#sometimes i want to make something of my art sometimes i want to get heavier into photography sometimes i want to do this or that

[bodywhorror]

this might just me having passing interests and passions but man...sometimes i think about how cool it would be to be able to make a career in the practical special effects world

[phlurrii]

It’s finally time to introduce the secondary project I’ve been working on >;Dc

I’ve had this queued for sometime in June, did not check when, so hello on [random date in june] ;D

I’m also here to explain how I’ll be posting this stuff going forward! Everything will be posted here, on my main account before being reblogged over to Soul’s Anchor a side bog with the place holder title. Unless it deals with more adult/suggestive content or heavier topics, of which will be exclusively posted to Soul’s Anchor side blog. As I don’t want certain themes alongside AM! I’ll also be referring to this series as Anchor for short! I will encourage any and all Questions, Mentions, and Thoughts to be directed there for those interested and those who are not, dw! You’ll only see the initial posts here, no asks or follows up, but this is still my art account and I shall enjoy it as I please ;3

Brief Synopsis about the Story:

A queer love story following a cursed pirate and a cult refugee implanted with a god’s eye as they combat the reality of living in a world which was created solely to feed the gods that govern it. All whilst a sapphic couple attempt to help guide the pair along a path to to a better future, one that’s validity comes into question. A dark fantasy story that aims to represent the disabled community, the LGBTQIA+, and SA survivors written by fellow members of these communities.

Also brief disclaimer, I, Phlurrii, am simply an ally to the disabled community, my partner in crime writing alongside me, ArtJunco on Instagram, is our resident community member ;]

Anyways onto the meat of this!

Below is a collection of some, emphasis on some, of the concept art and processes I went through to develop and create one of the two main characters, Lumae.

Here are some of the earliest ideas, the basic thoughts I had in my brain when developing this goober after a 3 hours pacing in my kitchen at 1 am when that inspiration struck. His hair was the HARDEST bit for me to figure out. Which sucked as usually the hair is one of the first things I figure out because of how much I love it, so it was Agony while brainstorming that part.

I also briefly considered a goatee, however it was so cruelly shot down by my dear friend. So in stead we compromised that he may get one later down the line story wise… and see how we feel then. However, upon finally figuring out his hair I was bloody elated, still has some tweaks now and then, but the base is there.

As for this next concept, this was actually the FIRST thing created for Lumae and what started everything else about his character/design! His eyes! They are still my favourite but about him and something I adore whole heartedly! They are the core of his character ;3c

These next few are early refs and mock ups of his full design, testing our colours, experimenting with shading, getting used to drawing humans again, and general concepts I had for him as a character! Also a sneak peak at Ayric, our second main goober for this story! Who was lovingly designed and created by ArtJunco!

And finally his most recent WIP ref! The only thing currently bothering me about his design is the colour for his boot covers, I have no idea what to do with them so I’d you have suggestion or ideas, sincerely, feel free to shoot an ask to the Anchor blog! I’d genuinely love outside opinions!

As for the main curiosity of why I’m doing this, for those that missed the last post, I’ll give a brief explanation below ;3

To help with burnout so I can hop between fixations, help to avoid losing interest in AM in the future!

Keep up practicing humans and critters alike.

To take a break from story telling to do story building! Give the telling part of my brain a break, while still making cool stuff ;]

To have a more interactive blog with ya’ll! One where I’ll likely be asking advice and discussing a lot more hypotheticals, doodling asks, and general audience interaction given I am not bound by any updates! Purely just “ooo… shiny-“ and anyone is welcome to join me ;D

Last thing I request is to please read Anchor’s blog bio/description before you follow, as this story will deal with subjects not suited for all audiences posted/discussed exclusively on that blog.

Anywho, that’s all for now folks, hope you enjoyed this brief intermission to kickoff the second project being public!

[unofficial-underfell]

Hey guys, I've been thinking about making this post for a long time and I think its finally time I do so. After realizing that some of my last work was done over a year ago, I don't think I can really ignore it anymore. While I haven't quite thrown in the towel on this quite yet, it's pretty evident to me and I'm sure to everyone who still follows this blog that my fervor for the project has drastically decreased. And has been kind of dead for a while. The comic has not been a priority to me, or posting online much at all actually. I did some soul searching and found that I'd started relying on outside approval for my art instead of doing art for the sake of wanting to tell a story and express myself throughout my work. I have limited energy and depression and sometimes it feels like i get such little progress done even though it takes all of my energy. While I'm trying to go to the gym more and build better habits my energy levels and mood still have a lot to be desired, and I'd rather use the limited energy I have to work on something I'm more passionate about.

I've been trying to grow my skills and absorb more stories and I've moved around a lot and started to listen to what I really felt, and I found that a lot of the art I want to focus on deals with heavier and more mature topics. I do love this story, and all of the characters and I feel like I could make a really clever subversion of what is expected from an Underfell comic. But I feel like in these uncertain times with the world and with all of the stuff going on right now, I'd like to use my energy to work on stories that hit closer to the things that I feel are important. So that's why I've not been posting much.

I'm working on a book, and I've actually got quite a lot of progress done on it, but because of all the horror stories online about people stealing author's original works, I'm kind of holding off on publishing any chapters before I can copyright the first draft of the novel. So my online activity will still be pretty scarce for a bit, though I'll still post occasionally on my @cosmicpixel01 account. I'll try better to not be so radio silent though lol. Even if that means I'll post something boring about my dog or books I'm reading just so everyone knows I'm still alive.

I don't want to call it quits on the story. But I also feel like you guys have been kept waiting to see what happens for a really long time, and that makes me feel so guilty. I will try to finish up the pages I have in the works, and I'm probably going to switch to a different format that is some drawings, some writing to finish the story. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to finish it the way I intended for you guys, even with all of the support and kind words and even the fanart that I've kept in a folder on my desktop. I am letting a lot of you down, but I feel like the radio silence is probably more irresponsible than just going out and saying something. And I'm sorry I've kept you all waiting for a not-so-happy update on the blog.

I hope that some of you will continue to follow me for some of my other exploits and see whatever other things I have going on, but I understand that you all followed me for Undertale so I don't want you to feel any sort of guilt if you decide not to. I'm just happy you all supported me for so long.

I'll try to work on this blog again soon, and if anyone has any questions, my asks are open, though I'll probably keep the asks private. Until then I hope everyone stays safe out there. And from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

-Avery

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

04/20/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Con O'Neill; Jes Tom; Damien Gerard; Save OFMD Crew; Relax I'm From the Future; Fan Spotlight: Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Cast Cards; Colouring Pages; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby Tonight's Taika.

== David Jenkins ==

Img Src: David's IG / Kinga's IG

Img Src: @vannakitty's IG

== Con O'Neill ==

Img Src: @CorinSilvas IG

== Jes Tom ==

On WED MAY 15th show at 9PM, Jes Tom will be at Asian Comedy Fest at Sugar Mouse in NYC! Want tickets? Visit Asian Comedy Fest

Img Src: Jes Tom's IG

== Damien Gerard ==

Damien having a lovely hair down kinda day :) Img Src: Damien's IG

== Save OFMD Crew ==

Save OFMD Digital Advertising van follow up! Last month the trust overheated halfway through the paid for window so yesterday it got it's final chance to show streamers how much we want out show back. Src: @saveofmdcrewmates Tumblr

== Relax I'm From The Future! ==

Relax I'm From The Future is streaming in AoNZ! Thank you @wastingyourgum for keeping us posted <3

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

Coming Monday 04/22, our awesome crewmates over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction will be running a "The Lore of the Ring" episode! Check it out when it comes out Monday!

