss.

Four? There weren’t four the last time he checked. He vaguely recalls Raph’s words from earlier about some sort of newcomer. Ah, this must be her!

But once you turn your head, he forgets everything entirely. 

No one told him that the newcomer would be pretty.

He watches as you scoff at something Kendra says, leaning back in your seat as your fingers fly across the keyboard so quickly that all he registers is a blur. 

She’s pretty, so what? Don’t let it distract you from the mission, goth Leo. You’re here to flirt- I mean, find out what Kendra’s up to, he chides himself. He sits back down in his seat when the bell rings, slumping against the chair. The very picture of refined laziness of a high schooler that cares for nothing.

You gather your things and stand up from where Kendra, Jeremy, and Jason had gathered around you. “Look, I’ll continue debugging the programme later, okay?” You promise, Kendra nodding in satisfaction before she lets you go.

You breathe a sigh of relief, walking away from them and scanning the classroom for any empty seats, preferably away from the new gang you’ve suddenly found yourself a part of. You spot an empty seat at the back next to a student you’ve never seen before.

You raise a brow. You know everyone in this classroom, already having familiarised yourself with their faces. But they’re someone you’ve never seen before. You make your way over, unable to contain your curiosity at their getup. It’s as if they’re allergic to the very air itself, from the way they’re dressed in a hoodie and long black sweatpants that cover every inch of their body.

Leo spots you approaching from the corner of his eye, heart pounding as he does his best to remain unbothered. This is the time to put his acting skills to the test. He watches you sit down warily, his body tensing when you turn to face him with a smile.

“I’m Y/n,” You introduce yourself, noting the slight raise of their head when you speak.

“Leonardo,” He introduces himself smoothly, relieved when his voice doesn’t crack from how nervous he is. 

“Well, nice to meet you, Leonardo. Is this your first time taking this class?” You ask, resting your elbows on the table while propping your chin on your hand. You’re a little wary of his character, based on the way he’s dressed. Maybe he’s cold. In this heat, though? But it wouldn’t hurt to get to know him, you suppose.

“Yeah, would someone as kind as you show me the ropes, hermosa?” He grins.

You take a moment to contemplate, glancing back at your project that still has so much work to be done. However, it wouldn’t hurt to help out a newbie. Plus, you could just google what he had called you later. 

"So, are you just chilling here or...?" You ask, gesturing to the black screen of his monitor. "Do you not know how to turn it on...?"

"Oh, I just prefer not to. I do my best thinking monitor-less." 

"Sure..." You hide a grin at his words, chuckling. "Power button's on the bottom right." You whisper, pressing another button to turn on his CPU for him. 

Huh. Leo rather liked the sound of your laugh.

“Thanks. Looks like my first lesson of the day’s already going smoothly,” He chirps, already moving the mouse and double-clicking on random programs that have been pre-downloaded into the PC. He leans over to you slightly, peeking at your screen and comparing it with his.

He opens a coding software that looks similar to yours, the only difference being that his is blank, whilst yours is filled with hundreds of lines of code. You take a moment to read through your own code, trying to find the singular error that’s making your life a living hell.

“Woah,” You flinch, caught off guard by his sudden closeness to your side. “What’s that mean?” He points to a random line, looking at you for an explanation. 

“This function just makes it so that when a button is clicked, it’ll check all the fields of my form before it’s allowed to go through to the server. It’s supposed to be simple validation, but for some reason, it’s not going through.” You all but growl under your breath, growing irritated at the wonderful reminder of your current progress.

“Riiiight, functions.” Leo nods, though the slow drawl in his voice makes you hesitate. 

“Sorry,” You apologize sheepishly, “This chunk here is basically making it so that when this button is pressed, it checks if everything’s been filled before letting it process,” You attempt to simplify, pleased when you hear a sound of realisation from the boy beside you.

Guess you have to start from scratch. You shift your chair closer to his, sharing the desk with him. You reach out and grab the keyboard, sliding it closer. “Now, type what I’m highlighting on my screen, okay?” 

He readies his sleeve-covered hands, placing them on top of the keyboard confidently and accidentally pressing down on multiple keys. The page gets spammed with random sequences of numbers and letters, and he chuckles sheepishly before rapidly backspacing.

You wait patiently, his inexperience making you reminisce fondly on the days spent reading up and watching Youtube tutorials on how to code. Once he clears the screen of the numerous characters, you clear your throat, sitting up a little straighter in your seat.

“So, you’re gonna type this.” You tilt the screen of your own monitor and use your mouse to highlight a certain part of your code. He types away, looking up now and then to compare your code to his. 

