#this was just going to be a doodle warmup but I was thinking about him again

[unordinary-diary]

Blyke in Season 3.

This is my prediction. With the way Season 2 ended, I think they’ll find Blyke months later looking something like this.

Shit happens to people in prison. Terrence was murdered in his cell, Rein was worried about being killed by other inmates, hell, Blyke’s already pretty banged up in the finale and he’s been there for 2.5 seconds. Not to mention that the Authorities seem to have no problem torturing kids *COUgh* Keon.

Perhaps it’s a bit pessimistic, but the story’s been getting a lot darker lately. I doubt Blyke’s getting out of prison without a little extra trauma at least.

Latest Chapter as of Prediction: Side Story — Triple Threat (1)

[sysig]

Shapes never felt so good (Patreon)

[erradox]

Oh how I've missed drawing this kid

[localgardenweed]

Mega awesome HRE and Chibitalia art dump cause i’m on that high rn

These doodles are on my old AU I tried to make a game with friends for a gamejam but had to drop out but still forever haunt my mind begging to be made. I'm still figuring out a lot of the plot and ideas for the story i guess and playing with ideas and concepts of the world and characters. Mainly Death and Earth personified, since they're original creations ya know, especially Death cause they're kinda the antagonist. TLDR Whole plot of the story is that HRE is dying and Death was supposed to make it comfortable for him for giving peace of mind but they were sick and tired of it and kinda punished him for being a greedy power hungry little shit.

In these doodles they're supposed to be dancing together in a ballroom, the jig is up and Death is opening up to HRE and probably giving exposition, probably talk about how they were wrong to do that to HRE, why they lashed out and asking if he wants to do something before he takes his life for good. I have a few old doodles where I designed the dress and stuff, the scene was also drafted to still be in the dream world/ HRE unknowingly thinking this is reality so this was going to be his final moment before the big reveal and Death snapping. Was also gonna be a mini game maybe where you had to do a memory game to remember the steps

These are for when HRE finally discovers everything in the game/story was all just this dream world and he never got that closer with Italy or his brother and where Death gets frustrated and just has a whole rant about their true feelings about humans and the personified countries. The scythe is so shit im sorry. The dream world throughout the game keeps getting flooded with this black goo, which in reality is just this limbo space before a soul makes it to the afterlife, as Death has a harder and harder time keeping the world together and/or just to fuck with HRE and make him paranoid

Here is a alternative version where Death takes off the disguise, probably doing the same thing as the last one but ya know just a bit different. In my note I drabble the idea that the disguises are made with the help of Earth since death ya know kinda kills shit so they can't really create stuff, in this scene I also had a idea where (kinda gorey sorry) they even pull off the skin and hair to reveal their true skeleton form to HRE.

These were just fun doodles, played around with sketching with highlighter and going over in pen which was super fun. I also just wanted to draw Chibitalia, cause idk he's silly. These were kinda just warmups and experiments cause art block has been hitting like a TRUCK.

I hope one day I can still bring this idea to game form, maybe blow the dust off RPG maker or try to get a team together again to work on it but who knows. IN ANOTHERR LIFFEEEE I WOULD BE YOUR GIIRRRRLLLLLL

[techiebrots]

Hello so I’m going to be word vomiting in your ask box due to the beloved archive being down and I have thoughts tm about B team that weee caused by your drawings + others and also because you artist need to get an ask that is just a mega laser kung pow penis beam of love for what you create and I’m here to do that

B team look so friend-shaped! The way you draw them, with softer corners but keeping lines straight and the flat muted colors that are still bright and draws the eyes’ attention/greys which are layered in such a nice way

I also see the checkered orange-yellow blanket

ham is such a soft shade of pink which is easy on the eyes but is more vibrant than Peni and Noir (Morse obvious in noir and the contrasts between noir and ham is sooo good, opposite spectrums of color)

he’s more humanoid but he’s still cartoony and the way you draw him just fits so well with B team. A wonderful balance

Him and Peni together are just great, they’re probably incredibly chatty and Ham would get Peni more since he’s more in tuned with technology unlike noir’s old man soul

Peni having a round face in the artwork of B team napping together resonates with me, she looks so comfortable napping with her dads

also the doodles of ham and her brushing their teeth (or in ham’s case his eyes), her drinking out of her #1 daughter mug, and noir ruffling her hair :D the daughter and her two dads <3

noir! Dad and friend-shaped. Your rendition of him unmasked makes him so handsome and pretty, like he reminds me of the dad from my neighbors Totoro- except more worn out lol

The drawing you did of that fanfic where B team are chilling with Hobie and Noir listens to some of his music- that has been keeping me GOING through the blackout

he’s holding his hat next to his face and is one sentence away from hiding his face while ham is one moment looking at noir’s face from having his eyes turning into hearts

Im not really a writer that can put how much I adore the drawings into words that perfectly articulate every last thought I have but I hope I did pretty well and sound vaguely comprehensivable and that tumblr didn’t say something was wrong with send- god I had to rewrite this thing once already-

HOLY FUCKING SHIT- UH THANKS! At first I thought this ask was just headcanons of team b and I was so ready to hear you out

While reading through this I got just a small idea of team b and decided to draw it out, which will be posted soon after this so thanks for the brief idea

Now here’s where I say my OWN incomprehensible ramblings so yay more text!

I have NEVER had someone inspect my art or at least told me they have so thanks! I am currently freaking the fuck out and going crazy actually, I have like five messages to my friend freaking out about this ask, and I WILL be rereading this every minute of the day

I have a lot of drawings of them all that will never see the light of day, mostly since they’re warmup drawings and I’m still figuring out how to draw them all consistently but I’m having fun. I mostly based ham off of how he looks in in comics since I love how silly he looks in them and also taking inspiration off of other artists who draw him.

Now here’s the fun part about that exact napping post you’re talking about, that post almost never got made. Like I completely abandoned the idea at first since I didn’t like the first sketch I made of it and almost discarded the idea a couple more times during the process of making it since I had a different idea in my head of what it was supposed to be. Even when i was done with it I was thinking of just not posting it since I didn’t completely like it myself, but now here we are with it being my most popular post. I like the drawing now since I pretty sure I was just staring at it for too long

AND THAT FIC DRAWING- WIZARD MAKES GREAT FICS! I keep rereading them and I will probably go back and read them AGAIN once archive is up and running, I have ideas for some of their fics to draw out but nothing concrete yet

Anyways in short i fucking appreciate this so much thanks! I am currently vomiting everywhere

[keefwho]

July 24 - 2023 Monday

10:43 PM

Today I felt very bleh, like my head was empty. Might be due to the missed sleep the past couple days so I’ll be sure to get to bed on time tonight for real. 

For breakfast I had half a totino’s pizza, a pear cup, and a couple oreos. I spent my brief free time playing Neopets games. 

The stream went okay. My warmup kinda sucked because I’m trying to figure out a way to do sketches on my sketch sheet then finish those on a new canvas while still retaining the feeling that everything is real loose. For a little bit I was just finishing them as low res thumbnails on the sketch sheet itself but the point of the sheet is to be a collection of incomplete and experimental things. Having completed drawing in it does not sit right with me but taking a sketch and moving it to a new canvas makes it feel more important than it is. The point is to make a little doodle that turned out good enough to post, not a pre-planned successful kind of drawing. Im sure I’ll figure something out. I feel there is a lot I need to improve on with my process and how exactly I color including the actual brush settings. There will be lots of experimenting in my future. Also on stream we finally got to watch more episodes of Rugrats because we watched the movie that ties seasons together this weekend in Discord. We also watching Courage and I’m thinking we will watch 1 episode of each show a day. I only did half commission time today and spent a little more time finishing an emote commission I had. 