Src: Our Flag Means Fanfiction IG

== Cast Cards ==

As always, our awesome crewmate @melvisik is keeping us busy with more cast cards! Today is Cerris Morgan Moyer, or otherwise known in OFMD as "Victoria Archer, who assured Mary Allamby that her future husband was not some derelict..." Thanks Mel!

Src: @melvisik's Twitter

= OFMD Colouring-In Pics =

More colouring pages from our lovely crewmate @patchworkpiratebear! Get your creativity on and color in some OFMD related art! I may or may not be printing these off for my son and I to work on tomorrow... PatchworkPirateBear's Tumblr

== Articles ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew on twitter highlighted some great articles over on twitter. AdoptOurCrew Twitter Article Thread Forbes Article on Black Sails (mentions OFMD)

7 Shows Like The Great

Sun Article on Historical Series

== Love Notes ==

Happy Saturday my dears! I hope you are finding some time to relax today-- it feels like this past week was like a month long! We're coming up on the beginning of the week again so please remember to get some rest tonight if you can.

Do you ever feel anxious for seemingly no reason? Do you feel like you start talking to a group and then somehow everything just feels 10 times heavier? I know I do a lot. That's the part of our brains that have been dealing with so much crap for so long that it's trying to protect us from potential emotional harm again. It's been trained to question whether or not we've said the right thing, if our tone was non-offensive enough, if we're annoying someone.

It's doing it out of protection for us, but it can make things a lot harder in the long run. If you're feeling that kind of anxiety, please remember that it may just be your brain chemistry...and most likely no ones upset with you, or feeling like you're awkward, even if you yourself feel that way. You haven't done anything wrong with engaging with others, and you certainly deserve a chance to do so. Tell your brain to take a break too-- take a shower, or a bath, or heck, just splash some cold water on your face. We are our own worst critics lovelies, and sometimes we have to put a mute button on our own inner voice to get some peace.

You're doing great lovelies. Remember that. Don't let the anxiety succeed at making you feel like you're not good enough. You are good enough, and you're doing great. Finally, here's your gentle reminder to please go eat something, and definitely drink some water. I know it's a lot just to exist sometimes, but you're making it happen, be proud of yourself for that. You got this <3 Sending love and good vibes <3.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

While I don't personally partake-- tonight's theme is 420! Hope all who celebrated had a great and chill time <3

Gifs courtesy of @blakbonnet (darby) and @stedebonnets (ed)

[eveningdreams8]

picking patterns for your dolls yukata and obi

i think there was maybe one 'maybe' on actually wanting this but i am posting anyway;;;

i will preface this with that ultimately you can do whatever you want and makes you happy and this is more of an art then a science but if you struggle on deciding on matching fabrics this might help

picking fabrics in general for either component, keep in mind your dolls scale and the drape of your fabric, generally you can get away with thicker and heavier fabrics for obi then yukata

if the fabric you have absolutely set your heart on for the obi is not stiff enough for a belt you can add interfacing

with that out of the way on to the print picking! you don't have to stick to traditionally Japanese looking prints like sakura flowers, temari balls, waves and cranes. Anything could be a yukata print if you want as long as it's in scale for your doll, this doesn't exclude large prints! you could get a really cool look with a large print.

generally i decide if a print is too big or not is when i put it up against a doll (or imagine it if my doll is not on hand as the case may be at the fabric store) would a real person look cool wearing this large print? or just odd? sometimes the print could almost work but it repeats too rarely to work.

small repeat prints are great! through the really small ones usually work better for obi then the yukata.

the goal is to pick two fabrics that both compliment and contrast one another, this might sound like a bit of a contradiction but i will explain

first consider the patterns, the goal is so the two fabrics don't blend together, so roughly large prints with small and avoid using the exact same print for both even if the colours look nice together

while you don't always have to follow these rules consider this more of a guideline, i no doubt also forgot to list some options that could work as well, these are easy ways to pick a fabric print

if you really can't decide a solid colour is usually a safe choice, to spice it up you could pick something with a subtle printed texture or variation, also don't discount just textured fabrics! they can make great obi even if they are only one solid colour

if your yukata print is large and organic it could look good with a small regular print or a geometric one

if your yukata print is vertical stripes it could look good with an organic design, small regular print, often repeating geometric pattern or small horizontal stripes (if the striped on the yukata it self are not small)

if your yukata has a geometric print it could look good with a small repeat pattern, or medium to larger organic print

now the colours! this is a little more nebulous and objective but here is a few things to consider

having a bit of the yukata colour in the obi or vise versa is a good way to coordinate the fabrics

one option is to have the colour combo pop! by this i mean you see the colours next to each other and go "yes that feels right!" even if they are quite contrasting

generally monochrome prints can be paired with just about any colour, you would pay more attention to the images of the print it self to make a good match

you could follow the colour pallet! if a print is black and green the obi is too, just in different amounts so it stands out with a complementing print

I would also recommend holding prints next to each other even when you doubt it would work, it's a good way of finding striking combos!

hopefully this will help someone 〒▽〒

if you have any questions or suggestions feel free to add

[dwcmarshalarts]

I adore your style and content - I’m considering doing masters studies of some of your pieces just to try it out, but I’m still fairly new to art. I was curious if there’s any part of your process or any particular advice you’d have?

Gave this answer before to someone who asked me the same question, and I think it still counts! 1) Build stamina. You can do this by drawing often- and with intention. Start your drawing with a warm up- something light, not overly serious. Focus more on the literal mechanical feeling of your hand moving to draw. Then focus on the heavier stuff after you’ve both literally and mentally warmed up, setting the stage for more involved drawing. Make this a routine and drawing overall will be less tiring over time.

2) Focus on replicability, not detail. This goes hand in hand with the previous point. A lot of people develop a kind of perfectionism early on, where they get overly attached to a specific sketch and don’t wanna budge from it, and put details until it “looks good,” even when the subject as a whole is wonky. I like to equate this to “too much icing, not enough cake,” or “building on sand foundations.” I’ve been there before, and it can hold you back. Instead of focusing on a specific piece and how you rendered it that one time, focus on how you render it such that you could do something similar, easily replicate the concept. Once you’ve built more stamina, you can open up the gates to tackling the same subject matter in different ways.

3) Mind your mark making. Some folks agonize over the tiniest detail, sometimes for hours. At the end of the day, that itself doesn’t necessarily bring improvement- that’s more of a test of patience. Unless someone specifically asks, you don’t- for example- need to draw every single ridge of every knob on a switchboard in great detail. These things can be implied through mark making. Remember, a lot of drawing isn’t about literally making something for people to see- it’s tricking the eye into believing what’s drawn is actually there. You’ll be amazed at what detail can be like even when you don’t define every part.

