#it feels so good to be doodling them again aa

[morbidpaintz]

[khytal]

Hrrg, okay hi I was the anon who sort of indirectly prompted the 4-1 comic by asking about the whole fire power stigma thing and Apollo and Phoenix and, whatever it's been 4 months, good chance you don't even remember.

But this was, so very much worth the wait. It's so good and it hurts and I want to hug him and it looks so COOL and

Anyways I'm just over here having feelings, you're really good at art and that comic is very good.

thank you!!!! again really sorry it took so long o(-< I'm glad you enjoyed it!!! I kinda wish I had included something to refer to apollo being passed from home to home but I can probably cover that with a comic with dhurke

(general update on ??? idk art plans I guess)

@ everyone who's still waiting on an answer, I wish I was faster at art/more confident in scribbling out stuff h (there are asks in my drafts, and sometimes I wait until I have similar asks to group them up, and then my hand gets hurt, and fksghjlfd)

I'm busy this week and I would like to start getting through the rest of my aa character list before the year ends (I'm behind, at 16 out of 31) but I'm gonna try to be less. perfectionist about doodles so I can actually empty out my inbox x')

(for now I've decided the next big tp au post is going to be turnabout goodbyes and I estimate it to be 4-5 pages?)

[van-zieksy]

Hello again! I don't even remember why I deactivated receiving asks on my blog, I fixed that now 😅

I didn't see the complete Dracula Musical either, I just found the songs on Spotify by coincidence and enjoyed a few of them.

Sadly I never saw Thomas Borchert on stage and Munich is far away from where I live and I don't really see an opportunity to go there in the near future.

Back to TGAA: Of course Barok doesn't really fit the role, the Dracula thing is more about the aesthetics than anything else for me too, plus just a fun thing to think about, like I mentioned an AU where he...either is evil or gets possessed by something evil, who knows? lol.

I probably won't make a fully fledged AU out of any of this, but maybe I'll draw a little doodle with him and Kazuma singing when I feel motivated.

And I really like your idea with Barok and Kazuma as a vampire hunting duo!

Now I imagine a silly scene where Kazuma is careful to be stealthy while Barok can simply walk into a group of vampires they are hunting down who just go like "that guy looks like he belongs here, I don't see a problem" 😂

Nice! That means I can now send you asks.

Woah, a possessed Barok sounds delightful. I'm very much into seeing characters possessed. They make for some of the most interesting bosses in video games because we have to but do not want to fight them. They are people we care about and want to bring back. I've actually written something similar a few months ago and how we have to fight a possessed Kazuma in a Castlevania x AA crossover (here we go again lol). So yes, I love that idea!

Your last paragraph made me laugh so much! :D Haha, yes, Barok could very much go undercover in a vampire hideout without arousing too much suspicion. Now, if they can smell that he's a mortal though, then that could be an issue, but let's assume they are not capable of detecting this. Barok the Trojan Horse. Excellent.

While Barok distracts the vampires, Kazuma is stealthily incapacitating (not killing...yet) them out one after another. I actually am in favour of them having found a way to ensure vampires don't rely on blood anymore to survive, so the vampires have a choice if they want to receive the antidote or not. If they refuse to let go of their ways, continuing to bring harm to people, our two vampire hunters have to fight them. The ones who decide they want to change their ways, well, here our hunters have a choice: spare them, administer the antidote and essentially trust them to abide by their pledge, or take them out just to be on the safe side. I love moral choices, also in video games. Of course an antidote that turns them back into humans works, too, but in a different way.

When they find Stronghart, Barok and Kazuma fight him at first but then convince him to accept the antidote because they a) realise he's suffering in his own way and b) they want Stronghart to live. Having to live knowing that he's killed innocent humans but his life has just been spared by the very human he inflicted much harm on (i.e. Barok) is greater punishment than allowing him to sleep permanently. Maybe even someone like him can become a better human being (well, vampire being lol) and start doing good for others. They'll definitely keep a close eye on him in the future.

Barok and Kazuma also understand that everyone is allowed a choice and that most beings (mortal and immortal) should be afforded a second chance in life and have the option to change their ways. They don't just kill, which would turn them into even worse beings than vampires, who actually only kill to survive (with a few exceptions, like big boss Stronghart).

Vampire/Dracula infused into DGS/TGAA would be such a delight.

Whatever you may end up doing, if you decide to draw or do something else, I hope you'll keep me posted.

Thanks again! :)

[keefwho]

July 20 - 2023 Thursday

11:00 PM

I haven’t written anything today because today went well, I was fine the whole time. Feels like a natural up after being so invested in all my problems, I can only do it for so long. 

This morning I woke up and just felt like me, which is rare. I didn’t have to work for that long sought perspective, I just had it for most of today. Breakfast was a hot dog, macaroni, and some fiber one on the side. I was hoping that fiber one + macaroni would make a surprisingly okay combo but it was repulsive so I refrained from mixing them. Drawing warmups and the commission today went well. I did the whole 2 hours even though I didn’t plan to and stayed fairly focused. I cleaned up the left wing of my desk and re-organized the little shelf I use to hold some power outage stuff like candles and lights. It’s nice having this little case of about 20 AA batteries I accidentally yoinked from my parents awhile back. My batteries now. I did the new mini workout I had scheduled and took a nice little shower while watching a youtube video about Oppenheimer. It wasn’t quite lunch yet when I got out so I made a Neopets account so I could check it out for my friend. I tried each game at least once before lunch was ready. Lunch was leftover rice a roni from yesterday. I think it’s because I was still playing Neopets but I started work up again just a little bit late. I worked on an emote set and almost got the whole thing done. Then I worked for a tiny bit on my world and got the toilet paper/dispensers working. Since I’m cutting out all the fancy audio stuff I was gonna do, the world could be finished this weekend for real if I put my mind to it. I might just do that. After everything was done I took a little break before doodling a sexy thing for my friend’s sona. After that I more or less sat around waiting for her to be available to watch some Ever After High and this ass show Mia and Me. I really like Ever After High, I might become one of the people lobbying to have it brought back. I love it’s animation style and plot. I like the characters and outfit designs. Its such a nice little piece of media. We played Zelda for a good little bit after that and it was a very cozy time. Now I’m ready for bed. 

I can’t think of anything I would have done better today, I think I did well. I’m glad I naturally felt that sense of self today. I hope I’m past the worst of it and am starting to regain my bearing like I think I am. It feels like I might have actually identified the major problem: getting stuck in my own head and losing a grip on who I am. I feel much more wholesome having gotten a better grip on reality the past couple days, even if that reality isn’t so good. I think it’s been important to realize and accept my troubled past and current troubled circumstances. Its the kind of awareness and acceptance that makes me want to do something about it rather than wallow and sulk. It’s also been nice to get a better grip on the relationship I have with my friend. I got in my own head for a bit there and a little too invested. I was acting in a way that wasn’t true to myself or the dynamic we have because I slipped up and was trying to use the situation as a coverup for my shortcomings. That’s something I’ve been guilty of my whole life. It’s good to be able to step back and let it be authentic like it always has been. It really is something beautiful that way. 

[derekgoffard]

ok let's take it even further how does colin act when he's around someone he has feelings for? (also all your drawings of him are so cute i can't 😳😳😳)

SBJBJSBJ AA THANK U SM!!! ❤️❤️❤️😭😭 Its really really fun to answer asks with doodles when I can!! ALSO THANK U SM FOR THIS ASK!!!! This is a really good question! I had a fun time thinking abt this!!!

Tbh he can admittedly be kind of, creepy?? around someone he likes😔, I wouldn't call him a YANDERE per say but he can really walk that line LOL.

If he develops feelings for someone it would be very easy to tell wbjsvj, he'd probably wanna hang out all the time and texts them constantly, he'd also make them A BUNCH OF STUFF, his favorite hobby is making decoden accessories so he'd give them little gifts alot, he likes drawing a bit too so he might doodle a little drawing of them or do that initial heart thing sbjsjh, if they had a social media he'd definitely check that constantly too😔.

If his feelings get REALLY intense ( for him to feel this deeply abt someone he has to REALLLY like em, he'd typically never go this far uvssuv) he'd probably start dressing similar to them, eventually making a "cosplay" of them, nothing too serious tho, probably just styling his hair in a similar manner and wearing an outfit he's seen them wear before, he's definitely prone to getting jealous of their other friends/family at this point too😔😔 ( again this is a really exteme case lol hes definitely not trying to be creepy either!!! He just...doesn't know how to handle romantic feelings in a super healthy way LOL😔😔 )

[missdawnandherdusk]

So I saw the post where you said send in requests and i havent seen anything negating that, so uh, do you think you could write something (when you have the time and motivation of course please dont feel obligated (unless you want to) ) where people start noticing the way Draco flinches whenever someone makes a sudden movement and then all of the sudden one day he comes back to the castle after holiday and its so much worse and people start kinda trying to help and make his days better?

okay, here we go. And no one can convince me that no one at Hogwarts noticed that Draco was a victim of abuse but since Harry has the attention span of a goldfish, it wasn’t added that and JKR is a terrible person.