"So, what'd these nerds ask you to do?" He takes the chance to ask, using his chin to nod at the people you were with earlier whilst propping his feet up on the desk.

"Acting as if you're not a nerd yourself," You laugh, "I was helping them debug a few things in their program."

"Ah-ah," Leo holds up a finger, quickly shoving it back inside the pockets of his hoodie when his sleeves start to slip, "I'm a dork, not a nerd. The main difference? Dorks are lovable, and girls like lovable."

“Sure they do,” You snort, leaning back in your seat.

“Of course they do! After all, you’re still talking to me, aren’t you, hermosa?” He points out smugly.

Well, that is true. You pause, cheeks warm as you try to think of a way to retort but come up with none. “I suppose you’re right,” You admit in defeat, sharing a chuckle with him. 

“You do know that they’re bad news, though, right?”

You purse your lips, frowning slightly as you sigh. “Yeah, but I owe Kendra a favour.” You admit with a simple shrug.

“A favour? That’s it?” Leo’s baffled by how simple your reason is.

“Yeah, I don’t like owing favours to people. Besides, it’s just temporary,” You say, raising a brow at his rather intrusive questions. Did he know…?

He wouldn’t know, you chuckle. There’s no way he’d know about the hacking device Kendra had asked you to help debug for her. 

Oh, she knows something. Leo can feel it in his gut, noting the slight suspicion in your gaze. He shrugs, propping his elbows behind his back and leaning against his chair. “None of my business anyway. Besides that, though, what do you think? I did pretty good, huh?” 

“Not bad for a first timer,” You smile, pleasantly surprised that he had figured out how to toy around with the different aspects of the webpage in such a short time, relaxing at his carefree attitude.

“Anyway, what’s your favourite movie?” Leo asks eagerly, trying to figure out a way to build back up to the conversation about the Purple Dragons once more. A harmless question wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Oh, right now it’s Frozen. But I’ll always have an attachment to the ones I grew up with, like Lou Jitsu,” You answer absentmindedly, having moved your chair back to resume debugging your own code.

“You know Lou Jitsu?” 

“Yeah, my dad made me watch every single one when I was younger. Now it’s like a guilty pleasure,” You say, pausing after. “Wait, you know Lou Jitsu too?” You question with wide eyes, shocked that there’s someone else in this school who knows of Lou Jitsu.

“Of course! I’m his biggest fan, along with Jupiter Jim, of course,” Leo brags, lazily spinning in his chair. 

“I haven’t heard that name in forever,” You lean your cheek into your palm, nostalgia hitting as you remember the days spent in your room, rifling through page after page of Jupiter Jim comics. “Jupiter Jim was fantastic. Actually, I think I still have a few issues still in mint condition. Planned to sell them, but kinda forgot with all the projects I got going on,” You gesture tiredly to your bright screen in silent explanation.

Wow. If he wasn’t already infatuated with you, he sure is now.

Leo’s about to speak when the school bell rings, signalling the start of lunch. Students start to pack up, streaming out the door automatically in search of food. You hear a small growl from his stomach, looking at him with eyes that shine with amusement.

“Shall we continue this conversation over lunch?” You ask as you hold his gaze. Well, you’re pretty sure that you’re looking straight into his eyes. It’s hard to tell where his are under the hood. You’re still not sure why he’s hiding his face, but hey, Leonardo seems fun to hang out with. 

Plus, he’s funny. 

You like funny.

“Yo, Y/n!” You turn at the mention of your name, deflating slightly when you see Kendra gesturing you over to the front. 

“Looks like we have to postpone that lunch date, mi amor.”

You pause in the middle of gathering your things. You’re not a native Spanish speaker by any means, but you’re pretty sure you know what the nickname implies. A rosy pink blush blossoms on your cheeks, clearing your throat and standing up in your seat. 

“Catch you later, Corazón,” You rush off to meet Kendra after your daring reply, though Leo spots the flustered glance you throw over your shoulder. He grins, a rush of euphoria giving him a high he never thought possible.

"Leo, anything to report?" Raph’s voice suddenly speaks from his watch. He immediately covers it with his hand, glancing around furtively to check if anyone’s heard. Luckily, it’s only him in the lab, and the Purple Dragons are too far away to have heard.

He hesitates, watching you join Kendra and leave, but not before you cast an apologetic glance over your back to him. The smile doesn’t leave his lips, his gaze fixated on you as you round the corner. He finally lifts up his watch to his face, answering his brothers.

"No, nothing special to report, dear brother. Over and out."