4) Drawing is more seeing than “making it up.” * Don’t be afraid to use references and such. It’ll help you render form than imagining it- sometimes the imagination can conjure things incorrectly. *Even seasoned artists who don’t typically use too much references need to do studies from life or books every now and then to reinforce skills.

One point I didn't add before for style things specifically is: 5) Look where the artist got their inspirations from if you want to learn from them. No art exists within a vaccuum, everyone has their influences. Trying to do a study from someone's art will only take you so far- because then it'll feel more like mimicry than actual, learned study. Research or try to see parallels with artists that you might think had a hand in influencing a given artist's style. Notice the patterns there- certain textures are invoked here, this form was defined like this, etc. A lot of folks confuse wanting "more of a thing" as opposed to "what makes that thing desirable/unique." If you'd like to know where some of my influences come from, I'd say look at the works of Squiddy, covers for Hellboy comics, and the Snowpiercer graphic novel.

Addendum: If you're looking to draw anatomy specifically- study from real anatomy, and learn how to do those before you begin to "break the rules" (exaggerate, anthropomorphize, etc). For resources on that, I'd recommend the Morpho books (all of them haha) and Dynamic Human Anatomy by Roberto Osti.

Hope this helps somewhat, feel free to ask if I missed anything.

[thecommunityfridge]

My Pretty Art

CW: degradation, bondage (rope and cuffs), penitration (anal, toys and fingers), wax play, impact play, sensory deprivation, objectification. 

Sometimes I’m just in the mood to create. It strikes me in my most passionate moments, I feel the itch, it starts to consume my mind, engulf my being. Today the desire has been smoldering in my stomach for hours, but obviously I cannot just start creating. I need my materials, my tools, so I start to gather what I need. Of course an artist needs a way to frame their art, some materials to make pretty colors, and maybe even something to write my signature on the bottom. Oh and of course I need a canvas.

I texted her and told her that I want her to get naked, put on a blind fold, put on red lipstick, leave out the lipstick, and kneel in the center of the room. With my materials stuffed in a duffle bag in the back seat of my car, I pull into the driveway of her house. Gathering myself, I walk into the front door, I don’t know why I bother to make sure I looked good, she would be blindfolded. Tip tap tip tap, my boots click on the hardwood floor as I walk down the hall. She perked up as soon as I walk into the room, straightening her chest as to present herself as my object to mold as I want. “Good evening my pretty pretty darling” I walk over to the beautiful naked woman, her nipples showing how completely aroused she is to be waiting for me in such a vulnerable position. I brush my hand against her cheek which startles her at first but immediately she pushes her had against it as I take my thumb and press it against her lips. She immediately starts sucking on it.

“Today you are gonna be art”, I place the duffle bag on the ground sauntering over to the lipstick on a side table nearby. “You are only beautiful when I make you beautiful”, the words slip out of my mouth as if they were a cloud of cigarette smoke, “and today I will make sure it is obvious that I can make you the center piece of any art gallery”. She was always beautiful to me but I knew what I was doing, the poor girl got off on her self worth being reliant on me. I was her owner after all. “Of course every piece of art needs a title” I crouch down in front of her and she immediately whines a little bit, she can sense my presence but obviously has no clue what I am doing. I start to write across her forehead “My Pretty”, then I grab her face and jerk it to the side and start writing “WHORE”, with the O as her mouth. “Beautiful, I am inspired. A title that could not be more appropriate for a piece of art”.

“Thank you sir” she says and ends with a gasp because I have grabbed her face again.

“I’ve never seen a piece of art that talks to me” I growled putting a red ball gag in her mouth. I can tell she’s really into it now, her breathing has started to git heavier, her hips going higher and higher in subconscious desperation for me to play with her. “I will be taking any excessive talking as an attempt to use a safeword, so try to keep yourself quiet”

Now that she has a title and is set to be my canvas, I wonder what I should do next. Every good piece of art must be displayed, how shall I display my art. She’s already in the middle of the room which is perfect, but she needs to be spread out. I need to be able to see all of her, a crumpled up piece of paper rarely gets seen. I grab my rope out of the bag and grab her hair and watch her struggle to try and keep up with standing up before it hurts too much. I hear her trying to breath through the gag, she can’t help it, she’s just trying to survive currently. In a moment I grab her wrists and put them together behind her. I grab her neck and let her lay her head onto my shoulder. “What should I do to make you prettier” I say as my hand slowly walks down to her hard nipple. She gives a soft moan into my neck as I tease her, just slowly moving my finger back and forth across her nipple. Then I start tying, starting with her wrists to keep them together behind her back.

Then once her wrists are tied I move the rope around the top of her breast, making sure I get as close to her as possible so she feels my hard cock against her. Going around twice but on the second pass I wrap around the beginning of the tie and pull slowly as I see the tie tightening around her. The poor girl lets out what I can only assume is a “Oh god” as the rope starts to dig into her skin. Then I do the same this time going under her breasts. Finally after two passes I tie the tie into the wrist restraints and tie it the the eye hook on the ceiling, tight enough to keep her still but not enough that she can’t be comfortably flat footed. It looks beautiful the knot in the back is something that I feel can be described as a rose. While the front just shows two boarders that are just framing her beautiful breasts perfectly as if in a picture frame. I play with my art, I spin her around slowly mostly because I can but also to see how I want her to look in the lighting. I run my fingers along the rope, feeling how tight it is against her body. But I eventually give my master piece some relief, I let my hands wander down to her dripping desperate pussy. She lets out a noise as if its been stuck inside her waiting to be released. I play with her clit as I whisper, “You were waiting for that huh kiddo, but there’s still so much art left to make.”

I think it’s time to set a center focus, I take some lube and slowly but consistently start fingering her asshole as more close to heavy moans start to come from the gagged mouth, After I feel I have warmed her up I use a plug with a red jewel on the end into her ass. I stand back looking how absolutely beautiful she looks in this moment, she has started to drool onto her framed tits and I can’t find it much more beautiful. But I must. After a quick hand wash, I return to her body. My fingers start working on her pussy, exploring my canvas. How can I make art if I do not know my canvas inside and out. After I am satisfied with how much I know her, and she is equally unsatisfied with me stopping, I slip a remote vibrator in her and have it go on a loop of slowly going up and down in intensity.

It is time for me to use my most colorful of toys, but first a little warm up to get the canvas relaxed and full of color. I start to slap her ass with my hand as I put my other hand on her lower stomach to keep her still. After I feel she is warmed up and has stopped lifting her feet out of pain. I take my paddle and prepare to make her ass change colors to the most beautiful shade of purple. Normally I am intentional with my impact but this time, I am free and loose. I am a painter of an abstract painting letting my paint fly onto my canvas. Of course this is the loudest my art has been. She’s blissed out, constrained in a mixture of pain and pleasure. My silence adding to her objectification. I don’t see her human attributes just the pieces I can mold and manipulate.