Also warning: this does talk about physical emotional and mental abuse. I want you all to know that you NEVER deserve it and never believe that your abuse situation “isn’t that bad.” You are cherished and loved and worthy and valuable. 

okay, so the first year wasn’t too bad not that it wasn’t bad but, well Draco was innocent to any other way so he thought it was normal for his father to do what he did

Then things start to dawn on him that maybe no... this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Yet, whenever he asks a question against his father... things don’t end well for him. “But why are muggle-born so bad?” “What’s wrong with the Weasleys?” “Why are you so mean to the house-elves?”  It never ends well, so he stops asking but now boy does he have a lot of questions and internal conflict that grows.

back to the point so someone drops a book/cauldron/glass something and Draco jumps and begins to panic “is his father mad? What did he do? How can he do better?” because he’s convinced that his father is on another rampage, but Crabbe just nudges his arm and he’s brought back to the present and that he’s not in trouble or danger

Snape is the first to notice because he knows what to look for in a child that has been abused at home, from personal experience, so he scolds the student who dropped the thing harshly

Our darling Hufflepuffs take note very quickly. In fact, there’s a support group at Hogwarts for kids who come from not so safe homes. Magical abuse or not, it's a group to just come and feel safe and like you’re not alone lead by Sprout and McGonagall

In Herbology with Draco, the Hufflepuff tells Momma Sprout about what they think is going on and boy is Sprout a momma bear looking out for Draco at every turn and looking into any records she can get her hands on

These kids from the support group start to become very worried about Draco because they’ve seen it all before and they hate seeing anyone else go through what they went through

They start to send him anonymous letters so that he’ll get mail in the mornings, and sneak sweets/snacks into his bag when they notice he’s not eating, or volunteer to be his partner in class

Boy is Draco confused

Which means he snaps a lot more and is rude and scared because he doesn’t understand why they’re being so nice to him

Alone is what I have, alone is what protects me

When Buckbeak attacks him, of course, he breaks down into tears because it’s all too familiar and he’s terrified that if he blinks he might open his eyes and it’ll be his father coming at him, not Buckbeak

and maybe he keeps the bandages and brace on longer for more than he needs it because it was a reminder that someone cared for him and mended his wounds and he didn’t have to do it himself

You think he just like Potions? Oh no, he’s had to make his own healing Potions all his life for the sake of keeping up the family appearance.

Luna Lovegood, the precious child sees right through all of it. Easily. And is a lot more confrontational about it than the support group, who did things more on the down-low. She takes all of his ridicule and taunts and snaps and lets him yell at her because she knows he needs to vent to someone

When Hermione pulls her wand out to attack him, sure, he could be a drama queen with all bark and no bite but maybe again it's too familiar and whenever there’s a wand in his face like that it ends with him in pain 

That night Luna finds Draco in the Astronomy tower alone and just sits next to him. 

He scoffs but after a while asks how can she deal with living alone with her father. She tells him that her father is the kindest person she knows and it finally gets through to Draco that how he grew up was not normal.  

Luna tells him about the Support Group and he gets notes here and there as invitations, and maybe he decides to go one night

He’s surprised to see a lot of kids he knows. Luna goes and sits by some of her friends, Neville is there, and quite a few older Slytherins, and the Hufflepuff from his Herbology class who smiles and waves at him. 

He realizes that these are all the kids who have been nice to him

He doesn’t share at all during the meeting (it’s sort of like AA where kids just go through and talk about what happens to them, if they’ve grown or made progress, what scared them still. The older kids offer advice and comfort and tissues because everyone cries) 

He doesn’t share for a few weeks of meetings that he attends, but he doesn’t feel so hopeless anymore

Maybe now he doesn’t snap so much and maybe he’s not as scared anymore to let people in because he’s not alone and he realizes that everyone has their own inner demons and struggles

Fifth-year is the worst for him. With No Nose back, his father is vicious and ruthless and takes his pain and anger out on Draco. 

It’s after easter break that he finally shares. “My... my father...” 

Before he can say another word there are arms wrapped around him and hands on his shoulders and soft encouragements and consoles. 

“He... he used the cruatious curse on me... and said that if I didn’t do it on someone else that he’d...” And Draco just breaks down into tears because he feels wicked and broken and ashamed. 

He cries harder when no one judges him or yells at him or treats him differently. He’s still just Draco to them. The same thing happens when he tells them about the Dark Mark,

When he starts to slip through the cracks, the group vividly helps him like they’ve helped kids before him for generations. 

Ravenclaws helped him study and find motivation when he started to fail his classes, Hufflepuffs show him how to have fun and take breaks and self-care, Slytherins are there in the common room on sleepless nights with tea and blankets, Gryffindors are there  as a defense squad against anyone who wants to get to Draco and boy do they rip on Harry

But maybe Draco sees in Harry what the others saw in him. A kid who’s very fast with reflexes and has the same sort of anger and defense mechanisms that he did

Draco defends Harry from a Slytherin and Harry is confused and the Slytherin is confused but they back down

Harry just glares and walks away and Draco rolls his eyes and sighs

He sends Harry invitations to the Support Group but the golden boy never shows

When the Death Eaters kidnap Luna, Draco about loses it because Luna was one of the first ones who helped him grow

So he goes down to the dungeon and they still have their own little support group. Luna sees first hand what it’s like to be Draco especially when his father makes Draco use the cruatious curse on her

He cries and begs for Luna’s forgiveness and of course, he has it, she knows he never wanted to hurt anyone

At Hogwarts seventh year, he and the Slytherins who were a part of the support group are now also apart of the rebellion and Draco is livid about the punishments that Snape allows because how dare he allow physical abuse as a punishment and he gets an earful from Draco about it

Snape explains that it’s to keep him safe and Voldemort from suspecting anything and Draco just “I don’t give a damn about me or you! Stop hurting these kids! They’ve done nothing to deserve it!” And he’s in tears

Snape pulls back on his regimen a bit

Of course, Draco lies to his father about not knowing who Harry is. Why would he let his father win when Draco held the cards? 

When Draco’s father calls him back to the side of the Death Eaters, he’s about to go because he is still afraid of his father but Luna takes his hand and so does the Hufflepuff from Herbology, and soon there are hands on his shoulders and arms, reminding him that he’s not alone and that he’s not the scared little kid anymore and he stands with Hogwarts

He and Harry eventually have a talk about growing up and the abuse they both suffered and Harry and Draco both grow as people and stop being so childish and put away the grudge and hatred for another

He takes a Slytherin girl under his wing in eighth year who’s two years younger than him and jumping at her own shadow. He brings her into the Support Group and helps her find some courage and self-worth

That girl is Astoria Greengrass

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[litwitlady]

When You Go, Take Me With You

On a warm July morning, Thomas Mann – not his real name, mind you – finds himself hauling ass down 285, praying that the airstream doesn’t come unhitched. Tommy has spent the last 11 months in Santa Fe grifting seniors in assisted living facilities out of their hard-earned nest eggs. But someone’s greedy little grandson finally noticed his grandmother’s savings dwindling away and called the authorities. He’s been riding hard all night and can’t remember the last time he ate. But he’s got a rap sheet three pages long and knows if he gets caught, he’ll never see the light of day again.

Eventually, his stomach wears him down, though, and he stops in Roswell at a kitschy little diner he hopes he can disappear into long enough to satisfy his basic needs. Halfway through his cheese fries, three sheriff’s deputies walk in and as they are chatting with the waitress at the counter, Tommy sneaks out and takes the scenic route back towards his pickup. He can’t really say he’s much surprised to find the actual Sheriff knocking on the airstream’s door. Knowing he’s lost this battle, he decides to cut his losses and run. The old Ford pickup is eventually auctioned off, but the airstream ends up in the impound lot collecting dust for the next year.

And then one day Michael Guerin accidentally illegally parks his truck on the Long farm where he promptly passes out drunk across the bench seat. Daddy Long calls the Sheriff and Michael’s arrested. Again. Max bails him out and drives him over to the Chavez County impound lot to collect his truck. And that’s where Michael Guerin falls in love for the second time in his life. The shiny, silver airstream gleams in the morning sunlight and he’s never seen anything more beautiful. Not in a long while, anyway. He convinces Max to bargain with the county in order to buy the airstream for him. Michael knows they will laugh him out of the precinct, but Max is one of their own. He parts ways with every single penny he’s ever made, but he’s rewarded with the first permanent roof he’s ever had.

Not that Michael expects the trailer to be a permanent thing. After all, no home has ever been forever. Most haven’t lasted longer than a year or so. Besides his truck, of course. The mere idea that the airstream is mobile proves the impermanence of the situation. He can flit from place to ungodly place without settling down with any actual intent. There’s beauty in the nomadic nature of it all. Mostly, he doesn’t have to worry about being rained on any longer or crashing on Isobel’s sofa or cuddling up with Sanders’ dog. So, he’s happy. Content. Proud, even.