After stream I did my workout in it’s entirety despite how physically tired I felt. I really had to push through this one but that’s kind of the point isn’t it. I meant to clean up first but I forgot so I cleaned up after my shower. In the shower I was about to ask my friend straight up if I had permission to think about them while I took care of myself but I decided to do it to something else intentionally. I’ve briefly brought this up to them before. I think it’s given that sometimes we jerk off to each other without the other knowing. However I know how she feels about being sexualized and sometimes I can’t help but wonder if she would actually appreciate me thinking about her like that on my own time sometimes. It bothers me enough that I do think it would good to ask permission beforehand or have a brief discussion about it. This might be weird of me but I’m just listening to how I feel. I respect her tremendously and want to exercise expressing that. 

For lunch I was excited to make a hearty helping of Rice a Roni with lentils, meatballs, broccoli, green beans, and onions. It turned out okay as usual but I was hoping it came out better. It was still a solid meal. I invested more time into Neopets while it cooked. I’m enjoying some of the minigames. 

I feel I did a poor job on today’s request. The whole time I was thinking about how I want to make something I can be proud of but it just wasn’t coming together. It came out okayish but I wanted to do better. Next I spent an hour working on a TOTK pic of my otter and my friend’s sona. I mostly tidied up the sketch and then completely lined it, taking extra care to do a good job so thats why it took so long. After that work was officially over but I wanted to do more so I briefly setup the new horse avatar I got so I can start turning it into my most recent horse sona. 

I spent time in my friend’s server where there was a lot of negative talk about one of my other friends about his overly sexual behavior. I felt sort of bad because it was more or less shit talking them behind their back and I was just going along with it. Usually if I talk about him with others, its coming from a place of at least mild affection. Some of this was just mean though. 

Tonight I watched my friend give me a sort of rundown of the Neopets website and some of it’s history, I liked listening to her about it. I love hearing her be passionate about anything. After that we hopped on Pony Town for a tiny bit and looked at characters people made before checking out my little house and giving each other horse kisses. I started dinner while she headed up to bed and we chatted a bit. 

Today I wasn’t proud of much. Just the usual amount of proud for doing things to the best of my ability. I did well on my workout especially, and doing that little bit of extra avatar work. 

For some reason my self perspective was very lacking today. I kinda just wasn’t there, at least not in a great capacity. Looking back there were moments that would have benefitted me being more involved in the present. Spending time with anyone is a good example because it only becomes truly meaningful if I am offering my full attention and appreciation. Tomorrow will be another day to exercise my awareness and put it to good use. 

[ranaiki]

i saw u wanted requests...

how about a little domestic fluff with some genshin men? How do u think they wake u up in the morning??

(i'm thinkin like, ayato, zhongli, tartaglia... however many of the men you're okay with doing!)

ah hello nonnie! Tysm for sending something in I really appreciate it, this'll be the perfect warmup before I work on more chapters today. I included more of the genshin men than you suggested hehe...

I didn't proof read this or anything, just whipped it out to get me warmed up <3

included characters: Childe, Thoma, Kazuha, Ayato, Kaeya, Zhongli, Albedo, Heizou.

warnings: entirely fluffy, but kinda suggestive in Kaeya's part. Not anything to warn about.

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Childe

wakes up wayyy before you do. He's up at the crack of dawn, either to go take care of business, visit a coworker, or train. Either way, it's far earlier than you'd prefer to be up.

So instead of waking you, he tucks the sheets a little closer to your sleeping figure, and presses a little kiss against your forehead.

Sometimes you stir, and wake for long enough to wrap him in a tight hug, other times you only softly sigh and cuddle further into the warmth of your bed.

By the time you do finally rise, the bed has turned cold and Childe is long gone, but it's no matter, because when you walk into your kitchen, there's always a little note on the counter with a good morning message and a doodle.

Thoma

ughhh he's the most husband material ever istg.

He doesn't wake up quite as early as Childe. At least, it's late enough to where your days start around the same time, though Thoma is always up before you, no matter what.

He makes it a mission that you don't have to be woken by an alarm, getting up on his own so he can take it upon himself to rouse you as gently as possible.

Each morning is full of gentle strokes along exposed skin, and his warm chest pressed up against yours as he pulls you close and presses a kiss into your hair.

He whispers sweet words, good mornings and I love you's, staying put until he's satisfied that you're awake, before he finally gets out of bed, and goes to the kitchen to make the both of you cups of hot tea.

Kazuha

am I in love with this man? I'm in love with this man. For those of you who don't know, Kazuha is forever and always my number one AND FOR GOOD REASON.

The pair of you travel together, so it's rare that you sleep in an actual bed. Sometimes you rest beneath trees in Liyue, or on the deck of Beidou's ship.

But it's no matter, because anywhere is comfortable when he's by your side.

And when he wakes you up in the morning?

He rouses you once the sunrise is starting to fade away, just before the rest of the world begins to stir. He likes spending that brief window of silence with you.

Each morning you're woken by a soft kiss against your lips, and his hand tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

He's so soft, smiling down at you with the sun framing his face, grilled fish ready for breakfast and piping hot at your side.

And you two sit together, slowly adjusting to morning, as you eat and watch the surrounding nature, nestled into each other's sides.

Ayato

hehe I love him, but it's kinda funny to think about what it would really be like, considering his status and all.

He'd wake up early, and wake you with him. It's terribly lonely, leaving the bed with you still asleep, so he presses his nose into the crook of your neck and holds you tight, waking you up in the process.

You don't mind, of course. Being woken like that is quite pleasant, not to mention you enjoy seeing Ayato before he goes to work.

He's clingy in the mornings, holding on tight as a servant of the Kamisato household brings in breakfast for the two of you to share.

And you'll indulge in the meal, getting ready for the day with him glued to your side the whole time. You think its cute, the way the elegant Kamisato Ayato holds onto you and blows you kisses even as he disappears around the doorframe.

Kaeya

he has a little more... energy in the mornings than the other genshin men do.

As soon as he wakes, he'll roll over in bed to find you, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you in close. He loves feeling your warmth, and being wrapped up in your smell first thing in the morning.

That alone is enough to stir you from your slumber, but you're still drifting in and out even as he nudges his nose along the column of your neck, breath tickling the sensitive skin.

You feel it as he pulls himself impossibly closer, hands straying from their spots on your hips.

And you're fully awake by the time you feel him prying your legs apart, sultry words filtering through your head.

A bit too much to process in the morning but oh so good.

Zhongli

a sweetheart in the morning.

Much like Thoma, he wakes you with a cup of tea.

Only he's been up for a long while before you, and he only returns to your bedroom to gently rub his hand along your back, and pass the steaming cup into your hands.

It's a little morning routine you share.

Zhongli sits on the edge of the bed, talking with you as you slowly wake. Most of the time, you barely respond, but he doesn't mind.

Getting to see your pretty face, and the way you smile so softly at him, is more than enough of a treat.

Albedo

as much as I love him, I don't think he'd be the best at the classic good morning wake ups.

You'd wake up to the bed already empty and cold, the sheets on his side ruffled from use.

Who knows how long he has been gone.