Finally silence… I feel that the purple is the perfect color, not enough to detract from the pretty red jewel in the middle but enough to become a landscape of shifting colors that I could look at for hours. Her heavy breathing and slackness in her body shows me that she was ready to stop too, only showing a shiver when I can tell the vibrator is getting close to the top setting. “You’re not quite there yet, you haven’t been made perfect”, I reinforce her submission while giving her a symbol that she’s getting close to the end. I prepare for the next step, I am note quite done with colors but I want her in my arms. She needs to feel close to me, my art must love it’s creator, it must lust for it. That’s what ties everything together. I light a stick candle and grab my art from behind and start dripping the wax onto her breasts. The slowness of the dripping after the intensity of the spanking has tired out my art. She just lays in my neck flinching with each drip of wax as I whisper all the things that I know will turn her on confirmed by the soft moans in my ear.

Finally when I am satisfied with the way that the wax has patterned onto her, I put out the candle and admire from the front. It’s amazing, it’s intoxicating. I am glad she is blindfolded because the way that I can’t help but to stroke my cock at the sight of My Pretty Whore is embarrassing and feral. But I am not ready, I need anyone who sees my art to be engulfed as possible. It needs to be enthralling. I take a wand belt and strap it to perfectly lined up on her clit. My art is starts to moan, she needs it so bad but it’s not quite time. I then put ankle cuffs and spread her out with a spreader bar. With the way that I have tied her, she needs to be on her tippy toes to be comfortable. There is no art without pain right?

Perfect. Just Perfect. I see all of her. Her submission. Her arousal. Her exhibition. And my presence. I have never made anything as beautiful before. She needs to be admired, that is the final part of art and she is perfect to be admired. I need to study her, to watch her from all angles. It is time. I turn on the wand and sit back and enjoy what I have created.

[ladyseidr]

So, as you may know from his muse page, Rory has ( obviously undiagnosed ) ADHD. I wanted to delve more into this ( and project some of my ADHD onto him lmaooo ).

so, we'll start heavier and then move on to the mostly lighter stuff: yes, his ADHD is disabling. no, he does not know that. yes, he's thinks he's just lazy and stupid ( he's not </3 ).

no, his would-be-shitty-no-matter-what parents do not help the above, although his mom's emotional abuse / judgment actually gives him the bigger complex abt it

he does struggle academically despite the fact that, talking to him about his interests / stuff he's knowledgeable about, he clearly comes across intelligent. he struggles with focus, some memory issues, plus general test anxiety despite claiming to not care about school. he hears a lot of "try harder" despite, like, actually putting effort in for many years of his schooling.

he graduates high school, barely ( as in, highly considered dropping out for 101 reason, including the ADHD ). no, he doesn't even consider college.

the combination of untreated ADHD, C-PTSD, and definitely an ( un ) healthy dose of depression make it hard for him to work "traditional jobs," so he does mostly odd jobs. at some point after getting his own place, i def think he starts diving into his art a little more. can aspen write a muse who isn't a creative? tune in next time to find out.

unrelated, but i am serious about the band idea. about him joining some local, semi-decent band as a singer.

ANYWAY some lighter stuff now: guy who always has one major ( months and months long ) and one minor ( 1-2 weeks ) hyperfixation going on at all times.

his common types of hyperfixations tend to be: specific comic book series or characters, specific bands, D&D, video games, and so forth.

he does get pulled back to previous hyperfixations sometimes, especially favorite characters ( like batg.irl, green ar.row, nightc.rawler, spid.er-man, etc )

please let him infodump at you. please let your muse find it endearing when he talks for 30 minutes straight about the latest Batm.an series. or about his new spray paint. or about anything.

btw i'm adding this just to be petty because i brought up comics but i promise you he called in and voted for jason not to die. i think older rory read "Under the H.ood" and felt the most validation he'd ever felt in his life. this isn't even fn.af-related anymore, let me get mad about D.C for a second—

( actually let's be real rory relating to jason big time is Real and Canon to me. anyway hayla, if you're reading this—)

sometimes his brain moves faster than his mouth and he literally can't say what he wants to say fast enough to get it out coherently ( real real real ).

he does miss social cues sometimes, but how much of that is ADHD vs him just not being properly socialized prior to school is debatable. pre-bite, he's able to laugh it off when someone calls him on it.

projecting big time but i think he should be a rocker ( as a stim ). if he's sitting down, he's probably rocking or bouncing his leg or something. if he's standing, he's shifting foot-to-foot constantly. that's not to say he can never be still, but he stims quite a lot. it's not always ( or even often ) a sign of nerves, he just gets restless.

in fact, honestly a lot of his idle behavior can scream "nervous" if you don't realize he's simply restless.

his recklessness is honestly not something i'd attribute to his ADHD. he has little care for his own safety, but i think that's a lot broader then ( or even wholly unrelated to ) his ADHD

does he ever get diagnosed? it's probably well into his 30s before he can even be convinced to try therapy, but yeah, i think eventually he gets diagnosed and tbh i think he probably cried the first time he read the, like, symptoms of it and realized it fit him. also when he gets on medication. this is supposed to be a happy bullet point but AGH </3

anyway rory infodumping at your muse starter call when?

[hugsandchaos]

Purring

This is inspired by @astronic-fr’s drawing, and you should seriously look at their art. It’s really good, and I find their N x Thad content especially adorable. This was a bit rushed, so sorry about it being short.

Thad stared at the TV and console on the other side of the room with a conflicted look on his face. He wanted to do something fun, but he didn’t know what game he wanted to play. And even if he did, he would most likely need both hands, and with the cast on his arm, that wasn’t exactly an option. He let out a sigh and turned his gaze towards the ceiling to think. He already thought about what he did wrong on the parkour course and how not to let it happen next time, so what now?

Before he knew it, Thad found himself thinking about his boyfriend, N. A smile made its way onto his face as he started thinking about all the things he loved about him.

“You broke your arm?!?!” N shrieked as he burst through the vents. Thad jolted and nearly yelped, but quickly recomposed himself and looked at the other side of his room to see N putting the opening to the vent on his ceiling back together.

“Wow, that was fast.” The worker drone commented as he sat up and swung his legs over the couch. He knew that his parents would tell at least one or two drones about the incident if they were asked why they’re not paying attention to their jobs as much as they usually do, and since his dad works with Ron, N might possibly find out about it when he came by, but not this quickly.

N closed his eyes and straightened his back with a slightly proud look.“My average flying speed is 235 miles per hour, and I’ve already mapped out the every bit of the ventilation system I can reach.” He explained calmly. Then his eyes opened again and he looked just as panicked as before.”But that’s not the point!” He said before moving closer.”Are you sure your arm was reset correctly?! Was the cast put on wrong?!”

Thad almost chuckled at his questions. He was almost acting just as worried as his mother. But he pushed it down since he could see how worked up he was about this.

“Yes, I’m alright. I just need to rest is all.” Thad replied. A smile quickly appeared on his face.”But I appreciate the concern.” He added. N didn’t share the smile, and instead only looked a little more concerned.“You sure you don’t need help or anything?” N asked.

Thad felt like his core was being tugged at. He knew the drone had issues of self esteem and often felt like the only way he could ever be worth anything was if he worked really hard, so getting him to stop and rest was sometimes a bit of a challenge.

Unless...