[crescentrivers]

LONG POST TIME!!! Expanding on the swap au mentioned in this post cause a few people seemed interested and also I just wanted to.

Edit: this post is kind of outdated for the au and its cringe so ignore it, more roleswap stuff coming eventually maybe

The idea was originally just a joke like “what if Pokey and Paul were role swapped lol that would be fun to draw sometime for like a shitpost or for like next April fools” but it spiraled because like the original post mentioned my brain cannot leave things alone

So the lords in black + Webby are humans and some characters that were originally human take their place, I know that’s been done before but who becomes gods is different I think. I haven’t really decided who’s swapped with who, (other than Pokey and Paul are swapped and Webby and Hannah are swapped) but it’ll probably ended up being the LIB swap with their blorbos. The only thing is it’s kind of hard to picture some of these characters as that kind of evil, so I wouldn’t say they’re all chaotic evil now but they’re absolutely some kind of evil.

(It’s not like a super direct roleswap all the time but the main idea is the og gods are humans and some humans are the gods now.)

I don’t have much decided with this au yet (if you have ideas I’d love to heard them) but what I do have down I’ll put under the cut:

So human names

Pokey - Porter

Blinky - Bentley

Tinky - Terrance

Nibbly - Nathan

Wiggly - William

Webby - Willow

All of them are half siblings (except Wiggly and Webby might be twins my age headcanons keep changing) who have the same mom. They had a rough childhood and their family is very dysfunctional, they’re able to reconnect in most timelines but the stories usually start with their relationship being strained in some way.

Hannah is the youngest of the gods, Webby/Willow met her when she was a kid. At the time they acted around the same age but Willow being a human aged faster (Hannah’s actually like a few hundred years older than Willow at the least) so Hannah’s still a kid/teen. She has matured some since then though so she doesn’t act the exact same as when they met. I think that when they met Hannah would’ve been more chaotic neutral, not really understanding right and wrong and just wanting to have fun (kind of like the Collector from TOH) but thanks to her friendship with Willow she started to understand the value of life on Earth and that the adult gods are kind of awful people, so now she tries to protect humanity.

Another thing I can talk more about is what the roleswapped TGWDLM would be about since that’s where this au idea first started, still not like fully decided but there is some interesting stuff involving it.

Unlike TGWDLM where the story is sort of from the hives POV and the hive/Pokey makes choices that would point to them seeing Paul as the musical’s main character, Paul doesn’t really care about Porter, only putting special focus on him when he gets in his way. The story is more just from Porter’s POV.

It starts with Porter returning to his hometown of Hatchetfield because a musical he’s acting in is on tour there (the musical is either Mamma Mia like in TGWDLM or Santa Claus is Going to Highschool I haven’t decided which) so he reunites with his half siblings. But nothing good ever happens in Hatchetfield so a meteor crashes into the theater. Then the mayor (whoever that is in this au) just bans musicals. Note the anti musical thing isn’t a big part of Paul’s motivations in this au, it’s just kind of a thing that’s happening. If you’re going to take over the world with a hivemind you might as well ban the thing you don’t like, right? The only reason the story focuses on it at all is that this is from Porter’s POV and he’s a massive theatre kid.

Im not sure what Paul’s exact motivations are in this au, probably power/just wanting control or him trying to bring some fucked up kind of order/peace through mind control. Probably a mix of both idk. Also I don’t know what their real names are in this au but they aren’t Paul and Hannah, combing up with fancy eldritch names is hard.

In an alternate timeline where this is the musical we got instead of TGWDLM the gimic would obviously be different since the hivemind is no longer musical. Basically I picture that it would start with big grand ensemble numbers with even the solos or smaller group songs having back up singers, but overtime as more people succumb to the hive the numbers gets smaller and smaller as less people are left to participate. I’m not sure if that means the songs are diegetic and the musical-ness is actually being sucked out of the world or if it’s just a metaphorical thing to show how people keep getting infected.

Porter is upset but his siblings don’t really take things seriously until like murder starts happening and it becomes clear more is going on under the surface. So it becomes the family’s goal to survive and that goes about as well as it did for the gang in canon TGWDLM. Eventually this leads to Porter trying to destroy the hive by blowing up the meteor which also goes about as well as it did for Paul in canon TGWDLM.

Also through all this BS Porter has some kind of character arc. He probably starts of kind of egotistical and self centered, he’s not nearly as evil as canon Pokey but he’s kind of selfish and generally a jerk to those around him, mans probably has some kind of main character complex. But through all the horrors he probably starts to open up and be nicer to those around him, he still has a lot of an ego but he’s an actually nice guy who cares about his family and just wants to stop the force that’s hurting them.