So you get up and get ready on your own, making breakfast that you pack into a little bag, and then you set off for his lab.

It's not too far of a walk from your residence. You and Albedo moved to Dragonspine (much to your dismay at the time, but you've grown to love it) so he could better access his research and still see you.

And he's there, every morning, hunched over his tables and papers, muttering to himself or concentrating so hard on mixing ingredients that he hardly notices you come in.

But when he finally does, you see the way his eyes light up, and he stops what he's doing to greet you with a hug, pulling you in close and saying his good mornings.

You share your breakfast together, talking, or sitting in a comfortable silence.

It's a little different than what most are used to, but its inherently him, and for that, you love it with all your heart.

Heizou

a clingy baby.

He doesn't even have to pull you in when he wakes up, because the pair of you are already tangled together.

Heizou does not let go of you when you're cuddling at night.

He wakes you by hugging you impossibly tighter, and you welcome him into your arms.

You spend at least an hour cuddling with him in the mornings. If you try to move, he whines and complains at you.

Eventually, you have to remind him that he must get up so he can go to the agency, that its getting close to his clock-in. He still complains each time, so you pry yourself away from his grasp, and drag him along with you to get ready.

Like I said, clingy.

You often have to help him put on his clothes, because if you don't, he'd probably not get ready for work and stay in bed with you all day.

By the time you finally get him going out the door, he's blowing a thousand kisses goodbye, promising he'll see you soon, and whining about how he'll miss you.

It's endearing, honestly.

Your clingy detective bf <3

[paging-possum]

Warmup emas feat. Things i have said to my friends

[a page of digital doodles of Ema Skye, a teen girl in a lab coat, and Phoenix Wright, a man in a suit. Going from the upper left corner: phoenix looks at ema, concerned, asking “are you okay?” While Ema goes “hrng science.” Next is Ema reading a book titled “calvin cycle” with her glasses on saying, “bro who the fuck is calvin.” Next is Ema sadly saying “i need to sleep but i wanna read about mast cells.” Next, phoenix jokingly says “i think if i died around ema, she’d dissect and study my body for fun and science.” While ema, next to him, says “i would.” Next, Ema says “sometimes when im sad, i read scientific journals to feel better.” Next is a doodle of ema just staring, and below it, Ema excitedly yells “*gasp*! They have a book about human cadavers AND pharmaceutical poisons!” While phoenix looks confused behind her.]

[starcrossedkaiju]

Kingslayer AU: Chapter One

Finally! I’m sorry this took so long, I’m a nervous wreck.

Notes: this was originally a warmup for character interactions/setting. It is very dialogue heavy.

\\ Warnings: alcohol //

A single tumbleweed was all that crossed Scott’s path when he arrived in the Red Desert. It was rather comical, he stood and watched it roll away until he couldn’t see it through the sheets of sand blowing over the ground.

In the distance, the only mountain located in the desert biome loomed over the horizon. Imposingly backlit by the red, swirling, tendrils of the world border. Most residents kept away from the thing, as it was meant to give off an unsettling aura. Although Scott never minded it. The wall of his room was almost right up against it after all.

On top of the mountain was a barely visible “castle”, which looked as if it was built by someone wearing a blindfold. The inhabitants of the castle, and the aptly named “Monopoly Mountain” could be accurately described as menaces.

Clumsy when it came to forward thinking, and leaving hidden traps around so frequently that traveling through any wooded area required either a very long stick, or someone willing to take the business end of a TNT trap for the team.

They also happened to be Scott’s nearest allies. It hadn’t always been pleasant between them, but circumstance led to circumstance, and now Scott was making his semi-weekly visit to Monopoly Mountain to shoot the breeze.

Typically the only person at the base would be Grian. Scar liked to make himself elusive by causing problems elsewhere and returning late into the evening with a story to tell over dinner.

The base of the mountain was void of a bubble-elevator. To reach the top one must climb an absurd amount of stairs. Scott huffed and resigned himself to the task in front of him.

As his perspective grew higher and higher the rest of the map revealed itself. The roof of Joel’s house peeked over a swathe of trees, and the tall barricades of Dogwarts stood out as a stark silhouette against the sky. Scott took a few minutes to regain his purchase, shielding his eyes from the whipping wind.

The season was gradually descending into winter. Made obvious by the deciduous trees’ leaves choking out the last of their green pigment for fiery shades of red and orange. The weather was far less pleasant to endure. Everywhere outside of the Red Desert had to deal with bitterly cold conditions, although there hadn’t been snow yet, the sky churned with a constant overcast. Threatening to storm at the drop of a coin.

Scott rubbed his arms to fight off the oncoming chill and continued his ascent, hoping someone had installed a fireplace since the last time he visited.

Finally he rounded the last of the stairs and gazed up at the tall, thin roof of the Sand Castle. The Red Desert flag strung on the tallest rooftop flapped around in the wind. Pizza, the pet lama, grunted in Scott’s direction when he approached the front door. He hesitantly reached out to pet her (she bit him once and he’d never fully gotten over it) from over the fence of her pen, and she let him rub her fluffy bangs.

Scott knocked on the door three times and gave Pizza one last pat, anticipating someone to open the door. It would be a shame if he’d hiked all the way out only for nobody to be home.

Thankfully, the door swung open with a welcoming screech of it’s hinges.

“Hey dude,” Grian welcomed him from the front steps.

“Hey,” Scott greeted in return, “may I come in?” he asked.

“Of course! It’s freezing out here,” Grian replied and stepped away from the door, which slammed with a squeak behind the two of them.

Scott closed his eyes and waved to the resident enderman, who greeted him with a friendly, distorted “hello”. A furnace was running to warm the living room.

Scott took his coat and hat off. He draped them over the arm of the couch before swatting a layer of sand from the cushion and sitting down, observing the scene in front of him. There was always something going on in there.

This time, a myriad of blueprints were strewn across the floor. Each of them depicting heavily annotated structures and what looked like plans for redstone. Grian had planted himself on the floor with a pencil, and was furiously erasing a line of text.

“What’s that?” Scott pointed over his shoulder.

“These,” Grian held one of the outlines up to the other’s face, “are the blueprints for our secret bunker,” he explained.

“You hear that? Secret Bunker, so don’t go telling anyone about it m’kay?” He tapped the paper with the end of his pencil.

“Okay, fair enough. Is that redstone?” Scott slid another sheet of paper towards them with his shoe.

“Yup. I’m gonna equip it with a lava trap,” Grian said proudly.

“And this one will work?” Scott teased.

“Hilarious,” Grian pushed the other’s shoulder, “yes it will work, it’s going to be my best yet,” he assured.

“Oh good! That’s not a very high standard to meet then,” Scott congratulated.

“Blah, blah, blah,” Grian mocked back, “you better be careful what you say with twenty five reputation points,” he said.

Scott threw his hands up in surrender, still laughing at how the other man’s ears turned red.

The house fell into a comfortable silence after that. The sound of scribbling and wind served as a calming ambience. Scott intermittently shared a few words with the enderman, who seemed to understand more of what Scott said to him than the other way around.

“Hey, Grian?” Scott turned over on the couch to face his friend.

“Yeah?” The other said without looking away from his work.

“Do you think you would have still been friends with Scar if he hadn’t died from that creeper?” Scott asked.

There was a pregnant pause, then Grian said, “I don’t know. I never thought about it,” he doodled absently on the margin of his paper.