“Would you mind just staying with me for a while?” Thad asked. N immediately nodded and sat next to him, eager to help his boyfriend in any way he could. The worker drone used his unharmed arm to pull N closer to himself so he would lay his head on his free shoulder. A yellow blush appeared on N’s face as Thad leaned against the couch, bringing him with him. The taller drone blinked, which made a small beeping sound, and slowly pulled his legs up onto the couch to relax a bit better.

Looks like he got the memo really fast this time.

Thad smiled and rubbed his arm slightly while N slowly tilted his head to rest it on his boyfriend’s shoulder. He was always careful with leaning on Thad since he was scared his weight would either crush him or make him uncomfortable, but Thad didn’t mind. He wasn’t that much heavier than worker drones. There were times when Thad’s little cousins liked to pile on him while watching him play video games or cling onto his legs while he walked, so he’s definitely used to weight on him.

“Oh, this reminds me!” N piped up. Thad opened his eyes, not realizing they had closed, and quickly noticed a sort of vibration in N’s chest and vocal cords. The slight vibration also made a weird wiring sound. It kind of sounded like what a lot of Earth cats did when they were happy. What was it called? Purring?”N, are you purring?” Thad asked.

“I heard that purring helps most healing processes.” N explained with a new, hopeful grin. Thad soon smiled as well and leaned his own head against N’s.”That’s thoughtful of you. Thank you.” He said. N continued purring, maybe even a little louder, and nuzzles slightly against him.

“By the way, I think your dad is plotting my demise.” N piped up.

[merriway]

Do you have any tips for how you developed your style? I want it to be like yours :3

OH my style has been developed over the course of many years through many different inspirations. I dont really have a name for it either per your other ask its more just like a hodge podge of all my favorite things. I can list some of my prominent inspirations for you to look up as well as list some of the things I focus on when arting!

For inspiration I'd have to go back to elementary school and say that my first creative inspo was probably the Nightmare before Christmas. I think that really encouraged a love of weird and whacky shapes in character design. Anime was obviously also a huge inspo and I love a lot of retro anime from the 80s/90s. Ranma, Moomins, Add in some PS1-PS2 era platformer mascots like sonic, spyro, crash, and klonoa. If we're talking video games too i gotta bring up pokemon cause thats been my obsession since the games first came out. From highschool through college I really studied a lot of art from classic disney and I'd say one of my favorite book series is "They drew as they pleased' I think studying that gave me a love for gesture drawing and acting. I think there was the show Wakfu which had a lot of art from Gobi and Bill Otomo and I loved how they pushed shapes in their character design. Takashi Nakamaru is a big inspo for me in how he stylizes and animates. He has such a level of volume and weight that what he animates feels so real but his style feels so cartoony and whimsical. Yuasa Masaaki headed one of my favorite anime, Kaiba. Which had a very stylized toony look but held a lot of darker heart wrenching themes. I really love cute/fun aesthetics mixed with heavier topics. Yoh Yoshinari is another major artist I reference a lot. Hes a major hitter at Trigger and I love the way he has blended both western and anime styles together. Also his extreme poses are so fun. I particularly love his book of sketches he did of Osamu Tezuka characters. Very toony but animated stuff. There is probably a lot more but I would say thats a erally good starting place to know where Im coming from. As for how I approach drawing. I will echo this as long as I live but gesture drawing gesture drawing gesture drawing. I took several life drawing classes in college and my favorite thing was to do short timed drawings of people and animals. There are so many videos for free on youtube about the Line of Action, about how to start gesture drawing as well as so many resources to find models/reference to draw from. Do 5 second gesture drawings where you can only get like three lines on the page, that helps you to focus most on the feeling and energy of a pose. Then 30 sec, 1 min, etc See how people do life drawing too. I really like Heinrich Kley and he was a huge inspo for many of the classic disney artists. You keep practicing that and it'll start to show up in your more stylized work. When you learn how to twist and bend shapes it starts to show in your personal art. For my personal art I tend to have a lot of mood boards, pinterest boards with artists I like and work that inspires me. I sometimes just spend 15min-30min looking at my favorite art, injecting the things I like about them into my brain and getting hyped to draw! Draw all sorts of styles, all sorts of things! Experiment with a variety of styles and eventually you'll start to create your own signature look. And dont be afraid to make a bad drawing!! I made so many! I drew on notes in class, on napkins, on post it notes, you name it. Just doodle and sketch bad things then try to figure out how to fix them through reference and learning. But remember to just stop and think about what you want! For example, what do you like about my art? is it the posing the shapes, the energy? Think about those things. Take a moment to ask yourself questions like 'what am I going for?" "why?" I think having a motivation, a drive, or something similar to that helps you want to draw and not get caught up with social media and trying to compete with your peers. Overall enjoy the journey! You're your own unique person and all your own personal experiences can feed into your work in a way others may not! And good luck with drawing, I hope it stays fun for you!!

[allthingsfangirl101]

Someone Before Me–Joe Keery

Joe and I moved to LA shortly after graduation. He came to become an actor while I came to become a famous artist. He was fulfilling his dream. He loved his job and loved where he was.

I wish I could say the same. I wasn't famous. I wasn't fulfilling my dream. And I didn't love where I was.

I was working on my feet all day as a hostess at the nearby Olive Garden. I do get to take home an entire salad and a dozen breadsticks at the end of the night.

I walked into my apartment, every muscle in my body aching. I kicked off my shoes, tossed my keys into the bowl, and hung up my jacket and purse. I sat down on the couch, trying to sigh my day off.

I groaned, turning into a whimper as my phone started ringing. Unfortunately, it was still in my purse. I forced myself to stand up and answer my phone.

"Hello?"

"You sound tired," Joe laughed.

"Because I've been on my feet for six hours," I sighed as I walked back to my couch and collapsed onto it.

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "Are you too tired for movie night?"

"Never," I instantly perked up. "I can order pizza. Are you done with filming?"

"I will be by the time the pizza gets to your place."

"Are you okay?" I asked when I noticed the tone of his voice change.

"I'm fine."

"Joe," I cut him off, "what's going on? You sound weird. Is everything okay at work?"

"It's fine," he tried to convince me again.

"Joe?"

"Fine," he sighed, giving in. "For some reason, I seem to be struggling this season. Not with my acting. Just with. . . everything else."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," he sighed, his frustration coming through the phone. "I'm tired a lot more. And sometimes. . . I struggle to get out of bed."

"Do you think you could be depressed?" I asked cautiously. "I don't want to be overstepping my bounds, but you're my best friend and I worry about you, Joe. I know how it feels."

"What do you mean?" He asked my earlier question but with a little more panic.

"When we first moved here, art school got really overwhelming," I sighed. "I got scared. I was on my own and you were busy so I didn't want to bother you."

"You should've," he said so softly I almost missed it.

"I was about to, but then you got that call from your manager."

"What call?"

"The one where he told you that you had landed the role of Steve Harrington," I explained.

"Oh," he whispered. "I didn't mean to make you feel like you couldn't tell me you were struggling."

"You didn't," I said quickly. "I could've still told you, but I didn't want to ruin your excitement."

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

"I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty," I sighed. "I wanted to make sure you knew that I understand what you're going through. I want to help you."

"I appreciate that," Joe said, his voice finally lightening up. "I'll be over in about twenty minutes, okay? Want me to pick anything up on my way?"