If anyone actually read all of this I love you

[iraprince]

hi idk if this is a weird question but like. how do u Make Art with adhd? you mentioned in your comic that you struggled w various other creative hobbies, but like drawing feels to me always like the Big Bad Thing I Cannot Ever do. even tho i want to make it my career LOL

how'd you get past that?

not a weird question at all! this is actually a question i ask myself pretty much every day, bc generally my answer to "how do i make art with adhd" has always been: With Great Difficulty, lmfao.

it's hard! i am not always good at it! i made art my job bc i realistically couldn't imagine being truly happy with anything else; if that wasn't the case, i'm not sure i would be doing this. like, that ends up being a big divide between the hobbies mentioned in that comic vs art, which is something that it seems (according to viewing my online activity) i do "Consistently;" it is my career, so there's a level of like, urgency and necessity there that my hobbies don't have. which, like, obviously my advice is not "make it your job so that you HAVE to OR ELSE :)" because it doesn't work like that. i am spending an amount of time OR-ELSE-ing that i think might surprise ppl, and i am frankly very lucky that my wife is the primary provider for our family, because it gives me a safety net for when my brain makes a loud grinding noise and then belches a big cloud of smoke and i have to spend a week hitting it with a wrench.

ANYWAY. this is going to get long bc i have a lot of thoughts abt it. there's really no one answer to getting past it, and i am not "past it," i don't know if i think anyone ever can be! we can just try really hard to keep going in ways that won't burn us out. if i had to pull out the absolute #1 most important thing i've learned over the past few years, it is -- and i know this sounds like dumb corny bullshit but you really have to stay with me here -- being kind and patient with yourself.

i'm being so dead serious. if beating yourself up and freaking out and constantly agonizing over how much more you Could be drawing worked, you would be drawing right now. if beating ourselves up over our output worked, EVERYONE would be drawing ALL the time. it doesn't fucking work! it does not! do literally anything other than yelling at yourself. it's bullshit. it's fuckery. it does not work.

on the other hand, cultivating as much kindness and patience and compassion as i can muster -- saying, "well, it looks like i just don't have it today. that's okay, let's try again tomorrow," even if i'm saying it through clenched teeth and i don't really believe it -- THAT works, because it chips away at the idea of drawing being life or death. it's probably a very similar feeling to you describing art as The Big Bad Thing. of course if you hang all your self worth on it and let it become immense and dominating, it's going to be hard to interact with it! it's scary! it becomes easier to avoid it than to try to tackle it and then feel disappointed in yourself in a more active way (vs. just disappointed in yet another day where u didn't try). but every time i sigh and say "okay" when my brain is screaming and crying bc art just is not working, and i decide to rest and try again tomorrow, 1. it is easier to do a little bit of work the next day when i'm rested than it is to do ANY work when i chain myself to my desk for 9 hours and demand results, and 2. i learn that it is not the end of the world. it just isn't. and so art gets smaller, and less frightening, and it can just be my job (something i have to wrangle my adhd around just like anything else, like grocery shopping and keeping the house clean and keeping up with my friends) instead of some huge destructive boss battle with my identity hanging in the balance.

sometimes you have to talk to yourself like a little kid. if a little kid came to you upset and was like "i wanna draw but i just can't. i don't know why." you would (hopefully) not be like, "whatever, i guess you're just not cut out for it then!" or whatever other mean shit we say to ourselves when we can't draw. you would be like, "well, okay. do you want me to sit with you? how do we start? where's some stuff we can draw with? hm, i can't really think of what to draw either. did you see anything pretty or cool today? let's just draw some shapes." etc etc. and if the kid got frustrated and it still wasn't working you'd be like, you know what, that was a good try. let's have some lunch and try again later. and you deserve that same level of patience, and that level of CURIOUS problem-solving ("what can we try? what might be easier?") instead of, like, adversarial/blame-assigning problem solving ("what the fuck is the matter with you? why can't you just do it?")

also, shaking things up!! one of the most frustrating things abt adhd for me is i'll find a new strategy that Works, but it only works for like, two weeks or whatever, and then it stops working and i have to do something else. i have had a way better time just accepting that that's how things work vs thinking of these cycles as "failures."