“Hm,” Scott replied halfheartedly. He mainly asked because whenever he visited Grian was alone. If they were even home at all. Other than that him and Scar were always attached at the hip.

“Why?” Grian asked in return.

“I don’t know, forget it,” Scott waved him off. Not wanting to get into it.

“When’s he gonna be back?” he asked instead.

Grian sat up and stretched his back, “uh, I don’t know actually. He said he went to gather resources but you can never really count on him doing what he says he will,” he explained.

“You didn’t go with him?” Scott asked.

“I don’t want to babysit him anymore. If he gets in trouble that’s not my problem,” Grian said. He stood up and wandered over the the kitchen, carefully avoiding the blueprints on the floor.

“Ha! I would drink to that one, Jimmy is the same way sometimes,” Scott replied and watched as Grian contemplated the contents of their cooler, reaching in and pulling out a bottle of red wine.

“Well then, let’s drink to it,” he held the bottle up with a grin.

“Where did you get that?” Scott vacated the couch and made his way over to his friend, taking the bottle and studying it, “I haven’t seen the fruit of the vine in years!” he recalled.

The bottle had clearly been tapped into before, although not much was absent from its contents.

“I have my ways,” Grian rummaged around in a cabinet and pulled out two glasses.

“I would say it’s too early for this, but for once, it’s five o’clock somewhere,” Scott uncorked the bottle with a satisfying pop and poured each glass a third of the way.

Grian cleared his throat, “To the safety of our stupid partners,” he raised his glass.

Scott nodded in return and connected their drinks with a polite clink, then they drank to the sentiment.

The conversation traveled to the dining table, which was more of a booth. Talking points ranged from preparing for winter to future plans to expand their bases.

“I’m not going to get anything done with the weather coming on,” Scott complained over his drink, “I don’t handle the cold very well,” he downed the last of it.

“Well you can always move in with us for the season, the attic is vacant,” Grian offered.

“Never in a million years. I’d rather be sick at home than spend a week living with barbarians,” Scott refused the offer.

Grian rolled his eyes, “it is not that bad,” he defended himself.

Scott raised an eyebrow and shoved his hand in between the cushions of the booth. Pulling up a handful of sand, which he deposited on the table.

“We live in a desert! What do you want us to do about it, of course there’s some sand in here,” Grian threw his hands up.

“Some?” Scott repeated.

“Okay,” Grian glanced under the table and shuffled his foot around, which scraped across a layer of sand, “a lot of sand,” he corrected himself.

“Get a vacuum. For the hundredth time, get a vacuum,” Scott demanded.

“We have a broom that works perfectly fine,” Grian stood up and opened a linen closet to reveal a single broom leaned up against the wall.

Scott didn’t comment on it, but he had a feeling that broom never left the closet.

The conversation was effectively halted when the front door screeched open, letting in a gust of wind and sand. It blew a few papers off the floor and scattered them around the living area.

“Hey,” Grian called out, “Scar? You back?” he asked.

“Yeah,” came from the front of the Sand Castle.

“Okay! We have company by the way,” Grian prefaced.

Scar’s head poked around the doorframe, he waved at Scott who returned the gesture.

“What have you guys been up to?” He inquired at the sight of the wine on the counter.

“Just hanging out. It gets a bit lonely up here you know,” Grian closed the linen closet and took Scar’s backpack from him. He opened it and looked at the contents.

“Oh, you actually did what you went out to do,” Grian revealed a bundle of wood from the bag.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Scar crossed his arms.

“Never mind, go wash up. I assume you’re hungry,” Grian opened a pantry and took some spices out, “are you staying for dinner Scott?” he asked.

Scott leaned out of the booth to check the time on the clock above the door, “mmm, yeah why not. I’m already here,” he decided.

“Let me just page Jimmy and tell him I’m gonna be home late,” Scott patted all his pockets but found no sign of his communication device.

“Hey Grian? Can I use your pager?” he requested.

Grian fished around in his back pockets and pulled out his pager, tossing it towards the other who caught it with both hands. Scott thanked him and flipped the screen up, selected the address he needed to contact, and typed out a short message. Making sure to say it was from him and not Grian before sending it to Jimmy.

“What’re we making?” Scott asked once he finished, intent on trying to help in the kitchen.

“Well, it’s Spaghetti Friday,” Grian declared and revealed a bag of Rigatoni pasta.

“That’s a thing?” Scott inquired, taking the bag and examining the packaging. It was pretty simple, mostly cardboard with a plastic window. Presumably from the village on the other side of the map.

“We’ve gotta have some fun around here, come on now Scott,” Grian said.

“You’re right, how can I help?” Scott said. Grian side eyed him.

“You can add the salt when I say you can add the salt,” he offered. Scott crossed his arms.

He wasn’t that bad at cooking. He’d only burned a few things, smoked the house out for three days once, and set scrambled eggs on fire.

“That one time was just a rookie mistake,” Scott retorted. It’s not like he did it on purpose.

“A rookie mistake that almost burned your flower forest down. I wouldn’t let you near the kitchen if I was Jimmy either,” Grian set a pot down on the stove.

Scar came back in the kitchen then, and was pulled into it almost immediately.

“A man can’t even sit down in his own house without his culinary skills being put up for debate?”

Grian laughed at him, sliding the pot under the water pump.

“That’s not an answer at all! Can you or can’t you?” Scott demanded to know, holding a salt shaker.

“I can cook,” Scar’s gaze wandered into thought, he started counting on his fingers, “pasta, assorted vegetables, mac and cheese, cornbread, mashed potatoes, and I can bake a half decent carrot cake,” he recited.

“I worked in a supermarket before the borders. We made some of our own stuff for the bakery and the buffet,” Scar said. It was the first mention he made of what he did back when things were normal. At least to Scott.

Scott was pleasantly surprised. He nodded, seeing as he’d been given a satisfying answer.

The spaghetti went off without a hitch, Grian was surprisingly good at making it. Scott had the sense that he’d done it many times before.

“Remember, you can put the salt in but you can’t take it out. Here taste the sauce and tell me if it’s alright,” Grian fished a spoon from a drawer and handed it to Scott.

“Hmm,” the other pondered after trying a spoonful, “maybe a bit more salt?” he suggested.

A window was propped open to let the steam and heat out. It was getting dark now, and the world border stood out against the purple hues of night falling over the server. The brightest stars made themselves known to the east as the sun set to the west. It was peaceful, the wind had died down. Scott wondered if anyone else was watching.

Personally, he enjoyed stargazing a lot more. His servermates knew next to nothing about the cosmos, which made him wonder who was teaching them about the greater universe. Clearly they’d never been out there.

“Yo,” Scar called him out of his trance. He handed the other a ceramic bowl.

“Thank you,” Scott said and waited to serve himself.

The spaghetti was pretty good. Decent meals were hard to come by, especially with the limited resources outside of villages.

Over the course of dinner, Scar explained his excursion of the day. He had been gathering wood to stockpile for the winter months (no wood in the desert, better to have a source available and not have to hike out and get more constantly) when he came upon Etho’s base.

“It’s entirely made of wool,” he recounted.

Grian raised an eyebrow in confusion, “All of it? Why?” he mused.

“Dunno. There was nobody around,” Scar replied.

“You didn’t steal from them did you?” Scott interjected.

“Not this time,” he said, which earned him a jab in the ribs from Grian.

The three laughed it off and switched the subject to current server affairs. Who had the best gear, everyone’s respective allies, the phantom problem, and the pros and cons of a vacuum.