"I'll handle the pizza," I smiled. "You grab some treats."

                                * * * * *

Joe and I spent the rest of the night binge-watching our favorite TV show. The entire time he was over, he was acting a little strange. He kept glancing at me, chewing his bottom lip. He only ever did that when he had something on his mind. I paused our show and turned toward him.

"What?" He laughed.

"You tell me," I said simply. "You haven't been yourself since you came over. I know that you've been struggling with work, but I feel like something else is bothering you. Something heavier."

"I guess you're not wrong," he mumbled looking at his hands instead of me.

"What's going on?" I asked gently. I reached over and grabbed his hand.

"Sometimes," he started to explain as he looked up at me, "I look at you and I can't understand how someone before me didn't see what I see. Sometimes I look at you, and I can't understand how someone before me didn't notice how beautiful you are. Sometimes I look at you and I feel lucky that someone before me didn't notice because if they had seen what I've always seen within you, then I wouldn't have been able to have a chance to love you the way I do."

"Wait," I stuttered, my voice getting caught in my throat. "I don't. . . I don't understand, Joe. You're. . . What?"

"I'm in love with you, Y/N," Joe smiled. "That's what. I've been in love with you since middle school."

"Middle school?"

"Since Ryan Anderson asked me if he could ask you out and I punched him in the middle of PE."

"Wait," I smiled, "is that why you got suspended for three days a week into eighth grade?"

"Yeah," he shrugged, his face slightly turning pink.

"I think that's adorable," I whispered.

"That I got into a fight?"

"That you got into a fight over your protectiveness for me," I said like it should've been obvious.

"Over my love for you," he corrected. That's when I realized we both have been leaning closer.

"Oh, right," I smirked. "That."

I don't know who initiated it. All I knew was his lips were pressed to mine. Joe reached up and cupped my cheek in one hand while his other gently rested on my knee. He deepened the kiss, proving his confession. I leaned fully into the kiss, neither one of us holding back.

I giggled when he pulled me over so I was straddling his hips. I broke the kiss to see him still smiling at me.

"I don't understand what has gotten into you," I whispered as I looked up at him, "but I'm not going to question it."

"It's simple," he shrugged. "I've been in love with you for so long. I can't believe I finally get to call you mine."

I bit my lip to stop the moan that almost slipped. "Call me," I whispered.

"What?"

"Call me yours."

He smirked as he closed the gap between us, pushing his hands on my back to press my body against his. He slightly rubbed our noses together as different parts of his body rubbed against mine.

"You are all mine, gorgeous," he whispered sending a chill down my spine.

I moaned as I grabbed his face and pulled his lips down to mine. We got lost in the kiss as we showed each other how much we loved each other. I broke the kiss long enough to get a few final words in before we officially crossed the line between friendship and something more.

"I don't want to be anyone else's."

[darksideofthemoonbot]

Khorne

Sorry Khorne fans, but for me he is last of the big four. That doesn't mean I don't like him, love all the chaos gods, but here's why. Unlike my Nurgle and Tzeentch explanations, this will be a bit heavier like my Slaanesh.

THE GOOD

Khorne is a lawnmower. There's something satisfying at times to the simplicity of, lets go with Kharneth, I like that name better. Something delightfully simple to screaming "BLOOD FOR THE BLOODGOD" and going to hit something with a sharp piece of metal. Its almost therapeutic sometimes.

Also, as he cares not from whence the blood flows, Kharneth is thus clearly the god of [menstruation joke goes here]. And yes, I am... familiar with the Leman Russ quote. Though in a way I sorta do want a Norscan slang to be "the time of the hound".

Completely unrelated, I promise, but also Valkia the Bloody. A lot of love for a queen who gets told she's been selected as a Slaanesh daemon prince for concubinisation, and answers by killing him and marching into chaos to deliver his head to Kharneth personally.

THE BAD

Khorne is a lawnmower. Much fun as it is to skull for yon skull throne, I can find Kharneth a bit one-note in that respect. Which isn't bad exactly but tends to make him better in measured doses, you know? I like variety over the long haul.

THE UGLY

Here's where it gets heavy. Like Slaanesh, I relate to Kharneth well. Unlike Slaanesh, it is not a mixed bag of good and bad. It is just bad. It is parts of me I do not like.

Among my mental/emotional concerns for which I get medication and therapy is anger. Not strong enough a word. Rage. Fury. Berserkergang perhaps.

Times where the world has become a long red tunnel with ThingsThatNeedToDie™️ at the other end. The strength is unbelievable, though I pay for it after. And I don't just mean raw physical force. The absolute purity of purpose in such a rage is the greatest clarity I have ever experienced.

And that is a bad thing.

It is like an addiction. It may well be one, but I am not a biochemist so I won't conjecture. All it causes is harm and the sublime clarity doesn't last beyond the fit of rage. I miss it. I shouldn't but I do. And I have started trying to direct it in healthier ways. Promoting justice, if there is such a thing, or perhaps more accurately fighting injustices. Turning the furnace of anger toward productive ends.

That, however, leads me to the even less useful and harder to justify emotion I relate to with Kharneth: hate. Unlike the conflagration of fury, hate is the bitter coals that endlessly hunger for spiteful destruction.

I have stared into the abyss of hate. In some areas I have fallen into it. Most notably misandristic thinking. I hated men. Another trauma response, given who has hurt me in the past. And I know that it is wrong, I have made real progress with it. Unlike anger, I do not miss it. It is seductive, offering clear and simple answers to complex issues. "X is bad" with no other qualifiers can be unbelievably tempting in some cases. Complex is troubling, while simple is easier. Hate is so much easier than understanding. But I do not miss it. The toxic fumes from those ever-smoking coals is poisonous to mind, body, spirit, and society.

It is not rage, it is contempt. It is spite and venom. A desire to see something ruined or destroyed, not out of passion, but out of bile. And my susceptibility for it is a part of myself I really do not like. But to mention my fibromyalgia again: it is easy to hate the world when the world causes you nothing but pain.

Understanding is counter to hate, maybe not perfectly but I found it helps. After I was assaulted a few years back by a hired driver, I was aware how easy it would be to fall into hate because of that. So I threw myself into learning about his religion. Harder to paint all adherents of a faith badly when I knew more about it, was my thinking. It worked. I even gained an appreciation for the art common in that belief system, that I had not known about before, and learned some interesting history. Which helped me remember: it is not all of a demographic, it may be too much of a demographic, but not all. He was just a jackass.

Sorry to end the big four on a heavy note y'all. Here's a picture of cathartic destruction.

[sellenite]

i wanna know !! do you have an influence map? like movies music books and shows that definitely influenced your writing? you’re incredibly talented !! so i want to know what you find inspiring !!

omg hi Yasu, this is so sweet! and also such a good question! to be completely honest, I don't really know where my writing style came from and I very humbly feel like I have a lot to learn 🥲 but some books that I have read recently and really enjoyed the style of are Normal People by Sally Rooney and If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio.