if i start dreading working at my desk, i throw a block of printer paper onto a clip board and work on the couch for a few weeks. when that stops working, i get back on drawpile and do all my warmup sketches on an interactive canvas, with strangers around me (virtual coffeeshop lol?). when i get tired of that, then maybe i'm ready to be alone with clip studio again. nope, still not working? okay, let's stream while i'm working for a while then. let's start drawing differently. let's change the background color i draw on. just, like, i keep shaking things up to see if maybe i can trick my brain into feeling like we're doing something totally new for a while, and a lot of the times it works, and when it does not work i am not an asshole to myself, which is, as i keep reiterating, super vital.

when i make the most art is when i get super excited about something and i let myself go apeshit. (there's a reason my guild wars 2 stuff is corralled on a sideblog lmao.) when commissions start grinding to a halt for me, a lot of times it's bc i've let them become Tasks on a to-do list instead of remembering that each piece is a DRAWING; it can help for me to sit down and go through each piece in my queue and really look at it, and remind myself that these are DRAWINGS and i LOVE drawing, and to point out to myself stuff in the wip that i like, and stuff i'm excited to draw the next time i work on it. it's very easy to flatten stuff into just An Obligation if you stress too much about it, but it's very helpful to slow down and step back and remind yourself WHY you care that much. it's not just bc you have to.

i don't really want this to get much longer than it already is, especially when i don't really have concrete tips so much as rambling opinions and examples of stuff that Kind Of works for me Sometimes. i think the tldr is: relax, be nice, keep it fresh. i hope at least some of this is helpful!

[puuuders]

ok hi it’s that random author of the fic u keep drawing :>

i just want to let u know how much ur art has meant to me, like genuinely i cant express it enough. i keep coming back to tumblr to look at what you’ve already done and then i stalk ur page and then somehow there’s always MORE and it’s insane truly you are so talented and i am forever grateful.

anyway i am just rambling i just wanted to say thank u for everything your art has meant more to me than you’ll ever know and i hope that the upcoming updates (i’ll try to post weekly) will satisfy the terzomega enjoyers

(one of these days maybe if ppl r interested ill do a little fun fact thing about Little Monster…… if anyone is interested that is lol idk)

ok thanks bye

I'm gonna break this response into sections bc I have a lot to say and my brain gets jumbled easily

1. This is so sweet! I get so fucking giddy when I see you responded to my drawings. Like I audibly went "hehehe" when I saw your last reblog lmfao. I absolutely love your series and have been also stalking your page waiting for part 3 to come out and low key jumped in the air and clicked my heels together when it did. It actually makes my chest hurt, but that just shows you are extremely good at conveying emotion. One of the best short stories/series I have ever read, and that is excluding the fact that I am a major fan of Ghost. You are extremely talented.

2. I borderline am going through a drawing addiction rn and your series is fueling that flame (not a bad thing at all, it's a great thing). I had horrible art block before I joined Tumblr and pumping out art like this makes me feel so great.

3. ANYTHING LITTLE MONSTER. FEAST MODE ACTIVATED. #HUNGRY. FEEDMEMORE.COM. GIMME FUN FACTS (but also you mentioned before you are having a bit of writers block, don't pressure yourself! You post when you feel like it and I'mma be here)

Sorry for typing out a whole essay. I really appreciate your interest in my art! Expect a lot more. Can't stop and I will not stop

[pastelpousay]

That anon was a total moron. They call themselves normal when they’re literally a tumblr user lmao. Like we tumblr ushers are not normal that’s why we’re on tumblr 😂

Like I’m anti-proship and all that’s stuff too and I genuinely don’t see anything wrong with your self ship with Hades! There’s nothing controversial about Rina and Hades! I mean Rina is 25 so…idk what they were talking about fr. I self shipped with older dudes when I was 15 too (of course I did the same thing you do by making the ocs legal lmao) 😂 I think we’ve ALL been guilty of that I mean look at those “I was sold to One Direction” fics on Wattpad back in like 2014 😂 Legit I self ship with dudes old enough to be my grandad like c’mon dude! Nearly half of tumblr ships themselves with old men lmao its what we’re all about 🤣

As long as the character isn’t a p*do or doing in*est stuff or horribly illegal stuff or stuff like that then you go for it! Hades literally a Disney villain like the most controversial thing he’s done is try to kill baby Herc lmao and he didn’t even succeed in that lmao, that god is just a big ol hotheaded dork lmao! Idk if that anon was an adult or not, but they should be ashamed if they were. The older self ship community should be looking out for the younger ones too! I think Rina and Hades are adorable! Keep up the awesome art and writing!!! I’m glad you didn’t let that anon get to you! Good job standing up for yourself! ☺️💕 (and sorry if this came off as weird! 😅😅 I wasn’t trying to be! I was just saying I did the same thing when I was a teen so I know how it is lol)