The trailer is cramped. The engine is shit. And the toilet is literally two feet from where he lays his head at night. How he convinces any of his hookups to climb into that tiny bed with him is anyone’s guess. There’s been more than one conquest sent home with multiple bruises. Once he burns a piece of toast so badly that he can’t sleep inside for a week. There’s no storage, the floor is lopsided, and Isobel refuses to step inside for two whole years. But hey, nothing’s perfect.

After a year together, Michael and the airstream find a balance that works for them. He covers the windows with old newspaper, adapts to being very, very tidy, and sleeps outside when the claustrophobia sets in. He even fashions a front patio out of some old oak pallets he finds in the junkyard. In return, the trailer gives him privacy, a sense of autonomy, and a place to bring Alex Manes when he returns from his first tour overseas. And every tour after that.

Not that he was looking to bring Alex back to his place, of course. He hadn’t even known Alex was back. And then suddenly, there he is. Laughing with Arturo in the Crashdown. Michael hardly recognizes him with the regulation haircut and newly lean body. He tells himself to walk away, but the universe has other ideas. Alex spots him and his whole face lights up. No one has ever looked at Michael like that and he’s lost all over again.

Over the next decade, the airstream begins to collect memories. Isobel blowing the door open and taking her first steps inside to shout at him that she’s engaged. Max showing up at 3 am like clockwork every year on Liz Ortecho’s birthday because he’s smashed and doesn’t want to hear Iz’s lectures. The Sheriff’s random visits for one reason or another; he suspects she’s spying on him. The brief time he lets an old, senior dog share his space. There’s still dog hair in the many nooks and crannies.

And then there’s Alex.

He’s everywhere - in every corner, every empty inch of space – filling up the entire trailer. Sprawled naked across the narrow bed, one long, gorgeous leg hanging off the side. Standing over the small stove laughing as Michael teaches him how to make the perfect omelet. Two old Air Force t-shirts stashed deep in his closet that Michael will swear up and down he doesn’t know exist. The silly little cartoon of a cowboy he’s scribbled on every single yellowed newspaper taped to the windows. And the one solitary heart drawn in permanent ink right above Michael’s pillow. He’ll never admit how many times he’s traced that doodle and prayed that Alex’s heart is still beating.

Not every memory is happy, however. He and Alex have always fought as hard as they’ve loved. How many times Alex has stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoing off the trailer’s tinny walls, door hinges growing whinier as the years go by. Tears shed in anger and in desperate sadness every time the Air Force calls him back to some violent conflict a world away. Damn near feral sex fucked out through those same tears. The sun rising over two beaten, broken hearts the next morning. Another goodbye. Another lonely year stretching out into the desert wasteland. And suddenly the airstream feels suffocating and enduring. Set in stone and unmovable as Alex walks away one more time.

In the in-between times, Michael nurses his bruised heart out on Foster’s Ranch, punishing his body with grueling manual labor. He settles the trailer into an anonymous patch of dust and scrub brush. He begins to collect various trailer accoutrement. First, a rusted, used patio set he grabs off someone’s teetering trash pile. Next, a ‘free parking’ sign he finds abandoned on the side of Route 60. On Alex’s next leave, he’ll mark out the ‘free’ and write ‘no’ in its place. Michael will try hard not to overthink the implication. Isobel says he’s nesting, jokes that he should hang up a cross-stitched ‘Home Sweet Home’. Michael begins to panic.

At the end of ten years, he gives up. The airstream is home. There’s no point in denying the most basic fact of his existence any longer. The impermanent is now permanent. He flicks off the tin bucket and then lovingly wipes away some mud caked on the tire well. Love/hate, defined.

He returns to the trailer after another stint in the drunk tank (a home away from home, if you will) to find a uniformed Alex Manes knocking on his door. He knows he shouldn’t be surprised to find him there – Isobel, after all, had been the one to organize his hero’s parade down Main Street. But it’s been two years with no contact – the longest they’ve ever gone – and so when Alex turns to meet his eyes, the breath is knocked right out of him. So begins another cycle of fight or flight. The airstream will play centerstage. He can almost hear the aging trailer sigh.

But this time the cycle ends differently. Michael moves the airstream into the Wild Pony’s parking lot, shocking everyone. Ostensibly to keep Maria DeLuca safe. But really just to be near her energy, her spirit, her laughter. He hopes to love her. He wants to be good for someone, goddammit. But deep down he’s worried he never will be. That he’s about as solid and steady as his home on wheels. Good enough for a little while, but never long enough to last. Always ready to roll off a cliff with the slightest push.  

He hates when he’s right.

Maria breaks up with him in a hospital room. The next night he meticulously searches the airstream for anything she might have left behind. A shoe, a bra, some lipstick. But there’s nothing and he feels like the trailer is out to get him, shoving those two old Air Force t-shirts in his face. The tiny, scribbled cowboys serenading him with derisive laughter. The black heart mocking him. And Michael can’t take it anymore. He slams the airstream’s door shut, nearly knocking it off its stupid creaky hinges and calls Isobel, all but demanding she meet him at the Pony. He needs a drink. Maybe several. And a shoulder to brood on. Perhaps he should call Max instead.

Michael doesn’t expect open mic night. He doesn’t expect Alex Manes and his dumb angel voice. He doesn’t expect to be confronted with the one answer he’s always wanted. But home is a tricky business. Especially for an alien stranded in the foster care system on the wrong planet. As Alex sings his song – asking Michael to come home – everything becomes crystal clear. And Michael tries to telepathically tell the airstream to go fuck itself. He’s pretty sure it doesn’t work.

Because here’s the thing. Home can be a person.

The answer has always been that easy and that impossible. And the airstream has always known. Watching all these years as the two of them danced around each other. The ultimate grift. The longest con job this side of the Milky Way. Michael Guerin has been played, marked, and left wanting. His genius brain duped and cheated. The airstream has never been more than a shit engine and lopsided floors.

After Michael leaves the Pony that night, he moves in with Isobel. And he goes to work. On himself – AA meetings, college classes, mending all his relationships with Max, with Maria. With Alex. And on the airstream – gutting the inside and converting the space into an admittedly revolutionary eco-friendly garden greenhouse.

Once the project is finished, he attaches the toe hitch to his Chevy and heads east until he pulls into the Chavez County Children’s Home. The director meets him outside and shakes his hand with tears in her eyes. Michael walks her and several of the children through the garden, excitedly explaining all the vegetables and flowers he’s planted. Isobel arrives to take pictures for the local paper and secretly shed several of her own tears. She watches Michael happily playing with all the kids and teaching them the wonders of composting. Soon, he gives her a kiss on the cheek and climbs back into his truck. He’s got one final stop to make.

As he drives through the center of Roswell, something swells in Michael’s chest. He knows this place so well – has been arrested on nearly every corner. The Crashdown has always welcomed him with a warm meal and silly antennae. New Roswell High – with all its memories, good and bad. The UFO Emporium – or what was the UFO Emporium – with its fake alien displays and empty corners perfect for kissing sweet emo boys with the biggest of hearts. Of all the places to crash land, Roswell hasn’t turned out so bad. It’s truly a stunning conclusion.

When he arrives at his destination, he pulls into the driveway next to Alex’s green Explorer, grabs his two duffel bags, and heads to the front door. He opens the lock with his key and shouts to Alex that he’s home.

[sysig]

Requestober: Vargas Edition

Day 3. I really liked Edgar’s face, clearly. It’s too bad I couldn’t draw Scriabin right behind him for the final version since Edgar was sitting but at least I got to draw it here. They’re both a bit catlike!

Bonk ✨

My original idea(s) for Day 6′s “Fluff” theme kept turning out silly instead of fluffy so I had to scrap them, so have a concept version of Scriabin picking on Edgar by calling him a teratophile lol (He’s referring to himself of course)

So many notes lol, I do still want to redo this one, I can’t let go of how much I like the hand positioning, somehow using a prop made it more dynamic, who’d’ve thought haha

And then what I finally settled on for Fluff. I had to move Scriabin back a good bit for the digital sketch to better see Todd, always so center-frame ♥

My only sketch note for this one was two arrows pointing towards both of them and just “closer” - Walk closer! They are in the digital version so I’m happy. I had to consider how to include Shmee too, since Todd was there. I felt like Scriabin wouldn’t want to hold him directly haha

Day 23, cute costume time!! I grabbed details from a few different sources before settling on anything, and it was so fun to draw pirate stuff again ♪ I wasn’t expecting to get so emotionally invested in the ninja costume but drawing a gi top made me feel so nostalgic, ah. I also forgot which side laid over which until I mimed putting mine on and realized I’d drawn it wrong - my references lied to me! I still ended up getting it wrong in the final version lol, just chalk it up to a cheap costume. What belt would Edgar have, hmm...