I really like writing/art/music that moves me emotionally, and I tend to lean into more melancholy emotions to be honest. I feel like a lot of the writing I have posted on here (currently ;) doesn't really reflect that, but in the current stories I've been working on, I am trying to lean into heavier, more angsty moods.

but I listen to A LOT of music, and I think it influences me more than I realize. I can listen to a song and it makes me think of a specific character or I get these little scenes in my head that then spiral into their own stories or sometimes just stay little ideas :') I would say this happens the most when I'm listening to Lana Del Rey because she has that melancholy, dark romantic kind of vibe that I love so much <3

but also I lean into my emotional states too! like some days I feel super sensitive and I'm just day-dreaming about something lovey-dovey and then it transforms into an actual solid plot. that is honestly how the whole Choso Cherry Blossoms series came about :')

I also feel very inspired by a lot of other writers on this platform, yourself included 🥲 I just think there is so much talent here and I read a lot of fics that are just so incredibly well-written and it makes me feel inspired to keep improving my own style.

but I hope this was a satisfactory answer! I'm sorry it was so all over the place 😭 thank you, thank you for the ask—you are so sweet 🥲🌟🫶

[yell0wsalt]

For the intimacy prompts: Hukki #11 and/or #17?

Hi :) Thanks for the prompt! First time trying Hukki, so this was exciting!

#11. Kisses littered all over the face.

#17. That soft exhalation of adoring laughter leaving Character B’s mouth after kissing Character A

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At the top of the stone steps on Air Temple Island, Ikki sat with her chin in her hands, and let out a heavy sigh.

A few seconds later, another sigh. This one being longer and heavier than the last.

“Oh my spirits, Ikki!” Off to the side sitting underneath the gazebo, Jinora slammed her book down in huff. “Do you mind? I am trying to read, and your moaning is bothering me!”

Perking up from resting her head in her hands, she turned to face her sister. “Oh you caught that?” Unapologetic as ever. 

Jinora fought to contain her eye roll. She settled for a pointed look of frustration.

“Anyways,” Ikki hopped up from her seat to make her way over to her sister. “Now that I have your attention…” A light hop falling into the cross legged position. “I could use your help.”

Resigned to the fact she won’t be able to continue her book until Ikki gets what she wants, Jinora marked her spot in her book and turned her focus to her sister.

“Fine then, what’s up?”

Ignoring the curt attitude, Ikki pressed on. “I don’t know what the deal is between me and Huan.”

“Deal?”

“Yeah. I mean I have no clue where we’re at. Are we girlfriend, boyfriend? Just friends? Casually dating? We’ve been on plenty of dates now, but nothing’s been made official. I don’t know if he likes me, likes me, if we’re just hanging out just because we’re here, or what?” She threw her arms up in frustration.

“Have you tried bringing this up to him?” 

Ikki looked at her incredulously. “Are you kidding me?! Me ask him? Spirits, that’s not how it goes in the romance books I’ve read, Jinora. Come on, I can’t do that!”

“So? There’s nothing wrong with you asking the guy to be their girlfriend.” 

“But Kai asked you to be his girlfriend.”

“Well, that’s true…” 

“And Huan is a man of few words, except when he’s talking about his art. Although I find it absolutely adorable when he gets lost in what he’s doing like that, I don't know if or when I could get an update on our relationship out of him.”

Jinora cracked a smile. “Yeah, a man of few words indeed,” she mused. “However, need I remind you Mom was the one who confessed to Dad first, so who’s to say you can’t do something similar?”

At that point, Ikki sat back and hummed, mulling over the idea. “You know, you’re right. Maybe I think I could do that. I could take the initiative.” As Ikki considered the idea more and more, the more she was enticed by the idea.

“Exactly, that’s that spirit.”

“Actually, Huan is taking me on a date this afternoon. He’s presenting a big sculpture that he’s been working on and I’m going to stop by and see what it looks like and show support.”

“You haven’t seen it yet?” Jinora raised a brow.

Ikki shook her head. “Nope! I knew he was working on something major, but when I asked to see what it was going to turn out like, he practically hissed at me, saying something along the lines of, ‘the beauty will be in the wait,’” she huffed.

Jinora laughed.

“Anyways,” she continued. “I’ll finally get to see what he has been working on. I’m thinking that sometime during our date, I’ll ask him.” 

Jinora nodded enthusiastically. “Sounds like a plan. Go on ahead and stick your chin out for your hopefully soon to be boyfriend!”

Ikki shuddered, pulling a face of disgust. “Okay, now you’re sounding too much like mom. Need you to stop that as soon as possible. Scary.”

Jinora tutted her tongue. “Whatever, get out of here and let me get back to my book.”

Hand raised in a mock salute. “Whatever you say. Gotta get ready anyways. Bye, sis!”

A silent wave goodbye.

****

Walking up to the Republic City’s Metropolitan Museum of Art, Ikki sights were honed in on a familiar figure standing by the entrance and a wide smile grew.

Eyes narrowed, index and forefinger pinched his chin, Huan leaned forward in intense focus on the dual lion turtle stone sculptures at each side of the grand entrance. 

Ikki glided right to his side. “Hey, Huan. Well don’t you look nice.”

Huan stood up for a moment, turning towards the source of the voice. “Hello, Ikki. Come here, what do you think about these sculptures?” he resumed his position in contemplation.

She hummed. What do I think? Her brain started to feel smokey and the gears turned, coming up empty. “I… don’t really know,” she admitted.

Abruptly he stood up to face her once more. “Exactly!” 

“Exactly?” cocking her head to the side in question.

“The designs are uneven, proportions are off, and the sculpting medium doesn’t quite fit with the theme. It’s nothing, it’s everything. It makes no sense, but all the sense at the same time.” He gasped. “Remarkable.”

Ikki let out a dreamy sigh. 

“Are you ready to go in?”

“Hm? Oh- yes, let’s go. I can’t wait to see what you’ve been working on. This will be exciting!”

Going through the exhibit was... Decent. There were plenty of sculptures from other artists they were going through first and while her interest in the arts has grown as she’s gotten older and spent more and more time with Huan, well, those sculptures weren’t his.

With the myriad of sculpture displays and discussions, keeping up was proving to be a challenge but she was trying her best. 

“And finally–” 

Oh spirits, yes!

“This is the one I’ve been working on.”

Coming up to the statue, Ikki’s eyes widened in wonder.

A series of metal ribbons, long and short, wide and narrow, swirled around in an upward spiral. The spiralized ribbons weren’t solely a stiff column. In their own way they curved and flowed. Static and dynamic all the same. 

It made Ikki feel… connected.

“So,” Huan started. “What are you thinking?”

“Huan…” Slowly she turned to face him. “It’s remarkable. I love it.”

“You know..I based this sculpture off of you,” he softly admitted.

“Really?”

A small nod. He slowly reached to tuck loose hair behind her ear. “Your gray eyes, the way the color is captured in the light depending on the angle. Your bending, how beautiful and inspiring it is to see you flow like the breeze, dancing in the skies when you glide. The way your spirit is as bright as the sun. You have that positive effect on people. It’s inspiring.”

Ikki’s heart has never felt so full. “Huan... I guess that partially explains why I resonated so well with your sculpture. I- I don’t know what else to say.” 

“This was why I didn’t let you in on what I was working on for this exhibit. I wanted to surprise you.”