“Well, I would say this is a fine work of spaghetti,” Scar complimented when he was finished.

“Indeed, couldn’t have done it without Scott. The best salt dispenser among us,” Grian agreed.

Scott tried to look offended but couldn’t repress a smile. He stood up, about to take his bowl to the sink; but Scar insisted that he was the guest, so he handed over his dish and sat back down. Preparing his “i’m out of here” pleasantries.

He settled on, “Well, I’m out of here,” after a few more minutes of banter.

“Okay! Thanks for keeping me company dude,” Grian gave Scott a hug as thanks.

“My pleasure,” Scott replied.

Scar offered to accompany Scott back to the Hobbit territory, but he refused.

“No need Scar, you’ve been out all day. I’ll be fine,” he assured as he adjusted his hat and jacket for the chilly walk home.

“Alright then, let me walk you out,” Scar proposed instead.

Final waves and good wishes were exchanged and Scott started back down all those stairs. It was quiet, save for the gentle buzz of the world border which sat right against the Red Desert.

Lost in thought for most of the journey, Scott traveled into the dark canopy of leaves. There weren’t many mobs out due to the moon being in its Waning Crescent phase. Scott rubbed his hands together and shoved them in his pockets, wishing he’d brought his mittens.

As he crossed over a clearing, an arrow whizzed over his shoulder. Scott ducked down in surprise, turning around and expecting to see a skeleton, but there was nothing there except a dreadfully dark bank of trees and a vacant plot of land.

Scott squinted into the darkness.

Then the handle of a weapon was brought down on the side of his face, and all the lights went out.

[with-the-same-tattoos]

Do you have any all american massacre head canons?

Ohhhh not sure let's see !!! :0 first of all, I will just eternally be mad about not getting to see aam, it seems like such a perfect end to the tcm 1-2, it its missing its trilogy ending, an ending of madness..... aCH. Yeah. I'm a little unsure what to classify as aam headcanons, instead of general tcm hcs? I guess the younger todd bates choptop headcanons, buckethead leatherface, maybe nubbins, so, teen to early 20s sawyer brothers hcs + Choptop in prison after tcm2 hcs? I'm gonna share a few of borh :) this wnded up not rly being HEADCANONS, just more of a vibe check & thoughts on his thoughts / mentalities. Witj a few doodles bc i needed warmup material :)

Thoughts about young Chop Top, Bobby

I was talking abt this w Jiangshi but he seems wayyy more feral. Like, absolutely just shaking with rage, to be honest. To me specifically I kinda imagine him having been a bit more clear headed in those days, with sharper feelings, and desperately, starkly bitter, from having frown up like he did. I'm sure this is not what they were going for, but I get the energy of a "spiteful angry nihilist who is so hurt".

I've mentioned that my ver of the Sawyer parents died when Drayton was in his teens, BUT. My brain has kinda come around to that changing? I kinda like the idea that one of them, sure, died, but one of them got jailed for like, smrh rly stupid & simple? No finding out about the cannibalism and murder.

I essentially see the Sawyer brothers feeling vewy abandoned, loosing structure, fighting among eachother etc.

I also mentioned that I kinda saw it as such: drayton was mommas boy, nubbins followed papa sawyer around, bubba was raised by drayton more or less, and chop top was kinda the kid to always run off and try to hang out w other people. And i think he had this weird envy of a regular life but just couldn't act regular and felt pushed away by what he loved.

Bobby boy was just chaos. Just feels like he was being mean for the sake of being mean, or just getting out his frusturations. Dunno. Todd Bates just looks weirdly sad sometimes to me???? Rip

Also, he looks weirdly a lil healthier. Still gangly, but he has a more rounded face, a bit more weight, n he just looks better fed. I don't really have a point to this xept i wanna just hold his face tenderly :)

Chop Top in prison

I don't have Many thoughts. Other than that I love him free the rat please.

Also I literally could not tell that he was supposed to be older. Bruh???? Moseley damb.....n....

Bitterness comes around. I see him as having chilled out Kinda by the events of tcm2, feeling more accepting of his family, feeling more OK w things being strange, but like. After society pushing him away first, them locking him up in a box so his isolation is completely controlled. I feel would kinda make u angy again.

Im talking like he has a right 2 be angry I don't mean to, hes an asshole but im talking bout his emotions n such....

Yeah. He just has violence in his heart and feels constantly hurt by nobody helping him / being able to help him. This is barely hcs im just rambling at this point im a Little sleepy.

Also, absolutely gets that rly weird criminal fangirl mail. Yk.

[meowthiroth]

Tell us about Spike

Spike initially started out as sort of a character concept I came up with for Baldi’s Basics because I felt like the blue lockers were a little too situational/underutilized when I watched others play the game. Basically the idea was he’d pick a random locker to hide in, and then jump out & attack whoever walks past his hiding spot & immobilize them for a brief period of time before running off to find a new locker. It would sort of make the player need to pay more attention around blue lockers because there’s a chance they might be a hazard. here’s a sort of mock-up I made of what it might look like from the player’s POV when he jumps them—

the catch is, yeah, he’s a nuisance, but he can also be used by the player to trap & escape from other characters if they figure out what locker he’s in & plan accordingly (there would be sound/subtitle clues to help out with this). there are several ways you can get past him without making him jump out (chalk eraser in front of his locker, using the grappling hook to pass by, being pushed past him by another character), and if you manage to get him in between you and another character who’s chasing after you, he’ll attack them instead and give you a pretty decent head start. Additionally, any characters who were chasing you when they got jumped (excluding Baldi) would forget they were after you and just resume wandering around the halls like normal.

And if you just plain don’t want to deal with him/don’t want him in a specific locker, you can always NoSquee it to prevent him from going inside (this is so he won’t use up your 3 NoSquee uses on a locker while you’re elsewhere in the school) or just try to go inside the locker he’s currently in, which forces him out & makes him pick a new one.

he’s not an official BB character obvs (if anything he’s kinda turned into my warmup doodle character/animation test dummy at this point because his design is so simple & fun to doodle) but like, ngl if mystman likes him enough to add him I definitely wouldn’t be against it. The fanbase seemed pretty fond of him, and I put a lot of thought into his design & how he’d work mechanically so I’m sure he’d fit right in!

(i also just think it’d be funny to see him running around terrorizing everyone else in the school lmfao)

[sweet-curried-powder]

i said i was going to do it, so i did it. i wrote something for sk8. specifically kyagawa. or haseyan. whatever their ship is. 

this is shorter than i’d like it to be, really, but it’s my first time writing fic for a fandom outside of undertale/ibvs, so this is sort of a warmup, kinda, to see how i want to write these boys cause my god, i love these boys.

i don’t think there’s any warnings for this, really? there are spoilers for the sk8 in here, so yea. a heads up.

the fic’s under the cut!

@jitters-box i’m tagging you cause i told you i was writing sk8 fic and i know you want this shit

When they first announced that their class was getting a new transfer student, Reki didn’t really pay too much attention. In fact, he wasn’t really even paying attention that day, he was busy doodling an idea for a new skateboard design in his sketchbook. He got lectured by his teacher that day for not paying attention not too long after, even though nothing was actually being taught.

But it didn’t matter to Reki, at least not then. He soon forgot about the exchange student who was supposed to come soon. At least, for a little while. 