HIHI ANA!! DW YOU DIDNT COME OFF AS WEIRD AT ALL WHAT YOU SAID WAS VERY SWEET AND SO SO TRUTHFUL!!!💗

ALSO YES LITERALLY THE WORST THING HE DID WAS TRY AND KILL HIS NEPHEW LIKE WHAT AND IM ACTUALLY BAFFLED THEY HAD THE AUDACITY TO CALL HIM A “problematic character” 💀 LITERALLY WHAT CHAT?!? I HAD TO SIT THERE FOR A GOOD 5 MINUTES ACTUALLY PROCESSING THAT THROUGH WITHOUT LAUGHING MY ASS OFF 💀 NGL I THOUGHT IT WAS A PRANK AT FIRST. ALSO LITERALLY YES WHY ARE YOU GROUPING YOURSELF AS NORMAL YOUR ON TUMBLR FIRST OF ALL SECOND IM ASSUMING THEYRE A SELF SHIPPER CUZ HOW ELSE WOULD THEY FIND MY ACC 😭 SO LIKE DUDE THATS BASICALLY A DOUBLE NEGATIVE TO BEING NORMAL MY GUY💀😭. I LITERALLY DONT KNOW WHY THEY HAD THE AUDACITY TO COME HERE WITH THIS “ur a proshipper 😿” BULLSHIT LIKE DUDE I LITERALLY MADE SURE RINAS BRAIN WAS FULLY DEVELOPED BEFORE I EVEN MADE LORE 💀😭 like yea it’s an age gap but like she’s literally a human and Hades is a whole ass god LIKE WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO😭 but ohhh when someone else ships themselves with Dracula it’s not a problem 💀. I WAS LOWK HOPING IT WOULD JUST BE ME THO THEY SENT THIS TOO CUZ IM A BIT CONCERNED LIKE WHAT IF THEYRE SPREADING HATE TO OTHER HADES SELF SHIPPERS OR LIKE OTHER SELF SHIPPERS IN GENERAL. I was honestly contemplating on deleting it but I’m too petty for that lmaoao ALSO THANK YOU SMM ILL BE SURE TO KEEP UP WITH ALL MY STUFF AND I WILL CONTINUE TO DRAW THEM SMOOCHING JUST TO PISS PPL LIKE THIS OFF 💪😼 It gives me life.

THANK YOU AGAIN ANA THIS WAS SO SWEET 💗 I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAYYY, NIGHT WHATEVER TIME IT IS IDK BUT YEA!! If this person comes in ur inbox dw 💪🐺 I’ll take care of them /j

[nolas-barf]

Hayy Vom-Itz

I finally Drew one of my little characters that pops in my head.

Her name is Nicole/Nola, (obvi)

Alr so let me explain myself.

I can't.

Itzzz kinda freaky and I'm clearly going through a phase at the moment.. sooo, your judgment is not valid 🤙🏻😔

So I've had this little character floating around in my head and it's kind of been there for a couple of weeks. I have 10 different other characters that I have going on in my head but I have yet to illustrate.

I guess she just stood out more 🤷🏻‍♀️

She was kidnapped when she was 17 and when she turned 18 the experiment started and she slowly became less and less human.

Forced to endure abuse and on top of that working for her new "boss"(kidnapper) she has tons of tasks to do around his big ass mansion

Nola is a test subject along with many others, they all have different jobs that they stick to doing throughout the day. She's kind of the "leader" not really the boss or really even leader but they kind of nominated her I guess 🙄

(okay stay with me)

She carries the most of the heavy workload, making her have rlly bad anxiety with also the past and abuse that she endured when she did something wrong making her try to do everything perfect the first time.

She has a speech impediment that makes her brain feel like it is on fire (sizzling) when she can't think of a word or stutter profusely, not even able to get a word out without stuttering.

(Me 2)

She's really nice but incredibly shy and skittish.

Despite her speech impediment she is very well spoken and respectful when she talks.

Okay. The ears and the tail.

WAIT.

Before you call me a furry. I just want to say that this is totally anatomy based, I am obsessed with the anatomy of a half animal half human.

I find it really interesting and fun to look at and experiment with, the joints, how and why things would work ECT🤓👍🏻

I also think it would be cool to see how you would connect the ears and the tail if your character wasn't originally"born" with ears and a tail not originally a "hybrid" like with the nerves and connecting the tail to the spine, removing human ears and "moving the eardrum up to the top of the head" I put in quotation marks cuz obviously this is not possible but it's fun to think about!