Basically all my notes are just iterations of “cute” lol. I was planning on adding toy weapons to the final version and then I forgot lol. I liked the idea of him showing off, tiny happies ♪

The sketch that would become the final version! I wasn’t having the best drawing day so I knew I wanted to change Scriabin’s pose a good bit but getting anything down to paper to use as a base was the real goal here lol. The pumpkin originally had a little pressed-in jack-o-lantern face, I used to have one of those ♪

Even after I drew the final version I still wanted to draw them being cute hehe. Scriabin’s just like “More candy for me thx.” How many Oos and Aas do you suppose they got dressed so? The cutest kids

And then right into Diaryfic for Day 24! Yay. His arm did originally say “Scriabin” but I scratched it out a little too much and it just looks like messy crosshatching now lol. I was intending to go quite ambitious for this one and try to make a storyboard, and then I realized that if I wanted to post it anytime close to the date, I had to skip out this time :’D A lot changed between the sketch and the final version anyway, so even if I didn’t get to do that, I’m glad I spent my time polishing it. And I did get to do a little bit of animation!

Day 29. I haven’t drawn Johnny seriously since like, 2013 lol. I did forget that his shirt was fun to draw! Flap flap. I kinda just let my pencil loose to try and get some of the energy that these three in one room would generate lol. I quite liked how much motion ended up in their hair, stress floofs!

Ah yes, the Draw The Squad. I waffled on this one for-approximately-ever, not least of all trying to figure out which would be which in the main duo, who would give either of them a low five?? Each of them has a note-title, the first one being “Is literally anyone in the story happy about this??” and the second’s “Congrats for growing a pair lol” Honestly I even considered Shmee being the third wheel since at least he can see just how many concessions they’d have to make to get to that point, but it was too ridiculous lol

Day 31′s prompt was “Edgar and Scriabin holding each other and/or kissing” and like - you can’t encourage me like that, I have negative control when it comes to them being sweet to each other, as evidenced, to the point where I didn’t even use any of these, I made all of these based on the prompt and it still wasn’t enough! Lol. The first set was just my brain running away with the thought of if Edgar could comfortably initiate a kiss, he tends to channel his nervousness into aggression so what if he was feeling calm? A big ask lol. I didn’t mean to make the last one so sensual but I’m not mad about it so lol. The sleepy one was specifically inspired by the final scene from You Can’t Live Like This, I love that one ♥

Since you asked you didn’t here’s a doodle from my other notebook from when the tenderness just took over for a bit, completely unrelated, just yet more proof of not being able to stop myself lol

And that’s all the Vargas Requests! :D I had fun with them!

[super-maria--blog]

man i just really love your art asdjdusfghvas 💕💕💕 makes my heart go all doki doki 🥺 was also wondering if you have read Eternally Never Yours and if yes do you have a favorite part? :D aaaaa sorry for the long ask 🙊

Aw! It brings a smile on my face whenever people tell me that!! I’m glad y’all enjoy so much! I’m just here to have a good time with my silly doodles!!

And uh, I am/was/will-eventually-continue when I have the time;; ; ; aaaaaahI think I was about to start chapter 14 where I left off... I’m usually not a slow reader, but I’m not used to long fanfics (and this has been on going since 2015!! WOW) and since it’s so well written I wanna enjoy fully! so I try to put close attention... also, English is not my first language, so I usually read 2 or 3 times to make sure I understood everything! When school’s not kicking my ass I’ll gladly get back to it! ❤ ❤ ❤  

And my favourite part?? Boi, you apologized for the long ask, I apologize for the LOOONG ANSWER (under read more bc jesus it is long and bc spoilers of Eternally Never Yours til chapter 13, if anyone else haven’t read it!):

Ok ok ok, so. My absolutely favourite part ever til where I am, is 100% the first chapter. I am so in love with the concept of starting a letter pouring out all your feelings and just... be honest about the why’s and how’s of your love for someone else. And the start got me so good!! I mean: “Mario, let’s get this cleared up. You’re a moron.” I LOVE IT SO MUCH AAA

A close second is (funnily) the second chapter. Mario’s obsession with fire is just so well written, my god. They both love each other and they’re oblivious to it I LIVE FOR THAT.  Mario loves playing with fire and Bowser is like the freaking Sun oml

Then we go to chapter 5! AA the scene where they confess to each other?? THAT WAS SO TERRIBLY GOOD, THE RHYTHM OF IT I LOVE IT, Mario’s train of thought is just all over the place until he finally gives in and then he doesn’t understand that Bowser feels the same and I’m??? so soft aaaa

AND THEN CHAPTER 7 WHEN THEY GO TO THEIR DATE??? AND THEY KISSED?? TWICE??? (well the first one was awkward but y’know) I JUST. I CANNOT. AAAAAAA my heart freaking exploded, thank you very much.

And another thing I really really liked was the.... premonitions/dreams/nightmares? THEY MAKE ME VERY NERVOUS I AM SCARED BUT ALSO THEY SOUND VERY COOL

I don’t know how to draw birds and I imagine it to be kind of a phoenix of some sorts?? It probably clears up in the future aaaah ALSO! The Star Hill I’m imagining is the one that appears in Partners in Time, the blue pretty mountain, so I could be wrong. I probably got so many things wrong but.... yeah.

ALSO IN CHAPTER 12! Bowser and Junior bonding just added a million years to my lifespan I am so grateful *cries in spanish*

And just in general, I’m very much in love with the characterization of all of them!! Peach is a badass (with more power than I expected I AM AFRAID), poor Luigi, my baby, he just wants his brother back and doesn’t know what’s going on, THE TOADS ARE FRICKING WILD,  Kamek knows everything, the Koopalings are really fun to read, and aaaaaah

so, I uh, yeah.

(also I didn’t know whether to comment on each chapter because maybe that’s kind of annoying but then again I think I would like that if it were me but I’m just..... very shy.... but now seemed like the perfect time to say this?? bc of the question?? this got out of hand very quickly i’m sorry)

so, @echoeternally, your fic gives me life, and just like Bowser I just put my entire heart into this love-letter to your writing.

I will now hide under my pile of homework.

Your very-shy fan,

Mari

[theclosetpoet7]

Day 17: Ink and Paper

Sakura tilts her head to the right, regarding her husband with a look of surprise. Then, it turns into suspicion because she has always had good instincts. Especially when it comes to her spouse.

He’s sipping on the tea she had prepared for him the second he arrived home. It was a routine of theirs. She would welcome him with a cup of tea, and then they’d sit on the patio while enjoying the quiet all to themselves.

Sasuke had taken a liking to the various herbal drinks she’s been sampling, and she would give him a new flavor each time; always trying something new ever since she started collecting tiny tea bags. 

Currently, he’s drinking the blueberry green tea flavored one. He isn’t too fond of sweets so she added more green tea leaves into the mixture to suit his preference. Now, she wishes that she allowed the sweetness of the blueberries to overpower his taste buds, just so she can see a different expression on him. 

Because Sasuke is in this moment, wearing his mask of apathy. One that clued her in to the fact that he is hiding something, or is nervous in her presence because of a thing he did.

They are seated on the hardwood floors of the house they just bought, both adults relaxing after a day’s work as they admire the landscape. The sounds of the water cascading over the koi pond gave her a sense of calm, a feature that she had insisted they have because she knows that even though Sasuke liked the modern designs of their previous home, he still had this desire for the traditional sense of architecture, because it reminded him of his old house. So of course she would give him that.

The night’s sky is painted in dark blue and gray tones, with specks of light from the stars that colored it. She could hear the cicadas in her garden as well as the occasional fish splashing about. It was a relaxing evening, until her husband dropped one of the most unlikely proposals she’s ever thought she would hear from him. 

“Marry me again.”

It had taken her a moment for the words to sink into her highbrow mind, but yup, Sasuke definitely asked her to marry him again. There’s a tint of a blush on his cheeks, and he’s avoiding her eyes, which told her that he’s acting out of character and that something is definitely up.

Sweet as it was though.

Suddenly, she senses the fact that Sarada has carefully shut the door to her room, her lovely daughter most likely trying to avoid getting caught eavesdropping, except that Sakura knows her family all too well.

“It was Sarada’s idea wasn’t it?”

Uchiha Sasuke lets out a deep exhale, as if she had just taken a load off his shoulders. His eyes soften then, lips tilting up upon the calm that settled over his handsome features. It occurs to Sakura that it wasn’t really the suggestion that stressed him out, but the fact that he had been trying to do something in secret with their child.

“She told me to ask you directly.”

“And?”

“And to pass it off as my idea.”

She quirks an eyebrow.

“Her idea of romantic.”

“Pfft.”

She giggles lightly, a hand coming up to brush the tear of glee off her eye. It’s amazing how one of the most powerful shinobi in the world is rendered powerless when it comes to his offspring. 

He’s been back permanently for nearly three years now, and though he still goes on several dangerous missions, her husband now managed to keep close contact with their daughter, a luxury they both enjoyed especially when he had personally taught Sarada how to summon his messenger hawk. 