Then came the race against him and SHADOW. He didn’t just end up losing, he ended up slamming right into a wall at full force. Reiki’s arm was hurt in the process, but luckily it wasn’t broken, but it did need to be bandaged. Too bad there wasn’t a bandage for the lithe boy’s pride.

The next day, the exchange student arrived.

His name was Langa Hasegawa.

He was from Canada, but spoke Japanese. 

He had blue, snow like hair, which fell past his ears.

His eyes were blue too.

And he was pretty. Really, really pretty. Reki even heard a few of the female students talking about how cute Langa was. He had to be honest, Langa was fairly attractive, but he seemed so...spacey. Like he was zoning out. So he didn’t really pay much mind.

But later, after school, Reki was just messing around with his skateboard in front of his work, when he accidentally dropped the board and it went zooming away.

Reki was cursing under his breath as he ran after his board, which was quickly gaining speed. The road was sort of slanted downwards, which wasn’t good for Reki at this moment in time. It seemed like nothing was going right for him this week.

At least, until he spotted Langa picking up his skateboard, staring at it with some sort of fascination in his eyes.

Little did either of them know, was that very first interaction was the beginning. The beginning of a beautiful friendship that soon rooted and took bloom. 

A lot of times when they spent time with each other, from the very beginning, skating was a main interest shared between the two of them. They talked about skating tricks, famous skateboarders, and potential board designs. They would practice tricks after school, sometimes in places where they weren’t allowed to skate, which led into occasionally being chased by police officers. Langa would spend the night at Reki’s or vice versa, and they’d be up late watching skating videos or skating movies, huddled up under a blanket.

Reki cared deeply for his friend. He trusted Langa with all his life, and he believed in him deeply. And how could he not? His Canadian friend had been there during the beef between him and Adam, saved him from the weird monsters that had chased them down when they visited the beach… 

He didn’t even realize that his feelings for Langa had changed...at least, not until recently.

It was a few weeks after their beach trip. Reki’s injuries had fully healed, but even despite Cherry and Miya’s warnings to be careful, he attempted to practice the jump that Joe had done back at the beach. He didn’t do so well, and he crashed onto the ground hard. He wasn’t seriously hurt, luckily, but he was scraped up and mildly bruised. It was nothing for Reki, he’d gotten banged up like this before, but Langa panicked and ran over to help him up, dragging him to Cherry’s calligraphy shop, where he knew there was a first aid kit.

“Langa, I’m fine, really,” Reki tried to reassure his friend, who was splashing some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball. “It’s only a few scrapes, I’ve had worse-” Reki flinched, feeling the sting of the rubbing alcohol on his open wound.

“Sorry,” Langa apologized. “But you should have been more careful. Your injuries just fully healed, you need to take it slow.” He tended to his friend’s wounds gently, as if he were handling something frail and delicate. “I don’t want you getting hurt again.”

Then Reki felt something. Something that he couldn’t describe, but part of him knew what it was. Love.

And it was for his friend. 

...fuck.

[happikattwuzheere]

the one where gansey befriends a deer: the au

hey remember that time ronan dreamed up a deer that was described with language suspiciously similar to how adam’s described, because i sure do!!! anyway

OK.

ok. so. this au’s actually evolved a lot since its initial already-pretty-fleshed-out inception one sleepless night, so me talking about it’s gonna be more than one post, but here’s the first one well actually the second technically yesterday’s warmup doodles were also from this au but i didnt talk about it at all so

and I’m gonna start with more or less the same pitch I gave to a couple people on discord

SO. starting out: it’s standard fantasy times, vaguely medieval but no specific time period because I don’t care enough to be digging into that quite frankly, but it is somewhere in England where this is happening. Story starts with just Gansey, Ronan, and Noah. Fey are very real and known entities and there’s been a conflict in England between the fey and humans, if not in the whole country then at least in the lands that the Ganseys are the lords of but probably the whole island tbh, and Gansey’s not inherited the lands yet but he’s going to and wants to maybe find a peaceful resolution to the conflict. It’s not open warfare by any means but it’s been a big problem. 

To the effect of solving that, he heads to some little village that I haven’t named but it’s right next to a known fey forest called Cabeswater. This village has avoided being stomped by the local fey because, despite witches not being particularly liked by the nobility of the time, there’s a big old coven (the psychics of Fox Way, essentially) situated right by this village that’s kept things in check. Gansey’s made his excuses to his parents about why he’s officially going there but really he wants to talk to the witches and get a better grasp of the conflict from the people actually dealing with it.  He and Ronan set out from home together, pick up Noah along the way--who is not a ghost in this AU, he’s a fey who owes Gansey a life debt, that’s a whole other post and THIS post is mostly about gansey and adam--but anyway they get to this village and NOBODY gives gansey the time of day. 

the witches don’t let him into their house because they don’t like the nobility right back thanks and the next time he tries to visit Cabeswater won’t even let him get to the coven’s dwelling, the one witch’s daughter who regularly stops by the village for supplies and to check if anyone needs anything has a big argument with him the first time he talks to her so that’s going nowhere, and, well, the villagers are polite, but they clearly don’t take him seriously. He’s just the lordling playing at things and potentially meddling in their business to them.

So he starts hanging out just barely within Cabeswater, even though he knows that’s not wise, because he finds this perfect spot by a stream, and he’ll sit out there and think and work on the journal he keeps of all his thoughts and plans, and one day while he’s there has a straight up Disney princess experience when a deer stops by the stream and seems incredibly unafraid of him. he cherishes the experience but accepts that it probably won’t happen again.

and then it does. several times. gansey’s losing his mind. this deer??? apparently likes listening to him info dump?? it’s very therapeutic and also very magical and he’s amazed 

a few times in, he names the deer “Pryderi” after a character from a welsh legend, because “such a handsome creature deserves a princely name,” [[muffled blue laughing and whispering “princely” in the distance]], and he tells ronan and noah about this experience but ronan doesn’t believe him at ALL. 

one time after gansey’s particularly upset at how bad his attempts at getting along with the villagers, Pryderi actually lets Gansey touch him for the first time and gansey cannot shut up about it to ronan who’s finally like “i think you’re bullshitting me about this deer thing. im coming with you next time” and gansey’s like “well he’s a deer he might not show up if a stranger’s around and he doesn’t come every time i go down there anyway” and ronan’s like “this sounds like a lot of excuses, dick, you’re not making me believe you any more with this” and gansey’s like “>8\” 

but pryderi does show up, and gansey is delighted, and ronan stares really hard at him and then goes 

and gansey’s like what? nooo. but ronan keeps arguing it for the duration of the visit and the deer actually starts to look annoyed and at the end ganseys like ok maybe but i doubt it. and then hes like “well since you are a fey apparently (/sarcasm) i ought to say farewell with respect” and bows very mockingly and then the deer makes direct eye contact with ronan and bows back and gansey loses his shit

gansey continues meeting up with pryderi but even while his infodumping still happens it does so now with the knowledge that He Does Actually Understand What Im Saying, he may be a fey but he seems like a friendly one and hey that’s way more than gansey thought he would get out here, and also this deer is his friend now thanks, 

he, ronan, and noah (who’s amused by Pryderi but keeps his main thoughts to himself for now) make some excursions into cabeswater, but the thing is noah’s not really native to england, he’s from the european mainland, again i’ll get to it in another post sometime, but. he can sort of help navigate cabeswater but not all THAT well so they get lost a couple times, and every time it does happen pryderi shows up and helps guide them out. there’s some very funny moments of a very jealous ronan getting into weird conflict w/ a very smug deer 

anyWAY one day there’s like a festival, everyone’s drunk because its the middle ages and there’s not really a drinking age, gansey’s making another effort to make friends with anyone, and this one guy about his own age is like “ok look here i’ll teach you the folk dance everyone’s doing ok?” and gansey spends the night dancing w/ a handsome stranger, yes he will recognize the irony in the morning, but for now it goes. well badly because they’re both drunk but it’s fun, and then the guy says “ah, fuck it, i’ll finish teaching you next time we see each other” and gansey’s like “thats a little forward but ok!” and the guy (adam. its adam) panics and leaves while gansey’s back is turned and gansey doesn’t remember that last snippet of conversation the next day nor can he quite recall the stranger’s face. ronan does, because he was watching and not sure which of the two he was jealous of, but neither of them has any idea who the guy actually was. 