Ikki huffed a laugh. “Well, call me surprised. This is the sweetest thing I could have ever imagined that you’d do for me.” 

“And I- I hoped that once this exhibit was over. That this could be a present I may give to my… girlfriend?”

Time stood still for Ikki, hearing Huan's words. “Girlfriend? You did say girlfriend, right?”

Huan’s face turned a heated red and he nodded. 

A beat later, Ikki leapt into his arms, making Huan need to stagger back as he held her steady in his arms.

“Woah! Okay, Ikki–”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, tears of joy near welling up in her eyes. 

Eagerly she cupped Huan’s cheeks, peppering kisses all over his face. His forehead, eyes, nose, and lips. A tear broke free, dropping on his face.

“Hey!” A stern voice called from the other side of the room, pausing Ikki’s kisses.

The couple turned to find a random older woman glaring at them as though looks could kill. 

“This is a public place!” she scolded. “If the two of you are going to act like a bunch of hooligans, do it somewhere else!”

Ikki bristled, “Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am!”

Huan silently narrowed his eyes at her before muttering a small apology. 

Quickly Ikki turned away from the woman who stormed off in a huff, refocusing her attention to Huan and bearing a cheeky smile.

A singular kiss firmly pressed to Huan’s lips. She pulled away with a breathy laugh.

Huan joined in on her laugh, too.

“But yes. Yes, Huan, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Holding Ikki in his arms, Huan easily relaxed as his heart warmed. He thumbed the tears welling in his girlfriend’s eyes. “I’m so glad.”

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[dgiacomo]

#munday ask So, I've just seen the last question and... what do you think about the cards?

In the fullarts, Momo seems pretty skinny. I thought his chubby sprite was caused by the Autumn Set.

He wears the winter set, but the yellow jacket could give some animation problems, couldn't it?

I don't know... your thoughts?

[The cards are drawn by different artists (and they didn't even get his shirt's sleeves right in 2 of them so I'm not sure how canon they can be considered XD)... I mean... Arven looks stocky in his concept sheet... stocky buff or something in his model... and then weedy on some of those cards so... I'm not entirely sure if the artists commissioned for the cards are really given all the deets/specifics... besides, when I designed Giacomo for this blog, I literally only had his in game model, the official concept sheet hadn't even been released yet. XD Mine's based on the game

This is an interesting question though and it actually ties in to other decisions I made on the blog - his outfit. He's actually wearing a very large version of the academy uniform... when you look at other thin characters in their uniform, the puffer vest is quite form fitting... I mean, just look at the player character in it for example!

Giacomo is just wearing the academy uniform shirt and puffer vest with some skinny joggers/sweats (literally, of all things (it's on the concept art sheet)) and a really large coat... The shirt hangs down quite far on him and, unlike Eri and the grunts, I don't think his uniform is modified besides changing the emblem out for Team Star's emblem...

I've hinted at it a couple times on the blog already, but this is what made me decide to have him heavier in the past. His uniform is huge on him. And it's said a few times in the game that you get assigned your uniform when you enrol... it's just sent to you in your size and that's what you get. So unless Giacomo has been around trading uniforms for some reason, that uniform fit him when he was assigned it...

Basically everything on this blog is based on a concept of "expanding canon" based on things I literally see, details I pick up on, things that are hinted upon... because it's fun to try and make all these things work, haha! XD If there are any details that exist, there's probably a game related reason why.

That aside, the examples I gave aren't ALL the cases, it's just a handful I had to hand from last time... the way he is animated in the game seems explicitly intentional, as in it's tweaked to make sure things don't clip where they can be seen and that things lay on each other right... they have put bones in his coat so that it shapes around his torso... It looks like he stands with his shoulder blades pointing inwards and his chest puffed, maybe to equalise how his torso looks? I dunno, but his arms are back, haha

It's not based on a physics engine seemingly (because the MMD model has his coat past the second bones hang with physics and sometimes it clips through him), the animations are made so that the coat doesn't clip through him.... most of the time. I feel like... if they wanted him to explicitly look really thin, they would have fixed the model/animation on hold shots like when you see him sitting on the Starmobile for the first time and when he's holding out the ball XD Maybe they don't care? Considering just how much detail they put into stuff like Larry's suit alone (which is crazy, I saw somebody's cool analysis and just, wow)... I don't think they would have overlooked stuff like that if they did care? But I dunno, personally, it's all speculation. Why did they make his clothes so large in the first place?

Besides, Giacomo seems to be Mela's opposite like Ortega and Eri seems to be opposites and Atticus and Penny seem to be opposites... but that's another rabbit hole entirely. XD

You're free to interpret him however you wish at the end of the day, though! It's not like my blog is law XD I'm just having fun exploring deeper... and those are my reasonings for him being how he is, canon or otherwise, hahaha!]

[archi-journal]

Archi journal #1

As the first post on the blog, and as one does at the beginning of everything, we start by asking why. I feel like I must explain the premise of why I enjoy architecture, and how do I perceive architecture.

Personally, there are a few ways I look at architecture as a subject, aesthetically (the matters of the heart), and conceptually/theoretically (the matters of the brain).

Perceiving beauty

There is no denying that when one enters a beautiful space, their mood can be instantly transformed. Human bodies recognise beauty in unexplainable ways. For me, it comes as a form of elevated excitement, and sometimes an overwhelming sense of being moved. When I enter a space I enjoy, I sense an ecstatic emotion that is so strong that I sometimes feel like I am hit by a truck (not that there is anything ecstatic about that, but you know what I mean) and my heartbeat falls in step with the light and shadow interplay within the space. It is very similar to art, you can enjoy beauty without any explanation and the connection is instant.

This is one of my favourite structures in Tokyo, the National Art Center Tokyo, designed by Kisho Kurokawa (黑川 紀章). I still remember the intense joy I felt as I climbed up the stairs from the metro, walked through the glass walkway and entered through the side entrance to be greeted by this light-flooded space. This, to me, is the definition of "instant beauty" I am describing above. No explanation is needed and you feel the space with your senses.

Contextualising space

After my heart decides that I am a fan of the space, my brain then desperately wants to understand, "but why". And that is when I think, for me, the fun begins. Context is crucial for me to make sense of the space, and this means the following information:

who designed it

what school of thought influenced the design

when was this built

what was the socio-economic condition in the region/country surrounding the construction

was there any specific historical, practical, technical considerations influencing the final design

I am a complete layman when it comes to architecture with no formal training, but I am interested in the connection of things. The fact that one structure is designed a certain way can be a reference to something else, and chasing through the association is an intellectually fun trip for me to make. If I enjoy this structure designed by Tadao Ando, I need to understand Le Corbusier. If I like Mies van der Rohe, I must learn about Bauhaus. And so through all the visits, my list of to-read books becomes longer and the bricks of books are also getting bigger and heavier (why can't they make pocket books about architecture baffles me). I still have a lot to learn and I have barely scratched the surface, but the satisfying moment when you had an 'ah ha' moment connecting features you see in one structure with another building you've studied, is so worth it.

For example reading about Álvaro Siza made it much easier to perceive the spatial design of Foundation Serralves and the interior design ethos.

Well, this is it, I suppose. Thanks for reading through my random ramblings. More to come. Ciao for now.