They were simply too adorable.

“Okay.”

“Hm?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you again anata.”

He releases a relieved breath.

Really now, as if she’d say no.

“Did she at least tell you why she wants us to get married again?”

“Pictures.”

“Oh.”

“We never had wedding pictures, so she wants us to have some.”

“That’s thoughtful of her.”

“She wants at least fifty guests.”

“Well, it’s not like we don’t have the budget for it, even if we just bought this house.”

“And our fifteenth anniversary is coming.”

“Otou-san and Kaa-san would be so happy. They’ve always wanted a bigger reception..”

“Naruto already wants to officiate.”

“…”

“I don’t know how he found out so quickly.”

“He is the hokage after all.”

It’s natural for them to list down the reasons as to why holding a ceremony once more is a good idea, and not just because they wanted to surrender to Sarada’s whims. 

There’s a spark of excitement in his eyes. It made her heart race because she’s always liked it when he was excited.

And this, this is amazing.

They’re about to do something special. 

A treasured memory for the future. 

And though Sakura has always known of their deep connection and has no problem about supporting him in his secret missions, the Uchiha matriarch could not help but want another tangible thing that could show the world that they loved each other, aside from Sarada anyway. 

“Are you sure about this?”

“Aa. But only if you want to.”

His constant consideration for her feelings touches her heart. He had always been more careful with her emotions, still carrying that guilt with him from time to time even if he shouldn’t be, especially since he left on that really long mission. 

So, she takes his hand in hers, kissing his knuckles as she pours out her love for this man, eyes telling him that she loves him. 

She always has.

And she always will. 

Of course she would want to marry him again. Sasuke cups her cheek in his lone hand and leans in to meet her lips, sealing their promise.

. . . She stands in front of her beloved two weeks later, reciting those vows and holding his hand tight as she balances her feet on tall wooden slippers. She tries to stop herself from crying because Naruto is already sobbing as he pronounces them man and wife again.

.

.

.

Perfect.

It is perfect.

.

.

.

There’s a new memory that sits atop their table of photographs. It’s the day they renewed their love for each other.

fin

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BONUS:

Quick doodle of Naruto crying during the wedding. He’s wailing because they look so beautiful.

Note: Couldn’t help but write a mini chapter for today’s prompt.

“Ink and Paper “ immediately made me think of a wedding. Whew, it’s the first time I’ve attempted to participate in SasuSaku month but only for a little bit. :D I’m thoroughly enjoying it. Was looking for wedding attires and came across an artwork of a couple that looked so cute. Cherry blossom petals are a must for this art so yey. 

This will be added to my fic “Of Apples and Cinnamon”

-Cherry Blossom Effects from wallpprke.blogspot.com free gif effects

[zephyrine-gale]

thank you!!! i am banned from tablet for the month but heres tiny phone doodle sjdlkfggj

more asks + doodles under read more !!

youre absolutely right,, stand-up comedian spiderman is best spiderman. take all of john mulaney’s skits rn and just fill them in with villains he had to fight during the week

aa I only have a tumblr, dont know what I’d post if I had an insta just bc it’ll feel weird to post old art again :’> I have a twitter under the same name but havent posted anything on it either,,,

thank you!!! <3<3 hope to improve lots this year !!

@wavesketches !!!!!!! thank you so much!!! ;v;v;v;v; will do!!! 

@tiggiger awww thank you !!!! very happy that it makes you happy!!

@luna-benny aaa I haven’t seen it yet!!! need to watch it soon,,,

thank you!!!! I haven’t watched it but I’ve drawn a commission for it a long while back!! 

@--endless-weekend-- aaaa thank you!!!!! I love them so much they’re so good??? hi3′s the only thing I’ve been playing consistently hahah these are old sketches but I love them,,,, want to draw more of them when I can!!

<3<3 I have sketches for these two cuties too

[aaaa-mpersand]

Just Use Your Hogwarts House Traits...

DISCLAIMER: I wrote this like, 2 years ago, when I was way young. Obviously, now we know that JK Rowling is a jackass, so I want to clarify that I don’t support her or her work. The story itself isn’t about harry potter, but it does use a harry potter reference as a punchline. Anyway, summary is that this is a funny vent story I wrote about interviews, because they’re awkward and there’s a lot of pressure and I never know what to say. It’s an urban fantasy about a young witch who’s just as pretentious as Holden Caulfield but funnier (I hope?) and a demon in the woods who does her math homework for her. They’re at an interview. This is basically a crack fic. ––––––––– "How would your friends describe you?" 

I tilt my head to the side as I consider his words, hyper aware of his gaze. You’d think they’d transfigured hawks, put ties on them, and told them to run interviews by how he’s looking at me, occasionally making notes on his clipboard even though I’ve yet to say a word. The fluorescent light above us continues to hum with electricity, bathing the room with glaring light that make the walls even paler. I tap my fingers on the stainless steel desk, thump my dirty sneakers against the perfect blue carpet. I can see the notes he’s scratching into the notepad, even though the wooden back of the clipboard is faced towards me. I can see it like someone hooked up a spy camera behind him and linked it up to my head. Dyed red hair––obviously symbolises her secret affiliation to secret organizations. Wholly unprofessional, and she fools no one. Trekked half a forest full of dirt into my office with those mismatched shoes––no respect for property and communal spaces. Hair uncombed, bad posture, chipped nails, and fidgeting suggests poor work ethic and unpreparedness. Denim skirts went out of fashion two decades ago. The obviously hand-knitted scarf she’s wearing looks like the crap I gave when Melissa told me was late because her car broke down suspiciously close to the nearest Starbucks. I think she’s trying to use it to cover up the horrendous pimple on her nose–– “Excuse me ma’am,” he says, his voice bleeding irritation leashed back by iron-willed politeness. “Would you please answer the question?” “What?” I ask, jerked from my thoughts. His thin lips crease into a brief frown. It’s an honest question, but people with ties and clipboards hate it when you say ‘what.’ He sighs through his nose instead of his mouth. It fools no one. “The question, Miss Chant.” “What was the question again?” A vein I hadn’t noticed before in his neck bulges. I can’t blame him. We’ve probably been here for longer than he expected. “How would your friends describe you, Miss Chant?” I lean back in my seat to consider it again, and he almost looks like he’s about to turn into a ball of flames and burn a hole through the floor. It would be funny if I were doing this on purpose, but I’m wracking my brain like a senior five minutes from the end of their final exam. Hard-working? Too generic, and Aunt Way would hold it over my head every time she wanted me to do laundry. She has a way of knowing these things. Team player? Absolutely no one in my life would let me live that one down, and I doubt he would believe me either. “Miss Chant.” I can feel his annoyance and anger rising like a storm, and my thoughts turn frantic. Unique? No one cares about that. Expressive? Just about the worst way to sell yourself to someone like Mr. Hawk Interviewer. The solution dawns on me, and I almost knock my chair over in my haste to get up. Wordlessly, frantically, I motion for him to wait, pulling out sharpies and tealights out of my coat pocket and accidentally dropping a few colorful hair bands in the process. He opens his mouth to protest, the same way he did when he was trying to stop me from wearing my big bulky coat into the interview in the first place, but I’m already out of my seat and crouching on the floor. “Miss Chant, what are you doing?” “One second,” I say, and before he can say anything else, I pop the cap off the red sharpie and start drawing symbols I’ve doodled and traced since I was a toddler. He splutters––they always splutter––but I pay him no attention as I place the tea candles in their respective spots. “Miss Chant!” He gets up. That’s always a bad thing in an interview, but I can’t think about it now. He wouldn’t listen even if I tried to explain. You can always tell what type of people wouldn’t listen even if you tried to explain, and Mr. Hawk is one of them. Before he can take another step, I pull a lighter out of my pocket and quickly light all of the tealights. He pauses, as if scared to accidentally knock over a candle and set the whole place ablaze, but his efforts are futile, because I mutter a few words under my breath, and the whole room is engulfed in flames. Or at least, that’s what it looks like. Mr. Hawk makes a strangled sound (I take it back, he’s not a hawk, he sounds like an ostrich who smoked too many cigarettes when he was a teenager) but I barely blink. You get used to the room being swallowed entirely by harmless, piercing white flames after the first twenty times. It’s barely for 2 seconds, however, before the flames disappear with a crack, and in the place of my messily scrawled symbols, there is––

"A cat,” he says, finally, looking as if the purring ball of fur on the carpet floor was about to sprout wings and laser eyes. “That’s a cat.” “Yes,” I frown. The cat’s coat is a pure white. The only one of my cats who’s even close to this color is Timothy, and I sold him to the man next door last week for seven AA batteries. “And it’s not one of mine.” “You mean…” he clutches his clipboard tighter––I’m surprised he’s even still holding it. “It wasn’t supposed to be a cat?” “Well, it isn’t,” I say, deciding to answer him honestly. “Just give it a moment. Sometimes these things are finicky.” I squint at the carpet around the cat, trying to figure out where I’d gone wrong. (It’s a little bit like math sometimes. You stare at the problem until you figure out what simple mistake made the whole thing give you a completely inaccurate answer.) This time, it only take a few sweeping glances before I notice the issue. “You’ve knocked over my tealight!” I say, irritated, scampering over to the candle at the interviewer’s feet. In his terror, he must’ve flipped it over. He mumbles an apology, but I barely hear it as I pull the tealight right side up, grimacing at the spot of wax that had stuck to the navy carpet. The janitors would have a hell of a time cleaning that up. Looking back just in time, I see the cat stand up, suddenly alert. Ordinary at first, and then its back legs bulge to the size of a basketball, then to the size of a table. The interview visibly pales––I almost feel bad for him, but it’s what you get when you mess up a simple summoning––and the cat pivots upright. Fur turns to leathery skin and scales, claws elongate, horns push out of its scalp like a plant sprouting in fast motion. The whole cat––or well, not really a cat anymore––swells ten times their size, turns a dull, bluish grey, and then opens their slitted gold eyes.