and then like, 3 days later, gansey falls asleep at the spot he usually hangs out in in cabeswater and wakes up in the early evening just in time to hear people yelling and for Pryderi to burst into view with an arrow in his flank. he collapses in a bush. gansey snaps into “protect friend” mode and gets the hunters off his trail by being all “oh a strange buck? i saw it pass that way over there friend!” and then when they’re gone he comes back and is all “alright pryderi they’re gone, let me just--” except pryderi’s not a deer anymore. it’s a boy. 

(Adam. its adam. the deer is adam.) 

gansey takes him home, gets the arrow out, noah’s like “i mean he’s not a fey, i dont know what turning into a deer is about but if he were fey the iron in that arrow would already have him dead. he might be partially fey but so little that he’s human in the ways that really matter”, over the next couple days they figure out that pryderi is in fact from the village and is a young man named adam parrish who’s been labelled a changeling and is assumed dead since he was yknow shot, gansey decides for now its probably best to keep him that way, but adam’s not getting better--apparently even having had the arrow in him as briefly as he did has poisoned him, he’s desperately ill and on the third day is finally like “get persephone” so gansey tries again (he’s tried several times over these days, they’d worked out that to have survived this long he must have someone else with a small degree of fey blood teaching him the ropes and the most likely suspects are the witches, but he’s hoping adam specifically asking him to will grant him permission enough to go in) and runs into a very frantic blue en route who as soon as he makes it clear he’s got adam is like “move your ass over on that horse im climbing on too” 

they get persephone, who turns into a fox rather than a deer, she saves adam, everythings cool except adam’s pissy now because he cant go back to the village and he has to give up on the attempts he had in the works to get out of town by working his way out and he takes it out on gansey who doesnt deserve it because this friendship is a mess, he’ll feel bad and take it back eventually but thats yet more posts ANYWAY YEAH theres our starting point 

(also worth noting: due to cabeswater being Right There,  p much everyone in this village actually has a small degree of fey blood, adam just won the genetic lottery) 

tl;dr adam’s a fey-blooded witch’s apprentice and he’s been the deer the whole time and thats the start of this au ty for coming to this ramble 

[shuuenmei]

Warmup doodle and I miss Riku after so long since I last talked about her. (With a little change to Riku’s hair)

For the OC on the left... here’s a little story:

When I first made Riku, there were two versions of her that I had in mind.

The finalized Riku is Midoriya Riku.

The second version is where Riku is a Todoroki instead of Izuku’s little sister and her story would bring the biggest Canon Divergence ever with two words: Todoroki Touya.

Also known as Dabi (Yes I’ve somewhat caught up to the latest of Boku no Hero Academia)

Some differences with the finalized Riku (Their shared similarities is that they’re little sisters and born with a weak and sickly constitution), and her backstory being (Put under the cut due to being potentially long. You have been warned):

She was nearly 2 years younger than Shouto and was conceived as a back-up by Endeavor. That failed since she was born with a weakly constitution. Endeavor fixated on Shouto instead when he learned of this and gets even more so when Shouto finally got the perfect mix of his and his wife’s quirk.

Riku isn’t her birth name, her real name is Shuuna (Kanji: 秋菜).

Endeavor, despite neglecting her, at the least provides for most of the medical care she needed, her siblings dote on her and play with her as much as she could, and to Shouto, she’s the reason for his motivation because he wants to protect his little sister. Rei feels sad for her due to her condition but seeing the rest of her children dote on the littlest Todoroki gave her a sense of reprieve.

She was walking around the house at 3, looking for her mother when she witnessed the incident that fatally hurt Touya, before it could take a turn for worse, she almost instinctively motioned her hand and a flow of water dropped on him. Todoroki Shuuna awakened her quirk at age 3.

However, due to her being sickly, she is in near critical condition as she activated said quirk, and despite the event saving Touya from the worst of his burns, he still needs to get treated for the burns at the hospital.

Touya woke up in the hospital remembering the painful sensation of the burns all over him before he recalled how for a good moment, his body turned cool, almost like water was thrown his away. Then he took a good look beside him and see the littlest Todoroki, asleep and feverish. He connected the dots quickly. Shuuna nearly died trying to save him and that she had a water manipulation quirk.

Now Touya considered leaving the household because of the event with his father... but seeing Shuuna made his heart ache. If he left, what would happen to his youngest little sister? She’s already in such a fragile health as is, born weak, he doesn’t want Shuuna to get exposed to what he and the rest of her older siblings faced under their father’s hand.

So Touya, once he recovered and was sure that his little sister is health is stable, he brought a sleeping Shuuna with him and ran away from the Todoroki household. A part of him feels bad for Natsuo, Fuyumi and maybe Shouto, but he decided that the littlest Todoroki is his priority now.

By a stroke chance of luck, Touya wound up in Naruhata and after a few weeks drifting about the city with the money he managed to snatch from the house before running away, Touya got the help from an old bookstore manager who took the two in and with the old woman’s help, forged a new identity so on the event that Endeavor DOES come looking for him and Shuuna, he couldn’t bring them back to that hell house. Touya then opted to use permanent hair dye so his and Shuuna’s hair look less like their parents and so no one would recognize them.

Shuuna had since grown up with her new name, Hizumi Riku and her brother, Hizumi Shuuya. Due to her sickly health, she was homeschooled, taught by Granny who ran the bookstore. She was ten, old enough to understand when her brother answered why they didn’t have a mom and dad and why she vaguely remembered there being more than just the two of them. But only small bits of it.

As far as she is concerned, after getting her answers, Touya is both her brother and father figure, she doesn’t need to know about her father. She does want to know more about the siblings she couldn’t get to fully remember and about their mother but otherwise, don’t bother to dwell in What-if’s. Her brother couldn’t help everyone and they’re only normal people in the end. Since then though, Touya starts calling her by her real name again, but only in private. She’s grown up with most of the visible and recall-able memories involving her new name, so she finds the name a little strange yet nostalgic to hear.

Touya still takes the alias “Dabi”, but as a Vigilante. He got involved in the chain of events in the Vigilante Spin-off and took that alias. Riku and the granny is kept in the dark about his vigilantism.

Meanwhile, with the Todoroki family... Touya didn’t escape as smoothly as he thought. Shouto, at night, witnessed Touya bringing Shuuna away but he couldn’t catch up. He tried to tell Endeavor about it but is met with deaf ears. Shouto since made a goal to become a hero not only to spite Endeavor, but to find his missing sister and older brother.

Fuyumi and Natsuo are both glad to hear that Touya and Shuuna are still alive but Endeavor’s dismissal of Shuuna became a sour point to them.