Anyway the image above with the outfits was just a "mood board/ideas" on what they would wear. I always have to make mood boards for my characters before I illustrate them (draw).

D3: her third day under the "care" of her new"boss".

D100: her 100th day,she has gotten used to her new "boss" and how things will work in the future.

D1826.25: her 1826.25 day it has been 5 years since she was kidnapped by her "boss" she has definitely gotten the hang of things by now.

I'm not too keen on giving her the tail or ears just because I feel like it leans too close into furry territory, not judging I used to be one-

(in 5th grade) buuuttt idk something about it makes me uncomfy🫶🏻😭

I don't feel like this is my best work yet I've definitely done better in the past but I'm proud I guess LOL.

I've been trying to give drawing another shot.

(I haven't drawn something since 6th grade)

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

I definitely struggled with her hair I finished this drawing super late at night and I couldn't figure out how to do it right or really what I wanted to do with the hair in general 😭

But here are my inspiration pics, you can see the vision. I hope. 🛐

[cellsshapedlikestars]

Seeing all your cool home updates && half-watching some HGTV w/my mom while drawing had a simple prompt idea if you might be interested! Basically HGTV reno show Jonsa - Sansa is a designer and finally gets a chance for her own show but loses Rob (her #1 contractor) to an injury before filming starts && Jon jumps in (either to help Rob /or/ the studio execs (maybe Targs?) throw him in) and the two have to work together somehow. Idk idk, just wanted to share! <3

ANON.

No, you have no idea, I already HAVE a house reno wip. It's not super long, but... yeah. I've got that.

Here, I'll post what I have written of it, since we CAN'T GET ONTO AO3.

this isn't exactly your prompt, though I do honestly love yours a lot and sort of want to change mine. If I changed mine, the show Sansa works on would definitely be like Rehab Addict, where she restores old homes to their prior state instead of making them "modern"

But mine is sort of similar? This snippet is just the set up and doesn't include the part where Sansa decides to start a youtube channel for her renovations, (a la WabiSabE, which I used to watch and was probably the inspiration for this fic when I first started writing it like a year ago lol), and everyone starts shipping her with her contractor Jon, who she keeps forcing to be in the videos because she can't really make them without him being in it...

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Sansa winces as her car hits another bump and jolts her in her seat.

“You owe me,” she huffs out, hands tight around the wheel.

“I know, I know,” Robb's voice comes through her sound system and fills the car. He's distracted, she can tell, and she bites back a snippy comment. Robb's just so busy, he couldn't possibly get away.

That's not fair, the small part of her brain that's still being rational thinks. Of course Robb couldn't drop everything and come out to the middle of nowhere to deal with their Great Uncle Brynden's estate. Robb's got a new baby and his job.

Robb's got a baby, Arya's got her tournaments, Bran has school, and Rickon's still underage. All of her siblings have lives they can't get away from. All except her.

No significant other, no kids. A tenuous career that she can technically do from anywhere.

“Oh no,” she breathes, when the house finally comes into sight through the trees.

“What's wrong?” Robb asks, his full attention back on her.

“Robb,” she whines, the car coming to a pathetic, rolling stop on the overgrown gravel drive. “It's a mess.”

“A mess?”

She doesn't answer, too busy staring at the mansion in front of her. Or, what used to be a mansion, she thinks.

It's still vaguely house-shaped, but... The roof is missing shingles in multiple places, the windows all seem busted out. The steps up to the covered front porch are fine, but the porch itself has a massive sinkhole, and half the wood looks rotted and ready to crumble.

Gods, if this is what the outside looks like...

“What kind of a mess?” Robb asks. She's just about to start listing the many problems when she hears another car approaching.

“I've gotta go,” she tells Robb. “I think the lawyer's here.” She hangs up before Robb can answer, and watches the other car slowly emerge through the trees up the bumpy road, past the broken gates, and onto the circular gravel drive. It stops behind her and a man gets out. She gets out, too, phone clutched in her hand, just in case.

“Miss Stark?” the man asks, and his face splits into a kind smile when she nods. “Perfect, perfect. I'm Samwell Tarly. It's nice to finally meet you.”

Sansa moves forward to shake the lawyer's hand. He isn't what she was expecting. He's young, for one – maybe only a few years older than her. And he seems just as nice in person as he'd been over the phone. She didn't think lawyers came in nice.

“We should have met at your office,” she says, eyeing up the weeds sprouting from between the gravel and brushing against her ankles. “I didn't realize the road here would be so...”