Their lips curl into a wide grin, revealing yellowed fangs. “Colin!” “It’s Kerin,” I correct him, politely. They squint at me for a very long time, bending down so their curled horns don’t scrape at the ceiling. They only stop when their face is inches from mine, and I struggle to keep my face straight when they breathe lightly on my face. It smells like a boy’s locker room after a three hour long football game. "Long time no see!” they say after a long moment, straightening and then banging their horns against the ceiling so hard it leaves cracks. They barely seem to notice. “What do you need today, Miss Colin. I have this week’s math test already completed, answers verified, if that’s what you––” “––No thank you,” I cut in quickly. My not-so-honorable testing habits were not something I want to flaunt in the present situation. “I just need you to tell me how you would describe me.” Their brow furrows in confusion, and they peer around the room, gaze falling on the interviewer, who is clutching his desk to keep from fainting. “Are you at an interview or something, Miss Colin?”  “Yup. Internship.” They frown. “Are you sure you’re allowed to summon me around here? “They said they wanted interns who were good problem solvers and could think out of the box,” I reply, which is not really a lie. They seem satisfied with the explanation, however, and tap at their chin with one large, scaly finger. “What question did he ask you, Miss Colin?” “How would my friend describe me,” I say. They crack a bright, genuine smile at my implication, but it’s hardly old news. Supernatural creature or not, they’re the only one that can stand me. "Just use your Hogwarts house traits!” They say, throwing their hands up and accidentally carving deep scratches into the ceiling. The interviewer chokes out a small scream––I almost forgot he was there––and swallows in terror. They carry on as if they hadn’t even noticed. “I found that advice on tumblr. It’s crazy how much useful stuff you can find on that such a freakish hellsite." “I don’t like Harry Potter,” I say, but when both the interviewer and my friend gape soundlessly at me (though, probably for different reasons), I quickly amend my words. “I mean, I liked the books and all, those were great, but the movies were terribly done. I mean, the whole ‘did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire scene? And don’t even get me started on the Cursed Child––” “But you’ve got to have taken the Pottermore sorting quiz before, right?” they asked, the words almost sounding like a plea. I sigh. “Yeah,” I say, “I got ravenclaw.” “That’s great!” They say, breaking into another grin of good intentions and rotting teeth. “I got hufflepuff. It’s too bad we’re not house buddies––” “Yeah, but I need you to tell me how you would describe me,” I say, my patience growing thin. It was only a matter of time before the interviewer stopped staring at me like I was an alien species and started yelling about the scratches on his ceiling and the wax on his carpet. “That’s why I called you here.” “Well,” They tilt their head to the side, tapping their finger against their chin. “You’re funny.” “This is an internship. They don’t care about my endless wit.” Though I had to agree it was one of my best traits. They press their lips together. “And you’re kind. You come to visit me every day, or whenever you can. You’re really smart because you like to read, especially about space and stuff. You’re really brave, cause one time you got stuck in a fairy circle but you didn’t even panic, and all you did was tell the fae that you would rip out her perfect teeth from her jaw and make her eat every single one of them like cough medicine. And you’re really sensitive––” “––I’m not sensitive––” “––Because one time High Witch Way Chant told you to stop wearing mismatched shoes and walking around in the forest so much, and you came to my place and cried for three d––” “––Okay that’s enough,” I said, starting to regret my decision. I glanced over at the interviewer, who still looked like they’d been forcibly shoved into cardiac arrest. I decided to count that as a blessing. “Thank you for your help. You can go now.” They frown. “But you haven’t paid.” I roll my eyes. “Do I have to?” They wave a finger in my face. “You know the rules, Miss Colin. If you’d come over to my place, it would’ve been different, but because you summoned me––” “––Yeah, I couldn’t exactly run to a cottage in the middle of a forest in the middle of an interview––” They shook their head. “You know the rules, Miss Colin.”

Sighing, I search my pockets, finally finding what I’m looking for in the back pocket of my denim skirt. I pull it out, and then, one by one, I toss them seven AA batteries.

"Thanks," I say again. They nod to acknowledge my words, their large, coiling horns glowing white with heat as they do. The interviewer makes himself even smaller, struggling to stay upright on his wobbly legs, but it doesn’t make a difference. In another flash of light, they’re gone. All that’s left are a couple crushed tealights, bleeding broken sharpies, and a lot of wax stuck to the once-perfect navy carpet. The clipboard lays forgotten on the floor.

"I'm very intelligent, curious..." I tap the side of my chin, turning back around to face him. "And creative." 

The interviewer manages to choke out just enough words to tell me I'm fired. 

[thereismoretomylifethenice]

Rules: Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Don’t cheat. Tag some people. I was tagged by @throughtimeillbethere

1. Magnificent Seven (1998)

2. Midsomer Murders (Series 1-6 at least)

3. Miss Marple 

4. Agatha Christie’s Poirot

5. Frozen

Who is your favourite character in 2? Gavin Troy (Hence why he’s over on “ANoseForRottenApples”). I just get a kick out of him because he’s young, he’s learning as he goes and he has really decent instincts but he often talks himself out of following them. He’s also a little rough around the edges sometimes but he really is trying. Sometimes you’re like “Troy, you’re an idiot” but he’s also trying to hard that I find it endearing and his character grows quite decently over the years he was on the show.

Who is your least favourite character in 1? M7 is one of those rare shows were all the characters are pretty solid and I like them all (or dislike them in the best way possible if they’re a baddie). If I had to pick one, I’d say it was probably Will Richmond from “Wagon Train Pt. 1 & 2”. Namely put, he’s just kind of an idiot. Treats his wife bad and then gets bent out of shape when she starts flirting with Vin. He’s busy telling Josiah how much he loves his wife and what she means to him but it never occurs to him to actually tell her that. Spends a lot of time being somewhat needlessly antagonistic with the guys (Vin is understandable given that Vin tried to run off with Will’s wife but the rest of the guys are just doing a job and Will’s pointlessly making everyone’s lives harder).  He’s just kind of an ‘ehhh” character for me.

What is your favorite episode of 4? All of these episodes are works of art but “The Lost Mine” from Series 2 is one that I find myself watching particularly often.  There are just so many little bits in it that I love—Inspector Japp still has his sergeant backing him up, the on-going Monopoly game that Hasting and Poirot have going and the conclusion is just really well done. Also the complete face-palm moment of Japp, while investigating the murder of a Chinese man, finds a notebook in the man’s suitcase and declares that the fact it’s all written in Chinese is “very suspicious”.

What is your favourite season of 5? There are no Seasons in Frozen, given that it’s a set of movies. My favorite movie is the first one though—Frozen 2 is good but I feel like Frozen 1 just had better pacing and didn’t feel quite as rushed as the second one. The second movie was better on re-watches but the first time through it was just like “This plot is moving at a breakneck pace! What is happening???” (Or I’ve just been spoiled by watching too many British murder mystery series that tend to be slower in pace and build things up carefully.”

Who is your favourite couple in 3? There are no long-running couples in this series but I ship the daylights out of Louisa Oxley and Alfred Pollock in “Greenshaw’s Folly”. They’re only in one episode (which are all movie length) and they’re so freaking adorable!

Who is your favourite couple in 2? Again…shipping was not the main focus of this show but I do like Inspector Tom Barnaby and his wife Joyce. In American shows, if cops are married, they’re usually getting divorced or having constant fights with them. It’s nice to see a cop who’s in a stable, happy relationship for a change. Also I feel like there could have been some fun things done with Troy and Barnaby’s daughter Cully. They hinted at it off and on for the time he was on the show but nothing ever really came of it, sadly.