Touya wound up involved with the League of Villians for different reasons. Shigaraki and Kurogiri tried to scout him when Giran mentioned a vigilante that might be able to help them and when he refused, they threatened Riku’s safety. 

So Shouto recognized Touya during the camp raid and later saw him in the hideout raid, while he got the confirmation that Touya is well and possibly, Shuuna as well, he still has little clue to where they actually are.

It took Natsuo going to a bookstore all the way at Naruhata because said bookstore has a book he needed when all other stores he knew don’t have it, for him to meet and reunite with Touya and Shuuna in short order.

Despite Endeavor’s change, neither Touya and Shuuna, rather, Shuuya and Riku, are interested in coming back since they have their own lives now, but they’re not saying no to impromptu reunions. Just keep it under the wraps from their parents.

And Riku is brought to Twisted Wonderland at age 16.

And that’s it!

In the end I opted for Riku being Izuku’s little sister instead of a Todoroki... but ultimately, I end up liking both backstories despite making Riku Izuku’s little sister as the finalized idea.

So Hizumi Riku (AKA Todoroki Shuuna) might as well be an AU counterpart of Riku.

I think another core difference would be how both Riku’s treat Twisted Wonderland: Midoriya Riku might want to come back home, but is in no hurry to do so and she got attached to the people in this new world.

Hizumi Riku (Todoroki Shuuna), on the other hand... she’ll miss her brother a lot, but otherwise, she was more likely to stay in Twisted Wonderland. She’s been homeschooled for so long because of her weak constitution that she welcomes the thought of going to an actual school.

On the event Touya finally arrived in Twisted Wonderland and come looking for her... he’d be more likely inclined to stay in Twisted Wonderland than to bring her back.

Things might be better for them now but... he’d rather that his sister lives without the fear of being found by Endeavor looming behind them. He doesn’t care if their old man’s changed, he still hasn’t forgiven him for most of the abuse on him and fear that he would have done the same to the littlest Todoroki.

All he cares about is that if his baby sister is happier in this new world, he doesn’t mind staying.

[itrithenbartist]

main 6 as artists hcs that nobody asked for

Asra:

•painter-the simplistic complex kind

•will paint abstracts and portraits- most of their works combine the two

•they love sleep, but if it’s 3AM and they can’t sleep? they’re painting

•if their dream was bad enough, or pretty enough, or it just happens that they wake up in the middle of the night, they’ll doodle whatever they’re thinking about to paint later- very rarely do they actually get out of bed to do so right then and there

•their pieces either have 100% OR 0% meanings behind them, there’s no in between

•somehow includes faust in all their paintings- whether its the subject matter, secretly included, or obviously included- she’s always there,, tbh people play ‘spot faust’ when they look  at any of their pieces

•rarely, but does do 3D paintings, usually they either have to be willing to put a month into a piece or they’re getting paid to do it

Julian:

•doesn’t paint- but does draw all the time

•draws realism- various live models posing, human anatomy “practices” (yknow the one where artists draw all the muscle stands), different body part researches, etc.

•the most “””abstract””” art is his oneline drawings, either he is able to achieve every detail in the face, or he’s able to draw from the head all the way down to each individual toe, it’s fascinating 

•sketches in pen (both as warmup and in actual art pieces)

•loves charcoal though- he has that shit all the way his his elbows

•spends 10min or 24hrs on a piece, no in between

•exclusively uses black and white, the most color he used was when he mixed it up one time and placed sticky notes/colored paper on various parts of his piece and drew on them 

Nadia:

•sculptor- the kind that puts everything together using various mediums and items (glass, gears, wire, etc.)

•a lot of her art??? mechanically works??? i.e. moving by a flick of a switch, spouting water (there was ink in one of her pieces but the owner of one of the buildings her gallery was in said she had to replace it with water), etc.

•she’s the type to stay up trying to finish her art really really late into the night, just because she doesn’t like it when her art takes more than one day to complete- that does vary depending on how big and small it is, and how complex her artwork would be

•makes really small sculptures when she can’t sleep, or make pieces that are going to a bigger work- it distracts her from whatever is keeping her up

•usually draws before she builds, if she doesn’t know how something is gonna be put together, expect copious amounts of thumbnails or even finished illustrations to figure it out

Muriel:

•sculpting is his favorite thing to do- where he carves out of various mediums or if it’s clay, he builds it

•despite always sculpting, he has a sketchbook filled with various forms of still life. animals, the woods, even people. surprisingly really good at gouache and watercolors

•the favorite part of his works is the time put into them, not the outcome of them, as long as he’s busy, he’s at ease

•going back to to the various mediums part, he’s able to carve out of ANYTHING, give him time 

•his hands are dirty constantly- especially when he works with clay. he’s completely alright with the mess, prefers his hands being dirty sometimes- when he looks down it fills him with a sense of calmness may or may not have consumed whatever he was carving out of by accident

•he and Asra have art sessions where neither speak for hours and just sit/stand and create

•the longer it takes for him to complete a piece, the more content he is, tbh

Portia:

•digital artist- the only time she uses paper is when she can’t use her laptop, or if it’s something she’s just Got to jot down (although when she has severe art block she sits with her brother and idly doodles with one of his pencils and scraps of paper)

•pulls all nighters constantly- but yet somehow never suffers from it

•muted pastel colors, neon fucked the 80s, or black/white/gray- THERE’S NO IN BETWEEN

•well known artstyle, it simultaneously does and doesn’t match how she looks like- the reaction when people see her varies

•well known tumblr AND twitter artist, both platforms are kind to her

•when she draws her “artist persona” it looks just like her to the individual freckles- the only difference is she’s usually chibi

•has art in So Many fandoms- a lot of OCs/self inserts in said fandoms, that she actually receives asks/dms about if they’re really in whatever it is or not

*****LMAO I CAN’T FIT LUCIO’S ONE BC TUMBLR’S LIMIT TO 99 LINES?? SO UH IF ANYONE ACTUALLY WANTS TO READ IT SHOOT AN ASK I GUESS

[lonedailydoodle]

Daily Doodle 87/365 - March 28, 2017

My buddy is gonna hate me

Oh hey, first time I star a human in my doodles! I’ll stop being shy about it and start featuring my buddy in doodles if something happens between us too, today was such a day

So in acting class we started with warmup games, just speed walking along the classroom, switching partners and walking together, switching and walking.. then we started playing tag.. I felt like I was gonna faint, my breathing was insane, and since my lungs don’t have normal capacity, it was worse, but the professor taught us a way to control our breathing and I won’t forget that!

After resting a bit, we played around with masks. First some very limited vision masks without or having very little and unclear expression (Not like the neutral masks from last week) and the students using them were acting like if they were in a fashion show! After this, the professor pulled out 6 masks, each with different emotions, think Inside Out. So when she asked for volunteers to put them on, I was one of the first to get up, I REALLY wanted that surprise face one, it looked hilarious and we acted out the emotions well!

Multiple students tried them out each time and acted, but then we had to do improv using all these masks. I had to use one of the limited vision ones and act out that my buddy and I were going out on a date together to a restaurant that later caught fire and we had to be rescued by firefighters.. ANYWAYS, I improvised a bit and stroked his arm like if we were a couple and after the act he told me he wasn’t expecting it.. SO I KEPT TEASING HIM THROUGHOUT THE DAY WITH THAT, HAHAAAA!! Even this doodle counts, wait until he sees it!