Mr. Tarly laughs. “This place has been abandoned for quite some time,” he agrees. “I never met Brynden myself, but I’d heard about him. Apparently he decided to up and travel the world and left this…”

Sansa looks back at the crumbling mansion and feels her face scrunch up. She tries to smooth it out. “So, how fast do you think I can sell this?” she asks.

That’s when Mr. Tarly’s smile falters. “Well,” he starts, hesitant, “you see, it’s in such a poor state, I can’t imagine anyone would be willing to buy it.”

“But the land must be worth something? They can just knock it down and-”

“Ah,” Mr. Tarly winces, and Sansa’s sentence breaks off, unfinished. “I suppose you didn’t read all the fine print?” At the slow shake of her head, he grimaces. “Riverrun Manor is a historic property. You, legally, are not allowed to tear the structure down. Anything you do needs to go through lots of committee approvals…”

“So what you’re saying,” Sansa says, closing her eyes as reality crashes down around her, “is that literally no one is going to want to buy this.”

“Maybe if you find someone who’s both very rich, and very interested in Riverlands history?”

She opens her eyes and there must be a glare on her face, because Mr. Tarly winces again.

Then she turns back to the manor, and really looks at it this time. Beneath the grime and the moss and the crumbling wood, she can see what it used to be.

“What if I fixed it up a bit?” she asks, turning back to the lawyer. “What if I just did the major repairs, do you think someone would buy it then?”

She doesn’t want to do that, but it beats letting the property sit around even longer and paying the taxes on it. Or, worse, not paying the taxes and having that on her and her sibling’s financial records.

“I’m not a real estate agent,” Mr. Tarly responds, looking at the building thoughtfully. “But this is a good location, lots of historic stuff around. I wouldn’t doubt you could sell it if the building weren’t… well, that.” He waves his hand towards the manor.

“Alright,” she nods. “Maybe we should head to your office to do the paperwork, though? Then I’ll… I guess I’ll look for a contractor?”

Sam nods, and a bright smile lights his face again. “Oh, I know someone you can call!”

[blade-that-was-broken]

I genuinely dont know how you can make me go insane with literally all your fics.... like how are all of them so good?????? I literally want to bash my head open and scream into the sky so god can hear how much a love your stories

Anyways, I know you already have like a million wips and on-going fics but the Jd and "hallucination" Clay one is amazing and I need more to survive the winter (also anamnestic Jd and half-life, but again, million wips so I wont actually ask u to write more about them bcs actively upgrading all of this should be genuinely inhumane). The point is..... uhm, love your work youre a genius and I want to affectionately eat your work like a wild dog keep writing 😺👍

Not me almost busting into tears and falling flat on my face. Pffftttt that can’t be me. It has been months and several people and I just cannot for the life of me wrap my head around the fact that people really, actually, like my writing.

I know it's fanfic and the characters aren't mine (I'm really sad I can write fanfic but cannot for the life of me work out a plot for my original characters) but it blows my mind! I'm so freaking glad you like it. It makes me so happy ya'll literally have no idea. Warms this lonely friendless soul LOL (no need to bash ur head and scream, God can hear you just fine haha)

I didn't want to have a million wips but I shouldn't be surprised. The list of original characters I have... the wips are pretty on par with me in terms of numbers haha

When my brain allows, I try to write some Clay and JD stuff cause that just ajdshjsbdejw I love (when it’s not them on opposite sides, that’s not my jam) and it’s just….. hmmm yeah.

Things We Lost has amnesiac JD AND Clay xD lol it’s just a one shot but I went through a bit of an amnesia JD phase for a second there.

Divided Frame of Mind has JD and hallucinations - or rather, JD thinking he does. That’s a reunion one shot fic.

And as much as I shriek about John and Spruce in Half Life… John and Clay are just oooooofffff yes. I’m a bit scared to finish a drawing of them but one of these days I’d like to. Or some kind of drawing. Idk.

As for Something to Remember, I had something written up - just a bit - for them meeting up with Bruce but someone suggested something about Bruce and Clay finding out together so I'll probably scrap it. But I also might throw the snippets out here into the internet void, depending on how I feel.

But I love, love, love answering questions so honestly, if you have a question about anything, feel free. If I feel like it's too big of a spoiler - I'll just put warnings and under a reading break. But like for real, I'm an open book.

Thank you so much though. I am so freaking happy that you like my writing. I was friends with an aspiring author for a really long time and I never really thought of myself as much of a writer. We wrote stuff, of course, and eventually I wrote fanfic (started off in Star Wars. It was a hard hitter haha) but I never really considered myself much you know, writer-y so it's truly crazy to me seeing people like my stuff.