What is your favourite episode of 1? At this point I’ve seen all of them and love all of them but, hands-down, “The Collector” is really just a fun episode and the hijinks among the guys is top-notch. “The Witness” is also a fabulous episode in a much sadder and darker way. “Sins of the Past” kind of marries both of these concepts—Vin and Chris’s storyline is very dark and serious while Ezra and the other guys (and his mother) are up to their eyebrows in hijinks. But really, all the episodes are very, very good.

What is your favourite episode of 5? Again, no episodes so I refer to my comments on Frozen 1 and Frozen 2.

What is your favourite season of 2? Don’t really have a favorite but Series 3 and 4 were pretty solid. Series 5 had some really good episodes and some really weird ones so it’s hit-and-miss. Series 6 (what I’ve seen of it) is pretty solid too.

How long have you watched 1? Hmm….a few years now. I think I first saw M7 in….2014? 2015? I found a page of Geology notes from my first degree with volcanoes, the chemical formula for ozone and Vin Tanner doodled on it so I know I started watching the show before I finished my AA. Just can’t remember exactly when I started watching it.

How did you become interested in 3? I’ve watched and read Agatha Christie shows and books since I was 7 or 8. While I watched Poirot from that time, I watched Miss Marple off and on whenever I could find episodes on TV or at the library.

Who is your favourite actor in 4?  Tie between David Suchet (Poirot) and Philip Jackson (Inspector Japp).

Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5? 5. M7, Midsomer Murders, or Frozen? Sorry, my pair of valiant Inspectors and my Ice Queen but the Cowboys’ win this round. I adore the dynamics of this show, I adore that it’s got great adventure and can go super dark without ever getting gory, pornographic or vulgar. All of the characters are great, the stories are great and it’s just a really wild ride in a very good way. It can be a bit cheesy but in the absolute best ways possible. Besides, I will always pick 1860s westerns over modern stories or Disney princesses if I have to choose one.

Which show have you seen more episodes of - 1 or 3? Probably the same in both of them. M7 only had two seasons but there were more episodes per season. Miss Marple had six series but only three or four episodes per season—plus I didn’t watch all of them. The first three seasons weren’t nearly as good as the last three, mostly because the woman playing Miss Marple in the first three series wasn’t that good in my opinion. So I think I’ve seen an even number of both.

If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?! I don’t want to be any of them—they’re all good the way they are and I wouldn’t want any of their jobs! I’m content being some poor person who realizes too late that Poirot is vacationing at their hotel and now dead bodies are going to start turning up XD

Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work? Most likely, seeing as they were both created by the same woman. Interestingly enough though, even with Miss Marple series and Poirot series being made at the same time, no one ever wanted to have the two detectives officially meet in canon. I heard a rumor though that there was an anime somewhere that had them meet? I haven’t been able to conform that though, yet.

Pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple? (I have thought about this a lot) Captain Francis Riley (Ghosts of the Confederacy) and Terri Greer (Safecracker). They would be such a cute couple and Francis would probably be a good dad for little Olivia Greer.

Overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5? Sorry Disney—I’m going to have to say Miss Marple. I’ve been a fan of murder mysteries before I was a fan of Frozen.

Which has better theme music, 2 or 4? I’m going to say 4 (Poirot) because the theme from that show just….a huge amount of nostalgia is held in that intro for me because I’ve been watching it since I was about 8. Plus, the fantastic art deco style of the introduction and the titles is just so smooth and I love it.

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8. your favourite graphic and or gif created by yourself

aaa probably this one?? it’s one of the first ones i did but .. the base panel was so good & it just. i think it turned out nice!! also this one was really cute.. i haven’t done gifs past then because i don’t wanna deal with downloading eps & shit like that (i don’t have the patience.. adhd mood) & i feel guilty using others’ gifs as bases even when they say it’s ok but! i think it’s. she’s babey

10. what graphics / gif trends do you dislike most?

i don’t… i don’t really dislike any? um i’m not really “in the graphic community” in that i’ve never like. studied it & i’ve only recently made them & made friends like u who make them too (& ofc bc of that i pay more attention to fully appreciate everyone’s works but!!! aa)

um if there’s a trend... whitewashing SDKFFJ like it’s not so much a Trend as a byproduct of heavy psds? yeah. also i really like soft colors & lining so when it’s just. Harsh (this is mostly from my experience in the rpc) it’s ... yeah.

oh and flashing things?? especially on people’s themes / whatever where there’s not a warning?? i rly don’t have patience for that ;; and those edits where it’s like. it’s clear it’s not meant to be readable / consumed well & it just looks like a blur & u can’t tell what’s going on????

OH AND THE LIP THING. MY PET PEEVE. this hasn’t appeared in the op fandom (yet.. thank goodness) but in the bnha fandom adding a giant lip to characters they hc as black or even to be of color ..... like.. it looks ugly?? first of all bc it’s not done how it would Actually look & kinda just arbitrarily placed like “oh they have big lips look im inclusive :)” & it’s clear they’re just using stereotypes & not putting thought into it? (ex: giving east asians big lips too even though east asians tend to have thin lips????) and it’s just. Not Handled well. and the noses too they’re so often made to be. caricatures really. like when doing indian characters they’ll make it like a giant triangle or something and it’s .... it’s like they tried so hard to be inclusive that they looped around and just made it racist.

11. what graphics / gif trends do you like most?

coloring things sdkfdkfjdskfj it’s so pretty.... i esp love seeing people’s colors for characters that haven’t been given official colors yet, esp when i like them better than the original!! um & just.. everything saint does w their graphics are. SO good i’ve talked abt this before for like an hour in my gc but.. Holy shit

21. how much time do you spend on a single graphic / gif?

i don’t usually do gifs??? like i’ve done it one (1) time. um but with graphics.... it really depends. how complicated is it? is there background? how many charas? do i already have headcanons for what the chara looks like or am i figuring it out as i go along? mmm i’ve been trying to spend more time on my graphics recently so i can try to be more proud of them but? for a single character no background panel... 20 min? it really depends tho because most of mine i make during lectures in class,, meaning that i’m not 100% engaged with it or anything,, it’s more like i’m doodling but instead i’m. editing graphics.

32. the least notes a graphic / gif of yours has ever gotten that you feel deserves way more. (link it!)

agjdskfjdsf i don’t really like my graphics very much? i think i’ve said this before. like to find things for this ask (part of why it took so long) i went through my shit and found like.. 5 i liked. and so it’s not so much “i think i deserve more notes” as i “wish it would have been better before i posted it but also like. i’m done with it at this point..” the ones i do like tend to get noticed, even if it’s like a week after it’s posted? so i think the least is like .. 71 notes? & 72 notes. those 2 respectively fsdkfj. now if it was about my art… there’s a recent alyanette i posted on @/atvie but it’s not rly noticed but that’s ok!! fskdfj

there are some graphics that are low-effort but i wish had more notes just because i want to interact with the fandom but the fandom’s like. Really Small like with lookism & act-age & oresama teacher (like my most recent posts basically) so i don’t really expect much sdfjdkj

38. are you working on anything right now? if yes, show us a work in progress!

i’m not really? like i’ll start one & then i’ll be like. Fuck it. & just never look at it again because it gets buried in all of my other pages but. here’s one from last night?? that im probably never gonna finish also click maybe bc tumblr quality is .. Not Great... this one was wild cause i had my colors in mind & then once i was done with the clothing i just. switched them to the canon colors (mostly) by looking up the anime cap & while it may be more fitting to them i Don’t Like the Colors. also i gave robin a pantsuit. yes i know she was on the fire side of the island but she’s goth smh... u gotta have dedication

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YES FINALLY SOMEONE WHO LIKES TURNABOUT ABLAZE! TELL US MORE ABOUT PALAENO/COACHEN AND COHDOPIA AND BORGINIA AND HICKS/LETOUSE AND MORE!!

YOU’VE JUST PUSHED THE “LET JULES RAMBLE” BUTTON

AAI GANG! look, turnabout ablaze is a fun case, and you cannot change my mind. it’s ridiculous and long and it’s fun (also, aai was the only game i used to own legally back then, so when my r4 cartride died that was the only aa game i could play so WE STAN). also, palaeno is hands down the most cooperative person in the whole franchise, he’s honestly the Best.

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but yeah, the thing is, i have a thing called “more-than-minor character loving disease”, and when i see a victim character, which is basically a near blank slate. i go WILD. there are so many things to explore and think about with them, they’re like pre-made ocs! i remember i used to have an au called the afterlife café that was a café run by mia and gregory where all the victims would hang out and interact, and it was GREAT.

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and i’ve been thinking about coachen a lot, cause dude he’s...a really cool character! he’s a straight up evil bitch! dude is as selfish as can be, has absolutely no qualms about killing people, keeps playing the good guy to secure more power for himself and snatch the smuggling ring leader role from alba. he literally gives no fucks!

and that got me thinking about his relationship with palaeno. lately i’ve discovered that the trope of “honest boss/traitor secretary” makes me go wild, and THAT’S THEM! it’s not difficult to imagine palaeno kinda developing feelings for coachen (during the game you can see he thinks very highly of him), and to me coachen would never reciprocate truly, but because he’s sharp enough he sees that that’s the perfect opportunity to secure even more power, so he plays along. he’d steal the statue from allebahst and make palaeno ambassador of cohdopia, and once alba is out of the picture he’s Done It, AND he has the new ambassador on the palm of his hand. it’s totally cruel, but that’s what makes it so interesting!

(also, i’d like to think palaeno wouldn’t be 100% clueless. like yes, he mostly lets manny do most of the work and kind of relies on him a lot, but he has proven to be very intelligent and capable as well. i don’t think he’d realize the smuggling ring connection (i mean, he didn’t, in the game) but i think that, after a while, maybe he’d start to see that manny isn’t 100% honest on his feelings. but maybe he’d blame himself? like, god i love you and you say you love me but do you love me? please don’t leave me? something like that. IT’S TRAGIC and i’d love to write something about it someday!).

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as for letouse and hicks aAAAA MY BOYS. i don’t remember how i came up with that, but probably one day my third eye snapped open and i realize oh this is actually really cute and completely plausible! they’re both interpol agents, they’re the same age (i think they’re the same age, there’s just a 7 year gap between aa1 and aa4), they both speak borginian probably, that’s MORE than enough for me, baybe! i just think they’re also super tragic, and that’s SO much fun to explore. like, what if they were super in love, maybe even engaged? but then hicks dies and wow that’s sad as hell and letouse keeps on going for 7 years even though he’s probably Very Sad, but then he DIES AS WELL AAAAAA (going back to the afterlife café au, i’d always imagine that hicks would just be there chilling, and one day letouse would walk in, and hicks would just start crying because oh my god you’re here i get to see you again but also you’re not supposed to be here oh god no? JUST PUNCH ME JUST PUNCH ME IN THE HEART!

on the more lighthearted side, because the aaverse just doesn’t give a fuck about accuracy then i don’t have to either, so i love to imagine that hicks, letouse and lang are all buddies and get to hang out a lot at interpol hq. it’s cute, i’ve doodled lots of dumb thing with those three if you wanna check my doodles tag /juli-doodles [eye emoji]

ALSO, i’ve written a fic set right before aa1-2! it’s cute and bittersweet and if you guys wanna check it out, i’d really love that! it’s called departure!

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OK SORRY I DID RAMBLE I HOPE I DIDN’T ANNOY ANYONE

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Headcanon: Mia and Diego are Pearl’s actual parents

Disclaimer: This post is not here to try to prove anything, just to expand on a fan theory/headcanon I saw around (that Mia is Pearl’s mother) that made me think and develop my own take on it. I don’t believe it to be canon but it’s a nice idea that makes sense to me so here we go.

The premises of this headcanon come from two observations: 

Pearl has brown hair, while Morgan and her two older daughters (assuming Dahlia dyed her hair) are all black-haired. Who else in the close family has brown hair ? Mia

Pearl has powerful spiritual powers, while Morgan and her two older daughters have none. And we know those aren’t passed down through men in the family, so it’s unlikely that Pearl’s spiritual powers are due to her father. Mia, however, had strong powers too, whether she decided to use them or not.

Given Pearl’s age, Mia was around 20/21 when she had her. Here’s a little doodle to show how I headcanon her to have looked like:

And now, here’s the part where it’s more AU/headcanon-like.

Warning: it’s a mess. also, manipulation (because I don’t really imagine Mia abandoning her child like that).

I can imagine Mia was living alone, struggling not only to adapt to life outside of Kurain village, but also with everything a student living alone can struggle with. She had a hook up, one night. Not that it was something she’d usually do, but for once she went to that party, and this man was nice and attractive, and she ended up sleeping with him. They had used protection but somehow, she still ended up pregnant (maybe the condom broke without any of them noticing…). Anyway, when she realized it, she panicked. She was alone, struggling, far from her family, and she didn’t know what to do. So she decided to go to the older woman she trusted at the time: Morgan.

She went back in the village discreetely, and told everything to Morgan. She said she was thinking of aborting but was afraid of it because the elders painted it as something terrible. Morgan saw her opportunity. Mia didn’t want to have to come back to the village because she still wanted to become a lawyer and find her mother, but she didn’t feel ready to raise a child on her own. And a child born from Mia, the direct descendant of Misty, had high chances of being a powerful spirit medium.

So she manipulated Mia. She told her what she needed to her from her aunt. Validation that she never had (i can imagine that when she left, Morgan was really scornful about her, saying she was betraying the village). She tells her she’s proud of her, that she understands now, and that deep down, she’s trying to save the village by bringing back the Master. She tells her that she must continue her mission and not let this distract her. She uses despicable manipulation to deter Mia from having an abortion. “If you really wanted it, you would have done it already” (I precise that this is NOT my take on the matter. This is what I can imagine Morgan saying, using Mia’s vulnerability and state of panic to get her ways). She then tells Mia that she can fulfill her wish to see this kid come to life, while still allowing Mia to keep working on her mission: give birth in secret, in the village, and let Morgan raise the child as her own daughter. 

“If no one knows, no one is going to accuse you of anything. You’ll be free to resume your life where you left it, and to keep looking for your mother. And your child, she will be raised where you were raised, in this familiar cocoon. Nothing bad will happen to her, and if she has spiritual powers, she’ll never be shamed for those. They will be celebrated and loved. Also… by being my daughter, she will never have to worry about being the Master or not, to be in competition with her aunt.”

This would touches Mia.

“I know this is part of why you left.”

Mia would also probably say she can’t impose this on her aunt, and let her make up for her “mistakes”. Morgan would use yet another argument (this woman is dangerous).

“Mia… you know, I had daughters. They were everything I had, I cherished them but… this man, he took them away. I never saw them again. After that, I was unable to trust a man again, but the absence of a child always made me suffer. I have to admit… part of my reasons to suggest this to you is for me to be able to be a mother again, one last time…”

At the end of the day, through manipulation and apparent kindness, Morgan ended up getting what she wanted: Mia accepted to let her raise her child once she was born. She hid her pregnancy, while Morgan pretended to be pregnant, and gave birth in secret, in a house a bit farther from the main village. It was heartbreaking for her to get separated from the baby, and she decided to name her before giving her to Morgan, and chose “Pearl” (because she was precious to her). Something too, deep down, kept screaming to be wary of Morgan.

So she made the decision that one day, she’d come back to take Pearl. One day, she would tell her the truth. In that effect, she told Morgan she’d take care of the legal stuff, and secretly declared Pearl as her daughter (since she knew Pearl wouldn’t leave the village, she managed to hide it). 

It’s only 4 years later, when she started working at Grossberg Law Offices, that she realized she knew who the father was. Diego felt she was familiar, but when he tried to ask if they didn’t already met, Mia immediately shut him up with “I doubt it, I’ve never hooked up with coffee addicts”. It made him laugh, and he brushed the weird feeling of déjà-vu away. Mia felt terrible. She knew he was the father, but she didn’t feel she could tell him. Not at the beginning. It was weird to suddenly go to your mentor and be like “hey, remember this girl you slept with 4 years ago at that party ? Well that was me, I got pregnant but I left our daughter to be raised by someone else after giving birth in secret”. She was actually considering telling him when they started dating and things were getting more serious. 

And then Diego was poisoned.

And then she was killed.

To Morgan’s greatest joy, no one could get Pearl from her now. 

My personal headcanon is that eventually, Mia tells Diego, when Pearl channels her in the detention center. After the initial shock, then tears upon learning that not only he has a child, but that she is a child he had with Mia (who he forgives, understanding that she hated having to keep this a secret), Diego decides to do everything he can to get out of jail (legally) the fastest possible, to be able to care for Pearl. Mia told her she actually hid documents proving not only that she is the mother, but also a paternity test proving Diego is the father (she managed to do it without Diego noticing somehow). I don’t really know how this would work in AA world, but considering law is pretty…. wonky there, let’s say it’s sufficient. With Mia’s agreement, he tells everything to Pearl so she doesn’t have to live out of this secret for any longer. She’s very shaken at first, but ends up happy about it.

“My previous mother tried to use me for her own fame and then as a tool in Mystic Maya’s murder. Now I’m learning she also forced my real mother to give me to her. And that my real mother always wanted to come back to me, and that you, who protected me and was so kind to me, are my real father. I am happy”

She lived with the idea that her only good feature was her spiritual powers, and with deep abandonment issues especially about men. She started to get better with Phœnix being so kind to her, but now she has a man, her real father, who was already kind to her without having any bond with her, and is now motivated to come back to her and care for her. It’s a drastical change for her.

I can imagine that Diego would not only have an exemplary behavior in jail, but would also offer to work as a prosecutor (or a defense attorney) or help on some cases as an external consultant. He ends up getting early parole (I hc around 5 years later, assuming he didn’t get convicted for murder… how long are jail sentences in AA anyway ?), and immediately take Pearl in.

THAT’S ALL I think.